Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

When Zhang Xiangdong saw her looking at Director Xiao Song's office, he thought something was wrong with her, so he specifically told her the whereabouts of Song Zhengyang.

Then I remembered the registered letters that the guard had delivered along with the newspapers in the past few days, and hurriedly went to get them for her.

"Oh, thank you, Brother Zhang."

Zhou Jinxin blushed, and so did he. If he wasn't there, he wouldn't be there. Why were he staring at other people's doors?

She looked back guiltily and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhang Xiangdong had entered the office.

They were all colleagues in the same department, and Song Zhengyang was still the leader. If other colleagues knew who they were talking about, even if they made no mistakes, they would feel quite embarrassed.

"Here, just these few letters."

Zhang Xiangdong came out of the office again and handed over a few envelopes.

"Thank you Brother Zhang."

Zhou Jinxin took the envelope and quickly thanked him. This is all money.

"I see on the envelope it says publishing house and newspaper. Are you submitting again?

I saw your signed article in a daily newspaper before. It was really good. "

Zhang Xiangdong stared at the envelope. What was written on it was from xx newspaper and xx publishing house. It seemed that Secretary Zhou had contributed a lot. If this could be published, in one month, the manuscript fee would not be more than the salary?

"Yes, I like to write something when I have nothing to do. I have submitted manuscripts to many places, but not many can pass them. I guess some of them may have received rejection notices."

Zhou Jinxin looked at him and stared at the envelopes, wishing he could open them on the spot. He deliberately waved a few envelopes in his hand and said nonchalantly.

"Yes, I have tried several times, but they were all rejected. Don't worry about submitting to a few more submissions. There will always be drafts that pass. Keep working hard."

When Zhang Xiangdong heard what she said, he thought that Zhou Jinxin had his manuscripts rejected as often as himself, so he felt a lot more balanced and even comforted her.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, please get busy. I'm going to clean up. I haven't come back for several days. The house is full of dust. I have to get water to wipe it."

Zhou Jinxin didn't want to continue this topic with him, so he quickly found an excuse to escape.

"Okay, you can clean it up. If you need help, just call out."

Zhang Xiangdong waved his hand and said politely before returning to the room.

It's impossible to offer help or anything.

"Come back?" As soon as Zhang Xiangdong entered the door, the two lesbians in the office, Zhao Meijuan and Sun Hongxia, looked up at him and asked in unison.

"Well, I heard it went quite smoothly this time." Zhang Xiangdong nodded.

Although they didn't say who they were asking about who had returned, he knew that they must be Secretary Xiao Zhou, not what he thought.

"Really? I remember that Secretary Sun was punished when he went there last time.

If I had known it would go so smoothly this time, I would have gone. "Sun Hongxia's tone was sour.

“I’ve been there for a week, and the business trip allowance is quite generous.

It’s better to go out with the leader. "

If you go out with the boss, the implicit treatment will definitely be the same.

Zhao Meijuan didn't explicitly say that she was envious, but she just mentioned the business trip subsidy with a somewhat sour tone.

Zhang Xiangdong glanced at them both but said nothing.

What have you been doing?When there is news, no one is willing to go. I get excited when I hear that the mission is going well.

When the two of them saw that Zhang Xiangdong didn't answer, they felt bored and stopped talking.

Zhou Jinxin, who was being discussed over there, didn't know that she came to her office and started cleaning first.

It's not a long time since I left for a week, but there is already a layer of dust on the table.

He fetched water and wiped the table, mopped the floor, and carefully wiped the precious typewriter. This was a great worker who was assigned an office of his own with her.

I put on a pot of hot water and made a cup of hot tea.

After doing this, Zhou Jinxin took out the envelopes and opened them one by one.

As expected, they were all money orders.

This time, in addition to the several newspapers she usually submitted articles to, she also tried to submit articles to workers’ magazines.

The royalties for magazines are higher, but magazines are not published every day like newspapers. They are usually monthly or semi-monthly. This means that if she submits every time and rejects the manuscript every time, she can only get the royalties once or twice a month. .

Therefore, even if the magazine wants to submit, the newspaper cannot give up.

She did the math and found that the royalties she had received in the past few days totaled nearly 100 yuan.

It's almost time for payroll this month, and there are still more than 40.

In addition to the bonus and business trip allowance promised by Chief Duan, I don't know if it would be enough to take his father to a big hospital for medical treatment.

Zhou Jinxin thought about waiting to see how much money he could get. He also had to ask the hospital about the approximate cost of hospitalization for this disease.

This time when I went to Yangshi, I didn't have time to go to the hospital to ask. This matter would have to be troubled by Secretary Xiaojiao.

Yang City in their province is the largest city, and the hospital here is naturally the best in the province. If this doesn't work, then they can only go to the capital.

There is also Comrade Pan, who occasionally came to chat when hosting inspection groups. I heard him say that employees within the railway can publish papers. If they can be published, not only will the manuscript be generous, but also bonuses will be given.

This is a good path, but she doesn't know what type of paper to publish, and she doesn't know where to submit her papers. She needs to ask someone for advice.

Also, I've been gone for so many days and haven't been able to submit an article to a newspaper or magazine. It's all money. I feel very sad and I have to make up for it.

Looking at it this way, there is really a lot to write. My hands are sore and the speed is slow. I wish I had a computer.

Looking at the typewriter involuntarily, Zhou Jinxin shook his head violently, no, no, no.

Why!Another day of missing having a computer.

Zhou Jinxin took out the letter paper and lay on the table and started writing a letter to secretary Xiaojiao.

Song Zhengyang, who came to the unit early in the morning, was informed of a meeting and was sitting in the conference room listening to Duan Chang's speech.

“...I can’t talk about the specific issues here, but everyone must take this work seriously.

Black sheep must not be tolerated. " Duan Chang Song said so loudly that several leaders who listened were a little confused.

The black sheep?Someone made a mistake?who?

"Of course, I'm not saying that there are bad apples among our workers. We still have to take precautions before they happen. We have to organize learning immediately after we get back so that everyone can keep a clear head. Whatever we can do, we can't do anything without being beaten to death. Be clear.

Also, Comrade Tie Jun, Secretary of the Duan Party Committee, will retire soon. Today we will take this opportunity to study the issue of succession at this meeting. " Song Duangchang waved his hand, as if he had made the final decision in a firm tone, and then raised the issue of studying the candidates to take over as party secretary.

"Comrade Tiejun is about to retreat."

"Yeah, just a few years ago, just a few months ago."

"After a lifetime of contribution to the country, it's time to take a break."

"Who else can take over? It's just a deputy. Congratulations to you, Lao Lin. You'll be in for a treat when you become secretary."

"It's just that he has to eat his old boy."