In the living room, Zhao Guoyang and Mu Aijun were chatting and laughing, and Mu Yiyi next to him kept her eyes wide and looked at each other with suspicious eyes.
She couldn't help but be surprised, just now her father said that the other party was proficient in so many foreign languages, which already made her feel incredible, and when she talked to Zhao Guoyang about the development and planning of the factory, she looked at each other's solemn look These days, she has never seen in other guests.
This young man named Zhao Guoyang, when he talks about the development prospects of the factory, he talks eloquently, and he doesn't look like a young man of the same age as himself who has just joined the work.
Just when Mu Yiyi was stunned, Mu Aijun asked: "Guoyang, scooter project, do you think our factory has some success in it?"
"Well, there should be six or seven percent, when I went to Ludong Heavy Riding Group with the director of the horse factory, I basically learned about their production lines and parts supporting factories, and there should be no big problems in it."
Zhao Guoyang thought about it seriously and replied word by word.
When Mu Aijun heard this, his heart felt as if he had taken a reassuring pill.
He nodded again and again: "Well, if this scooter project can really be carried out, our Hongda Machinery Factory will really make a name for itself in Ninghai City, and even have a place in Guangling City."
Perhaps, if the development is good in the next few years, our factory will even have the opportunity to upgrade the level. ” Mu Aijun's words are not exaggerated, in the early nineties, the administrative level of state-owned enterprises still existed.
The criteria for this division are usually linked to the size of the enterprise, the total output value, and the department to which it belongs.
Just like Hongda Machinery Factory, although its scale is not large, and the annual output value is not high, but because it is directly under the Ministry of Forestry, the administrative level is correspondingly higher than that of state-owned enterprises of the same size, reaching the deputy department level.
Putting aside Mu Aijun, the high-level factory director, the factory-level cadres of Hongda Machinery Factory, such as Secretary Zhang Zhizhong, are the deputy department-level cadres of the Eight Classics.
As for the deputy directors Ma Jian and Wang Youchang, the two deputy factory-level cadres, they are naturally department-level cadres, but they only enjoy the treatment of deputy director-level.
Compared with Ninghai City, another state-owned enterprise with similar scale and gross domestic product, the administrative level of Hongda Machinery Factory is half a grid higher.
In addition, because it is a subordinate enterprise of the central government, if the development situation is good, the promotion of the administrative level of Hongda Machinery Factory will be simpler.
If within one or two years, the gross domestic product of the factory doubles and exceeds 10 million, Hongda Machinery Factory has a good chance to be promoted to a state-owned enterprise at the department level.
Seeing Zhao Guoyang nodding silently, Mu Aijun smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Guoyang, I still remember the agreement I made with you before."
"I've always been a man of my word, as long as the scooter project is successful, your deputy factory-level cadres won't be able to run.
If the administrative level of the factory is mentioned again, you are afraid that you will set a record for the youngest deputy director-level cadre in our Jiangnan Province, haha" Listening to Mu Aijun's good-natured ridicule, Zhao Guoyang scratched his head for a while.
All along, Mu Aijun has always given him the feeling of being serious, disciplined, and unsmiling, who knew that in private, he would also make such jokes.
As for Mu Yiyi next to her, she was already a little sluggish at this time.
Although she has lived abroad for a long time, how can she not be clear about the administrative level in China.
Thinking of his Lao Tzu, who was born and died in the army for twenty thoughts, and is still only a department-level cadre, Mu Yiyi's amazement at Zhao Guoyang is even greater.
"What kind of person is this guy, my father actually takes him so seriously, it's not like it's because he can sneak around and shoot horses," Mu Yiyi thought secretly in her heart.
When Mu Yiyi was puzzled, Ding Yanhong's voice came from the kitchen: "It's time to eat, Yiyi, come and serve the food."
After hearing the voice, Mu Yiyi hurriedly stood up, put her foot in her slippers and ran to the kitchen.
As soon as Zhao Guoyang wanted to stand up and go over to help, Mu Aijun stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey, Guoyang, don't be busy, you are a guest today, how can there be any reason for you to do it, come and let's go to the table" Sitting down at the table with Director Mu, Zhao Guoyang was a little embarrassed.
Not long after, Ding Yanhong and Mu Yiyi came over with a few dishes, and Zhao Guoyang hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Aunt Ding" As soon as she saw that it was him, Ding Yanhong was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, and hurriedly walked to Zhao Guoyang's side and sat him down.
"It turned out that Guoyang was here, Lao Mu, you didn't say it earlier" Ding Yanhong said happily: "Guoyang, thank you for saving Tingting last time, if it weren't for you, my sister-in-law, I'm afraid I would have to blame us for a lifetime."
What Ding Yanhong said was naturally that when Zhao Guoyang was reborn, he bravely rescued the children who fell into the water.
Mu Yiyi heard this for the first time, and hurriedly pestered her mother to ask what happened.
When she heard that the young man in front of her, who looked polite, could brave the cold and jump into the water to save her cousin Gu Tingting, Mu Yiyi was really surprised.
