Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

In the last month of 1997, the weather was extremely cold, and the water turned into ice.

After school, Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia braved the cold wind and embarked on the journey home.The strong wind made it difficult for people to open their eyes, and the bicycles almost took two steps forward and two steps back. Finally, they jumped out of the car and pushed the bicycles forward.

"I'm freezing to death, how can Shanghai be so cold?"

As soon as he entered the room, Fan Xia couldn't help but threw himself in front of You Tincture, wishing he could hug it.

Shanghai is located in the south of the Yangtze River, so it is extremely humid and cold in winter.Although it doesn't snow often in winter and the temperature is kept around zero all year round, the body temperature is more uncomfortable than that in the purely dry and cold north, which belongs to "magic attack".

"Xiaoxia, wash your hands quickly."

Zhao Jingwen, who was slicing mutton in the kitchen, raised his head and shouted at him.

"It's colder after washing your hands..."

Before Fan Xia finished his sentence, Ning Xiaobei led him by the neck and walked to the bathroom.

"Wow, eating hot pot is awesome!"

Rushed to the dining table, looking at the old-fashioned copper stove set up on the table, and all kinds of ingredients piled up beside the copper stove, Fan Xia almost jumped up happily.

"What a good day today, why do you want to eat hot pot?"

Ning Xiaobei rubbed his hands together and looked at Ning Jianguo curiously.

"It's like this... A few days ago, my apprentice Xiao Sun, that Uncle Sun who got married at the end of last year, came to me..."

Taking a sip of rice wine, Ning Jianguo threw a roll of mutton into the hot soup and paused.

"He said that there is a shoe factory invested by foreigners in Baoshan District, and he wanted to hire me as a 'senior technical director'."

Ning Jianguo said, stretching out a slap, "This is the salary."

"Three thousand."

"Three thousand?"

Fan Xia was stunned.

"Wow, uncle, the salary of the director of your shoe factory is not that high."

These days, the wages of workers in state-owned enterprises are assessed based on their working years and job titles. Even the top leader of the No. 2000 Leather Shoe Factory earns less than [-] yuan a month.

"Three thousand is just the basic salary, not including bonuses. If you count the monthly performance bonus and the year-end bonus at the end of the year, you will get [-] in almost a year."

Speaking of this, Ning Jianguo was also a little excited.

"The meat is old, eat it quickly."

Seeing that he was only focused on talking, Zhao Jingwen helped him remove the meat from the pot and put it in the bowl in front of him.

"Foreign companies are so rich, no wonder I heard from my classmates recently that many of their parents have quit their jobs."

Fan Xia said while eating.

"Our class Zhuangli's father also quit, and he went to a company run by the boss in Hong Kong. Zhuang Li was going crazy, saying that his father's company arranges mainland employees and their families to travel to Hong Kong every year. Now she can't wait I went to see Alan Tam."

Ning Xiaobei silently stirred the sauce in the bowl with chopsticks, but didn't answer.

What should come is still here.

In the "real world", Dad also accepted Uncle Sun's entrusted invitation and moved to a foreign company.Compared with his colleagues who were forced to lay off because of the sudden closure of the shoe factory soon after, Ning Jianguo's choice at that time was undoubtedly correct, but who knows...

No, this path has been proven to be unworkable.

Ning Xiaobei raised his head, looked at Ning Jianguo and said, "High salary is certainly a good thing. But Dad, if you really went to a foreign company, your state-owned enterprise establishment and the title of senior engineer that you got evaluated with great difficulty will be gone."

Ning Jianguo has also obtained the title of senior engineer in the past few months, and has just raised his salary by one level.The black and white game console worth [-] yuan on the sofa was bought by his father with the extra salary.

Although he felt that this was a waste of money, saying that he didn't like these things at all, and occasionally playing games with Fan Xia was just to have fun with him, but Ning Jianguo couldn't stop his determination to spend money for him.

What Fan Xia has, what other children have, he wants to let Ning Xiaobei have it.

"Our factory... Maybe it's really like what you Xiaobei said before, or it won't work."

Speaking of this, Ning Jianguo's originally cheerful tone gradually weakened.

Ordinarily, the end of the year should be the busiest time of the year in the factory.At this time in previous years, the trade union would notify everyone to go to the office to pick up things in the order of the workshop.

The red envelopes for the year-end awards are of course important, but the gifts for various festivals are even more exciting.

Not to mention a long time ago, just last year, the factory made an appointment with the meat factory in the suburbs at the beginning of the year, and specially raised a few columns of high-quality North Jiangsu black pigs, and agreed to share pork with everyone at the end of the year.

At the end of the year, as expected, one person can receive fifty catties.If the husband and wife both work in the factory, it is a hundred catties of pork.After 30 years, converted into cash, that is not a small sum.

