The campus in the 1980s was as vibrant and full of vitality as this era. This is a place where thoughts are inspiring, and everyone can imagine their dreams here.

Wang Congjun, director of the District Industrial Bureau, walked into the gate of Shanhai Provincial Light Industry College and looked at the "Pride of Heaven" wearing rectangular white-shaped school badges on his chest, and was both envious and sighing.

"I want to sing but can't sing. I hummed quietly and had to look around. I'm in my senior year of high school, and I still have leisure singing. The teacher will definitely say this after hearing it..."

A happy girl walked by with a thermos, and Wang Congjun quickly stopped her, "Hello, classmate, I'll ask how to get to the fermentation engineering department?"

"Go ahead, turn the row of poplar trees and you'll arrive." The girl smiled and pointed at the front. Wang Congjun raised his hand to look at his watch. It was almost time for dinner. Well, he asked Qin Dong to treat him and taste the food for college students.

As lunch is approaching, the class is very lively, and the end of get out of class is very critical. You can pick and choose when you arrive in the canteen early, while you arrive in the canteen late means you will be leftovers.

Looking at the bustling crowds outside the window walking towards the cafeteria, the students were already anxious and ready to go. Chen Xiaochun even intentionally made some noise with the rice bowl, but the teacher was still talking nonsense, and the scene was very funny.

Qin Dong stood up quietly and left the classroom through the back door. The teacher only glanced at him but did not stop him. Who told him to be the class monitor? Maybe there were any arrangements in the department.

Qin Dong came to the mailbox downstairs, took out the key and opened the mailbox.

Letters are still an important part of university life at this time. At this time, it only costs 4 cents to send a provincial letter, and a custom envelope of 1 cent per cent. The postal code has not yet been opened nationwide.

Looking at a letter with the back cover of "The Department of XXX of Beijing University of Technology", Qin Dong sighed. This was the fourth letter Liang Jingwen wrote to herself since the start of school.

In the 1980s, the school's attitude towards falling in love was "not opposed" but actually "disapproved". For party activists, if they were in love, it would become a "short" in the eyes of the masses during democratic evaluation. At this time, love was still oriented towards marriage, which was very different from later.

Of course, correspondence students like Qin Dong are older, and the school also looks at them differently.

Wow—

It seemed like the cage was opened, and the corridor suddenly became noisy. Qin Dong knew that the get out of class was finally over.

"Qin Dong, do you have my letter?"

"Look, is there mine?"

...

A group of people gathered around to see if they had their own letters. In this era full of vitality and dreams, there were too many longings and feelings between the lines.

"Your, Lao Ran, your daughter is here. Look at the word "How beautiful." Qin Dong handed a letter to Lao Ran and gave several other letters to his classmates. His letter had already been put in his pockets.

"Let's go, go, go and eat." Qin Dong took the thermos from Lao Ran's hand. Lao Ran had already pulled open the envelope and looked at the letter in his hand. "Wow, my daughter scored 100 points in math..."

My daughter missed her father, and everyone looked at Lao Ran with an excited and smug look on her face. Qin Dong stopped in the crowd, and he saw Wang Congjun and two people in front of him asking about something.

"Director Wang," Qin Dong quickly walked up to meet him, "Why are you here?"

Oh, the crowd was surging, and Wang Congjun also saw Qin Dong. He smiled and walked twice and reached out his hand. When he arrived at the provincial capital, Director Wang became very kind.

"Let's go, let's try the university cafeteria too." Wang Congjun smiled. He looked at Qin Dong's roommates, nodded and greeted him.

Zhou Yi also came forward to greet him and learned that this was Zhou Yuanse's girl. Wang Congjun even touched her head lovingly, as old as his girl.

"Is this the Industrial Director of your district?" Lao Ran sighed as Qin Dong took Wang Congjun towards the canteen.

Zhou Yi nodded, and Chen Xiaochun immediately felt excited, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Qin, the deputy factory director, came to find him in person..."

In the crowd, Zhu Xinchao didn't say anything. Both were the squad leader, Qin Dong was the deputy factory director, and the director of the district industrial bureau was very polite. He was really discouraged.

Li Momei didn't care about Zhu Xinchao's emotions, "This is talent! You all learn something."

Su Yubo in the crowd looked at the tall man in the crowd. She thought about it and followed quickly.

...

The cafeteria was bustling with people.

Wang Congjun saw that there were only a dozen dishes in the window, placed in a thick aluminum basin with a diameter of about 1 meter. The chefs who served the dishes held vegetable spoons, their faces were red, and the oil stains on their white aprons were mottled. They probably hadn't washed for a long time.

Qin Dong borrowed Lao Ran and Chen Xiaochun's rice bowl, cooked a few dishes, poured boiling water from the thermos bottle and handed it to Wang Congjun. Wang Congjun tasted a bite of the steamed bun first, "Well, it's not bad."

Seeing him chatting with hammers and sticks, Qin Dong was not in a hurry. This surprised Wang Congjun and came to find him by himself. Although he was passing by for a meeting, this kid really thought he was "passing by"?!

"Xiao Qin, there is such a thing now. Ah, you may have heard of it. The bureau plans to arrange for you to be the deputy director of the sugar factory..."

Su Yubo, who was sitting not far away, looked at Qin Dong, and it turned out that it was true that Qin Dong wanted to be the deputy factory director!

"Xiao Su, what are you looking at?" Li Momei also looked over there, but she lay down next to Su Yubo's ear and laughed in a low voice, "Do you like Xiao Qin?"

"No," Su Yubo blushed, "Don't talk nonsense..."

...

The conversation over there continued.

Wang Congjun did not hide it, and said all the attitudes of Mr. Mei, the provincial department, the city and Chen Shifa one by one. "Necessary Mayor Liang is in a dilemma now... what about your own opinions..."

"I follow the organization's arrangements." Qin Dong replied quickly, and he kicked the ball to Wang Congjun again.

Wang Congjun took a sip of boiling water, "It's not easy to arrange, so I asked for your opinions..." His idea was to let Qin Dong propose it himself, so that he could block the mouths of Mr. Mei and the Provincial Department and the mouths of Chen Shifa.

Of course Qin Dong can't do this stupid thing.

"Director Wang, I have an idea..."

"You said..." Wang Congjun immediately said, the nineteen-year-old deputy factory director, he was full of thought that Qin Dong was moved.

"Now, breweries are being built all over the country, and breweries are also very good at it."

Wang Congjun stared at Qin Dong, but Qin Dong picked up the steamed buns again, "It's over?" Wang Congjun looked at him angrily.

Of course it's over.

Qin Dong said just one thing, just watching Wang Congjun, and there was no need to be a heavy hammer for the drums. Those who worked in leadership positions were all good people.

Sure enough, Wang Congjun was still waiting for Qin Dong to say down at first, but he immediately started thinking, "Yes," suddenly, he put the enamel rice bowl on the table, "The sugar factory can be transferred to production or a brewery."

In this way, the requirements of the district and District Mayor Liang to prepare the factory can be met, and the requirements of Mr. Mei and the Provincial Department can be met.
Chapter completed!