This meal, Zhao Guoyang was like sitting on pins and needles, and he was uncomfortable.
There is no other reason, it is because of the novel gaze that Mu Yiyi who was sitting opposite from time to time.
Of course, Zhao Guoyang knew that the other party didn't think like that, but when Ding Yanhong saw that her daughter didn't glance at Zhao Guoyang, she was heartfelt, and the smile on her face became a little bigger. was constantly glancing at Ding Yanhong with the eyes of her mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, Zhao Guoyang couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, this can be regarded as asking for trouble.
After drinking two glasses of wine and eating a bowl of rice with Director Mu, Zhao Guoyang looked at the time, it was almost two o'clock.
Remembering that today was the Chinese New Year's Eve, and he had to pick up Bai Rou to go home for dinner in the evening, Zhao Guoyang hurriedly bid farewell to Mu Aijun and Ding Yanhong.
"Okay, Guoyang, today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and I will not keep you.
After the New Year, you come to the house again, let's have a good drink," Mu Aijun laughed and got up.
Seeing that Mu Aijun was about to send Zhao Guoyang, Ding Yanhong hurriedly beckoned: "Hey, old Mu, you come and help me take care of the dishes and chopsticks."
Guoyang is his own person, just let Yiyi send him. ” Mu Aijun didn't seem to understand what his wife meant, he was stunned for a moment, and nodded helplessly.
"Dead girl, why are you still standing stupidly and go down to send Guoyang, just go down and help me buy a bottle of vinegar and come back, I want to use it at night."
Ding Yanhong pinched her daughter's waist and pointed out.
"Oh, I know, Mom" Mu Yiyi stood up helplessly and went out with Zhao Guoyang.
When she got downstairs, looking at the young man next to her who didn't say a word and looked extraordinarily mature, Mu Yiyi couldn't help but ask, "Hey, do you really understand the book I just had?"
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Zhao Guoyang had already noticed that this person had something to ask, and when he saw that she had been holding back such a question for a long time, he snorted slightly and said jokingly: "tobeornottobe, thatsaestion." ” This quote is Hamletri's most famous phrase, and the general translation is "To live or to perish, it's a question." ” After Zhao Guoyang said this sentence in standard British English, Mu Yiyi immediately understood that people must be able to understand their own book, and they are not ordinary.
Thinking of the English sentence that she had mocked others before, Mu Yiyi blushed a little.
She lowered her head, wrapped her fingers and muttered in a low voice: "Then you can understand what I said before."
“deeskg” Zhao Guoyang raised his eyebrows and said casually, "fortunateyoursavourgisnotsota, stadark" Hearing this, Mu Yiyi was stunned, and her face turned red instantly.
Zhao Guoyang's sentence is a slang phrase in English, which translates to meaning: "Fortunately, our taste is not so high, so we don't like to pretend to be deep." ” As soon as this sentence is said, what is Zhao Guoyang's English level, Mu Yiyi naturally knows it in her heart, and she also knows that if she despises others, everyone understands.
The hateful thing is that when this guy was in his own house before, he obviously understood that he was ridiculing him, but he pretended not to know and made himself so ugly.
At this point, Mu Yiyi couldn't help but raise her head, ready to leave this guy who was pretending to be confused.
But as soon as she raised her head, she saw that Zhao Guoyang had stepped onto the brand-new motorcycle.
"Mu Yiyi, uh no matter what, I wish you a happy New Year, all the best, goodbye" After getting in the car, Zhao Guoyang smiled and waved his hand at Mu Yiyi, and then left.
"Happy New Year, you're big" Mu Yiyi kicked the curb hard, and instantly screamed in pain, tears flowed out.
"Zhao Guoyang, you guy, remember it for me" Looking at the dust rolled up in the distance, Mu Yiyi gritted her teeth fiercely.
After leaving Mu's house, Zhao Guoyang drove leisurely to the guest house of the Municipal Machinery Working Committee.
He had made an appointment with Bai Rou to come and pick her up before two o'clock in the afternoon, but now it was a little late.
After parking the car, Zhao Guoyang went upstairs and knocked on the door of Bai Rou's room, and after a while, Bai Rou came out wearing a beautiful Nizi coat.
I have to say that a naturally beautiful woman like Bai Rou is really a hanger, and she looks good in whatever she wears Seeing the blush on Zhao Guoyang's face, Bai Rou smiled and said, "What's the matter, I've been drinking."
"Well, a little bit," Zhao Guoyang scratched his scalp and said.
"After drinking, don't drive the key to me, I'll take you" Bai Rou stretched out her green fingers and shook them in front of Zhao Guoyang.
Zhao Guoyang was stunned, and subconsciously handed the key in his hand to Bai Rou.
When he went downstairs, Zhao Guoyang reacted.
He couldn't help asking, "Sister Bai, can you drive a motorcycle?"
"Why are you afraid that my sister will fall on you?"
Bai Rou looked back and smiled, "You just put one hundred and twenty hearts, my sister's level of driving a motorcycle will definitely not be worse than you":