Chapter 1493 What is there to respect for a countryman.
Chapter 1494 Brother, your master is so good at knocking on the door
"Oh, my mother has really spoiled you rotten. This Nan Mengyu is not an ordinary country girl. She is the eldest daughter of the Nan family, and she is also the boss behind Gunan Company."
"What, she is the boss of Gunan Company?" Long Xiaomei was shocked.
How could Long Xiaomei not be surprised?
She had heard of Gunan Company, but she didn't know anything else, but she heard that the company was undergoing reforms, and the most obvious one was that the wages were very high.
While other units only paid tens of yuan in salary, the lowest-level employees in Gunan Company received hundreds of yuan, and the middle managers already received thousands of yuan.
It is said that the general manager is not measured by monthly salary, but by annual salary, which is at least 100,000 yuan.
"Mom, can I still lie to you?" Aunt Long wanted to hit her daughter again, but she remembered that today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, so she held back.
However, she was still sad. She had finally managed to please Xiaonan and asked her to give priority to her family when joining Gunan Company. But now her daughter had offended the boss behind Gunan Company.
Never influence your son to join Gunan Company.
Mengyu didn't bother with Aunt Long's housework. When she entered the yard, she closed the yard door and shut out all the noisy sounds. Then she went straight into the backyard to see Gu Dong.
okay.
On the other side, Shen Qi and Wu Jiangsheng returned home respectively.
As soon as Wu Jiangshan got home, he took out the return gift and said, "Dad, mom, elder brother, elder sister-in-law, grandparents, I'm back."
"Ah, Jiang Sheng is back from paying New Year's greetings to Master!"
Mrs. Wu saw her son enter the house cheerfully and brightly, she hurriedly welcomed him out and took the basket from her son's hand with a smile.
When he saw the dumplings in the basket: "Hey, son, if you go to pay Master a New Year greeting, you can also bring back a gift. Let mom see, are these dumplings?"
A boy of seven or eight years old ran out: "Uncle, let me see what you got in return. Is there any gift from me?"
Wu Jiangsheng said: "Didn't I give you a gift yesterday?"
"Yesterday was last year, and today is this year. Uncle, you should give me another New Year's gift today."
When Wu Jiangsheng saw the dumplings he brought back, he pointed at the dumplings and burst into laughter: "Who made these dumplings? Isn't it too ugly?"
Wu Jiangsheng's eyes widened: "I think it's ugly, so don't eat it later!"
Others also saw the dumplings and couldn't help laughing: "Jiang Sheng, is this a return gift from your master? The dumplings made by your master?"
Wu Jiangsheng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "I made this myself."
Grandma Wu was pleasantly surprised: "Hey, my Jiang Sheng still knows how to make dumplings? Not bad. Let me see, although the first few dumplings are not very good, the more the latter ones are made, the better. Not bad, good, three minutes of praise.
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In fact, even the last one is not very good-looking. This is because grandma is giving him face.
But Wu Jiangsheng didn't realize it. He grinned widely: "Yeah, grandma is right. I'll give it to grandma next time."
Grandma Wu suddenly became even more happy: "My grandson is still kind to me."
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl came over to take a look and curled her lips: "Brother, you went to pay your master a New Year greeting. You brought so many high-end gifts in big and small bags, and your master just gave you a few dumplings you made in return?"
Is your master too restrictive?"
How dare you say that his master is knocking on the door?
Wu Jiangsheng was furious: "My master doesn't knock on the door."
"Your master didn't knock on the door, so why did he just bring a few dumplings as a gift in return?"
"What do you know? Other people who want to eat these dumplings can't eat them." Wu Jiangsheng took the basket from his mother's hand and counted it delicately: "Five, ten, fifteen, twenty." He counted again.
Everyone: "Fortunately, I packed it quickly, otherwise there wouldn't be enough for each person."
When he said this, not only his sister felt that the door was being barred, but others also felt that the door was being barred: only two dumplings per person?
"Brother, do you only give two of your dumplings to each person? You still said you wouldn't hold the door open!" Wu Xiaomei said.
Wu Jiangsheng rolled his eyes at her: "What do you know? My master said that ordinary people can only eat two dumplings at most at a time."
When Deputy Teacher Wu heard the word "ordinary people", he finally felt something was wrong: "What kind of treasure is your dumpling stuffing?"