Jianghua had never eaten braised pork before, and he had never cooked sewerage at home. As for the sewerage in the canteen, you can imagine what it tastes like.
Xiaochang Chen's craftsmanship opened a door for him, and he could have such a good taste even if he is poor.
Touching his belly with satisfaction, Jiang Hua said: "It's a pity that I didn't bring a lunch box, otherwise I would have brought one back for my dad."
Wang Cheng smiled and said: "Filial piety is commendable. Your father has had a state banquet. How can he be attracted to this thing?"
"Master, do you also know my dad?"
Wang Cheng lowered his voice and said: "These days, if I don't figure out your ways, would I dare to take you as my apprentice?"
Yes, they are all human beings. After all, they are old comrades. This profession is much higher than his own. Jiang Hua cannot accept it.
Wang Cheng looked at Jiang Hua, who was a little depressed, and stood up with a smile: "Go back, if you don't leave, the house will be closed."
"If you open a restaurant, can you drive out customers?"
Wang Cheng pointed to the note on the wall not to hit or scold customers, and said with a smile: "I can hit you, but didn't you see the note on it?"
When Jiang Hua returned home, Zhong Shanyue had already eaten and was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
"came back!"
"I'm back." Jiang Hua changed his shoes and took off his coat: "I'm treating my colleagues to dinner. Chen's small intestine cooking is really good. I didn't expect the intestines to be so delicious."
Zhong Shanyue said with a smile: "You are rare and strange. If the water is not delicious, how can there be nine-turn large intestine in Shandong cuisine?"
"Have I never tasted it? I've always heard of its name but never seen its face."
Zhong Shanyue took off his glasses and said, "Did you get promoted to a level today?"
Jiang Hua nodded: "Yes, he is now a third-level clerk."
Zhong Shanyue said with a smile: "According to my opinion, I should give you more pressure to let you practice more to become a talent. But this time you have made great contributions, and it is unjustifiable not to reward you, so I will give it to you."
Promoted one level."
Jiang Hua picked up the oranges on the table, peeled one and handed it to Zhong Shanyue, then peeled another one for himself and stuffed it into his mouth. His teeth were almost sore. He really missed the taste of sugar oranges and ugly oranges.
Bearing it with a grin on his face, Jiang Hua said: "Actually, I don't care what level you are at. I am happy to be able to do my part."
"Your mentality is correct, but you must also know that once you are in a position, you will be able to do more things, so that you can better serve the people."
Jiang Hua stuffed another orange wedge into his mouth and said, holding back the sourness: "This is the truth, but the way you said it sounded too mandarin and cliche."
This sentence made Zhong Shanyue laugh. He also stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth. He spit it out as soon as he took a bite: "It's so sour. The welfare company lied to me. When I bought it, I said it was so nice. It's so sweet. This tooth is so sweet."
It’s gone, but it’s just sour.”
"Is this just business? If you don't shout louder, who will buy it?"
Zhong Shanyue has a different view: "Who are you telling me to be innocent? You won't be able to do business this way."
"That makes sense, but if you bought it from a welfare agency, it won't fail."
Jiang Hua reluctantly finished the oranges. He couldn't waste anything, not to mention that it was already winter, so there was nothing wrong with taking more vitamins.
Zhong Shanyue thrust the orange in his hand into Jiang Hua's hand in a very stupid way, and then said: "There is a letter from Yue Min on your desk. It arrived in the afternoon."
Looking at the half-full oranges left, Jiang Hua didn't seem to have the courage to eat anymore, so he was also a thief and stuffed the oranges into Zhong Shanyue's hands again: "Really, then I have to see if this kid can let it go this time."
What the hell?"
After saying that, before Zhong Shanyue could react, he quickly entered his room.
Looking at the orange in his hand, Zhong Shanyue said to himself: "He is a diplomat, but his hands are slippery."
I turned on the desk lamp, opened the envelope, and unfolded the letter from Zhong Yuemin. As expected, this guy wrote the letter just to complain, to express his grievances, and was full of strategies that he could not use.
This kid has never taken the ordinary path. Although his purpose is correct, his attitude is incorrect and he regards this exercise as a game.
Jiang Hua could only criticize him in his reply, but he still gave some suggestions on the exercise, such as professional blue army troops, no contingency plans, etc.
What Jiang Hua didn't expect was that this boy replied very quickly. As if he had found a close friend, he replied as quickly as possible to discuss these issues with Jiang Hua. This had never happened before.
Jiang Hua's unique ideas played into Zhong Yuemin's hands. Jiang Hua was just an engineering student. His knowledge came from TV dramas and the Internet, and Zhong Yuemin quickly took advantage of him.
Jiang Hua was worried that he could not cope with Zhong Yuemin's letter, and he became busy at work again.
Secretary of State Chou visited the flower grower. This was already his sixth visit. The old man was a nice guy and a visionary. At first, Jiang Hua didn’t quite understand why he came back to his hometown six times. Later he thought
This old guy can still be active internationally even at his age. This is the network and friendship accumulated from visiting various countries.
For reasons of diplomatic etiquette, Jianghua's leader, Comrade Foreign Minister, hosted a banquet for Ji Xinge that night. Originally, this kind of occasion had nothing to do with Jianghua, but the foreign minister also said that old faces cannot always attend big events and let newcomers
Also practice and practice.
So Jiang Hua, a rising star, was able to participate in the dinner that night. Of course, he placed himself in the right position. He was a little transparent person who came to learn, watch more, listen more, and talk less.
After the dinner, the old man saw Kisinger off and then shook hands with the diplomatic comrades one by one in a very friendly manner.
When it was Jiang Hua's turn, he was a little at a loss. It took him a long time to figure out his left and right hands.
The old man held his trembling hand and said jokingly: "Little comrade, you are so at a loss. You should be careful about making mistakes when you work."
"I……"
Jiang Hua only uttered one word, and then his head was empty. He barely organized the words and said: "I, I admire you so much, so when I saw you, I was a little too excited, too excited about you."
The old man laughed and said jokingly: "I am just an ordinary member of the organization. If you want to worship, just worship the leader."
The old man took Jiang Hua's hand, shook it and asked, "Little comrade, what is your name?"
"My name is Jiang Hua."
The old man nodded and said: "Jiang Hua, I have some impressions of you. You are a new comrade this year. The report you wrote is refreshing. You must work harder in the future."
