The Era of Hard Work

Provincial University, middle-aged men with flat-headed boys ordered food at the small fried window, found a place where no one was around, and sat down to eat together.

Compared with ordinary students, boys with flat-headed shirts and trousers are very formal.

At first glance, it looks like a regular job in some department.

In contrast, the middle-aged man has a faint air of quackery.

Someone passed by, saw the boy with a crew cut, and said hello, Minister Yang.

No, I'm back. The flat-haired boy said with a smile, Just call our country strong.

The middle-aged man asked: I'm graduating next summer, have you decided which unit to go to Qingzhao?

I don't know if it was born like this, or if he was trained in the student union, Yang Guoqiang spoke calmly, vaguely like a small cadre: No matter where you go, you must start from the grassroots.

Holding up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, the middle-aged man smiled: Your father asked someone specifically, and your student union resume is a bright spot.

Yang Guoqiang was not overjoyed, and said calmly, Uncle Wei, many people in the system have come down the road like this.

When I was in school, I was a cadre of the student union. I entered the unit with a good college resume. I was quickly promoted, and then I was promoted all the way up.

There is no sword, light or shadow, but the intensity is not inferior.

The middle-aged man named Uncle Wei said: You have a provincial university degree, a resume as a student union cadre, and an honor. You have a higher start and it is easy to go up in Qingzhao. You have experienced the student union. You have experience with us. Many people who come and go say it’s a small system.”

Yang Guoqiang understood what he meant: There is no hope for the top ten?

Uncle Wei confirmed: The person entrusted by your father said that the selection is normal, and I hope it can be ignored. You have been in the student union for a few years, and you should be able to understand that those who have come to this point are basically not ordinary people. Some people's credit is real.

Yang Guoqiang was silent. Uncle Wei came to look for him. It was originally the family's intention. The two of them went to the temporary market to see it first, and then went to the stadium after inquiring about it.

Unexpectedly, I saw quite an astonishing scene.

That man was interesting, but no matter how interesting he was, he was still a small businessman. The reason why he was selected was because of the promotion of the Evening News, and the promotion of the Evening News was related to a female reporter who was in a relationship with his cousin.

The family is a bit special, it has something to do with the town, and the county bureau is probably related to his cousin.

Not someone with no background, nor the kind with a strong background.

The list is confirmed? Yang Guoqiang acted very maturely, and asked again: Are you sure there is no me?

Uncle Wei looked around: Basically sure, without you. The entrusted person said, you can try to operate it. I came from the county this time because your father meant it. You have to try if it works. If it works, Quannan Ten outstanding! This honor is eye-catching!

Yang Guoqiang was silent for a moment, and said: Then try. He has experienced in the student union: I'm not suitable to come out, you go?

Uncle Wei said softly: Don't worry, I will go to talk to him in person tomorrow. What is the purpose of being a small vendor in the market? Isn't it just money? Problems that money can solve are not problems here. If he is wise, , Naturally take a step back, I have asked carefully, and he is the only one on the list who has no official unit.

Those who work in large units cannot be touched.

Yang Guoqiang thought of the resume of the person he had seen: I still can't believe that someone can make so many things happen in three months.

Uncle Wei smiled: No matter how much he struggles, he is still a poor boy. As long as he is willing to take a step back, the rest will be handed over to me and your father. It is nothing more than a matter of money.

If it weren't for the same background, there would be no need for such trouble, and there would be no need for him to come to the university town.

The upper management couldn't get through, but he withdrew voluntarily, so no one could say anything.

Yang Guoqiang asked: By the way, how is our building? Twelve floors, the tallest in the county, I'm still waiting to stand on the top floor and look into the distance.

The work is almost finished during the Chinese New Year. Uncle Wei said, Your father said, when you get your diploma, a long-distance Lincoln will come to pick you up, and you will definitely graduate with glory.

Yang Guoqiang said seriously: Don't do this, it's not good.

Uncle Wei nodded: Okay, I'll go back and persuade your dad. He said to Yang Guoqiang, We are legally running a hotel, so you don't have to keep a low profile.

After dinner, Yang Guoqiang sent Uncle Wei away, turned to darkness on campus, returned to the dormitory, stood by the window on the sixth floor, looked down at the past, the university city was lit up, and there were tall tower cranes in the south, west and east Burning the lights and fighting at night, many construction sites are rushing to work day and night.

It won't take too long for tall buildings to rise from the ground.

Yang Guoqiang suddenly had an idea that it would be a good choice to stay in the university city after graduation and enter a certain unit for development.

Finally, his eyes fell to the east, and he could vaguely see the lights of the market at the central intersection.

...

After the game, the School of Foreign Languages ​​easily defeated the School of Economics. Lu Dong politely declined the invitation of Big Ivan to go to the cafeteria to celebrate together, packed up his things and hurried back to the market.

Shouting Lu's Mala Tang, come on for most of the game, the flow of people should increase.

This weekend, Song Na and Li Wenyue had no classes and would not go home for the time being, so they went to help Lu Dong together.

Lu Dong rode back on the motorcycle to pull the trailer, Song Na and Li Wenyue simply sat on the back of the truck, and when they arrived at the market, there were already a few people at the Malatang stall.

That, that, and that... Song Na got out of the car and pointed to Li Wenyue: I seem to have seen it in the stadium.

Li Wenyue said with a smile, Dongzi's propaganda has worked.

The three parked the car, simply packed up their things and went to help, replacing Hu Chunlan and Qiao Weiguo, and asked them to go back and continue to take care of their own stalls.

