Fourth arrival. Thanks for the support...Chapter 029: A show of force?
Hearing that Peng Yuanzheng was going home for dinner, Ma Zi ignored him and asked casually where he lived.
On the way home, Peng Yuanzheng sorted out all the clues about his first day at work and made a basic judgment on several people in the small environment of Wenke:
Section Chief Gong Hanlin is middle-aged, with a calm and reserved personality. He is the kind of cautious desk clerk that is common in agencies. This kind of person is relatively selfish, but he does not have any malicious intentions to actively harm others.
Deputy Section Chief Sun Ping is an old woman in her thirties, with little work ability and no quality. She is a typical citizen, arrogant, ignorant and very shallow. This kind of person cannot be offended. Once you get into trouble, she will pester you endlessly.
The clerk, Ma Zi, is less than 30 years old and is an older young man. Currently, he is thinking more about starting a family and starting a career. He has a lively and outgoing personality and is not very scheming.
Clerk Wang Na has a strong vanity, is not focused on work, is keen on socializing, and attaches great importance to interests. Most of the vases in the agency are like this.
After such sorting, Peng Yuanzheng quickly determined his life and work strategy in the Propaganda Department's Wenke: respect Gong Hanlin, win over and make friends with Ma Zi, be neither far nor close to Wang Na, and stay away from Sun Ping.
When he got home, his mother Meng Lin had already cooked three delicious dishes waiting for him. One was braised eggplant that Peng Yuanzheng liked to eat, one was braised green beans, and the other was braised pork ribs. For the Peng family, unless it was a Chinese New Year or a holiday, such a sumptuous meal
The dishes are rarely seen.
"Mom, it's too expensive to cook so many dishes. Hehe, I can't eat that much at noon." Peng Yuanzheng laughed and sat on the sofa and was about to use chopsticks, but his mother stopped him, "Go and wash your hands first!"
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Peng Yuanzheng picked up a piece of spareribs without hesitation, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Meng Lin looked at his son's back with relief, laughed and cursed, "If you don't pay attention to hygiene, you won't be afraid of getting sick from eating it!"
"By the way, Expedition, how do you feel on your first day at work? Is the environment okay?" Meng Lin asked again. This was her concern.
One morning, although she was working in the factory, her mind was filled with her son's work problems. At one moment, she was worried that she would not adapt to the official environment and would be bullied; at the next, she was happy that her son had finally made a good start and would have a good future.
After starting a family and starting a business, she could be considered worthy of his dead father.
Meng Lin had been worrying about gains and losses all morning. Before getting off work, he sneaked to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and went home to cook.
"It's pretty good. There are four of us in Corey. Oh, and there are five of us including me. They are all pretty good." Peng Yuanzheng took a sip on his face, wiped it with a towel casually, and walked out of the bathroom.
"We are human anyway. If we are smart, work diligently, and treat people politely, it shouldn't be a problem."
Peng Yuanzheng sat down with a smile, "Mom, you can eat too."
Meng Lin smiled and sat down as instructed. However, although she sat aside, she did not move her chopsticks. Instead, she quietly watched her son eating, her eyes filled with gentle joy.
Peng Yuanzheng raised his head and looked back and forth at his mother. He saw that the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were getting clearer and clearer on his mother's makeup-free face, and her hair was slightly white on her temples. He couldn't help but feel a sour nose: In these years, her mother has lived a real life.
It's too miserable.
A woman raises a child, supports a family, supports her son to go to college and join the workforce. During this time, she has suffered so much, suffered so many grievances, and endured so many cold looks from the harsh world. It cannot be described in words.
Peng Yuanzheng immediately turned his head away, tears almost flowing out.
Starting today, let his mother live a comfortable life and spend the rest of her life comfortably. Peng Yuanzheng secretly swore in his heart that he would do his best to make up for the huge sacrifices his mother had made for him and this family.
Meng Lin didn't notice the change in her mood. In the past two days, a huge happiness and satisfaction surrounded her. For her, her son could have a good future and live a worry-free life. What else could she be dissatisfied with?
After eating, before going out to work, Peng Yuanzheng suddenly stopped and asked tentatively, "Mom, you are old enough. I am working again. You should retire and enjoy the happiness at home."
Meng Lin is 45 years old. According to the system of An Machinery Factory, she can retire from her job. However, the machine factory's internal retirement is not a one-size-fits-all approach. It is all based on individual volition. If not voluntarily, she can continue to work. Female employees can work until 50
age.
