Volume 1 Chapter 29 Downhill Momentum? Worry-free

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  It is said that Peng Yuanzheng will return home for dinner, Ma Zibian no longer takes care of him, and casually asks where his family lives.

  On his way home, Peng Yuanzheng sorted out the various threads of his first day at work and made a basic judgment about several people in the small environment of the news department.

  Department Head Gong Hanlin, middle-aged, with a calm and reserved personality, belongs to the kind of cautious and meticulous petty official commonly seen in government agencies. This type of person is relatively selfish but doesn't have any malicious intentions to harm others.

  Deputy Director Sun Ping, a woman in her thirties with no work ability and no quality upbringing, typical petty bourgeois mentality, arrogant and ignorant, shallow. This kind of person can't be offended, once provoked, they will entangle you endlessly.

  Officer Ma Zi is under 30 years old and belongs to the older youth. Currently, he is considering the problem of starting a family and career. He has a lively and outgoing personality, but lacks depth in his thinking.

  Section member Wang Na has a strong sense of vanity, her mind is not on work, she is enthusiastic about socializing and attaches great importance to benefits. Most of the flower vases in the organization are like this.

  After this sorting, Peng Yuanzheng quickly determined his strategy for getting along with others in the Propaganda Department's News Division: respect Gong Hanlin, win over and make friends with Ma Zi, keep a distance from Wang Na, and treat Sun Ping with a mixture of respect and reserve.

  Back home, his mother Meng Lin had already prepared three delicious dishes for him. One was braised eggplant in soy sauce, which Peng Yuanzheng loved to eat, another was red-braised green beans, and the third was clear stewed pork ribs. For the Peng family, such a sumptuous feast was rarely seen unless it was during Chinese New Year or other festivals.

  "Mom, you're making so many dishes, it's such a waste! Hehe, we can't finish that much for lunch either." Peng Yuanzheng chuckled and sat on the sofa, just about to pick up his chopsticks, but was stopped by his mother. "Go wash your hands first!"

  Peng Yuanzheng carelessly picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in his mouth to gnaw on, only then did he go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

  Meng Lin gazed at her son's back with a mixture of relief and amusement, scolding him with a smile, "Not paying attention to hygiene, aren't you afraid of getting sick from eating that?"

  "By the way, expedition, first day of work, how does it feel? Is the environment okay?" Meng Lin asked again, this was her most concern.

  One morning, although she was working in the factory, her mind was full of worries about her son's work. She worried that he wouldn't adapt to the official environment and would be bullied; then she felt happy that her son had finally made a good start, and in the future, when he got married and started his own business, she would have done justice to his deceased father.

  Meng Lin was entangled in gains and losses for a whole morning, and before the end of work hours, she sneaked to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and went home to cook.

  "Not bad, there are four people in the dorm, oh, plus me makes five, and they're all pretty good." Peng Yuanzheng casually wiped his face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

  "After all, we are newcomers. As long as we are a bit clever in our daily lives, do things quickly and have good manners when interacting with others, there shouldn't be any problems."

  Peng Yuanzheng smiled and sat down, "Mom, you eat too."

  Meng Lin smiled and sat down as requested, but although she was sitting beside him, she didn't move her chopsticks. Instead, she quietly watched her son eat, with a warm and joyful gaze in her eyes.

  Peng Yuanzheng looked up and gazed at his mother, seeing that the corners of her eyes, which had never been made up, were becoming increasingly clear, and a few strands of white hair were also visible on her temples. He couldn't help but feel a pang in his nose: all these years, his mother had really lived a very hard life.

  A woman raises a child, supports a family, and provides for her son to finish university and start working. In the process, she has endured countless hardships, suffered numerous grievances, and tolerated many cold eyes from the world, which cannot be described in words.

  Peng Yuanzheng immediately turned his head away, and his tears almost flowed out.

  From today on, let mother have a comfortable and happy life, and spend the rest of her life in peace. Peng Yuanzheng made a silent vow in his heart that he would do his best to make up for the great sacrifices his mother had made for him and this family.

  Meng Lin did not notice the change in her son's emotions. For the past two days, a great happiness and satisfaction had surrounded her. As long as her son could have a good future and live without worries, what more could she ask for?

  After finishing dinner, just as Peng Yuanzheng was about to leave for work, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked tentatively, "Mom, you're old enough now, I'm working too, why don't you retire and stay home to enjoy your life?"

