Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

As time gradually approached the investment promotion meeting at the end of the month, the Quancheng Soda Factory became more and more lively.

As the person in charge of this conference, Li Ming has been very busy these days.

"Hey, brat, someone from Jiangxi is here, do you want to meet with me?" Putting down the phone, Li Ming looked at Yang Zhu who was sitting there drinking tea leisurely, feeling uneasy for a while, and was so busy that he even fell asleep. Time is running out, but this kid is cheating and cheating all day long.

"Jiangxi? Didn't we only invite trading companies in North China?" Yang Zhu asked strangely.

"Not only Jiangxi, but also people from Zhejiang, Anhui, and Hubei will come to participate in this investment promotion conference. People who directly contact Factory Manager Lin are all local trading companies with strong strength." Li Ming's expression was excited again. , Another distress.

Yang Zhu thought about it, well, the feelings were assigned by the local government to repay the favor.

Although I am still very grateful for the friendship of those local governments, but thinking of the already stretched production capacity of the Quancheng Soda Factory...

Tsk tsk, is this repaying a favor, or making trouble?

"Don't go!" A certain senior salted fish has always been too lazy to move about things that he is not interested in.

Li Ming rolled his eyes weakly, I knew you bastard would be like this, I have seen lazy ones, but I have never seen such lazy ones; I just sit in the office all day without moving, and I don’t know where you practiced your skills from.

So Yang Zhu was kicked out by a section chief with a small chicken belly, and started to wander around.

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"Huh? Team Leader Yang, didn't Section Chief Li ask you to proofread the speech? It's over so soon?" The seaweed monster held a banner in his arms, carefully poked his head and watched the stairs.

"Yeah, my work efficiency is high!" A salted fish who had been lazy all morning lied without changing his face.

"Little girl, do you want me to help you?" Yang Zhu frowned as he looked at the banners that were about to bury the seaweed monster's head.

"No need, I didn't... ouch~!" Haicao disappeared from Yang Zhu's sight before he could finish his strange words.

Yang Zhu watched with black eyes as the girl walked down the corridor ladder three times, and then walked down unaccustomed to seeing it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Yang Zhu knelt down and picked up the scattered banners.

"No, nothing." Haicao wrinkled his face bitterly, then struggled to stand up.

Yang Zhu looked at her trousers, which were faintly stained with blood, and frowned: "Your knee is broken."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much." The seaweed monster walked over with a limp.

"You sprained your ankle too, tsk tsk, how many times has this happened this month?" Yang Zhu looked at this girl with some admiration. Since he met this girl, he sprained his foot two or three times a month. Can't turn over.

"Well... don't be afraid, you can still go, the banner is still waiting to be hung on the other side of the venue, you can give it to me." The seaweed monster planned to take the banner roll in Yang Zhu's arms.

"Cut~! With your appearance, I'm afraid that if the things are not hung up, the person will be gone first." Yang Zhu held her down angrily.

Then he looked around, beckoned, and called Tu Lili, who was pulling the flatbed trailer to transport the seat covers; Tu Lili saw the seaweed monster, without saying a word, stuck the pile of banners on the trailer, He agreed to Yang Zhu's request to hang the banner.

"Let's go, go to my room and apply the medicine." Yang Zhu squatted down skillfully, waiting for the seaweed monster, who couldn't even walk safely, to come up.

Even though he had been carried on the back several times, facing so many people in the factory, the seaweed monster still blushed shyly. He wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he finally obediently lay on Yang Zhu's back .

hiss……

Although I have recited it several times, Yang Zhu still couldn't help smacking his lips because of the strong touch coming from his back; did this girl grow up on hormones when she was young?

Tsk tsk, I don't know which man will be cheaper in the future.

"Xiao Yang, is Sima Qingcuo injured again?" From a distance, Lao Zhang, who was writing and drawing on the bulletin board, turned his head and asked in a procedural way, with no surprise or joy on his expression.

"Yeah, I fell a little bit hard." Yang Zhu had a shy smile on his face.

"Hey ~ Yang Zhu, are you carrying your daughter-in-law?" Xiao Huang, who was obviously fishing, put down the poster stand in his hand, with a strange smile on his face.

"Hehe, brother Huang, I'm not talking nonsense. I'm taking Sima Qingcuo to apply the medicine." Yang Zhu had a harmless smile on his face, like a simple young man who had just walked out of the mountains.

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Opening the door, Yang Zhu put the seaweed monster down, felt his heart beating again, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yaya, just walking along the way, I have encountered dozens of gossip greetings, I really don't know how boring this guy is, is it worth making a fuss about memorizing someone?

"Girl, roll up your pants, and I'll give you medicine." Taking out the medicine box, Yang Zhu said to the seaweed monster.

"Oh." The seaweed monster blushed, panting for air, and slowly rolled up his trousers, exposing his knees where a layer of skin had been wiped off.

Yang Zhu looked at the two bloody holes and scratches on the piece of white jade-like artwork, feeling sorry but at the same time couldn't help the old driver.

It is said that girls in the Sichuan-Chongqing region have good skin, but it is "steamed" by the unique climate. They are more than fair, but their natural gloss and firmness are indeed a little worse than girls in the northern region with four distinct seasons.

But... this girl's skin regeneration ability is too good, the new scar from half a month ago disappeared so quickly?

Tsk tsk, does this count as foolish luck?

Seeing Yang Zhu pinching his calf and staring at it, the seaweed monster was nervous like a quail, and even its neck started to turn red.

"Yang...Team leader Yang, you can take the medicine." The little girl's voice trembled a little.

Only then did Yang Zhu come back to his senses, smiled mischievously, and skillfully took a cotton swab dipped in iodine to wipe off the scabs and dirt on his knees.

"Hiss~~ It hurts!" The little girl was crying, her calf couldn't help but twitched backwards.

"Don't move, don't wipe off the dirty things, be careful of knee inflammation, it will leave you with a big scar, it will be so ugly that you won't even be able to wear a skirt!" Yang Zhu said with a stern face, with a tone of scaring children.

It's strange to say that this girl is actually very tolerant. She usually gets a little injury, even if her foot is about to be scrapped, she doesn't cry out, but she is terribly afraid of rubbing alcohol and the like, and she will die if she gets a little bit of it. With an expression on the verge of crying, tears fell down patter.

"Group leader Yang, I don't wear skirts." The seaweed monster lowered its head in frustration when it heard the word skirt.

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that you don't wear skirts on your legs; besides, what girl doesn't like to wear skirts?" Yang Zhu moved the girl's calves from side to side as if picking pork.

"But it doesn't matter. When you get married and have a baby, you can wear skirts in a fair manner." Yang Zhu estimated the speed of aesthetic changes in the Qilu area in the next generation. It is estimated that in seven or eight years, this girl will be able to wear skirts that are above her knees. Walking in the countryside with short skirts, there will no longer be those old antiques with their noses and faces upright.

Hearing "getting married" and "having a baby", and thinking of "carrying a daughter-in-law" that Xiao Huang ridiculed before, the seaweed monster suddenly turned into a cooked crab.

"Well, Team Leader Yang, do you like girls wearing skirts?" the little girl asked shyly.

"That's a must. There is no man who doesn't like girls wearing skirts... This is the appreciation of beautiful things for human beings!" Someone said shamelessly, with a sacred expression on his face.

"Oh, oh..." The seaweed monster didn't know what to think of, his head lowered lower and lower, but his legs, which had just been sprayed with medicine, swayed briskly...