Chapter 150: Gratitude

Iron rice bowl, but Wang Meimei's dream pursuit of life.

Her biggest wish in this life is to be able to enter the transformer factory and become a regular worker with an iron rice bowl like Gu Chunmei.

Speaking of Gu Chunmei, Wang Meimei was angry to death.

Just because she was literate and had a beginning of Chinese, she was sent out by the transformer factory to study, and after completing this study, she was a skilled worker who came back with a layer of gold.

I heard that the salary is going to be doubled.

Thinking of this, Wang Meili gritted her teeth and said to Sister Zhou, "Cheng, I'll go back and find a way." ”

"You need to hurry, you know how many people are staring at this seat right now." Sister Zhou said with a look of good for you.

Wang Meili hurriedly went to find a way, and Gu Lingling smiled unkindly when she heard the news.

The reason why Grandpa Yao helped get Wang Meili to the transformer factory was to use this temporary worker to hang her all the time, and Gu Lingling knew Wang Meili's lifelong wish.

So she is like hanging a carrot in front of the nose of a donkey, and she wants to use this temporary worker to hang Wang Meili.

As long as Yao Zhenjiang is still around, as long as Wang Shuisheng has always been the director of the transformer factory, Wang Meili, a temporary worker, will not be able to become a regular worker.

As for Wang Shuisheng who is not the factory director later, it doesn't matter if Wang Meili wants to become a regular at that time.

Because it won't take many more years, what iron rice bowl and big pot rice will be broken, which is better than the collapse of state-owned enterprises one after another.

As far as she knew, not long before she died, their transformer factory here also went out of business.

And those workers who stayed in the factory to eat iron rice bowls have also been laid off.

"Imp elves." Grandma Yao scratched her granddaughter's nose, "Wang Meili is going to bleed a lot this time." ”

And so much more.

The director Gu Lingling also knew him, unless Wang Meili could buy good wine on the black market, his words would not be in his eyes at all.

Zhao Sien was on the side to help Grandma Yao divide the line, looking up and grinning.

Since the little girl lived at Grandma Yao's house, her smile has gradually increased.

"Come, grandma measure the size of my family." Grandma Yao stood up and took Zhao Sien's hand and asked her to stretch it out.

"This ...... Are you going to do it for me? Zhao Sien was directly stunned.

She never thought that the yarn she helped wrap turned out to be Grandma Yao's helping to knit a sweater.

Although these threads were picked up by Grandma Yao a few days ago when the department store processed a batch of defective wool, it also cost a lot of money.

And Gu Lingling didn't have it.

"No...... Grandma, I can't ask for this. Zhao Sien shook his head anxiously.

"This child," Grandma Yao became more and more distressed, "This wool doesn't have much money, you Sister Lingling have them." ”

Gu Lingling was newly knitted this year, and Grandma Yao wanted to knit it for her before, but at that time she was awkward and didn't want it at all.

Zhao Sien's tears fell down.

These days in the Yao family are the happiest days in her life.

In the past, in the Zhao family, the conditions were very good in all aspects, but her parents were busy with their careers all day long, and she and her brother couldn't play together because of the age difference.

Her material life is good, but she is always unhappy.

No one would want to spend so much time knitting a sweater for her.

Zhao Sien turned his head and ran into the room crying, and Yao Jingsong came back from outside and said, "Gu Lingling, did you bully her?" ”

Gu Lingling glanced at him, and he didn't want to deal with this second goods at all.

"Where have you been? Look at this mess. Grandma Yao frowned and stretched out a hand to twist the ear of the second goods, "Did you fight with someone again?" ”

"Milk, I'm your own grandson, tap ...... Tap it. ”

Seeing the scene of Yao's grandmother chasing and beating Yao Jingsong in the yard, Zhao Sien smiled sweetly with tears on his face.

She couldn't help but look at the sky, she believed that somewhere, her relatives were also bravely persevering with hope.

Let's live, let's live well.