Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Zhou Xiaohua still saw Song Yunuan.

She jumped up and down to greet her.

She seemed to have something to say.

Song Yunuan did not leave. She came with her grandmother, who was now the general commander.

The old lady did not go to help, but stood aside with her hands behind her back like a leader.

Her eyes looked very stern.

The other girl had a round face, always smiling, and had a good temper. The two girls were also capable.

This was upstairs, all women's clothing and women's things.

There was also a counter specializing in accessories and cosmetics for girls.

The upstairs was like a miniature department store.

Another clerk was hired downstairs.

They also sold department stores.

Just now on the way, Old Lady Song secretly told Song Yunuan that this small department store had a monthly revenue of about 3,000 yuan.

When she said this, her voice was full of excitement.

She also told Song Yunuan that the family next to Ji Lao's house was planning to sell a house.

That area was all bungalows, but they were heated, so Old Lady Song chose that place.

She was going to buy the house.

In fact, the sale of houses had been around for a long time.

It was all managed by the Housing Management Office.

The house next to Mr. Ji was also quite large, with yards in front and back, and a wall made of red bricks.

This place was called Songshu Hutong because there were the most pine trees.

Old Lady Song didn't know what Zhou Xiaohua was going to say to Xiaonuan, but it was nothing more than work experience and study.

Old Lady Song said to Song Yunuan, "Wait for me here, I'll go to your house and take a look."

After Old Lady Song left, Zhou Xiaohua's work came to an end. She asked Yuan Yun to take care of himself, and she wanted to talk to Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan glanced at Yuan Yun, who didn't seem surprised, which meant he knew what Zhou Xiaohua was going to say to him.

Song Yunuan smiled and asked her to say it.

Zhou Xiaohua said: "... In the past few days, people have been asking me that our Zhilan Garment Factory is going to become a state-owned factory, and asked if we want to recruit workers here. Some people also said that state-owned and private enterprises are different. Private enterprises are capitalists and will not last long in the future... I just want to know if we will change. I feel that the current situation is pretty good." Song Yu Nuan and Song Liang really discussed this issue. In the end, they decided to maintain the status quo. Employees actually like the state-owned factory. Becoming a state-owned worker is more prestigious than an individual, and it also has a stable job. The state provides pensions and retirement. But if it becomes a state-owned factory, it means that there must be a complete leadership team, not the current makeshift team. Now it's okay, everything is going according to Song Yu Nuan's plan. But what if? What if she doesn't have time to take care of it in the future. Moreover, in another ten years, it will basically enter the 1990s when layoffs and buyouts are in place. It's OK if the factory is profitable, but if it's not, it will face bankruptcy and eventually be contracted out to individuals. The workers will be laid off and have to make a living on their own and pay their own pensions.

So, if that day really comes, looking at the present, it will be a waste of effort.

Song Yunuan said to Zhou Xiaohua: "It is currently a village-run enterprise, which is different from a state-owned enterprise, but you and the state-owned workers have the same welfare benefits."

Zhou Xiaohua nodded vigorously.

The next thing to talk about is her study.

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On the day of the Little New Year in the north, Mrs. Song bought the house next door.

Then she started to clean up. The other party lived very cleanly, so she cleaned up the doors and windows.

Mrs. Song said that she would have a place to live in the city in the future.

But Mrs. Song told her family that the house was written in Xiaonuan's name, so they should not worry about it.

Song Yunuan felt that Mrs. Song might think that it was already great for her to buy a house in the county town at present.

She probably didn't plan to buy a second one.

But it's hard to say.

The New Year is coming soon.

Erdaohe Village was much more lively than in previous years.

Chu Zizhou also took the train back to Beidu the day after Song Ting returned.

On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, Song Yunuan heard a piece of news from the radio, that is, the volcano in the West Canyon of Country X, which had been silent for many years, suddenly erupted.

Because the news did not mention casualties, Song Yunuan did not know whether Jemke's father had any accident.

She called Xia Bowen and asked him to help her pay attention.

But Xia Bowen did not expect that Xiao Nuan could still contact him.

He agreed and asked her immediately.

Jemke traveled day and night, but still did not catch up with his father's car.

When he arrived at a small town, he looked in the distance. Even though the distance was far, he could still see that the sky, which should have been blue, was now overcast and full of dust in the air.

Pedestrians hurriedly wore masks and scarves.

People from TV stations, newspapers, and rescue teams all headed towards the West Canyon.

The volcano erupted.

Fortunately, there were no villages or towns nearby.

But Jemke knew that the climbing team was climbing in the West Canyon.

If the volcano erupted, if they were close, he might not even be able to find his father's body.

They would all turn to ashes.

There were roadblocks ahead, and no one was allowed to move forward.

Jemke's eyes were red, and his hand was tightly holding the mobile phone. He dialed many times but there was no signal.

This place was very remote.

The communication network equipment could not keep up in time, so the mobile phone in his hand was of little use.

But I heard that Longguo has also developed one that is smaller, lighter and has better call quality than this one.

If I had that, would I be able to contact my father?

Jemke clutched the phone in his hand tightly.

He has just arrived in this town.

But I can't go any further.

The tall Jemke stood beside the road station, tears streaming down his face unknowingly.

But at this moment, he heard a familiar, trembling voice behind him.

"Jemke..."

Jemke was shocked when he heard this voice.

Then he turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction behind him in disbelief.

Not far away, he saw his father, Hans.

Jemke kept blinking, thinking he was dreaming or seeing his father's soul.

He stood there without moving, fearing that his father would be blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye.

Hans knew that his son was shocked.

He ran forward with long strides. Then he held his son tightly in his arms.

"Jemke, thank you, thank you for your persistence, and thank you to your friend Miss Song.

I sincerely apologize to you for what I said that day. Apologize to Miss Song, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disbelieved you..."

Hans looked at the hazy sky. The environment here was really bad, the air was not good, and he would cough after saying a few words.

But this is the best result, because he is still alive.

He stopped here before he reached his destination.

Because he called home, he learned that Jemke drove out secretly to chase him.

I was so angry at the time.

But now I can only feel happy.

Hans trembled all over when he thought of this. There were thirty-nine people in his climbing team, and now he was the only one left...

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