Meng Lin shook his head, "Mom is not old, and I am not tired from work. I want to continue working. If I retire, I will get a hundred yuan less per month, which is not cost-effective. You will get married and start a family in the future, and Mom will have to
Save some money for you."
Peng Yuanzheng knew that what he said was in vain. With his mother's nature, he would definitely not retreat. He sighed helplessly, said no more, and pushed out the door.
As soon as they sat down after returning to the office, Ma Zi and Gong Hanlin entered the door one after another. Not long after, Wang Na rushed in from the outside, panting and sat on the chair, holding her hands on her undulating chest and laughing.
He said, "Fortunately I'm not late!"
Gong Hanlin smiled and lowered his head to read the newspaper.
Ma Zi took a deep sniff and said in surprise, "Wang Na, are you drinking again? Revolutionary wine is available every day. It's a good day."
Wang Na glared at Ma Zi and muttered, "Mind your own business!"
Ma Zi winked at Peng Yuanzheng, got up and went to the bathroom. When he passed Peng Yuanzheng's desk, he patted his tabletop gently.
Peng Yuanzheng stood up and followed him out knowingly.
In the bathroom, after the two of them peed side by side, Ma took out a cigarette from his pocket and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"
Peng Yuanzheng quickly took out a pack of hardcover red plums that he had specially prepared and handed it over, "Brother Ma, whip me!"
Ma Zi clicked his tongue and smiled, "What a smoke. Come on, smoke yours!"
The two of them smoked cigarettes facing each other, and after finishing one cigarette, they felt that their relationship was much closer.
The two walked towards the office, and when they were near the door, Ma Zi turned around and patted Peng Yuanzheng on the shoulder, lowering his voice and said, "Brother, don't smoke in the office from now on. That old woman has a lot of problems. Make her yell. You
It’s too much for a comrade to endure.”
"Yes, I understand." Peng Yuanzheng nodded, knowing that Ma Zi was talking about Sun Ping.
After entering the door, Peng Yuanzheng found that Sun Ping, an old lady, had already sat on a chair and knitted a sweater. She raised her head and glanced at Peng Yuanzheng, and suddenly said, "Old Gong, yesterday the leaders of the ministry arranged a meeting on the development of the city's tertiary industry.
I think we should let Xiao Peng try to practice writing. Firstly, he can practice and understand Corey’s work, and secondly, he can also see his basic writing skills.”
Gong Hanlin frowned secretly when he heard this. This manuscript was arranged by the ministry, and Gong Hanlin handed it over to Sun Ping. Unexpectedly, this girl actually asked Peng Yuanzheng to write it.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if you write a manuscript. You are a human being anyway, and you can understand whether you write well or poorly. But it depends on what manuscript you read. If it is a general small report or a small report, it is not a bad idea to let Peng Yuanzheng try it, but the key point is that this manuscript is a big one.
The materials are used to publicize the strategic thinking of the municipal party committee and the municipal government on "prosperous development of the tertiary industry". Isn't it deliberately making things difficult for someone who has just arrived to write such a big thing?
In Gong Hanlin's view, let alone Peng Yuanzheng, even Ma Zi could not write well.
But Sun Ping is the deputy section chief after all. She said it in public, and Gong Hanlin couldn't immediately refute her. He smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt to try, but Old Sun, Comrade Xiao Peng is not familiar with the situation after all. This material
It’s up to you to check it in the end!”
Sun Ping smiled faintly, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but everyone starts from the first time, right? Xiao Peng, these are some information and documents I collected about the city's tertiary industry. Take a look.
, thoroughly understand the material first, and then start writing. I will give you two days and hand it over to me on Thursday morning."
"Oh, I understand, Section Chief Sun." Peng Yuanzheng said oh, walked over and took a pile of information from Sun Ping, but secretly sneered in his heart: Is this the legendary show of power?
"Let's go, Lao Gong, let's go to a meeting?" With that, Sun Ping got up, picked up her notebook and pen and walked out.
After Gong Hanlin also left, Ma Ziru frowned and said angrily to Peng Yuanzheng, "There's something really wrong with these old ladies. Brother, you just came here and your eyes are black. How can you handle such big material? You are clearly bullying people!"
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Wang Na smiled with some schadenfreude and continued to play with her bp machine.q
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