Siheyuan: Becoming a cadre after graduating from technical secondary school

It was not until he got on Sister Qu's donkey cart that Lin Zongxuan shook off the cold sweat on his body.

It was early spring, but his back was already soaked.

There was no way. In his two lifetimes combined, he had never experienced gift-giving, let alone engaging in intrigues with a veteran soldier like Director Wang.

Poor Comrade Kobayashi could only learn from the plot of a TV series he watched in his previous life and carefully completed this unique "recognition of relatives".

However, the result was not bad. The fact that Director Wang was willing to take the initiative to mention the cooperation proved that success was not far away. Once he brought the purchase agreement to the factory, his position in the purchasing department would be secure.

Maybe he can be converted to a regular employee ahead of schedule, which means he will be eligible for selection as an outstanding employee at the end of the year and can be promoted to another level next year.

Compared with his future, what are all these things and energy consumed?

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In the evening, when Lin Zongxuan just returned home, he saw a group of people gathered at the front gate. The leader, a third uncle, was talking in a dry voice.

After seeing Lin Zongxuan, Yan Bugui hurriedly went up to him, grabbed his arm and said, "Zongxuan, why did you come back just now? Something big happened in the hospital!"

Lin Zongxuan took a step back without making a sound and asked, "What's wrong, Third Uncle?"

"Oh, you didn't know because you weren't in the factory today. Jia Dongxu was hit by a machine today. I don't know if he can be saved!

Several of the hospital's managers are accompanying him in the hospital right now. I stayed here specifically to wait for you. You should hurry over as well."

Lin Zongxuan's heart was suddenly shaken. It's coming, it's coming. The small courtyard is about to be in turmoil!

In his previous life, Lin Zongxuan always believed that although Jia Dongxu never showed his face in the original drama (referring to the person, not the photo), he was the real "soul character" of the whole drama. It can be said that it was his death and the selfishness of everyone that promoted the development of the subsequent plot.

Think about it, if he hadn't died, Qin Huairu could still be a safe little woman, even if her life was a little rough, at least she wouldn't have to sell her body for five buns, and she could evolve into a real 'green tea heroine';

If he hadn't died, no matter how ignorant and fearless Sha Zhu was, he wouldn't have risked being beaten to death to lick his sister Qin. Maybe when he got older, he could have married and had children naturally, and he wouldn't have to work hard for an outsider all his life, but he might have been kicked out in his later years (I said it was possible);

If he hadn't died, the old man wouldn't have to calculate and scheme every day. A great craftsman of level eight had become a "pension slave", losing his mind and soul.

If he hadn't died...

But in fact, Lin Zongxuan had a premonition that something bad would happen to Jia Dongxu. This sign started when he began to linger in the "Eight Great Hutongs".

To be fair, Lin Zongxuan does not think that Jia Dongxu is a bad person, but a good person who gets involved in bad habits such as pornography, gambling and drugs is often more likely to become addicted.

Especially gambling. Once you become addicted, you will no longer treat money as money. Jia Dongxu has lost more than he wins during this period. When he wins, he buys meat and cloth for his family, which is very generous. When he loses, he borrows money from everywhere to make up for his losses.

Thanks to his good reputation, it was difficult for everyone to refuse him. But gradually, he just said he wanted to renovate the house but never broke ground. People were not stupid and they all knew that he was probably up to no good, so naturally no one lent him money.

The less money you have, the more anxious you become. The more anxious you are, the harder it is to get money. How can a person work properly if he thinks about gambling all day?

Plus, his job is a technical one that requires extreme concentration, so how could nothing go wrong if it continues for a long time?

Several people rushed to the hospital, and Lin Zongxuan saw the two old men in the hospital and the two women from the Jia family.

Oh, and there’s Shazhu, who was probably called over by the uncle to help.

After seeing Lin Zongxuan, the uncle asked with a bad look on his face: "Zongxuan, your brother Dongxu is in trouble and is still in the operating room. Why are you here so late?"

Lin Zongxuan ignored him and asked Sha Zhu: "Brother Zhu, what's going on? How is Brother Dongxu?"

"We are still trying to save him. We have been in there for almost two hours."

Sha Zhu looked at the old man with a livid face, pulled Lin Zongxuan aside and whispered, "I was just about to start cooking this afternoon when I heard Zhao Gang, who works in the same workshop as Dongxu, yelling in the factory, saying that Dongxu had arbitrarily modified the production process in the workshop and operated the machine improperly, causing a piece of iron weighing hundreds of pounds to pop out and knock him down."

"Then we rushed him here. You don't know, his lower body was covered in blood and flesh. I guess even if we rescued him, he would be disabled."

Before Sha Zhu could finish his gloating words, a man in a white coat rushed out from the emergency room and asked anxiously, "Who is Jia Dongxu's family member?"

"I, I'm his wife." Qin Huairu hurried over and asked fearfully, "How is my husband?"

The man in the white coat shook his head: "The injury is too severe. The situation is not optimistic. He needs a blood transfusion. Who among you has type B blood?"

These days, blood transfusion is still a relatively rare thing for people, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

Lin Zongxuan has type B blood, but he doesn't know whether the medical equipment at that time is clean. You know, many people in later generations contracted infectious diseases because of blood donation.

It was definitely not worth it for him to take such a big risk to save Jia Dongxu, so he could only remain silent.

"My son!"

Jia Zhang's fat old face suddenly fell, and her legs went limp with fear at the news.

She became a widow at the age of thirty and had seen her husband off. Was she going to see her son off now?

Such a blow was too great for Jia Zhang.

As a widow whose husband died when she was young, no one knew better than her how difficult it was for a widow to raise a child after the man who worked in the family died.

She thought it was very unlucky for a person to encounter such a thing once in a lifetime, but she never expected that God would give her a second chance.

Jia Zhang's legs were so weak that if Qin Huairu hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to her knees.

"mom."

Qin Huairu's eyes were swollen from crying, but she thought of her two children at home and the one in her belly, so she could only pretend to be calm and look at everyone present: "Who has type B blood? Please help us, how can we live without Dongxu!"

When Sha Zhu saw Qin Huairu crying, he was eager to try, but he had never even been to school, so how could he know his blood type?

Just when everyone was at a loss, the Yan family came over with a few older children. After understanding the situation, Yan Bugui gritted his teeth and said, "Take mine. I have type B blood. If it's not enough, take Jie Cheng's too. He can do whatever I want."

The Jia family immediately thanked the Third Uncle profusely. The Third Uncle did not act arrogantly and walked into the emergency room with his eldest son with his head held high.

Finally, at around ten o'clock in the evening, when everyone was feeling drowsy, the doctor finally came out and announced Jia Dongxu's condition. To Lin Zongxuan's surprise, Jia Dongxu did not die this time!