Is this typical hatred?

The red Mulan passed by the district industrial bureau. The workers in the bureau walked to the window and stared at the group of workers wearing dark blue work clothes enviously.

"Director, Director, Rong Bee has sent Mulan," Lin Fengwu stood in front of the window without saying a word. The office director hurriedly pushed the door open and came in, "One hundred vehicles, they really sent one hundred vehicles!"

He was very angry. As an enterprise managed by the Industrial Bureau, there was no share of houses in the factory, and now there was no share of Mulan in the factory.

Seeing these ordinary workers riding on Mulan happily, the office director added fuel to the fire, "Old Chen didn't take the bureau seriously..."

As the leader's confidant, he knew about Lin Fengwu and Chen Shifa's holiday, and also knew about his personal grudges with Qin Dong. Seeing that Rongbe started to send Mulan before the Chinese New Year, the sour water in his heart flooded, and the office director in his bureau was not as good as these ordinary workers.

"They are municipal enterprises, and we are just in charge..." Lin Fengwu said with a gloomy face, "Tell everyone that the more the Spring Festival is, the more we must carry forward the hard and simple style..."

The office director agreed to leave the door, but he smiled and muttered in his heart, "What era is it, I'm not capable, just say I'm not capable..."

...

The fiery Mulan convoy was moving forward as if he was greeting him in advance, and the front door of the biscuit factory was also filled with employees.

"Oh, it's the other person, Rong Beer again, why can't our biscuit factory do it?"

"It's good if we can ship a bicycle, and we're still counting on sending a motorcycle?!"

A group of employees were joking and complaining, but the topic immediately shifted to Du Xiaoju.

"Xiaoju, your partner is really good, you dare to send him..." In the Finance Department, a group of female employees surrounded Du Xiaoju, joking and chewing.

"If I had known about the release of Mulan, I would have better let your partner be the director of our factory..."

"Our temple is small, and Director Qin is still unwilling to come."

"Xiao Ju is here, why don't he come?" An elder sister looked at Du Xiaoju smiling.

"I look up all day long and look down. I'm annoyed when he wanders in front of me." Du Xiaoju smiled deliberately.

"Is he looking up or you looking down?" a big sister teased, and the female employees immediately started to laugh.

There are many experienced women among this group of women, and everyone can understand that these are two types of bed positions.

Du Xiaoju just got married last year. She blushed and twisted her elder sister, and there was another woman's laughter in the office.

"Why, Xiaoju's stomach has not moved yet, don't you want it?" a eldest sister asked with concern.

"Not that, my partner likes children. He said that his Mongolian brothers and children are many..." Du Xiaoju was quite regretful and even a little worried.

Through the window, the Rong Beer convoy had already traveled far away. They were swaying all the way across the market. Wherever they passed, pedestrians pointed and looked envious.

“Where did so many motorcycles come from?”

The fiery red Mulan was too dazzling, and Uncle Tank's car stopped on the side of the road with a squeak.

"They are wearing rugged beer clothes..." The driver pointed to the dark blue work clothes.

Oh, Rongbe's motorcycle!

When he thought of Qin Dong, Uncle Tank smiled, "This kid, this is not Mulan, this is putting horses..."

On the grassland, red horses came from the horizon, carrying the blue sky, white clouds, geese, smoke from cooking, and the stubborn child who waved his hand...

...

The red motorcycle team took a walk around the area and returned to the factory.

Chen Shifa looked at his team and answered the phone with a smile. The phone was called by Deputy District Mayor Wang Congjun. In just a moment, the whole district spread.

"Old Chen, let's change the two of us. You have high salary, high bonus, and high welfare. You can send Mulan, just change it. My deputy district mayor quit. Come on, I will be the factory director..." Wang Congjun joked with him on the phone, "The whole district, the whole city knows that you send Mulan..."

That's right? When it comes to get off work, these newly-launched treasures will ride away in a row. If you don't know how to ride a bike, you will push Mulan home even if you walk for more than ten miles.

