classifiedscript Chapter 119 I have a shield in front of me!
Chapter 119 I have a shield in front of me!
Chapter 119 I have a shield in front of me!
The three of them went down the stairs to the first floor.
Old Lin was in front, Yu Huan was behind, and Lin Yourong was in the middle.
It was rush hour, and the stairwell was teeming with people. The noise filled the space, and every now and then someone would recognize Old Lin and greet him.
Old Lin smiled and responded to every question.
Finally arriving on the first floor, I went out of the stairwell and headed straight for the cafeteria.
The air was filled with the aromas of various dishes, which tantalized the taste buds and made Yu Huan, whose stomach was empty, salivate. She couldn't help but swallow.
Without realizing it, she made eye contact with Zhao Yuan, who was sitting and eating rice.
This guy had two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes on his plate, and he had already eaten most of them. He looked at me with a nervous expression.
Yu Huan paced back and forth, subtly withdrawing her gaze.
Zhao Yuan glanced at Lao Lin, who was walking at the front, and then at Lin Yourong in the middle.
He immediately fell into deep thought, his mind racing with various imaginings.
He opened his mouth slightly, forgetting to chew his food, looking like a silly, clueless fool.
The three of them filed in and arrived at the cafeteria's food pick-up area.
Old Lin took the lead and smiled at the cafeteria auntie he had met a few days ago, saying, "Swipe three times, my daughter is here, and I'll treat Xiao Yu to a meal."
"Director Lin!" The cafeteria lady greeted Old Lin first, then called out to Yu Huan behind him, "Director Yu!"
Yu Huan had already corrected him, but the cafeteria lady insisted on calling him that, so there was nothing she could do.
He smiled shyly, turned around and handed a plate to Lin Yourong, leading her to pick up some food.
The cafeteria lady glanced at Lin Yourong.
The girl was wearing a hat and a mask, so you couldn't see her face at all. All you could say was, "Wow, Director Lin, your daughter is really tall!"
Old Lin said with a smile, "Children these days are generally taller than the previous generation."
The cafeteria lady operated the fingerprint machine for a bit and then joked, "Director Lin, are you introducing your daughter to Director Yu? That's perfect! Director Yu is young, promising, tall, and handsome!"
Does it need further explanation?
They've already gotten their marriage certificate!
Unexpectedly, Old Lin nodded seriously, leaned forward, and whispered, "Is room number two unoccupied? I'd like to find a quiet place so they can have a proper chat."
The cafeteria lady glanced at the two people picking food at the window, her cheeks trembling slightly with a smile, and quickly said, "No, no, I'll call right away and ask Sister Jia to open the door for you."
As the boss, Lao Lin actually had the cafeteria manager's phone number, but upon hearing this, he politely said, "Then I'll trouble you."
Not a moment.
The three of them moved to a small private room.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Sister Jia, the cafeteria manager, Lao Lin locked the door behind him.
The space, just over ten square meters, has a large round table in the center, surrounded by high-backed wooden chairs, enough to seat seven or eight people.
Because of the low winter temperatures, the chairs all have cushions.
A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, emitting a soft yet bright light that illuminates the entire private room as if it were daytime.
Old Lin looked back.
Yu Huan and Lin Yourong sat side by side with their backs to the door, shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot, an indescribable warmth between them.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly and took a step forward.
Lin Yourong looked down at the dishes on her plate, which she had arranged neatly. To avoid waste, she only took a little of each dish.
"Three meat dishes and three vegetable dishes. Although it's a large pot of food, it looks pretty good."
talking.
She picked up a piece of shredded green pepper and pork with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly as she commented, "It's alright."
"The cafeteria doesn't serve fancy dishes, just ordinary home-style cooking." After sitting down next to Lin Yourong, Old Lin picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of rice, and looked up at her to ask, "Yourong, how many days are you planning to stay?"
"I have to leave tomorrow at noon."
Her answer immediately surprised Yu Huan. The braised chicken piece he had put in his mouth was almost stuck in his throat after he had chewed it thoroughly, making him exclaim, "Huh?"
Old Lin also looked surprised. He turned to look at Lin Yourong and said, "You just got back this afternoon, why are you going to Shanghai so soon?"
During a casual chat over tea, Lin Yourong mentioned that the album recording was almost finished. Old Lin had assumed that she would stay for a few days this time.
Of course, it wasn't for his elderly father's sake; he was well aware of that.
After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Yu Huan swallowed the piece of braised chicken stuck in her throat and couldn't wait to ask, "Didn't you say the recording work was almost done? Aren't you going to stay a few more days?"
"I have other things to do! I have a studio shoot scheduled for tomorrow, to make the music video cover, and it will all be needed for pre-production promotion. My schedule is already set for both places, so I can't just stand them up." Lin Yourong's tone was a bit helpless. After speaking, she picked up a piece of cucumber with minced garlic and put it in her mouth.
Old Lin chuckled and joked, "Speaking of which, you two fly back and forth every week, the airfare alone must be a huge expense."
Lin Yourong suddenly raised her head and said firmly, "That's why I have to make money."
