Chapter 54

On Monday morning, Qingyang Avenue, as the main road running north-south in Qingyang City, is already congested. The motor vehicle lanes are so congested that they can hardly move, and even the non-motor vehicle lanes are full of electric vehicle traffic like a tide, which looks quite spectacular.

Although it is said that the uniqueness of the individual is emphasized now, it is said that every individual is great. But no matter how unique an individual merges into such a torrent, it seems to be just an ordinary member.

Zhou Jianliang is one of them.

Riding an electric bike, he mixed among countless similar cars and drove to work. At an intersection, instead of continuing on, he turned right and entered. This is not where he works, but there is a newsstand here.

He stopped next to the newsstand, with one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal of the electric car. He turned his head and asked the boss in the newsstand: "Has the latest "Sports Weekly" arrived?"

"Here we are, just here." The boss stood up and gave Zhou Jianliang a copy.

Zhou Jianliang took the newspaper, and before he could flip through it, he saw his son's photo prominently on the front page.

"Zhou Yi Bundesliga debut - perfect! "

Zhou Jianliang asked the boss: "Boss, how many copies are there?"

"I just entered thirty copies..."

"I want it all!" Zhou Jianliang said.

"You want it all?" The other party was taken aback. "What about thirty copies? Have you read so many by yourself?"

"Well, I brought it for someone else." Zhou Jianliang said.

The boss does not refuse this kind of business. Anyway, selling to one person is also selling, and selling to 30 people is also selling.

So he put the remaining newspapers that were still tied with ropes on the pedals of Zhou Jianliang's electric car.

Zhou Jianliang paid the money, took the newspapers back to the main road, and drove towards the work unit.

After arriving at the unit, Zhou Jianliang put the car in the carport, and then carried a stack of newspapers into the building.

In the building he ran into acquaintances.

"Hey, old Zhou, have you switched to selling newspapers?" A colleague joked with Zhou Jianliang.

When Zhou Jianliang saw the other party, he smiled and took out a copy from the newspaper and handed it to the other party: "Yes, I have changed my career, but I am not selling it, but giving it away! Here, go and have a look at that copy!"

"What is this..." The other party took a look, and saw "Zhouyi" in two huge black characters.

"Your son?!" He looked at Zhou Jianliang in surprise.

"Yeah, yeah, it's finally a bit promising, haha!" Zhou Jianliang smiled and continued to walk in, still holding the twenty-nine newspapers in his hand.

When he arrived at the office, Zhou Jianliang gave out wedding candy to everyone he saw. Everyone was very strange at first, why did Lao Zhou change to "Newsboy" today?

As a result, as soon as I saw the word "Zhouyi" on the front page, I understood everything.

So they all congratulated Zhou Jianliang for having a promising son.

Even the leaders of their department came out to congratulate Zhou Jianliang for giving birth to a good son.

Hearing everyone's congratulations, Zhou Jianliang was all smiles.

For so many years, he has always been a diligent and low-key honest person in the unit. It is the first time that he is so beautiful...  

And when he asked for leave to take his children to Beijing to participate in the audition finals,

There are still rumors in the unit.

Now those who gossip behind others are also in the ranks of congratulating Zhou Jianliang.

Zhou Jianliang felt very refreshed when he saw them.

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The predecessor of Qingyang Dingfeng Co., Ltd. was Qingyang Dingfeng Gas Appliance Factory. After restructuring, it became a joint-stock company, but it is still a state-owned enterprise. It mainly produces various gas stoves and water heaters.

In Qingyang City, because of the cooperation with Qingyang Gas Company, it has a high reputation and a relatively high market share. But apart from Qingyang, they are not very popular, and they still have a bit of prestige in the province. In the Chinese market, the peak is a small shrimp.

Zhou Yi's mother, Li Cuiyun, works in Fengfeng's office. She is not engaged in production or sales, but in administration and office work.

It seems that the work is idle, but the income is not high. After all, sales are successful, and front-line production wages are not low. But the main advantage of administrative work in an office is leisure and more time.

The office is a place where yin flourishes and yang declines. In Li Cuiyun's department, there is only one elderly man waiting to retire. The others are all women, and they are all elderly middle-aged women. Young people, regardless of gender, no one wants to come to this hopeless and angry office full of oppressive atmosphere.

