In the living room, Zhao Guoyang and Mu Aijun were chatting happily, while Mu Yiyi was staring at each other with a look of surprise.

She couldn't help but be surprised. Just now, her father said that the other party was proficient in so many foreign languages, which made her feel incredible. When she talked to Zhao Guoyang about the development and planning of the factory, the solemn look at the other party was something she had never seen before in other guests who came to visit these days.

This young man named Zhao Guoyang talked about the development prospects of the factory and was very polite. He didn't look like a young man of the same age as him and just started working.

Just when Mu Yiyi was stunned, Mu Aijun asked, "Guoyang, how sure do you think our factory is to succeed in the scooter project?"

"Well, it should be 60% or 70%! When Director Ma and I went to the Chongqing Qi Group of Shandong Province, we basically learned about their production lines and parts supporting factories, so there should be no major problems." Zhao Guoyang thought about it carefully and answered word by word.

After hearing this, Mu Aijun felt as if he had a reassurance.

He nodded repeatedly and said, "Well, if this scooter project can be really started, our Hongda Machinery Factory will really become a name in Ninghai City, and even have a place in Guangling City. Maybe if it develops well in the next few years, our factory will even have the opportunity to improve its level."

Mu Aijun's words did not have any exaggeration. In the early 1990s, the administrative level division of state-owned enterprises still existed.

The standard for this division is usually linked to the scale, total output value of the enterprise, and the department to which it belongs.

Just like Hongda Machinery Factory, although its scale is not large and its annual output value is not high, since it is directly under the Forestry Department, its administrative level is correspondingly higher than that of state-owned enterprises of the same size, reaching the deputy division level.

Putting aside Mu Aijun, the director of the high-level department, the factory-level cadres of Hongda Machinery Factory, such as Zhang Zhizhong's Shu*, are serious deputy department-level cadres.

As for the deputy factory director Ma Jian and Wang Youchang, two deputy factory-level cadres, they are naturally both section-level cadres and just enjoy the treatment of deputy section-level officials.

Compared with another state-owned enterprise with a scale of Ninghai City and whose GDP is almost the same as that of Ninghai City, the administrative level of Hongda Machinery Factory is half a square.

In addition, since it is a subsidiary enterprise directly under the central government, if the development is good, it will be easier to improve the administrative level of Hongda Machinery Factory.

If the factory's GDP doubles within one or two years and exceeds 10 million, Hongda Machinery Factory has a great opportunity to be promoted to a department-level state-owned enterprise.

Seeing Zhao Guoyang nodding silently, Mu Aijun smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Guoyang, do you still remember the agreement I made with you before?"

"I have always kept my word. As long as the scooter and motorcycle project is successful, your deputy factory-level cadre will definitely not be able to escape. If the administrative level in the factory is mentioned again, you may have set a record of the youngest deputy department-level cadre in Jiangnan Province, haha..."

Listening to Mu Aijun's kind-hearted teasing, Zhao Guoyang scratched his head.

Mu Aijun always gave him the feeling of being serious, disciplined and serious. Who knew that in private, he would also make such jokes.

As for Mu Yiyi next to her, she was already a little dull at this time.

Although she has lived abroad for a long time, she is not sure about the administrative level in China.

Thinking of my own, twenty thoughts of being born and died in the army, and he is still a department-level cadre, Mu Yiyi was even more amazed at Zhao Guoyang.

"Who is this guy? My dad actually valued him so much, it doesn't seem to be because of his ability to flatter..." Mu Yiyi thought to herself.

When Mu Yiyi was puzzled, Ding Yanhong's voice came from the kitchen: "It's time to eat! Yiyi, come here to serve the food!"

After hearing the sound, Mu Yiyi quickly stood up, put her feet into her slippers and ran into the kitchen.

Zhao Guoyang was about to stand up and go to help, but Mu Aijun reached out to stop him: "Hey, Guoyang, don't be busy. Today you are a guest, so how can you do it? Come and serve us!"

Zhao Guoyang felt a little embarrassed when he sat down on the table with Director Mu.

Soon, Ding Yanhong and Mu Yiyi came over with a few dishes. Zhao Guoyang quickly stood up and shouted: "Aunt Ding!"

As soon as he saw it was him, Ding Yanhong was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. She hurriedly walked to Zhao Guoyang and pressed him down and sat down.

"So it's Guoyang coming, Lao Mu, you didn't say it earlier!"

Ding Yanhong said happily: "Guoyang, thank you for saving Tingting last time. If it weren't for you, my sister-in-law would have been blamed for our Lao Mu for the rest of her life..."

What Ding Yanhong said was naturally the case when Zhao Guoyang was reborn and bravely saved the child who fell into the water.

This was the first time Mu Yiyi heard about this, and she hurriedly pestered her mother to ask what was going on.

When she heard that the gentle and gentle young man in front of her could jump into the water braved the cold and rescue her cousin Gu Tingting, Mu Yiyi was really shocked.