"That's why I need to work even harder to make money," Yu Huan said firmly.
Hearing this, Old Lin leaned forward, looked past his daughter, and said to Yu Huan, "Little Yu, don't think about making money. Just do your job well." Yu Huan raised her left hand and touched her nose, without arguing further.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
The bags your daughter carries are all Hermès, each costing at least tens of thousands of yuan.
Are you sure you can afford to support yourself just by doing your job well at the newspaper?
He doesn't want to actually become a gigolo.
We still have to go into business to make money!
The era when daring to take risks could lead to wealth is over. Now, it's all about who can ride the wave of the times.
Yu Huan happened to know the exact location of these emerging trends.
Compared to struggling within the system, wouldn't it be better to sit back and relax while riding the wave of opportunity?
All three of them lowered their eyes and ate their rice in silence, their thoughts seemingly drifting far, far away.
After finishing his plate, Lao Lin put down his chopsticks, suddenly turned his head to Yu Huan and said, "Little Yu, the announcement of my appointment as editor-in-chief should be released next Monday."
"what?"
"what?"
Two surprised voices rang out one after the other.
The one in front was really surprising.
Yu Huan was simply echoing Lin Yourong.
Old Lin withdrew his gaze slightly, looked at his daughter, and teased, "You never call or chat with your dad, nor do you talk to your mom about me. You didn't even know your dad was going to become a department-level cadre."
The words fell.
Lin Yourong caught the key point in the first two paragraphs: "Dad, why didn't I talk about you? Didn't I always ask about your health? Last time Mom told me you had a cough, I even asked Yu Huan to bring you some pear syrup candy!"
"Come on, you're kidding me." Old Lin waved his hand: "You can chat with your mother for half an hour, but when she talks about me, she doesn't say more than three sentences."
Lin Yourong put down her chopsticks and said helplessly, "What you said earlier was wrong. Even if it was no more than three sentences, it was still talking about you!"
The father and daughter finished arguing.
Yu Huan looked at Lao Lin, her eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth naturally curved upwards, forming a warm smile: "Congratulations, Dad, on your promotion!"
His words carried a mixture of joy and respect.
The editor-in-chief is an administrative leader who represents the newspaper's image and holds multiple positions, often appearing in public in public.
The editor-in-chief is the business leader, in charge of daily operations, and focuses on internal management; he is the core of the newspaper.
Both were key leaders of the newspaper, and apart from differences in their positions of authority, they held the same rank.
Upon hearing this, Lao Lin smiled and said to Yu Huan, "That's why you need to be more down-to-earth and do your job well."
Old Lin, as the father-in-law, was only offering these words of advice to his son-in-law.
Yu Huan understood immediately and quickly agreed.
The customs of people in the North and South are very different, and even on the issue of working within the system, their views differ slightly.
North of the North, unless you work within the system, jobs like state-owned enterprises, banks, doctors, or lawyers are not considered respectable and are even equivalent to being unemployed.
When chatting, they don't talk about money; they just ask where you work, whether you have a permanent position, and which bureau and department you work for. They don't talk about anything else.
However, when elders in the South are drinking and bragging at a table, the one whose child has made the most money is definitely the one who speaks with the most confidence.
Even the topic of becoming an official is shrouded in the guise of making money.
No matter what you do, as long as your business is big enough, you can put up an artificial mountain and raise koi fish, and you'll be more respectable than anyone else.
In the south, families who are keen on civil service positions are generally quite wealthy and don't need their children to earn money. They can easily enroll their children in exam preparation courses costing tens of thousands of yuan.
Therefore, the value of the public institution job that my mother-in-law held, which combined both jobs, is evident. Although the written exam was easier than the administrative exam, the interview was the deciding factor.
You know everything.
Xingcheng is a typical large city in the south. Old Lin is worried that his son-in-law might become greedy and quit because of the meager salary of a few thousand yuan.
Yu Huan felt that Lao Lin had seen through him, so he laughed it off and said, "Dad, since we've finished eating, let's leave."
"Then I won't keep you young people company. I've been quite busy lately." Old Lin stood up.
With only his daughter and son-in-law present, he stretched lazily and said, "I'll try to be home before 10 p.m. tonight."
Looking at the lingering fatigue on his face, Yu Huan sincerely advised, "No matter how much work you have or how busy you are, you must take care of yourself and get some rest."
Old Lin nodded with a smile, looking at Lin Yourong who was putting on a mask, and joked, "Look, even a biological daughter is not as good as this half-son!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Lin Yourong rolled her eyes. "Director Lin, you must take good care of your health! Your health is extremely important to our whole family, please take good care of yourself."
Old Lin suddenly pretended to blow his nose and glare, then rolled up his sleeves: "You have no manners! Ten years ago, I would have given you a good beating!"
Lin Yourong quickly hid behind Yu Huan, peeking out with a grin: "Dad, you can only dream about ten years ago. Now, I have a shield in front of me!"
Yu Huan, who was used as a shield, scratched his head, feeling both amused and exasperated.
(End of this chapter)