Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

In the end, everyone had to admit Comrade Xiao Zhou's excellence. No matter how unhappy he was, there was nothing to say. Who is really capable?

These old comrades can only spit out the benefits they get from others. There is no way to take away this position.

"Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Song. Please convey my thanks to him!" Zhou Jinxin seemed to have seen Song Zhengyang fight against all the odds for her while listening to Secretary Wang's message.

And as he said, he slammed the sample paper on the table.

It didn't fall on the table. Wouldn't it be like hitting the faces of the old comrades who were looking for trouble?

Her secretary Xiao Song is really handsome, but it’s a pity that I couldn’t see it with my own eyes.

"Okay, I'll go back first. If Director Zhou has anything to do, just come to me." Secretary Xiao Wang showed no dissatisfaction with Zhou Jinxin's new role as deputy director of the office.

Everything that should be done should be done. Who can let people have this ability?

"Zhang Xiangdong, are you really not angry? This little Zhou has only been here for a long time. He has not been here for a year. You have been working for us for more than ten years. Why can't this deputy director get her turn?"

Moreover, Secretary Xiao Song also serves as the director. Isn't this equivalent to Comrade Xiao Zhou having the final say?

Zhao Meijuan said angrily. In fact, she was unbalanced and couldn't help herself, so she wanted to find Zhang Xiangdong.

"What's wrong with me? Xiao Zhou has this ability. It's true that he works short hours at a young age, but it's also true that he has strong working ability and writes well." Zhang Xiangdong suppressed the feeling in his heart. I didn’t agree quickly, so I bit the bullet and said I had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

"That's fine. I'm not afraid that your unhappiness will affect your mood."

Zhao Meijuan curled her lips and said against her will.

Don't you enjoy reading a book for a long time without turning a page?

Sun Hongxia glanced at it and said nothing, just thinking in her heart.

No matter what they thought, Zhou Jinxin was satisfied.

She returned home with a huge sum of 120 yuan and a letter of appointment officially appointing her as the deputy director of the office.

"Mom, I'm back."

Zhou Jinxin shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.

She finally understands why her mother likes to raise her voice whenever something happens, and she seems confident, which is really nice.

"Come back as soon as you come back. What's the fuss about? Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Mrs. Yao came out of the kitchen and patted the dust on her body.She was digging out the kitchen pit when Zhou Jinxin shouted out.

"Sister, are you doing something good?"

Xiaowu was the smartest, and he knew there must be something happy when he saw Zhou Jinxin like this.

"We, Xiaowu, are still smarter."

Zhou Jinxin parked the car, took out a piece of meat from his cloth pocket, lifted it up and shook it.

"Meat, sister, did you buy meat?"

Xiao Wuyi's eyes lit up when he saw it, and his voice was no less loud than Zhou Jinxin's.

Zhou Jinkun, Zhou Jinling, and Zhou Jinjie were all called out by this voice, and they all poked their heads towards the kitchen.

"What? Did you buy meat? You prodigal kid, why are you buying meat so recklessly?

After a while, I pickled it with coarse salt and kept it for the New Year. "

Mrs. Yao took the meat from Zhou Jin's hand and turned around and walked into the kitchen.

This kid is really becoming more and more spendthrift. How much does it cost for such a big piece of meat?

There are also meat tickets. Didn’t you spend all the meat tickets this month?

"Mom, don't pickle it. The meat will be too salty and it won't taste good. Let's make some dumplings to eat. I haven't eaten dumplings in half a year."

Zhou Jinxin quickly stopped him, fearing that Mrs. Yao would marinate the meat.

“What are you making dumplings for? You still eat dumplings if it’s not the New Year or the festival.

Besides, if you want to eat dumplings, just chop some cabbage and some corn bread. Do you still need to buy meat? "

Mrs. Yao expressed her dissatisfaction with Zhou Jinxin's attitude of eating meat dumplings when buying meat.

Why are the eldest girls so greedy? If they get married in the future, they will make meat dumplings and eat them during the New Year. They must not let the husband’s family dislike it.

“Mom, I have a happy event, come here and I’ll tell you.

The second child kneads the noodles, fine white noodles.

Laosan chops the meat.

The fourth child went to pull out a vegetable.

Xiaowu went to get the rolling pin.

Tonight we will eat dumplings stuffed with cabbage and meat. "

Zhou Jinxin dragged Old Mrs. Yao into the house and followed several younger sisters to explain.

"Hey."

The few sisters agreed almost in unison, and dispersed with a huff, each busy with his or her own business.

Before Mrs. Yao could enter the house, the sound of "dong dong dong" chopping meat could be heard in the kitchen.

"Hey, these prodigal kids, don't chop them all up, keep some."

Mrs. Yao felt so distressed that she even slapped her thigh.

"Mom, please stop worrying and take a look at this."

Zhou Jinxin took out a large stack of unity from his pocket and stuffed it into Mrs. Yao's hand, which shocked her immediately.

The legs that were about to step out were suddenly retracted.

"Here, what's going on here?"

Mrs. Yao looked at Zhou Jinxin with bright eyes, as if she was hesitant to speak, holding the money in her hand and not knowing what to say.

"I wrote a paper and this is the royalties from the paper."

Zhou Jinxin gave Mrs. Yao 100 yuan and kept another 20 yuan for his private house.

"Thesis? Is it more profitable than publishing articles in newspapers before?"

Old Mrs. Yao was very happy. Her daughter is really capable. She used to think that she was quite young when she could earn five or six yuan for an article. This time she actually earned 100 yuan. Her daughter is not a literary star. Have you descended to earth?Can you make so much money just by writing?

Old Mrs. Yao was so shocked by the 100 yuan that she couldn't recover for a long time, and her thoughts kept spreading here and there.

"Mom, there's another good thing."

Zhou Jinxin pushed Old Mrs. Yao, who was unable to move back, and continued.

"Still have money?"

When Mrs. Yao heard that there was something good going on, the first thing she thought of was that she still had money to get.

"No, Mom.

I got promoted again. "

Zhou Jinxin couldn’t wait to share the good news.

"Ah, you got promoted. I thought you had made some meritorious service and got a bonus.

But it's good. You have to work harder when you get a promotion. Don't be complacent. "

Compared to her own excitement, Mrs. Yao seemed too calm.

"Okay, I see."

Zhou Jinxin could only answer tepidly. Her enthusiasm was not vented, so her mother extinguished the small flames by saying: "I got promoted, I thought there was a bonus."

"No~"

Old man Zhou was even more excited than Mrs. Yao.

"Okay, okay, I know you are happy, so tell your eldest daughter, I will go out and make dumplings for you."

Mrs. Yao put down the money and then went out with a smile on her face.

"Dad, don't worry, I will do a good job and take you to the city for medical treatment soon. We will definitely get better and better."

Zhou Jinxin held Old Man Zhou's hand and said.

Because he has been bedridden in recent months and rarely has the opportunity to go out, Old Zhou's skin, tanned by years of hard work, has turned a little white.

Of course, it may also be due to poor health that makes you look pale.

"Well, you~you~"

Old man Zhou seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say it completely after trying several times, so he had to give up.