The world of film and television starts from a young age

Chapter 888

Yan Jiefang's words made the room quiet for a while, and the third master Yan Pugui gave Yan Jiefang a big bag in annoyance.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat."

He is scheming, but it doesn't mean he has no skin or face. He is scheming to make a living, but this son is good. He has not thanked him for the meat he sent, and he has already started thinking about eating it before he left.

This is not pure embarrassment.

Zhou Chen also found it funny, but he controlled his thoughts well.

"Third Master, then I'll go back first."

"Oh, okay, we'll bring you the bowl later."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Zhou Chen waved his hand and left Yan Bugui's house.

As soon as Zhou Chen left, Yan Pugui glared at Yan Jiefang, and then opened Zhou Chen's covered bowl under the watchful eyes of his sons and daughters.

Immediately, a smell of meat spread, and his three sons and daughters all grunted in their throats, like hungry wolves, staring at the stewed pork with cabbage and vermicelli in the bowl.

I saw a lot of cabbage vermicelli in the bowl, but there were also a lot of meat slices exposed outside.

The third mother exclaimed: "Oh, hey, there's so much meat, this kid is really extravagant in spending money."

The few slices of meat exposed outside, the family may not be able to eat for a while in a month, so the third mother Yang Ruihua was so surprised.

Yan Bugui couldn't help sighing: "In our family, I support a family with my salary alone, but Zhou Chen is different. When his father was here, he was able to support two people, let alone he went to be a five-year-old man. Young soldiers, after retiring from the army, they must have money, plus the savings and compensation left by his father, there is no shortage of money."

"However, this kid still knows how to be a man and do things. It's the first time he made meat, so he knew to send it to me. It seems that I, the third master, still has weight in the eyes of others."

In the end, he had a smug look on his face. In his opinion, Zhou Chen took the initiative to send the meat here just to save his face.

The third mother echoed: "That's right, you, the third master, didn't do it for nothing."

They were complacent there, but the three children didn't care about it at all, and urged them eagerly: "Dad, Mom, this meat will be cold if you don't eat it."

Yan Bugui yelled at them: "Eat, you know how to eat. How did I raise you foodies? There is so much meat, how can you finish it in one meal? Damn you, pour the bowl into our pot Put some more water in it, the meat is enough for us to eat several meals."

The three mothers happily replied: "Okay, except for the meat, these meaty soups are just for noodles tomorrow."

Yan Jiefang's three brothers and sisters immediately lamented: "Dad, Mom, do you want to be so picky? We will eat what they bring."

"What do you know, how do you live like this, stop talking nonsense, and do as I say."

The third master completely ignored the dissatisfied eyes of the three children. Does he not want to eat meat and drink soup?

He thought about it too, but he was thinking more about the family, and he didn't plan to eat it alone, he just wanted to make the most of this bowl of meat.

Being greedy for a while will only lead to bad things, and a long flow of water is the way to survive.

Not to mention that the Third Master's family was making a fuss about ordering meat. Zhou Chen returned to his room and began to eat.

It has been three days since he came here, and this was the first time he ate openly. It's a pity that he didn't buy much meat, and he ate most of it in a short while.

There is meat, but what Zhou Chen sighs is that his craftsmanship is really not good, and the seasoning is not good. This taste is because of the difficult conditions now. I do not want to eat.

Therefore, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

He has also traveled through so many worlds, lived for hundreds of years, and lived through a lot of hard times, so he can also live a hard life.

But being able to live a hard life does not mean that you are willing to live a hard life. If you have a choice, I am afraid no one will let go of a good life and live a hard life.

In a few days, it will be the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and it will not be long before the New Year, and the climate in Sijiu City is getting colder and colder.

Although there is no air conditioning or heating in the house, because the room is small and the body is strong, even if Zhou Chen only wears two clothes and the windows are half open, he can't feel the cold in the house.

As far as this courtyard house is concerned, whether it is the location or his two rooms, it is quite good. Although it is not as good as a home in the real world, in this era, it still exceeds more than half of the people in the country, so Zhou Chen is relatively Still satisfied.

But there are also dissatisfaction, that is, the location of the room he lives in, the west wing room in the front yard, and the public toilet in the courtyard in the southwest corner of the courtyard.

Although there is a distance of more than ten meters and there is a wall blocking it, it is winter and there is no smell, but once it is summer, it will be hard to say.

This is also what he is most dissatisfied with, so among the three courtyards, the best location is the middle courtyard, but unfortunately, the middle courtyard is occupied by people.

Being idle and bored, Zhou Chen took out some books that he had dug out after cleaning the room yesterday, and read them with interest.

The days in winter are very short, and the sky is completely dark at this time.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Zhou Chen, are you home?"

Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard the voice, showing surprise, because he recognized that the voice belonged to Qin Huairu.

It's late at night, why did Qin Huairu knock on his door?
With doubts in his heart, Zhou Chen opened the door.

"Sister Qin, what's the matter?"

Qin Huairu smiled sweetly: "I see that you just came back and lived alone again, so I was wondering if there is anything you need to help here."

Zhou Chen was speechless, he has been back for a few days now, he didn't see you a few days ago, but he came here today, if Qin Huairu didn't think carefully, he wouldn't believe it.

"Aren't you asking me to come in and sit down?"

Zhou Chen shrugged and said, "I have no objection, but sister Qin, aren't you afraid that your mother-in-law will see it?"

"My mother-in-law is at home with the children."

With that said, Zhou Chen could only lead her into the house.

As soon as Qin Huairu entered the room, she saw Zhou Chen's uncleared dining table, especially when she saw the large bowl of cabbage vermicelli stew on the table, her eyes lit up.

"Hey, Zhou Chen, you're having a good life. You just came back and you ate meat. Did you make this yourself?"

"Ah, I live alone, if I don't do it myself, what else can I do?"

Qin Huairu looked sad: "Zhou Chen, I can understand your feelings. Others can't understand the pain of losing a loved one. My sister was like you back then, but I'm much better now. I believe you will be fine too. .”

"Sister Qin, I understand what you mean, thank you."

Seeing Qin Huairu sit down, the corners of Zhou Chen's eyes twitched. This is a long talk.

"Zhou Chen, I see that you just had dinner and haven't cleaned up yet. It just so happens that I'm fine now, so I can help you clean up."

After speaking, he was about to clean up the dining table, Zhou Chen hurriedly said: "No, Sister Qin, no need, I can clean up by myself, don't do it."

Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu's eyes turned red suddenly, and he looked at Zhou Chen with aggrieved face: "Do you think I'm a widow and don't want to get in touch with me?"

'I really think so. '

But Zhou Chen naturally wouldn't say those words.

"Sister Qin, you misunderstood me. I didn't think so, but I can really do these things by myself, and it's getting late. Sister Qin, you have to go to work tomorrow. Go back and rest early. I'm going to rest too."

Don't provoke the widow easily, especially the powerful Bai Lianhua like Qin Huairu, Zhou Chen doesn't really have any idea about her.

Look at He Yuzhu in the TV drama, just because she is not clear with her as a widow, those women who have some thoughts about him, all stay away from him, and in the end they can only be trapped in Qin Huairu's hands.

He doesn't want to be the second He Yuzhu, if he wants to find a woman, he can't find a good one on his terms, so there is no need to provoke Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu heard what Zhou Chen meant, and his expression became even more aggrieved.

"I understand, Zhou Chen, I'm sorry, it's my sister's fault, I shouldn't bother you so late at night, I'll go back first, you should rest quickly, I have to go to the factory to report tomorrow, try to make a good impression on the leader, I believe in you, I will do well."

Looking at Qin Huairu's back, Zhou Chen shook his head. This woman is indeed smart, and her speech can't be faulted. No wonder He Yuzhu can't play with her.

As far as this position is concerned, if it is not restricted by the age, after several decades, Qin Huairu will definitely be able to live a very chic life.

Qin Huairu returned home and lay on the bed, recalling what she had just seen in Zhou Chen's room.

Although she only stayed for a few minutes, she saw a lot of new things in Zhou Chen's room, and she knew that Zhou Chen's family was in good condition and not short of money.

Thinking that Zhou Chen would go to work in the factory tomorrow, she made a decision in her heart that she would have a good relationship with Zhou Chen in the future, maybe she could get some benefits from Zhou Chen.

She had heard from her mother-in-law before that Zhou Chen's father seemed to help neighbors in the past, maybe Zhou Chen also inherited his father's style.

It's a pity that Zhou Chen doesn't live in the middle courtyard. If Zhou Chen lives in the middle courtyard, she can help Zhou Chen wash and brush like she did to Shazhu. In that case, she might be able to be like Shazhu... …

Thinking about it, she fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Zhou Chen went to the HR department of the rolling mill.

His work arrangement has already been made, and the position assigned to him in the factory is actually a heating furnace operator.

At first, he thought that he would become a roller loader after taking over his father's shift, but he didn't expect to be assigned to the heating furnace operator in the production workshop in the end.

He doesn't know much about this type of work, but judging from the name of the type of work, it should be related to heating furnaces, which need to work in a high-temperature environment.

However, he obeyed the factory's arrangement and decided to do it first.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

In this half month, he also slowly integrated into his current living environment, and gradually became familiar with the neighbors in the same courtyard.

