Jiang Zijun thought and touched the handle of his bicycle.

If I were luckier, I might be able to be better than my father and become the leader of a production team after more than ten years.

If you are even luckier, you can work as a section leader in a workshop when you retire.

Or maybe you are lucky enough to be the deputy director of many production workshops.

If I could become the team leader of the production workshop, I might be able to find connections and transfer my wife from the production workshop to the office or logistics.

It can be regarded as satisfying my wife's wish, and she no longer bothers me all day long.

No, maybe the team leader of the production workshop is not good enough. At least he has to be a section leader. After all, it is not a department at all.

Jiang Zijun was thinking wildly as the car drove past in front of him.

"Hey," Jiang Zijun was stunned for a moment. The person in the car seemed a bit familiar just now. Why did he look so much like his third child?

No way, I just thought something was wrong and didn't look carefully. I must have read it wrong.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind, and she waved her hand in front of Jiang Zijun.

"Xiao Rong." Jiang Zijun came back to his senses and looked at the woman in front of him with a smile.

"Why are you so stunned?" Ding Xiaorong looked at Jiang Zijun and asked.

"Didn't the factory car come back just now? I saw a man in the car who looked very much like my youngest child,"

Jiang Zijun said.

"Your third child is the college student in the capital." Ding Xiaorong asked.

"Um,"

"Did you see it wrong? That is the factory director's car." Ding Xiaorong asked.

"Maybe I saw it wrong and didn't see it clearly, but the third child should be coming back soon. If it weren't for waiting for the third child to come back, we should get married this year."

Jiang Zijun said.

Ding Xiaorong is now considered his fiancée, and the two families have already met, but Jiang's mother wants to wait for Jiang Xiaobai to come back before holding a wedding ceremony for the two of them.

It just happened to be Ding Xiaorong's house, and I thought it would be nice for the two of them to get married when a college student came back, so I agreed.

"Let's go back. Auntie is still waiting to go back for dinner." Ding Xiaorong said, agreeing to go to Jiang's house for dinner today.

Although the matter between the two has been settled, they still keep a distance of half a meter while walking in the factory.

After all, even if you are not married, even married couples will not hold hands when going out in this era.

"By the way, did you go when I asked you to ask for the house?" Ding Xiaorong didn't think much about Jiang Xiaobai. As she walked, she tilted her head and looked at Jiang Zijun and asked.

That's right, if you want a house, you don't have to buy the house at this time, but ask for it from the factory.

"I went to the real estate office today." Jiang Zijun spoke, and the expression on his face suddenly turned bitter.

"There is a long line of people waiting for houses in the factory. There are not that many houses at all. There are a lot of people who meet the requirements. Many people have even been waiting for more than ten years. How can it be our turn."

Jiang Zijun said that although according to the conditions, after getting married, those who do not have a house can apply for a house in the factory.

But there are too many monks and too little gruel, and there are so many people who meet the conditions, so you can only wait in line slowly.

"But your uncle and aunt were originally employees of the factory. They have worked in the factory all their lives, and they have never asked for a house from the factory. Now that you are married, shouldn't you ask for a house?"

Ding Xiaorong said anxiously, that woman doesn't want a house of her own when she gets married. This matter will be the same now and in future generations.

Jiang Du and Jiang's mother have always lived in a small courtyard passed down by their elders, so they have never applied for a house with the factory.

"Who says it's not? But people say that many people have been waiting in line for more than ten years and there is no room for them at home. There are several people in our workshop alone. Let us young people wait first."

Jiang Zijun said.

"Wait, when? Ten years or eight years?" Ding Xiaorong said dejectedly.

"There's nothing we can do about it!" Jiang Zijun said helplessly.

"Okay, my family is looking for connections to see if I can be transferred from the production workshop to the office or logistics. If I can be transferred to the office or logistics, our chances of getting a house will be greater."

Ding Xiaorong thought for a while and said, and if she could be transferred to the office, she would be able to relax a little more.

And it will be more convenient to take care of the house after getting married.

"Well, I will ask my dad to think of a solution when I get back. He has worked at Longgang all his life and knows some people."

Jiang Zijun said, and the young couple thought about it after walking out of Longgang.

Jiang Zijun rode on the bicycle, and Ding Xiaorong jumped on the back seat and put her arms around Jiang Zijun's waist.

The bicycle bell made a crisp ringing sound, and the two of them felt inexplicably better.

On the other side, Jiang Xiaobai had already gotten off the bus at the entrance of the factory guest house.

"Director, why are you here?" The waiter saw the director's car and hurriedly ran out of the house. In the guest house, he had seen many factory leaders.

I also went to notify the leadership.

"Well, open two rooms for them. They will stay here tonight." Zhao Gang said.

"Okay, factory director." The waiter responded and quickly looked for the key. He didn't even mention a letter of introduction. The factory director's instructions were better than any letter of introduction.

Soon, the leader of the guest house also came over. He greeted Zhao Gang respectfully, then turned to look at Zhao Xinyi and said.

"Xinyi is on vacation. I haven't come back from the capital in the past six months. She looks so big and beautiful now."

He knew Zhao Xinyi.

Zhao Xinyi showed a smile that was in line with social expectations and called her uncle.

"These are my daughter's classmates. They live in the county below. They will stay one night and return tomorrow." Zhao Gang said.

The rooms opened were the best in the guest house. How could they dare to neglect Zhao Gang if they could accompany him to open the room.

The room was opened here, but Zhao Gang saw Jiang Xiaobai also carrying his bag up.

Zhao Gang originally thought that Jiang Xiaobai was going home, and Li Beibei and Zhang Lanfang were sharing a room.

I didn't expect that Jiang Xiaobai also lived here.

"I'm going to Jianhua Village tomorrow, so I won't go home, otherwise I won't be able to escape tomorrow." Jiang Xiaobai explained with a smile.

He hasn't been home for more than half a year. If he went back today, it would be strange if Jiang's mother could let him go out tomorrow. And at the end of the year, several factories in Jianhua Village were busy, so Jiang Xiaobai simply didn't go home and waited until he was done with the work in Jianhua Village.

Let's go home again.

Zhao Gang frowned slightly, having a bad impression of Jiang Xiaobai.

What can a student do? Instead of going out to play, he goes to the house without entering, thinking that he is Dayu.
Chapter completed!