This meal made Zhao Guoyang feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable all over.

There is no other reason, it is because of the novel gaze that Mu Yiyi, who was sitting opposite him, shot from time to time.

Of course, Zhao Guoyang knew that the other party was not thinking that way, but when Ding Yanhong saw that her daughter was not looking at Zhao Guoyang, she became concerned and the smile on her face became even more intense.

After being looked at by Ding Yanhong with the look of her mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, Zhao Guoyang couldn't help but complain in his heart - this was also a self-inflicted trouble.

After drinking two glasses of wine and eating a bowl of rice with Director Mu, Zhao Guoyang saw the time and it was almost two o'clock.

Thinking that it was New Year's Eve today and I had to pick Bai Rou up to go home for dinner in the evening, Zhao Guoyang hurriedly offered to say goodbye to Mu Aijun and Ding Yanhong.

"Okay, Guoyang, today's New Year's Eve, I won't keep you. After the New Year, you will come to your house again. Let's have a good drink!" Mu Aijun laughed and stood up.

Seeing Mu Aijun making a move to see Zhao Guoyang, Ding Yanhong waved and said, "Oh, Lao Mu, come and help me with my hands and clean up the dishes. Guoyang is his own family, just let Yiyi send him off."

Mu Aijun seemed not to understand what his wife meant, so he was stunned for a moment, nodded helplessly and responded.

"Damn girl, why are you still standing stupidly? Go down and send it to Guoyang! You just come down and buy me a bottle of vinegar. You will use it tonight." Ding Yanhong pinched her daughter's waist and said with some advice.

"Oh, I got it, mom!" Mu Yiyi stood up helplessly and went out with Zhao Guoyang.

When he arrived downstairs, looking at the young man beside him who seemed particularly mature without saying a word, Mu Yiyi couldn't help but ask, "Hey, you... can you really understand the book I just now?"

Zhao Guoyang had noticed that this person had something to ask. Seeing that she had been holding it in for a long time and had such a question, he smiled slightly and said jokingly: "to be or not to be, that's a question."

This sentence is the most famous sentence in "Hamlet". It is a question of whether it is translated as "survival or destruction."

After Zhao Guoyang said this in standard British English, Mu Yiyi understood it immediately. People must be able to understand his book, and it is not ordinary.

Mu Yiyi blushed when she thought of the English she had mocked her before.

She lowered her head, lingered her fingers and muttered in a low voice: "Then can you understand what I said before?"

“deep sinking?”

Zhao Guoyang raised his eyebrows and said carelessly, "Fortunately our savouring is not so tall, we also do not love to install dark..."

When Mu Yiyi heard this, she was stunned and her face turned red in an instant.

The sentence Zhao Guoyang said is a slang sentence in English. The translation means: "Fortunately, our taste is not that high, so we don't like to pretend to be deep."

When this sentence is said, Mu Yiyi naturally knew how good Zhao Guoyang's English is, and she knew that she would understand what she despise others.

What’s hateful is that when this guy was at home, he clearly understood that he had ridiculed him, but he pretended not to know, which made him look so ugly.

At this point, Mu Yiyi couldn't help but raise her head and was ready to criticize this guy who was pretending to be confused with his understanding.

But just now she looked up and saw that Zhao Guoyang had already stepped onto the brand new motorcycle.

"Mu Yiyi, uh... no matter what, I wish you a happy New Year and all the best, goodbye!" After getting in the car, Zhao Guoyang waved his hand to Mu Yiyi with a smile, and then left in the dust.

"Happy New Year? Happy your head! Ah..." Mu Yiyi kicked the curb hard, screaming in pain in an instant, and tears flowed out.

"Zhao Guoyang! Remember you guy!" Looking at the dust rolling up in the distance, Mu Yiyi gritted her teeth and said.

...

After leaving the Mu family, Zhao Guoyang drove to the guesthouse of the Municipal Machinery Working Committee.

He and Bai Rou had made an appointment before and came to pick her up before 2 pm. It was already a while late.

After parked the car, Zhao Guoyang went upstairs and knocked on the door of Bairou's room. After a while, Bairou came out in a beautiful girl's coat.

I have to say that a woman who is naturally beautiful like Bai Rou is really a clothes rack and looks good in any clothes!

Seeing the flush on Zhao Guoyang's face, Bai Rou smiled and said, "What, I'm drinking!"

"Well, a little bit..." Zhao Guoyang grabbed his scalp and said.

"Don't drive after drinking! Give me the key, I'll take you!" Bai Rou stretched out her green fingers and shook her in front of Zhao Guoyang.

Zhao Guoyang was stunned for a moment and subconsciously handed the key in his hand to Bai Rou.

When Zhao Guoyang went downstairs, he realized. He couldn't help but ask, "Sister Bai, you... can't drive a motorcycle?"

"What? Are you afraid that my sister will fall you?"
Chapter completed!