Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 227 It’s delicious to rely on dad to eat

Since the last time I had a meal at Lao Mo.

She and Yang Jun were like old friends who had known each other for many years, and they joked when they met.

"Tomorrow I will host a few tables at home and invite you, a great benefactor, to come over for a drink. I wonder if you will appreciate my favor?"

Yang Jun was relatively close to her and could vaguely smell her breath. It may be that her breath was disordered, which caused her face to turn red. Her originally fair skin became more rounded now.

"Well... there's no need to eat. I can't ask for leave here."

Qian Jiajia tilted her head and rolled her eyes twice before deciding not to attend the banquet.

"Don't worry, I won't accept gifts when eating. Please think about it again." Yang Jun teased.

"roll……"

Qian Jiajia rolled her eyes in anger and waved her red fist to demonstrate to Yang Jun.

"Is my sister short of money? What my sister is short of is time."

"If I ask you to give Lao Mo a hard time now, do you have time?" Yang Jun took a step forward and said with a smile.

"It must be there, but..." Qian Jiajia paused and continued: "But I don't want to use this favor for food. Can you do me a small favor?"

After Qian Jiajia finished speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment.

When she does this, she always feels like a villain trying to repay a favor.

"It's okay, you talk."

Qian Jiajia was stunned. She didn't expect Yang Jun to agree so happily.

"You didn't ask me what I asked you to do, and you just agreed?"

Yang Jun spread his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "As long as you don't ask me to change my wife, I can agree to anything else."

Hearing this, Qian Jiajia waved her little fist and said angrily: "I find that you are becoming more and more dishonest. Do you think I have any plans for you?"

"Hey, look what you said, a rare species like me shouldn't give you a vaccination in advance?" Yang Jun said narcissistically.

"roll……"

Qian Jiajia was so angry that she chased him and beat him.

"That lesbian, please pay attention to military appearance and discipline."

While the two were having fun, the guard standing guard at the door shouted at them.

"Yes, Comrade Guard."

Qian Jiajia immediately stopped fighting and saluted the veteran.

Even though Qian Jiajia had a higher position than him, she couldn't help but feel annoyed when faced with the guards' accusations. Instead, she returned the military salute to express her gratitude.

Qian Jiajia is wearing a military uniform, and every move she makes represents the honor of the military. Especially the phenomenon of laughing and playing at the entrance of the art troupe is a discredit to the military.

Qian Jiajia was born in a military family and had the words "military honor" engraved in her bones. After being reminded by the guard, she immediately realized her mistake and sincerely apologized.

"Let's go. If you have anything to ask me for help, let's talk while eating."

Yang Jun straightened his face and said to Qian Jiajia.

"Old Mo?" Qian Jiajia's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"necessary."

Yang Jun drove her to Lao Mo for dinner.

This girl likes sweets, so she ordered two sweets and a medium-rare lamb chop.

Yang Jun still had the smell of Jia Zhang's family on his body, and he didn't have much appetite at the moment, but in order to take care of Qian Jiajia's face, he still ordered a pasta.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?"

Yang Jun asked when he saw that the meal was almost done.

"Then... forget it." Qian Jiajia took the last bite of steak, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said a little embarrassedly.

"Don't bother me. Do you think I'm unwilling to help or that I can't help you?" Yang Jun became anxious upon hearing this.

Qian Jiajia helped his sister become an art soldier. This was a very big favor, and it was not something that could be solved by treating her to a few meals.

Artistic soldiers are different from other soldiers. They are very popular. Not only are they paid well, but they can also learn many skills, such as singing, dancing, musical instruments, and talent shows.

Although both art soldiers and ordinary soldiers need to participate in training, the advantage is that they don't have to carry a gun to fight. The most important thing is that they can be at the headquarters of the Forty-Nine City Art Troupe, and it is relatively close to home. During holidays, they can go home to visit.

Qian Jiajia's nose straightened up, her eyes rolled around, she glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid you'll be in trouble."

"I've approached my dad and even several uncles in the yard about this matter, but they can't do anything."

"Hey, hey, you can't say that. I'm indeed not as good as the leaders in terms of official position and connections, but what's the point? For example, you need to arrange for two people to go into the factory to recruit people for you and get some food and supplies. …”

"Wait a minute, you just said you can get grain and non-staple food?"

Before Yang Jun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qian Jiajia. She grabbed Yang Jun's hand and asked.

"Oh, I'm the best at this. It's a trivial matter, and it's all on me, but..."

Yang Jun said this and carefully pulled out his hand.

"Let's talk about it, can you please stop taking action?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he felt relieved.

He is the best at this, and food and other supplies are a piece of cake for him. "Can you really get food?" Qian Jiajia didn't feel dissatisfied and asked again.

"Yes, as long as the amount is not too big, it's no problem." After Yang Jun finished speaking, he looked at everyone around him, then leaned over and asked in a low voice: "How much do you want?"

"A pig." Qian Jiajia raised a finger.

"What? A pig?"

