I am reborn without a pattern

Wang Aihong never thought that one day he would be able to show his face on the provincial stage. When he faced the camera, his mind was buzzing. It was raining in the dark sky, but it was not the rain that wet his brand-new white shirt, but the rain. It's the sweat that breaks out on my back.

"Is Dad going to be on TV?"

"Shh, keep your voice down obviously, don't disturb dad."

Yu Wenjing, who lowered her voice, seemed calm at the moment, but her trembling body also showed her nervousness and excitement.

She never asked Wang Aihong to achieve success and live a good life, which was better than anything else.

But like now, it's definitely better.

A steady flow of media was interviewing Wang Aihong, a "caring entrepreneur" who appeared out of nowhere. Even the military media went through the process and praised Wang Aihong as "supporting the army and being patriotic." As for where the Daqiao Meat Processing Factory is? …

unimportant.

People from the Women's Federation were even more excited. They shook hands with Wang Aihong again and again, and repeatedly expressed their gratitude to Director Wang, saying that Director Wang had supported women's work in a careful, conscientious and tolerant manner.

After all, it is really remarkable that I can think of donating sanitary napkins at such a critical moment. I really consider the differences in the physiological structure of the human body.

Wang Aihong has the label of carefulness and wisdom on his head. For a long time to come, this little label of his will be a small benchmark.

When he arrived at his hometown in the west of Syracuse, gongs and drums were beating outside the family building in his early years, and there were all banners and firecrackers. Young students from Syracuse University and outstanding teenagers from a nearby elementary school came to offer him gifts. flowers.

In my confusion, I could see from a distance that in front of the welcoming crowd, in addition to the local bureaucrats who clapped their hands and greeted me with laughter, there was also my mother who was smiling brightly.

Proud, happy, and cheerful, there is no need to hide it at all, it is so justified and calm.

In the past, the elders of the neighborhood who were about to disappear from their memories also cast envious looks and said happy words hundreds of times and thousands of times without getting tired of hearing them.

"I've known since I was a child that Aihong is a capable person..."

This is a sentence that the older generation keeps repeating, as if Wang Aihong is destined to have such a fate. Hearing Wang Aihong's old mother Wei Xiumin rub her hands repeatedly, she was nervous and happy, watching her son in front of the bureaucrats. Surrounded by others, she arrived at the door of her house. She felt that the scene was bigger and more glorious than before.

Even the Daqing Road factory area, which used to be the busiest, is not as lively as it is now.

"Mom, I'm back."

Wang Aihong grinned silly and held a suitcase in her hand. Next to her, Yu Wenjing was holding her child and also stepped forward and shouted: "Mom."

"Grandma, daddy is on TV——"

The eight-year-old child was extremely proud. Wei Xiumin shouted, "Oh, hey, he's grown taller again."

She stroked her grandson's face, and then asked Yu Wenjing with concern, "Are you tired from the journey?"

"Grandma is not tired at all. It was the police uncle who sent us home -"

"Did the police uncle give it to you?"

Wei Xiumin was confused.

"Hey, it's Sha... escorted by police comrades from Gusu."

Sha Cheng held it back when he reached his mouth, Gusu... after all, it was a higher level.

"The police car is clearing the way! Damn it! Wang Aihong, you have become a big leader——"

Some young people shouted out. Wang Aihong waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, I am just a big leader, a factory director, it doesn't matter."

He kept explaining like this, but the neighbors from his father's generation became more and more disbelieving, and they all came over to ask what he was doing.

Wang Aihong remembered Zhang Haonan's instructions and said, "My unit does a little bit of everything, including selling agricultural machinery and batteries. We even have a pig farm."

"What? There is also a pig farm?"

"It's not that small, a pig farm with ten thousand pigs."

"This guy...how many people does this unit need to support? It can't be bigger than a textile factory?"

Wang Aihong wanted to give an honest explanation, but then she thought of Zhang Haonan's advice, so she bit the bullet and said, "There will be about 10,000 employees this year."

This bragging was a bit false, and he was so panicked, but Yu Wenjing, who didn't know Zhang Haonan's true strength, followed: "Mom, Aihong unit mainly does export, and the benefits are very good. Each order costs a thousand Thousands of…”

"Oh my God, the wages are higher than those in textile factories, right?"

From Wei Xiumin's experience, the local "eight major factories and mines" are the best units.

Even though people have been laid off in Xuecheng Textile Factory five years ago, Wei Xiumin still hasn't had the slightest change in her mindset, even though she has also been to Shacheng to visit her son and daughter-in-law.

Many years ago, Shacheng was full of farmland, filled with the most backward and primitive ecology of the water town. For Wei Xiumin, a city dweller, this kind of place probably had no future.

Wang Aihong said every time she called her that life was getting better and better. In her opinion, those were just words to comfort her mother.

That's all.

"Not much higher."

Wang Aihong was a little embarrassed and whispered, "Just a little more."

Seeing that her son was unwilling to speak in public, Wei Xiumin thought to herself, there was no need to show off here, it was already glorious enough anyway.

Provincial and municipal TV stations came to interview her and were escorted by police cars. She was the only one in the fifth generation of her old Wang family to have such an interview.

The street leader came over in the morning and said that she could still be a "model supporter of the army". She didn't know what happened, but it was glorious anyway!

Amidst the crowds, Wang Aihong finally managed to get home. His original plan was to take a rest and then take his son to Beishan Park.

But after all, he still had to socialize. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when the drunk Wang Aihong was carried back. After the person who brought him back left, Yu Wenjing cursed and served him a bowl of honey water: "Hurry up and drink it." Wake up and wake up."

"gone?"

Wang Aihong, who seemed to be asleep on the chair, opened one eye, then sat up and took a look, then quickly closed the door, "I'm not drunk, so I didn't really drink. I took a sip, held it in my mouth, and then spit it out."

As she spoke, Wang Aihong took out a sponge that smelled of white wine, half dry and half wet.

He squeezed it, and the drink dripped down: "Pinch it under the table when it's empty."

"Haha, you're such a naughty person..."

Yu Wenjing was immediately overjoyed, but she still urged, "I'd rather drink some after all. Drink some honey water quickly to avoid feeling uncomfortable."

"become."

After nodding her head and drinking the honey water, Wang Aihong sighed: "Oh... the boss had already expected it, so he asked me to make a donation..."

"You agreed?!"

"I promised you nothing. I said I had to ask the leader for instructions. But when the boss came, he had already prepared me for this."

"Did you pay me?"

"It's not just the money, it's the box, do you see it?"

Yu Wenjing was stunned for a moment, then looked at the ordinary suitcase, "What's wrong?"

"Open your eyes."

Standing up, Wang Aihong walked to the suitcase, then unlocked it, opened it, and opened two shirts. What was stuffed inside was not a change of clothes, but boxes, all filled with Sable 5110 mobile phones.