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The next night, Zhao Yong came home from his busy schedule, with such a proud look in his eyes that he couldn't help but smile when he walked in.

Li Manjun was sitting on the sofa, turning on the desk lamp, and holding information about other rival bidding companies in his hand. He was looking at it when he heard a deliberate noise at the door. He raised his head and asked in confusion:

"why are you laughing?"

Zhao Yong didn't say anything, but asked: "Guess who we are having dinner with today?"

Li Manjun shook his head and said he didn't know.

Zhao Yong couldn't hold back and said, "Director Su."

"By the way, Lao Liang is here too. After dinner, he came to me and asked me where I could find a second-hand color TV. He asked me to help him get one. He said he would give me the money when the time came. He also asked me to ask you, what do you do? If you recycle it, you might get the lowest price.”

Speaking of this, Zhao Yong couldn't help but give Li Manjun a thumbs up. Director Liang was afraid of his wife, and he panicked when Wen Yufeng said it.

Therefore, some things have to be done by women, and their methods are very effective.

Li Manjun smiled and asked: "Then where can you get him a second-hand color TV?"

"I don't have any. The ones I collect are too damaged to be opened."

Moreover, even though people say second-hand is fine, they can’t just send a second-hand TV to me.

Of course Zhao Yong understood this and had already thought about it on the way here, "I just bought one for my office. I will buy a new one for myself and give the company's one to him."

Influenced by his wife's idea of ​​recycling, he still kept the packaging box of the TV, took it out, repacked it, and sent it directly to Xiaoguan.

He did what he said, and the next day Zhao Yong asked Xiaoguan to transport away the large color TV in his office that was used to support the facade.

Xiaoguanji was very thief and deliberately made the packaging dirty. Those who didn't know better thought it was a second-hand color TV bought for several hundred yuan.

Director Liang was extremely satisfied after receiving the goods. He immediately installed it in his bedroom. He no longer had to fight with his wife for the TV remote control and successfully achieved freedom of the press.

When the top was happy, the bottom felt better. Within a few days, Sun Haiyang told Zhao Yong: "The approval has been received."

"This old man, if things like this happen in the future, it's better to turn to Director Su." Zhao Yong reminded.

Sun Haiyang nodded, of course he knew.

The two looked at each other, and now the new project can start.

They want to establish a station on the southeast coastline to improve the efficiency between the two places.

As the number of sites increases, more manpower is needed, and it is not enough to call all the brothers on Zhao Yong's side.

Sun Haiyang said: "I have many relatives in my hometown, so I feel more comfortable doing things by myself. Everyone knows me. If there is a shortage of people, I will ask some people to come up and help."

The urgent need is for couriers. Zhao Yong, the manager between the sites, plans to send experienced old employees from Junda there. With the core in hand, these corner employees will be used as favors by Sun Haiyang.

Besides, he also arranged for many of his relatives to come over.

Li Dawei's status in Hongxing Village is very high now. When the village chief sees him, he shakes hands with him as if he were his own son, and insists on taking him to his house for dinner.

"Thanks to Mr. Zhao's arrangement, otherwise my boys wouldn't know where to work when they went to the city. Now it's good, we are all members of the family, and the members of the family work for the family members. Let your family, Mr. Zhao, rest assured. "

"If they don't do something well, just criticize and educate them!"

Li Dawei couldn't refuse the warm hospitality, so he could only go to the next one after drinking. As long as he returned to his hometown, he would never have to worry about food.

Li Manjun reminded Zhao Yong that this kind of network that relies on relatives and relationships is indeed effective in its initial development, but it will have huge potential risks.

Zhao Yong frowned and told her not to worry too much about the future, "The current situation is not as clean and pure as you think. There are relationships everywhere."

It doesn't matter, it's hard to move even an inch.

He and Sun Haiyang could have advertised in the newspaper to recruit a large number of site employees, but since they are not related to you and have no interest in them, who cares whether your site is running well or not?

On this point, Li Manjun had to admit that Zhao Yong was right.

At least for now, there is no better way than this.

"I know you are worried about Junda. I actually agree with your programmed management, but haven't you tried this? It's really good when there are few people, but when there are more people, there are more people who are disobedient."

Therefore, sometimes it is not as useful as relationship.

After all, at least he doesn't have to worry about betrayal.

Everyone comes from the same place and is from the same village or neighboring villages and towns. They know each other, which is actually a different kind of supervision.

Li Manjun sighed, "Okay, you know your major better than I do, so I, a layman, won't say much."

"Don't be angry." Zhao Yong looked at her anxiously.

Li Manjun said with a smile: "Why should I be angry? I can rest assured that you know what's going on."

She was just worried that he didn't know the consequences of doing so, so she reminded him.

Now that she knew that he knew it clearly, she wasn't so worried anymore.

Seeing that she was really not angry, Zhao Yong smiled and sat down next to her.

"There's another thing I didn't tell you. Not many of your relatives in your hometown have ever gone to school. They only need to know a few numbers. Even if I put the regulations to be followed in front of them, they won't even look at them. .”

"So, this is the situation. The programmed management you mentioned is in charge of you intellectuals."

For them, brotherhood is more efficient.

Li Manjun looked the man in front of him up and down and said, "You're still doing the same thing."

"Of course. Although I haven't gone to school, I can still read." Zhao Yong said seductively.

Li Manjun suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen him reciting words at home for a long time, and asked doubtfully: "Can you still attend the English cram school?"

Zhao Yong looked stunned, bent down to pick up the remote control, turned on the TV and watched the news, "The foreign teacher has returned to China."

"That means you didn't continue to study?" Li Manjun asked: "You have been studying for a long time. What level are you at now? Do you want me to help you practice?"

"It's okay, I have a copy, just take it out and read it when you need it." Zhao Yong laughed, trying to get through.

God knows how difficult it is to memorize words. His brain may be really getting older and not working very well.

Li Manjun got up and went to get the supplementary materials distributed by the English cram school. She knew exactly where Zhao Yong's things were placed. She found them as soon as she entered the study and took them out. The couple sat on the sofa and started practicing after turning to the first page.

Zhao Yong's heart was pounding, he raised his hands in surrender, and confessed: "I haven't reviewed it for a long time, I forgot."

As he said that, he took out the notebook that he had thrown away casually in the document bag, and the outer cover of the paper was already yellowed.

Li Manjun was curious and went up to take a look. They were all Chinese transliterations.

"No wonder, I said your pitch has always been weird." It turns out that all you said was in Chinese!

Zhao Yong smiled awkwardly and sat stiffly, like a poor student waiting for criticism from the teacher.