In addition, there are all kinds of rice, flour, cooking oil, sesame oil, and odds and ends of daily necessities, from soap washing powder to shampoo cream, from cotton tires to wool blankets, and so on.Female workers even receive sanitary napkins and toilet paper.

A master craftsman like Ning Jianguo would find someone to ride a yellow croaker to the factory at the end of each year to deliver things.I can't even lift it by myself.

Not only the third shoe factory, but Ning Xiaobei remembers that by the end of the year, every household in Jiandeli was like this. If there were fewer things in the factory, the embarrassed neighbors would even wait until dark to bring three melons. Liang Zao sneaked home, but acted like a thief.

"This year, the trade union distributed a barrel of oil, a bag of flour, and not even a piece of rice."

Ning Jianguo twitched his lips helplessly, "I was demobilized from Heilongjiang and returned to Shanghai at the age of 21. When I first joined the factory as an apprentice, the Chinese New Year was not so miserable."

"You're not bad. Since I'm not from the workshop, I only have a bag of flour, and I can't get oil."

Zhao Jingwen said self-deprecatingly, "At the end of each year, I'm the busiest at this time. I have to treat guests everywhere, visit customers, and send calendars and souvenirs. As a result, the business department has no budget at all this year."

"More than a dozen salesmen sit in the office every day. A cup of tea, a cigarette, and a newspaper, they sit until they get off work. 'Running business', 'running business', 'business' does not run, does it fall from the sky? But three The entertainment expenses and travel expenses that our department invited customers to eat a few months ago have not been reimbursed by the financial office until today, so why don't we pay the factory out of our own pockets?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Jingwen was furious.

In fact, he has seen some clues since the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.

In the past, what their factory gave customers were mooncakes from the old hotel "Xinghualou", in a tin box with Chang'e flying to the moon printed on it.There are eight in a box. They are fragrant and sweet, and they are very face-saving when you take them out.

This year is good, although the moon cakes are still free, I don't know which pheasant food factory purchased the custom-made pheasant.It is neither fragrant nor sweet after one bite, and it tastes like raw bean paste, which is unpalatable to death.

When a salesperson takes this thing to send a customer, it is not a "marriage relationship", it is simply an "enmity".

"Uncle, is our family poor? Then what karaoke machine did you buy last month?"

Fan Xia was belatedly aware that something was wrong only after hearing this.

"I, I'll go home tomorrow and ask my dad to pay you more of my monthly living expenses. And mom, didn't she even buy a house in Shenzhen, and ask her to pay you more ah."

Speaking of this, Fan Xia gritted his teeth while holding his chopsticks, "After finishing today's hot pot meal...starting tomorrow, let's eat meat once a month."

"It's not reduced to only one meal of meat a month. That's not the same as in the older society."

Zhao Jingwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gave Fan Xia a large piece of tender mutton.

"Don't worry, Uncle won't die of starvation. I just want to make a retreat... No matter what age, a capable person won't starve to death."

When Ning Xiaobei heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Indeed, it seems that after the shoe factory closed down, although his family lived through ups and downs, there were constant disturbances.But this Uncle Zhao had a pretty good life.He seems to have started a company in partnership with others, and in the words of the time, it was "doing business in the sea".

When the wave of reform came, some people were unprepared and overwhelmed.Some people stood at the forefront and became the trendsetters of the times, that is, those "the first batch of people who got rich".

Ning Jianguo is one who is dragged down by his family. Otherwise, with his ability, how could he be abandoned by the times.

"Dad, I think...you'd better think about it before answering Uncle Sun."

Although Ning Xiaobei really wanted to tell the whole story about what might happen, he didn't want to frighten Ning Jianguo, let alone arouse suspicion.After all, the "skin" he is wearing now is only 14 years old, he can be a "child genius" at most, not a "prophet".

"Engineers in foreign companies or something, I think they can work part-time. It's a pity to give up the state-owned establishment directly. Besides, at least the factory is still paying wages normally. Why not do it if you can make money at both ends?"

As far as Ning Xiaobei knew, until the third leather shoe factory was completely disbanded, there were still many people who refused to buy out their working years, and would rather stay without pay and go out to work, but they insisted on retaining the state-owned enterprise staff.

Although these people were criticized at the time as "out of date" and "not considered by the unit", in the end they received the retirement salary stipulated in the establishment after they reached the retirement age—although that was more than 20 years later.

Unlike Ning Jianguo, who resigned prematurely and later lost his stable job due to various reasons.When I reach retirement age, I can only get the minimum retirement salary, and the monthly money is not enough for a month's property management fee of a better apartment in the city center.

