Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with whether it is good or bad. Tang Zheng also has her own difficulties. Although it is not for the sake of profit, she has been weighing whether it is worth it.

Tang Zheng signed orders for chili sauce, braised large intestine and stinky tofu. There were quite a lot of orders for these three items. In addition, the factory had some scattered orders before, so based on the current number of workers and speed of the factory, it will take a long time to complete the work.

Tang Zheng suggested to Director Ren that the factory should recruit workers from outside and implement a three-shift system. The previous salary was a bit low, so it could be raised a little.

Director Ren thought what Tang Zheng said made sense and agreed immediately.

This factory originally belonged to Mr. Wei, and now it has been given to Tang Zheng, so Tang Zheng has the final say. To put it bluntly, a factory feels more secure when one has one's own people.

But where can I find someone I can trust?

Tang Zheng suddenly remembered something that Old Yao had told her before, that she had not yet dealt with Xie Hongjun's matter.

Moreover, Director Shao had said before that if Tang Zheng wanted to borrow the phoenix crown from the museum for filming, he would have to talk to Xie Zhikun about it. If it could be borrowed, that would be the best, but if it couldn't be borrowed, that would be fine too.

So, the next day, Tang Zheng went to Xie's house with gifts.

Tang Zheng calculated the time precisely and went there just when Xie Zhikun was home.

The couple both looked unhappy, but they smiled when they saw Tang Zheng coming.

"Canyang, how did you do this?" Mrs. Xie was shocked to see Tang Zheng like this.

Xie Zhikun was also a little surprised: "How did he get hurt like this?"

Tang Zheng smiled and said, "It's okay, I just accidentally fell down."

The couple both knew that it was impossible for a fall to cause such injuries.

Besides, the reason why Old Yao came to Beijing in a hurry a few days ago was because of Tang Zheng's arm.

"Look at you, you just came, why are you carrying so many things!"

Mrs. Xie looked at the bags that Mu Ran was carrying and immediately changed the subject.

Tang Zheng smiled and said, "These things are not worth much. The most important thing is that they are all from my heart. I haven't seen you uncle and aunt for a long time. I miss you very much."

The couple looked at each other, then looked at Tang Zheng's right hand hanging around his neck, and knew what was going on.

You didn't visit them when you were in good health. Now that you are a patient, you come to express your love to them. Only a fool would believe it.

"Glad that you're here. Why didn't you bring the three children with you? I loved those three children the moment I saw them. I miss them so much after not seeing them for such a long time." Mrs. Xie smiled and poured water for Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng said, "I'm afraid that too many children would make too much noise. Since Auntie said so, I will definitely bring the three children with me next time. And if you have time, you can come to my place and sit down. I welcome you anytime."

Xie Zhikun drank a sip of tea, flipped through the newspaper, and then asked Tang Zheng directly: "Are you here because of that unfilial son?"

Mrs. Xie glared at Xie Zhikun. Tang Zheng had finally come here, why was he in such a hurry to say these things?

Besides, Tang Zheng hadn't spoken yet, but Xie Zhikun took the initiative to speak. Isn't this inappropriate?

The smile on Tang Zheng's face was a little hard to maintain, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Tang Zheng lowered her head and took a sip of water. Since Xie Zhikun had already said this, there was no need for her to hide anything.

"Not entirely. The main reason is that I really miss my uncle and aunt. It's only natural for the younger generation to visit the elders."

Mrs. Xie glared at Xie Zhikun again, then smiled and said to Tang Zheng, "Don't bother with him. Your Uncle Xie and the Red Army have been having a bit of a fight lately. He's in a bad mood and has already taken two bottles of blood pressure medicine."

Tang Zheng smiled and nodded: "I understand, I just knew that my uncle and aunt were worried about this matter, so I came here in a hurry."

Xie Zhikun closed the newspaper and took another sip of tea: "Your grandfather must have told you about this, I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

Tang Zheng quickly said, "No, I just heard Xie Wan casually say that and I was a little worried."

This concerns Mr. Yao's reputation. As the head of the family, he couldn't handle such a small matter at home, but instead put the responsibility on Tang Zheng. It would be embarrassing if it got out.

Madam Xie grabbed Tang Zheng's left hand affectionately: "Oh, come on, I'm sorry to have you worrying about such a small matter.

Sometimes I really envy your mother for having a daughter as sensible and caring as you. Then look at Xie Wan, oh, it’s really frustrating to compare yourself to others…”

Tang Zheng smiled and said, "Aunt, don't say that. Xie Wan is so young. She is also working hard to learn acupuncture from grandpa. When she reaches my age, she may be better than me."

Mrs. Xie smiled brightly at these words: "You two are only a few years apart in age. I'll be very lucky if she can be half as good as you."

Xie Zhikun's face darkened: "Don't say that again, it's feudal superstition."

Mrs. Xie patted her chest. She was just making a metaphor, okay? How could it be considered feudal superstition?

She was so angry that she drank a few sips of water before she calmed down.

These days, she and Xie Zhikun had been getting along very unpleasantly. The two had never had a quarrel in their entire lives, but just because of Xie Hongjun's incident, they almost had a fight. The thought of it made her angry.

Looking at Xie Zhikun's angry face, Tang Zheng was a little embarrassed to speak for a moment.

This task for Old Yao is indeed a bit difficult. What if she insists on persuading him and it backfires?

Tang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then stood up: "Aunt, I want to go out for a walk. I lived here for several days before, and now I miss it a little."

Mrs. Xie also recalled her first meeting with Tang Zheng. At that time, she came here with Song Yuan for the first time. Tang Zheng was not pregnant yet. In the blink of an eye, she has become the mother of three children.

"Okay, okay, I'll go out with you. It's a bit stuffy in the house."

Mrs. Xie said this and pulled Tang Zheng out. Before leaving, she glanced at Xie Zhikun with dissatisfaction.

After leaving the house, Tang Zheng asked Mrs. Xie: "Aunt, is Brother Hongjun at home?"

Mrs. Xie sighed, "He's gone out. Ever since he had a quarrel with your uncle, he's been leaving early and coming back late. It seems like he's deliberately avoiding us."

Tang Zheng nodded. She should discuss this matter with Xie Hongjun first and hear what Xie Hongjun thinks.

"Then do you know where Brother Hongjun is?"

Mrs. Xie's face looked a little ugly, and she lowered her voice very low: "You must not tell your uncle Xie about setting up a stall on South Street, otherwise I'm really afraid of him... Ouch..."

A Chinese leader's son graduated from a key university and instead of serving the country, he started selling things on the street. I guess no father would be able to understand this.

With Xie Zhikun's temper, even if he didn't have a big fight with Xie Hongjun, he would have to sever the father-son relationship.

Tang Zheng finally understood that Mrs. Xie told her about such a big matter because she hoped she could help.

"Then Mu Ran and I will go and take a look."

Mrs. Xie breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then go ahead. He's selling radios over on South Street. Come back quickly. I'll ask Aunt Wang to cook your favorite dishes!"

Mrs. Xie was even more anxious than Tang Zheng. Tang Zheng was a little amused and pulled Mu Ran out of the door.

At this time, South Street is quite lively, with all kinds of things for sale, but it is not large and you can see the end at a glance.

Tang Zheng quickly found Xie Hongjun's stall. He sat in the afterglow of the setting sun, sweating profusely, waving the fan in his hand.

Tang Zheng walked to a stand selling champagne: "Do you have any cold ones?"

"Yes, it's so cold, and there's icy ice on it!"