Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

But he thought about it carefully yesterday and realized that this was not feasible.

It would be bad if there were such incentives and everyone would not focus on work and only focus on this matter.

But looking at the watery eyes in front of him, he couldn't say anything.

How to do?

"Well, that matter, I'm afraid it won't work."

Director Xiao Song spoke with difficulty.

Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, the little stars in Zhou Jinxin's eyes suddenly seemed to go out, and his eyes suddenly became dim.

"However, special rewards from the unit are not enough. You can also write articles and submit them yourself.

Otherwise, if you want to write a manuscript and need a quiet environment, I can find you a separate office so that you can write materials with peace of mind. "

I don't know what happened, Director Xiao Song's words blurted out as if he had no control.

Only then did he react.

"I'll go, why do you agree to go out to an office?

Where can I find a private office?Is it possible to give him his own?He goes to work with those secretaries? "Song Zhengyang thought in annoyance.

Zhou Jinxin didn't know what was going on in his heart at this time.

I heard a separate office, and the corners of my mouth suddenly turned up.

What's this called?It was a blessing in disguise, and I was disappointed not to have a special reward. But getting a separate office and fulfilling my wish was a great thing.

I feel comfortable being alone, and it will be more convenient for me to write manuscripts in the future.

"That's great. Thank you very much, Director Xiao Song. I'll go back first."

Zhou Jinxin quickly thanked him and ran back, but he didn't want to regret it immediately.

She had a smile on her face and was so excited that she couldn't help but jump when she walked.

When Director Xiao Song saw her being so happy, his heart trembled. Isn't it just an office? He is the director, or the section chief and his nephew, and he can't even have an office?I don’t believe it anymore.

Director Xiao Song, who originally wanted to go back to the office to rest for a while, walked towards Duan Chang Song's office with great energy.

Zhou Jinxin returned to the office. Some people in the room were resting on the table, some were drinking tea and reading newspapers. Zhao Meijuan even took out a sweater and knitted there.

This was wool that she had spent a long time stringing together. It was bright red and looked festive. She started knitting at this time and could finish knitting when the weather got cold.

Zhou Jinxin saw that everyone was busy, so he took out the manuscript paper and started writing the manuscript there.

This manuscript is not written for the employer, but is submitted by myself to earn extra money.

When Zhao Meijuan saw her writing and drawing there, she just thought she was writing about the Dragon Boat Festival and was going to submit it to the newspaper, so she didn't bother her.

"I said what on earth are you doing?

Can't you let me take a break at noon? "

Duan Chang Song looked at Song Zhengyang, who was relying on him and didn't say what he was doing with him, and asked loudly.

"Uncle, it's not working time now. Why don't I come here to enhance the relationship between our uncle and nephew?"

Director Xiao Song was embarrassed to speak.

How could he tell his uncle that I saw a beautiful girl looking at me and agreeing to go out to an office, and now I want you to wipe my ass?

He couldn't say it.

"If you have nothing to do, go back and think about the next step. Don't always point at me to give you directions."

Duan Chang Song felt even more tired when he saw the constipated look on his face and wanted to take a rest.

"Uncle, isn't there a new typewriter in our section? Do you think we need to find a separate room to store this thing? Otherwise it will be damaged, which will be troublesome and no one will repair it."

Song Zhengyang looked worried.

"What?

It's just a typewriter. Can't we just find a cabinet and lock it up?

Find a separate room to put it in.

Do you need to find someone to watch over you? "

Song Qianhe looked at the eldest nephew with suspicious eyes.

Is this a deliberate attempt to cause trouble, or is there something going on here to delay time?

"Hey, uncle, you have spoken to my heart. This precious thing does not need someone to look after it.

What do you think of Secretary Zhou?

I think he is smart, careful in whatever he does, and he is reliable. "

Song Zhengyang slapped his thigh, and his uncle came to the rescue.

"I said that you are here today just for Secretary Zhou, right?

What?Did she mention it to you?

What do you want to do?Be a typist?Want a separate office?

What else does she want to do? "

Duan Chang Song looked serious.

Secretary Xiao Zhou seems to be a good comrade, capable and smart.

However, the fact that she specifically asked Song Zhengyang to give her an office today made him feel bad.

Is this girl too thoughtful?

Moreover, just a secretary dares to ask the leader to make demands?

"no.

Hey!

This is not a hasty talk...

I'm just rushing to put it on the shelf. I've already said it, but I'm too embarrassed to swallow it back. "

Song Zhengyang himself and Zhou Jinxin learned from Song Qianhe from yesterday's conversation to today's.

Song Qianhe looked at Song Zhengyang while holding back a smile, with a strange look on his face.

Is this kid lacking any strength?

He really doesn’t know why he is like this, right?

"Let's see. There is a warehouse next to your office. If you find someone to clean it up, let Xiao Zhou move it there. The typewriter will also be moved there. In two days, someone will come for training. Let Xiao Zhou learn. By then, if you have If you need a call, it’s easy to find her.”

Song Qianhe pretended to frown and thought for a moment before speaking.

In fact, I was laughing so hard in my heart.

No, I have to take some time to go home and talk to his brother about this tomorrow weekend.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements in the afternoon."

After Song Zhengyang finished speaking, he didn't stay for even a second, got up and left.

"Hey? Is this gone?"

Song Qianhe was surprised at how quickly this guy changed his face.

What about the person who just smiled and said nice things?

Disappeared now?

"What are you doing if you don't leave? Lunch break is so precious. I usually take a nap right now."

Song Zhengyang looked at the time and said.

Hurry back now, he can still relax for a while.

"Is this killing the donkey?"

Song Qian and Song Zhengyang gritted their teeth as they watched Song Zhengyang pat his butt and leave.

"Ah, bah, I almost cursed myself."

You deserve it, you kid took a detour, so I won’t tell you and make you disrespect your elders.

Zhou Jinxin looked at the two manuscripts in his hand, put them into envelopes, copied the mailing address, and was going to stop by the post office after get off work and buy stamps to mail them away.

"Secretary Xiao Wang, come here to help."

Zhou Jinxin just wanted to lie down on the table and squint for a while, when he heard Director Song's voice outside.

Secretary Xiao Wang was reading the newspaper. When someone called him, he immediately stood up and walked out quickly.

He is Song Zhengyang's secretary, so naturally he will be there as soon as possible when the leader comes to see him.

"Director Xiao Song, please find me."

Secretary Xiao Wang asked as he watched Song Zhengyang open the door of the warehouse next to his office.

"Ah, yes, let's find a few people to tidy up this office. Dispose of the useless things as they should, and find a safe place to put them if you really can't throw them away.

The new typewriter I bought will be moved in this afternoon.

There are people working in this room, bringing in tables and chairs. "