Taking some time off, Hu Chunlan asked Qiao Weiguo in a low voice: Weiguo, yesterday I wanted to ask, who is that dark, thin and tall girl?

Black egg. Qiao Weiguo is a real person, and the first reaction is to say the name he often calls, and then he smiles embarrassedly: Auntie, her name is Song Na, and she is a classmate with Lu Dong and Wen Yue.

Hu Chunlan asked again: Are you admitted to university?

Qiao Weiguo replied in a low voice: School of Physical Education, undergraduate, which major, I forgot.

Hu Chunlan sighed and shook her head: Bachelor!

While talking, she looked at the Mala Tang stall again. The swarthy female college student was talking to the swarthy Lu Dong. They were both laughing for some reason.

Hu Chunlan withdrew her gaze, and suddenly remembered something: Wei Guo, I went to the north in the morning, why did I hear someone call Dongzi the leader of the Five Poison Sect?

Facing the old lady of the leader of the Five Poison Sect, Qiao Weiguo couldn't find an answer for a while.

Who spread the news! Hu Chunlan went to the daily necessities stall: It's really irresponsible! How can I find a wife after calling out!

Qiao Weiguo's body tensed up. Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to have much to do with him? The gang at the police station spread the word...

So irresponsible! Can this kind of secret be spread indiscriminately?

Weiguo, let's have three pancakes! Lu Dong was talking on the opposite side, Let's fill our stomachs with Mala Tang while there are few people. If there are too many people, we won't have time to eat.

Sure enough, before five o'clock, a large number of people came to the market to eat Malatang, many of whom were familiar to Lu Dong, and there were even a few people sitting around him.

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Boss, let's string meatballs and fungus again!

Under the signboard of Lu's Malatang, there were four or five students at a table, and one of the students shouted, What else?

Lu Dong glanced at the soup plate: There are only crab sticks, fish balls and kelp heads left.

The student got up and took a look. There were very few things left: Bring them here.

Lu Dong took an iron plate and skillfully put it on a convenience bag, took out the remaining ten or so skewers, and gave them to the students, and said with a smile, I'm sorry.

Speaking politely, the student waved his hand: It's okay, it's okay, Boss, your Mala Tang is delicious! I've eaten at the snack street in the old campus many times, and the best one is only at your level!

Lu Dong was modest: I've won the award, I've won the award, I like it and come again.

A girl brushed the sauce: Boss, your homemade sauce tastes really good.

Another student was curious: Is there really a century-old inheritance?

It's all been passed down from the family. Lu Dong said vaguely, and said emphatically: In the past, when we baked pancakes at home, we would brush them with this sauce and roll them into potato shreds.

At the beginning, the student said: Boss, stop talking, my saliva is going to flow out.

In the latter sentence, Lu Dong is telling the truth. Some time ago, my old lady did it once.

After Song Na and Li Wenyue cleaned up the table, they moved a mat and sat down to rest. Lu Dong went over and said, It's nine o'clock, you two go back to rest early.

Li Wenyue waved his hand: I will take me back to the village later, I will go back tomorrow and stay for a day.

Song Na smiled: Is this work called work? You have done all the heavy work, and we just clean up the corners and corners. I will come to help you tomorrow.

Lu Dong reminded: Are you done with the business?

Song Na glanced at her backpack and said, On the big weekend, everyone goes out to Quannan and Qingzhao. Few people are in the dormitory, and they can't sell goods. It's not as good as usual.

Li Wenyue was also not polite to Lu Dong: I won't come, I will stay at home for a day.

Lu Dong waved his hand: Don't come here, hurry up and come here.

The last few students checked out and left, Lu Dong took the initiative to wipe off the change, and today's Mala Tang was sold out.

In the university town, which lacks everything from entertainment to special food, the basketball game in the afternoon had a very obvious pulling effect.

After cleaning up briefly, Lu Dong drove Song Na back to sleep. The street lights are bright at this point, there are many students on the road, and there are only a few steps from the Physical Education College, so there is no need to worry about safety.

Lu Dong first pulled his things back, and at the same time drove Li Wenyue home.

How's the effect this afternoon? Li Wenyue asked, Did it grow this afternoon? How much did it sell for?

Lu Dong zipped up his coat and started on the road. He didn't have to hide anything from Li Wenyue, and said, Tonight, Malatang alone sold for more than 400 yuan, and at noon today, the running water of Malatang went up to 600 yuan.

The pulling effect is still very obvious.

Li Wen said with a smile, Dongzi, your business is getting bigger and bigger.

Lu Dong said: It's also a good opportunity. In two years, there will be no such good opportunity to set up a stall.

Li Wenyue came to help Lu Dong many times, and he was in the university town, so he had personal experience: The university town is just starting, and everything is lacking, except that there is no shortage of students and workers.

Lu Dong couldn't help laughing, and asked, Wen Yue, what do you plan to do in the future?

Li Wenyue said directly: I'll learn the skills first. Once I have the hard skills, I will have the confidence to do anything.

That's right. Lu Dong didn't ask any more questions.

Because the flood did not break the embankment, the fate of many people in Lujia Village and even Ningxiu Town was changed.

In the past, he didn't care whether the town leader was Yang Liewen, and this was not within the scope of a bastard's concern. Now think about it, if the flood bursts, will the leaders of Ningxiu Town be better off?

Lu Dong looked forward, and the idea became more determined. Instead of entangled in the past, it is better to move forward.