What a group of old women do most together is not work, but chatting and chatting.

The east and the west are short, why yesterday my neighbor's house made a strange noise, and a group of people who came over made a "you know" laugh.

Leading cadres are also the objects of their gossip. What is it that a certain deputy manager of the head office had sex with a female subordinate and was caught in bed? This kind of gossip is the most popular. The speaker spoke frothy, with vivid expressions and rich body language, as if she was watching from the side when they were having sex on the bed, with a sense of presence.

The other is to discuss the more popular TV series recently. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas always resonate. From the TV series, it can be extended to "My friend's house and her daughter-in-law have a quarrel and they are going to separate" "My distant relative's son was killed. His wife is trying to drive the old couple out"... Hearing this, everyone was aggrieved, and they all felt that "the world is declining", "people's hearts are not old", "young people nowadays, tsk tsk", "it's better than us back then".

In these gossip, it is difficult to see Li Cuiyun.

If anyone in this office is really serious about doing things, it must be Li Cuiyun.

Every time a group of aunts chat enthusiastically and gossip, Li Cuiyun will not participate in it, but bury her head in her desk to do things.

Even the old man who was waiting to retire would occasionally participate in the gossip of a group of women. Li Cuiyun was about their age and not much younger, but she never participated.

It's not that she can't get used to these people, it's just that her personality is not that of a mother-in-law, and she has no interest in this kind of gossip.

If someone asked her about it, she would reply, but she would not continue. Her indifferent and unsociable personality will naturally cause dissatisfaction among some people in the office. Some people say that she is fake and lofty behind her back, but Li Cuiyun doesn't care about these other people's evaluation of her.

She still goes her own way.

Monday is peak time for gossip in the office. Because the old women have accumulated gossip news for two days, so much that they can't hold back at all.

The usual procedure is that as soon as a person enters the office, he closes the door, looks around, and then starts to say to everyone in the room in a mysterious tone: "Hey, have you heard?"

Afterwards, there must be someone who said, "What did you hear?"

Next, a gossip conference kicked off...

Today, the gossip started with the marriage of the second sister Kang and her neighbor's third uncle's son, and then talked about the topic of the children's generation.

"Sister Wang, your son is promising! He graduated from a famous university and now works in a large company in Shanghai, earning 20,000 yuan a month!" Second Sister Kang said to the elderly woman in the office who thought her hair was a little gray. The oldest, next in age to the man who was about to retire.

Sister Wang, who was praised, couldn't hide the smug look on her face, but she still had to be modest: "Oh, what's so good about Shanghai? It's so far away from home, and you only come back once a year. Your daughter is still filial, Married a good husband, started a company!"

Second Sister Kang also had obvious joy on her face, but she also had to pretend to be modest: "It's not as good as what you said, Sister Wang. Entrepreneurs are not easy to mess with these days... By the way, Xiao Zhang, your daughter did well in the college entrance examination this time, right?"

The topic just passed to another person so naturally.

Slightly younger than these two men, the woman who looked similar to Li Cuiyun smiled and said, "It's okay, I barely got into Xichuan University..." The smile and the words formed a paradox, which might be "Chinese style modesty".

Although Li Cuiyun did not participate in it, she listened to what they said.

Especially when Sister Zhang said that her daughter leaned on Xichuan.

She couldn't help but think of her son Zhou Yi. If he hadn't gone out to play football and had already taken the college entrance examination, what university could he rely on? With his usual academic performance, let alone Tsinghua and Peking University, it may be difficult for him to get into 211.

Thinking about it this way, maybe it would be better to play football?

But Li Cuiyun still has some regrets in her heart. She hopes that her son can rely on a good university to succeed in his studies, and he will be more successful than himself and his father in the future. When she was young, she also had ambitions and dreams. She wanted to make achievements in her work, and she even won the annual excellent employee of the unit once. But later, she encountered a huge blow in the process of going up, and now she is content with the status quo, and just wants to confess her son safely and smoothly.

So she pinned her dreams and hopes of getting ahead on Zhou Yi, hoping that he would be better than blue. Zhou Yi was indeed very smart when he was a child, and he was able to read and write before he went to school.