Yang Jun's mouth was so open that he thought Qian Jiajia would open his mouth like a lion, but he didn't expect that it took him a long time to get a pig.

"Is...isn't it too embarrassing?" Qian Jiajia's face turned red. She thought it was too much and it would be a bit difficult for Yang Jun.

Yang Jun shrugged, leaned back on my chair, lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke, and said quietly,
"It's a bit difficult. I usually start at [-] pounds."

"what?"

Yang Jun looked at Qian Jiajia's open-mouthed boss and smiled: "If you have investigated me carefully, you should know that a few years ago, I brought [-] kilograms of grain and [-] kilograms of pork to the steel rolling mill. What does a mere pig mean to us?"

"Just two days ago, I bought nearly [-] kilograms of wild boar for the steel rolling mill. Can you tell me what you're doing?"

Yang Jun could guess at this time why the leaders didn't help Qian Jiajia.

Logically speaking, getting a pig is a matter of opening their mouths for them, but why are they unwilling to help?

Speaking of which, it all started with Yang Jun.

Years ago, he invested nearly [-] million kilograms of grain in the suburbs, which attracted the attention of the superiors. During that time, everyone was in danger and everyone was wiping their own butts. This matter did not last long, and who was willing to take risks at this time.

"You're right. Things that the leaders can't handle won't matter to you. That's it. When can you send me the pig?"

Qian Jiajia's brows relaxed and she seemed to be in a very happy mood, finally settling the matter.

"Don't worry, you haven't told me what you want the pig for." Yang Jun knocked on the table.

"What do you want a pig for? Of course it's for eating. Could it be that I keep it as a pet?" Qian Jiajia curled her lips and looked at Yang Jun with contempt and was speechless.

"Are you short of words? Don't tell me that you did it for your company?"

The black line on Yang Jun's forehead, and being suspected of having an IQ really hit him hard.

"Hey, you really guessed it right, I did it for the unit."

"Your unit is short of this? Is it your little girl's turn to do it?"

Yang Jun suspected that this girl wanted the pig for some other purpose.

Qian Jiajia opened her mouth, opened and closed her lips slightly several times, and pointed at Yang Jun speechlessly.

"I really don't know how you, the deputy director in charge of logistics, became the deputy director of logistics. Don't you know how scarce food is now? We haven't seen meat in our unit for almost three months, and the meal subsidy in the canteen has been reduced by two points. , even my family has a hard time eating one meal of meat a week.”

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this.

As Qian Jiajia said, ever since he became the deputy factory director in charge of logistics, deputy director Liu Feng has been basically in charge of all major and minor matters, especially the food and drink in the canteen, where he has less involvement.

No wonder Director Tang in the cafeteria was so pale that day that he wanted to keep those two big wild boars.

At first he didn't believe it, but after Qian Jiajia's reminder, he realized that the food in the cafeteria was indeed not as good as before in recent times.

Although he doesn't eat in the big canteen, every time he passes by the canteen hall, he can always hear employees complaining that the food is getting worse and worse.

Yang Jun was deep in thought, trying hard to recall the history of this period and thinking about the major events that happened at home and abroad.

In the past few years, in order to pay off the debts of Lao Maozi, people across the country have tightened their belts and lived a hard life for many years. There is also a large surplus of labor force in various cities, and many educated young people have no jobs. Therefore, urban survival is faced with many challenges. A lot of pressure.

Due to the reduction in food production and the increase in population, many cities cannot supply sufficient food, and major units have lowered their food standards.

As for why the steel rolling mill hasn't lowered its food standards yet, it's probably because the batch of grain he got years ago played a role. Yang Jun guessed that it won't be long before the steel rolling mill will also lower its food standards.

He had a high salary, had space to support him, never lacked food or clothing, and was slow to perceive changes in the outside world. Therefore, when Qian Jiajia scratched the workplace food, he felt incredible.

"The logistics officer in our unit has retired from the army, and there happens to be a vacancy. I also want to improve, otherwise I won't be asking for help from you."

Qian Jiajia saw that Yang Jun was deep in thought and was silent, so she simply spoke clearly.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and looked at him speechlessly.

If you want to make progress, isn't it just a matter of Uncle Qian's words?

Why bother.

However, think about it too.

If he doesn't make some achievements, Uncle Qian won't be able to talk about it.

"Hey, don't think blindly. This matter has nothing to do with my dad. I just want to do things based on my own ability."

Qian Jiajia seemed to see what Yang Jun was thinking and hurriedly explained.

"What are you trying to explain? I didn't think so."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and teased: "But, I think it's quite fun to rely on dad to make a living."

"Get out of here, I won't bother you anymore." Qian Jiajia's face darkened, and she threatened with her fist shaking.

"Okay, why don't you tell me? I will send you a pig the day after tomorrow. Just in time, my sister will be able to eat pork on the first day she joins the army."

Yang Jun quickly begged for mercy.

"You are quite calculating." Qian Jiajia said contemptuously.

(End of this chapter)