  Meng Lin is 45 years old this year. According to the system of Xin'an Machinery Factory, she can retire internally. However, the internal retirement of the machinery factory is not a one-size-fits-all solution, it depends on personal willingness. If you are not willing, you can continue to work. Female employees can work until they are 50 years old at the latest.

  Mom shook her head, "I'm not old, my job isn't tiring, I want to continue working. If I retire internally, I'll lose 100 yuan every month, it's not worth it. You still need to get married and have a family in the future, mom needs to save some money for you."

  Peng Yuanzheng knew that it was pointless to say anything more, as his mother's temperament would never allow her to back down. He let out a helpless sigh and stopped talking, pushing the door open and walking out.

  Just as I sat down in the office, Ma Zi and Gong Hanlin entered one after another. Before long, Wang Na rushed in from outside, panting and sat down on the chair, holding her chest with a smile, "Fortunately, I didn't arrive late!"

  Gong Hanlin smiled and lowered his head to read the newspaper.

  Ma took a deep sniff and pretended to be surprised, saying "Wang Na, you've been drinking again? The revolutionary wine is available every day, not bad for a small life."

  Wang Na glared at Ma Ziyi and muttered, "Mind your own business!"

  Ma squeezed his eyebrows and eyes at Peng Yuanzheng, got up and went to the bathroom, and when passing by Peng Yuanzheng's table, he gently patted the surface of his desk.

  Peng Yuanzheng stood up and followed him out with a willing heart.

  In the bathroom, two people stood side by side and finished urinating. Ma then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, "Smoke one?"

  Peng Yuanzheng hastily pulled out a pack of fine red plums he had specially prepared and handed it over, "Ma Ge, have one of mine!"

  Ma smiled and said, "Good cigarette! Come on, have a drag!"

  Two people smoked a cigarette together, and after finishing one cigarette, they felt much closer.

  The two men walked towards the office, and as they approached the door, Ma turned his head back to pat Peng Yuanzheng's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Younger brother, don't smoke in the office from now on. That old lady has a lot of quirks, let her shout and you can't handle it as a new comrade."

  "Uh-huh, I see." Peng Yuanzheng nodded, knowing that Ma Zixiang was referring to Sun Ping.

  As soon as he entered the door, Peng Yuanzheng found that Sun Ping was already sitting in a chair knitting. She looked up and glanced at Peng Yuanzheng, suddenly saying, "Old Gong, the draft about the development of the tertiary industry in the city arranged by the department leader yesterday, let's have Xiao Peng try to practice his writing skills, on the one hand to exercise and understand the work of the Science and Technology Bureau, and on the other hand to see his basic writing skills."

  Gong Hanlin's eyebrows furrowed slightly upon hearing this. This manuscript was assigned by the department and Gong Hanlin had handed it over to Sun Ping. But unexpectedly, she suggested letting Peng Yuanzheng write it instead.

  It doesn't matter to write a draft, after all, it's a new person, and whether the writing is good or bad can be understood. But what kind of draft should be looked at? If it's that kind of general small draft or report, let Peng Yuanzheng try it out if he dares. However, this draft is a major material for the municipal party committee and government to trumpet the strategic idea of "prospering the third industry development". Is it intentional to make things difficult for newcomers to write such big things?

  In Gong Hanlin's view, let alone Peng Yuanzhen, even Ma Ziyun couldn't write well.

  Ke Sunping is after all the deputy director, she said it publicly, and Gong Hanlin couldn't immediately refute her. He just smiled and said, "No harm in trying, but Old Sun, Comrade Xiao Peng is not familiar with the situation after all, so you'll have to be responsible for reviewing this material in the end!"

  Sun Ping smiled faintly, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but who isn't starting from the first time? Little Peng, this is some data and documents I've collected about the tertiary industry in our city. Take a look, digest the materials first, then start writing. I'll give you two days, hand it over to me by Thursday morning."

  "Oh, I see, Director Sun." Peng Yuanzheng responded with a sound, walked over and took a stack of documents from Sun Ping. In his heart, he secretly sneered: Is this the legendary "first shot" after taking office?

  "Shall we go, Old Gong? Let's go to the meeting?" With that, Sun Ping stood up, picked up her notebook and pen, and walked out.

  Gong Hanlin also left, Ma Zicai frowned and rushed to Peng Yuanzheng, saying, "These old ladies are really sick, brother, you just came, two eyes black, how can you do this kind of big material, obviously bullying people!"

  Wang Na couldn't help but smile a little smugly and continued to fiddle with her pager.