From elementary school to junior high school, their academic performance is also very outstanding, otherwise how can they rely on Qingyang No. 1 high school, which is the leading key middle school in the market?

But later, Zhou Yi's academic performance began to decline. Perhaps it was because there were too many good students in Qingyang No. 1 High School, so many that the top students from other schools were not worth mentioning here, which made Zhou Yi lose interest in continuing to study.

Maybe it's because he put too much energy into football, which made him not interested in studying...

Looking at it now, playing football can be regarded as a way out. Although he can't go to college and didn't even get a high school diploma in terms of academic qualifications, it is considered a success now, right? How many people in China know their son?

Even the Europeans are cheering for him.

Just as she was thinking, Li Cuiyun was touched on the arm.

"Hey, Xiao Li, Xiao Li."

When Li Cuiyun came back to her senses, she saw Second Sister Kang's round cake-like face.

"What's the matter, Sister Kang?" Li Cuiyun asked.

"How is your son doing in the exam? I haven't heard you talk about your son..." Second Sister Kang asked.

Li Cuiyun had just opened her mouth, and before she could make a sound, she heard Sister Zhang next to her say, "Oh, Sister Kang, don't you know? Xiao Li's son didn't take the college entrance examination?"

"Didn't participate?" Second Sister Kang had an exaggerated surprised expression, "What's going on?"

Li Cuiyun wanted to speak again, but she was preempted by Sister Zhang again: "It seems that I heard that I went to play football a while ago... Where did I go?" She frowned and thought for a long time, then shook her head and said, "I can't remember. gone."

"Playing football? Ouch..." Sister Kang sighed, "Now in China, what's the point of playing football? I, a person who doesn't watch football, know that our national team is rotten. Even South Korea and Japan Such a small country can’t win! Oh, Xiao Li, how can you let your son play football? Doesn’t he go to Qingyang No. 1 High School? That’s a key high school!”

Li Cuiyun didn't open her mouth this time, she was waiting for someone to "explain" for her.

Sure enough, Sister Zhang lived up to expectations: "Hey, Sister Kang, you can't say that. Qingyang High School also divides good students from bad students? Not all students from key high schools can rely on a good university. But... ..." At this point, she sighed. "Anyway, getting admitted to a university is more reliable than playing football. These days, it's hard to find a job without a college degree, Xiao Li. Are you in no hurry?"

Although these old women seem to be concerned about Li Cuiyun when they open and close their mouths, Li Cuiyun is not stupid, so naturally he can hear the guns and sticks in their words.

My daughter was admitted to a university in the 211 project, and I felt that I had a sense of superiority in front of the most hated people in the office.

"That's right, Xiao Li. We know your son likes to play football. But as parents, we have to check on our children. Those harmful hobbies must be eradicated resolutely! What's the use of playing football? You can play football." Can you make a lot of money? Will you be able to enter the hall of elegance? If this continues, your son will be ruined in this life..."

Before Sister Kang could finish her words, the only man in the corner of the office, the fifty-eight-year-old old Suntou, suddenly read: "...in a Bundesliga match last night Beijing time, our city The player Zhou Yi came off the bench and completed his debut in the Bundesliga, with one goal and one assist... After the game, the German media has always selected Zhou Yi as the best player on the spot. He won the best player as a substitute, Zhou Yi Zhou Yi's debut in the Bundesliga was perfect. The domestic media can't wait to give Zhou Yi the title of "Chinese Football Hope"..."

After reading this, he suddenly raised his volume, raised his head and looked at Li Cuiyun: "Hey, Xiao Li? Isn't this your son? Zhou Yi!"

His loud question was like a bolt from the blue exploding in the office. Everyone fell silent and turned to look at the old grandson.

Sister Zhang reacted the fastest, she quickly said: "Hey, old grandson, you can't talk nonsense, right? There are too many people with the same name and surname in the world..."

The old grandson picked up the newspaper, pointed to the newspaper and said, "'Zhou Yi, a player in our city', this is the Qingyang Daily!"

If the old grandson's last sentence was a bolt from the blue, then his current sentence is simply a blockbuster