Save the Bachelor of Heaven

Wang Xiang finished his lunch, cleaned his lunch box, and was about to lie down on the table and squint for a while.

Just then, I heard the phone ringing.

Liu Quanli answered the phone and quickly called Wang Xiang, "Brother Wang, the factory office, Director Zhao, called and told you to go to the factory director's office."

"Factory director's office?! What's going on?" Wang Xiang was stunned and asked in confusion.

"I don't know either. I didn't say anything on the phone. You should hurry up and go there." Liu Quanli shook his head and said, "You'll know when you go."

Wang Xiang nodded, then rode his bicycle and came to the factory director's office.

"Um...director, are you looking for me?" He opened the door anxiously and asked cautiously.

"Yes, Master Wang, I'm looking for you, please come in quickly, please come in quickly." Song Yukun came forward with a smile and said, "Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

"Hey, thank you." Seeing the factory director's enthusiasm, Wang Xiang felt even more unsure.

Although he has always boasted that he is an old man with good roots in Huagang, a model worker in the 1990s, and that the locomotive department has made progress every year, he is still just a train driver after all.

After working hard all his life, he was not even a section chief in the end. There is still a huge distance between him and Song Yukun, the factory director.

As the saying goes, when you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something. Seeing Song Yukun so enthusiastic and smiling so hard that his face was wrinkled, he suddenly felt anxious.

"Master Wang, I have been busy with work these years and have not taken care of the lives of our employees. I should solemnly apologize to you." Song Yukun said with a guilty look.

"Don't, don't, don't say that." Wang Xiang said politely.

"How's it going? If you have any difficulties at home, just tell me." Song Yukun asked sincerely.

"No, no, no." Wang Xiang was confused by Song Yukun's outstanding enthusiasm. Even if there were indeed difficulties at home, he was too embarrassed to mention them.

Because he has always been a proud person and truly regards Huagang as his home. Unless life is really difficult, why would you make demands to the organization?

"You see, after all, he is an old man in our factory. He has a high level of consciousness and is unwilling to tell the factory if he has any difficulties." Song Yukun said with a smile, "Don't worry, the factory knows your family's situation. I heard that your wife had sex two years ago. The medical expenses for heart stent surgery have not been reimbursed yet?"

"Well, yes, there is such a thing." Wang Xiang was stunned and nodded awkwardly.

"It's really shameful. These are the people from the factory office, logistics, and finance departments who are shirk-passing and perfunctory. I will criticize them later." Song Yukun pretended to be angry and said, "Well, Master Wang, I will do it now Let the accountant help you reimburse."

"Really?!" When Wang Xiang heard this, he was immediately excited.

In 1997, the average monthly salary per person in the city was only 450 yuan. Ninety thousand yuan is the income that the couple has saved for most of their lives.

In order to perform heart stent surgery on his wife, they emptied their family fortune, which is why he always blamed his wife for this matter. After all, ninety thousand yuan is too much.

Now it would be really great if the factory could reimburse me.

"Really, really, I'll make a note now." The factory director said immediately, "Just take the reimbursement receipt and go to the finance office to find the accountant."

"Okay, thank you, director, thank you, director." Wang Xiang thanked him repeatedly, feeling as if he had met Mr. Qingtian, "Then I will go home and get it now."

"Hey, just call your family and ask your family to deliver it." Song Yukun said quickly. He had to let Xiang Nan know that he had helped and reimbursed the 90,000 yuan.

"That's right, then..." Wang Xiang nodded after hearing this, and was about to go outside to find a phone.

"Here, just use my phone." Seeing this, Song Yukun quickly picked up the phone and said.

"Oh, how can I be so embarrassed? Thank you, director, thank you, director." Wang Xiang thanked him repeatedly, and then called home.

…

Luo Meisu was overjoyed when she heard that the factory was going to reimburse 90,000 yuan in medical expenses. If Xiang Nan hadn't cured her heart disease, she would have been easily overexcited and passed away.

After putting down the phone, she quickly rummaged through the cabinet and took out the receipts for the year's surgery and medical expenses, and then asked Xiang Nan to ride her bike to the factory.

Xiang Nan knew what happened, so he immediately carried her to the factory.

Arriving at the factory director's office, Song Yukun's face froze when he saw Xiang Nan, and then he smiled awkwardly and said, "Sister-in-law, it's my fault that I didn't do my job well.

Oh, look at such a small matter, it has been delayed for so long, it really shouldn't have happened. In this case, I will issue a note right now, and you can go to the finance office to reimburse. "

"Thank you, director, thank you, director." Luo Meisu also thanked her repeatedly.

If the 90,000 yuan could really be reimbursed, it would really save their lives.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's me who should say sorry. I should have solved your life problems long ago." Song Yukun said repeatedly, "By the way, if you have any other difficulties at home, just mention them. As long as the organization can solve them, I will definitely help." .”

"Really?!" When Luo Meisu heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up and she said quickly, "What about that? My son failed to enter college after graduating from high school. Now he has been staying at home. Can the factory director solve the problem for the child? Employment issues?"

"..." Song Yukun was stunned and looked at Xiang Nan, "This kid is quite talented and seems to be quite smart. If you really want to join the factory, which position would you like?"

"I like writing poetry. It would be best if I could work in a factory." Xiang Nan said with a slight smile.

Huagang Factory has its own factory newspaper, which only publishes one issue every week. It only reports on the factory affairs, so there are no heavy interviewing, writing, or editing tasks. It is a very leisurely job.

"Okay, just go into the factory and report, I will arrange it right away." Song Yukun agreed after hearing this.

His life now hangs in Xiang Nan's hands. Not to mention that Xiang Nan just wants to enter the factory to report, even if Xiang Nan wants to enter the factory director's office, he is willing to make arrangements as soon as possible.

"Really?! Thank you, director, thank you, director." Wang Xiang and Luo Meisu were overjoyed when they heard this.

The factory newspaper belongs to the logistics department. They all sit in the office and read a cup of tea, a cigarette and a newspaper for a day. Such a good job is really hard to find anywhere in the world.

Originally, they thought that as long as their son could enter a factory, even on the front line of production, it would at least be better than being idle without a job. Now they have entered the factory newspaper directly. This is really an unexpected surprise for them, and they simply don’t know what to say.

"Director, thank you very much, thank you!" Wang Xiang held the director's hand and couldn't bear to let go.

"Master Wang, you don't have to be polite. This is what we should do. In fact, you are old people in our factory and you have so many difficulties in life. We should have taken good care of you a long time ago." Song Yukun said in an official tone, speaking with dignity and emotion. Xiang Nan was so sincere that he admired his shamelessness.