"Learn three days, I can't learn Mulan back." Qin Dong stood at the factory gate with a smile, patted this person's shoulder with a smile, and shook his hand. Even in winter, everyone covered their work clothes outside the cotton coat, revealing the words Rongya Beer.

This is a glorious identity! It is also their recognition of the factory!

"Xinming..."

In the crowd, Qin Dong saw Nie Xinming with an unnatural look on his face. There was a woman beside him. The woman was stunned when she saw him. She looked at Nie Xinming, and the two of them pushed Mulan over.

"Sun Huifang?" Qin Dong had a good memory.

"Hello, Director Qin." Sun Huifang blushed slightly. She was the girl from the sister-in-law's house arranged by Qin Dong to collect rags at Shicheng Brewery.

"Mr. Qin, our two factories used to be in a competitive relationship, but now they are not joint ventures, so..."

"So you got into a partner." Qin Dong didn't know why they met each other, but he was very happy to see the two riding Mulan, who was happy.

...

When Wang Xinjun rode Mulan home, a group of neighbors immediately surrounded downstairs.

"Xinjun, have you bought Mulan?"

"Isn't this cheap?"

...

Wang Xinjun smiled and dissipated his cigarette, "It's only a few thousand yuan."

"Good guy, how many thousand dollars!" A scream immediately sounded from the neighbor.

You should know that at this time, the average deposit in Qinwan was only 1,500 yuan, and the average deposit of a family of three was the price of a motorcycle. Who would use all the deposits to buy a motorcycle?

Among the crowd, the happiest person was Wang Xinjun's daughter. She sat on Mulan and didn't plan to come down. "Dad, go to grandma's house during the Chinese New Year and ride a motorcycle..."

"Well, Dad brings you." Wang Xinjun said loudly. A few years ago, he was ashamed of the girl, and the girl was also because he couldn't raise her head in school. Now he wants to make good compensation for his girl and his wife.

The crowd slowly dissipated, but the discussion was still echoing.

"The new army has been so lucky in recent years. It's the section chief and Mulan. I heard that it's going to be divided into buildings..."

Wang Xinjun's wife looked at her man and her expression became even more vivid. "Our factory manager said that our salary will increase year by year in the future, and the house will be built every year..." Wang Xinjun smiled.

"You open your mouth and your factory director shut up," Wang Xinjun's wife complained with a smile, "What else do you say to your factory director?"

"Our factory director said, yes," Wang Xinjun patted his head, "Learn to learn how to motorcycles in three days, or take them back."

...

The group of naughty kids in Zhongjiawa are not afraid of Mulan taking them back. They have already ridden their slap with great knowledge, so riding this Mulan is naturally no problem.

But when he saw his son riding Mulan home, Zhong Xiaoyong's mother wanted to cry. She returned for a few years and was worried that he would go to the junior management office every day... Well, now he has become an advanced employee, and Mulan has ridden it.

"Brother Dong said, Xiaojun and I will be promoted to the section chief next year..." Zhong Xiaoyong smiled and comforted his crying mother.

"Thank you Dadong..." Zhong Xiaoyong's mother said, and the man had already walked outside.

"Hey, I said, don't go empty-handed..." Zhong Xiaoyong's father chased after him from behind, "Put the pig's trotter..."

But Qin Dong's courtyard gate was open and the couple were not there.

At the entrance of the alley, Du Xiaoju hurriedly held the handlebars and rode forward. This Mulan was specially rewarded by Chen Shifa, and of course it was the best Mulan in the Light Riding Factory.

"Oh, Dadong, help me..." The alley was full of potholes, and Du Xiaoju's handlebars were not supported, so she couldn't help but scream.

But soon, she stopped shouting, and her familiar and thick shoulders were still behind her. Qin Dong had already sat up, and the two of them rode a motorcycle and drove onto the avenue.

The wind blew, and Du Xiaoju's face became even more rosy. At this time, although she held her hand on the handlebar, she did not use any force.

"Did you know? It's very simple." Qin Dong said in her ear.
Chapter completed!