After getting a job, he left early and returned late in the past ten days. Apart from chatting with Uncle Zhang, Aunt Li's family and the third uncle's family in the same courtyard, he was mostly acquaintances with other neighbors.

On the other hand, the elder Yi Zhonghai, visited him several times, chatted with him, wanted him to integrate into the courtyard, get in touch with the people in the courtyard, and so on.

Regarding Yi Zhonghai's contact, Zhou Chen also guessed his thoughts, this uncle wanted to play him.

It's just that Yi Zhonghai's wishful thinking was wrong. It's simply whimsical to ask him to help with the elderly. He is not He Yuzhu.

After working in the rolling mill for more than ten days, Zhou Chen has never eaten in He Yuzhu's cafeteria, because the rolling mill is very large, and his workshop is far away from He Yuzhu's cafeteria.

After working as a heating furnace operator for more than ten days, Zhou Chen was a little bored. To be honest, this job really didn't have much technical content, and he couldn't learn much at all.

The most important thing is that the environment of the workshop is not good, it is like a steam oven, it is too hot, and it is very inconvenient to take a bath in this era, so he has been working for more than ten days, it is a bit unbearable, and he does not want to continue working go down.

It is better to act than to be moved. In order to transfer to another post, he has done a lot of research in the past few days.

Zhou Chen came directly to Director Yang's office. He had been here once, and he was already familiar with it.

"Dong dong!"

"Come in."

Zhou Chen opened the door and went in, only to find Director Yang sitting on a chair behind his desk.

"Hello, Director Yang."

When Factory Manager Yang saw Zhou Chen, he immediately remembered: "It's you, Zhou Chen, you have already entered the factory, what position do you do?"

"Furnace operator."

"Oh, yes, yes, although the work on the production line is hard, it is also a good place for training. By the way, you came to see me today, what's the matter?"

Zhou Chen didn't beat around the bush, and said directly, "Director, I came to see you because I want to change my position."

"Transfer?"

When Factory Manager Yang heard this, he frowned immediately. He was still saying that the production line is a good place to hone people in the previous sentence, and Zhou Chen will be transferred to the next sentence. What does that mean?
"Xiao Zhou, the position in this factory is not easy to transfer. You have just joined the work, and you may not understand the regulations in the factory. You cannot transfer positions casually."

Zhou Chen calmly explained: "Factory Manager, the reason why I want to change my position is not because I am dissatisfied with my current position, but mainly because I feel that my current position cannot give full play to my strengths."

"Can't you use your strengths?"

Director Yang, who was dissatisfied, showed surprise on his face: "Then tell me, what are your specialties?"

If it was other employees, he wouldn't be patient enough to say so much, mainly because Zhou Chen was in his father's class and had just started working, so he was afraid of Zhou Chen making a fuss, so he took care of him.

"To tell you the truth about the factory manager, my specialty is curing diseases and saving lives. When my grandfather was alive, he was a wandering doctor. He left a lot of medical books. I liked reading them since I was a child. Later, I went to the army and learned from the military doctors in the army to save lives. I think my medical skills are pretty good.”

"I went to the clinic of the factory a few days ago and found that there was a shortage of doctors, so I wanted to transfer jobs. I think working in the clinic will better reflect my value than being a furnace operator."

"Are you going to see a doctor?"

Director Yang looked skeptical, he really didn't believe it, he had read Zhou Chen's information, he was not yet 25 years old, so young, what kind of good medical skills could he have?

Zhou Chen said: "Director, I know that what I say is based on empty words, but it is actually very simple to know whether I understand medical treatment. You can do it now. Director, if you don't mind, I will It can give you a pulse and determine your physical condition, and you, the factory manager, must be the most clear about your physical condition."

Factory Manager Yang immediately became interested when he heard it, and said with a smile: "Your words are quite interesting, well, since you want to try, then I will let you try."

Then he stood up from the chair, walked to the sofa and sat down, then let Zhou Chen sit down too, and passed his hand to Zhou Chen to feel his pulse.

Zhou Chen was not polite either, he directly gave his hand, and then began to feel the pulse of Director Yang.

He had considered the post transfer, anyway, he didn't want to be a heating furnace operator, and he didn't have much interest in other jobs in the production workshop, and he didn't really want to be a cadre in the factory, so he chose a major that he was best at.

doctor!

With his medical skills, being a small factory doctor is definitely overqualified, but because of this, it is more suitable for him, relaxed and stress-free.

Moreover, doctors are also divided into grades. He can be promoted to a higher level at a faster speed, and his salary is not worse than that of front-line workers, and there is more room for promotion.

Although the age is different now, with his good medical skills, he confidently persuaded the factory manager that there is absolutely no problem in being a factory doctor.

(End of this chapter)