"Part-time job... It's not impossible. If there is work over there, I can draw drawings for them at home. On weekends at most, I will go to the workshop site to repair molds for them and produce samples. The price is calculated by piece! "

In the end, Ning Jianguo was still very reluctant and resistant to leaving the factory where he had struggled all his life and leaving the work within the system.

Foreign-funded companies, to put it nicely, are not the factories opened by foreign capitalists in Shanghai "before liberation".

Madam Ning's mahjong player, Wu Jiamu's mother, came to Shanghai by boat at the age of 12 and worked in a Japanese cotton mill.According to her, the days before liberation were extremely bitter, just like Xiao Zhenzi in "Single Fire".Capitalists are not things, but "Namowen" is obviously Chinese, and he still bullies the Chinese.

A person like myself went to a foreign company, and it sounds nice to be a senior technical director. In the past, wouldn't that be "Namowen"?

Comrade Ning Jianguo, who was born in New China, grew up under the red flag, and served as a volunteer for several years, became more and more wrong now.

Xiaobei's suggestion is very good. If it is just a part-time job, on the one hand, it can guarantee the family's income, and on the other hand, it can still maintain the pride of his employees in state-owned enterprises. Isn't it better than resigning rashly?

Seeing that Ning Jianguo listened to his own words, Ning Xiaobei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But no, others were soft-spoken, and now Ning Jianguo felt that what he said was right. What if he went back to the workshop and was coaxed by his little apprentices?

He bit the tip of his chopsticks, thinking that he should let Uncle Zhao wash his father's brain more and correct his dangerous thoughts.

Ning Xiaobei watched Zhao Jingwen keep adding vegetables to Ning Jianguo's bowl, licking the charcoal fire on the stove courteously, and then ran to open the window to ventilate, telling him not to worry about anything, just sit and eat, which is better than serving " The old man" is still very considerate.

Taking ten thousand steps back, the factory is really down and there is no way out. It would be good to let his father follow Uncle Zhao to do business.

Anyway, Uncle Zhao would never lie to his father, right?

After eating and drinking enough, he only felt warm and comfortable on his body. Fan Xia rubbed his belly and lay down comfortably on the sofa.

"Go, wash the dishes."

Before he could lie down here completely, Zhao Jingwen came over, threw the bib and two sleeves on him, and pointed to the kitchen with his chin.

"Washing dishes in winter is very cold."

Fan Xia muttered and sat up, and said reluctantly while wearing his bib.

The ancestral skills of Shanghai good man "buy, eliminate, and burn" need to be cultivated from an early age.Now Zhao Jingwen is cultivating his nephew's "elimination" skills.Pick out vegetables and bowls at Ning's house, and go downstairs to pick out clothes and shoes.

"Where's Xiaobei? Why isn't he with me?"

Usually, the two of them help wash the dishes together.

Fan Xia got up and took a look, and found that Ning Xiaobei and Ning Jianguo were actually dressed and ready to go out, and they were standing in the entrance to put on their shoes.

"It's so late, and it's cold, where are you going?"

Fan Xia asked anxiously.

The homework assigned today has a big math problem that he can't write, and when he plans to do the homework together, he will ask Ning Xiaobei for his thinking on solving the problem.

"The house in Jiandeli is too old. I was afraid that the water pipes in the old house would freeze when it was cold. Xiaobei and I went back to see grandma, helped her boil the hot water, wrapped the pipes and came back. Dirty bowls Just leave it alone, just wait for me to come back and wash it, you go home."

Ning Jianguo opened the door as he spoke, and a gust of cold wind swept in from outside the door, making him shiver from the cold.Ning Xiaobei was caught off guard and sneezed loudly.

"Why don't you wear the scarf properly? The final exam is coming soon. How can I do it when I get sick from the cold?"

Ning Jianguo's "mother-in-law" nature broke out again, and he untied Ning Xiaobei's yellow wool scarf and put it on again for him.

This woolen scarf was given by Aunt Wang downstairs, and this was the first time in Ning Xiaobei's two lifetimes that she received a handmade woolen product from a female elder.

Aunt Wang is beautiful and skillful, before winter, she made a scarf for Chang Leyun, Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia respectively, the colors are red, yellow and green respectively.

It's okay if the three of them don't appear together, but if they appear together, it will be a traffic light.

The father and son finally got dressed and were about to go downstairs when they heard a loud slap on the face from nowhere.

Then there was a heart-piercing "Mom!"

The author has something to say:

Ah, in order to thank the readers for their deep love, I decided to temporarily change the original weekend double change to daily double change.Strive for [-] every day!

Namowen: Shanghai dialect, the translation of English No. 1, is the Chinese foreman in the factory of foreign capitalists in the old society.

The Shanghai opera "Single Fire" is adapted from "Bao Shen Gong". In the play, Xiao Zhenzi, a textile worker in her teens, is beaten to death by Dong Yangpo and Namowen.