Chapter 239: Mystical Powers

The fake smile of the past can no longer be seen on the round face of Tan Sujing, the head of the Finance Department, commonly known as a fake smile.

The sagging flesh on both sides of the round face makes the striated muscles in the upper part more prominent, commonly known as horizontal flesh.

Tan Sujing gritted her teeth and told the cashier: "Xiao Du, file the purchase application and transfer it to the supply and marketing department, and let the supply and marketing department do the purchasing."

Xiao Du no longer had the hot pepper demeanor of the past. She lowered her eyebrows and raised her eyes, and whispered, "Okay, Chief."

"Chief Yin, I'll handle it right away."

Where is the arrogance of the past? Yin Mei herself felt that it was boring. These two were just small minions, who were nothing more than taking Lou Bancheng's money and helping him charge into battle. Unfortunately, times have changed.

"Okay, I get it. Let's hurry up and not delay the health of our fellow workers." He left after saying this.

But she didn't go back to her office. She had a headache looking at the two subordinates in her office. Although Xiao Du's position was a bit problematic, he really fought for the Finance Department. But what about her two elder sisters?
All day long, I knit sweaters and wind yarn, and the next thing I do is check whether the canteen has meat dishes today.
Of course, she also understood that she didn't have such high requirements for the position and didn't expect to make much money, so why bother about so many things?
Besides, although Wang Deming got married so early, his niece didn't have much chance, but his two children might be able to rely on him in the future. Apart from anything else, who in the steel mill could have as good food as his?
She went to his house on a whim and caught a "simple" dinner. Oh my God, when she thought of the spring rolls she had eaten at Wang Deming's house last time, her saliva couldn't help but flow wildly.

He had to find another excuse to bring the children over for a meal. He didn't need a meal anyway.

"Comrade Deming, the new purchase application has been approved. The Finance Department will instruct the Supply and Marketing Department to make the purchase. It is estimated that all the purchases will be in place next month."

As soon as she arrived at the clinic, Yin Mei praised Wang Deming for his achievements.

"Oh, oh." Wang Deming said twice without raising his head.

"I said, can you at least make some noise?"

"Sister, didn't I make a noise just now?" How come I didn't realize that this comrade Yin Mei was such a kind-hearted person before? Now I run to the clinic every now and then, which has seriously affected the progress of my novel translation.
After replying helplessly, he turned the page with his left hand and continued translating quietly.

Yin Mei sat down opposite Wang Deming, next to the nurse Jiang Xiaomei, nudged her with her elbow, and asked in a low voice: "Has he always been like this since he started working?"

Xiaomei, a passive nurse, was also reading a book on Nursing at the time. She rolled her eyes at first, then whispered back, "That's right. As long as there are no workers coming to see the doctor, he will just keep flipping through the book."

"So how many workers have come to see the doctor recently?"

Xiaomei shook her head. "Not many. There were a few older doctors who came to see me for old back injuries. Doctor Wang asked them to come back in a few days. They need acupuncture, anesthesia and pain relief to correct the problem slowly."

"Acupuncture, anesthesia, and pain relief?" Yin Mei was confused again. She understood these three words separately, but why did they sound so strange when combined? "Acupuncture can also be used for anesthesia and pain relief?"

Xiaomei pursed her lips, "I don't understand either."

With someone to chat with, Xiaomei threw down her book and the two women started gossiping. One was from the human resources department, the other from the clinic; you told me a little gossip, I told you an unknown one; one was in her 40s, the other in her 20s, they were so happy talking about this, and before they knew it, they were chatting until the end of the get off work day.

As soon as Wang Deming, a worker from Tianxuan, heard the bell for the end of get off work, he immediately started packing his bag and getting ready to leave.

Yin Mei and Jiang Xiaomei did the same thing, but Yin Mei still did not return to the Personnel Department and continued to follow Wang Deming.

After leaving the factory gate, Wang Deming was about to ride his bike when Yin Mei called him, "Comrade Deming."

"?" Yin Mei took two steps forward, approached Wang Deming, glanced around, and whispered, "Deming, move a little further to the side."

After pulling Wang Deming to the side of the road and greeting a few workers who were leaving get off work, Yin Mei continued in a low voice: "Deming, I have a favor to ask."

Do I know you so well? I have only been working for a few days, but he still said hypocritically: "Sister, look at what you said, just say it directly, you have been taking care of me when I was at work."

Yin Mei breathed a sigh of relief, looked around again, looked into Wang Deming's eyes expectantly, and lowered her voice again: "Deming, I want you to teach your nephew and niece some Russian lessons."

"?"

"It only takes an hour after get off work every day!" Yin Mei stared at Wang Deming, her expression slightly excited: "Now if you want to study in the Soviet Union, you have to learn Russian in advance, but Russian training is in large classes, and the teachers treat everyone equally. If you don't learn well, then..."

It's not impossible. If it doesn't work, just throw it to Alexei's two followers. It won't affect my mahjong playing anyway. "Sister, how long have your two children been learning Russian?"

"Uh, you haven't officially started learning yet?"

Wang Deming took a deep breath. How can you talk like that? Or is there something wrong with my reading comprehension? He asked, "Have you decided to study in the Soviet Union?"

"Uh, I'm working on it."

"." Is your effort the same as my understanding of effort? Wang Deming didn't know how to continue. Suddenly he asked, "Sister, how old are your two children now?"

"One is 16 and the other is 14."

"." Wang Deming widened his eyes and looked at Yin Mei in disbelief. I am considered knowledgeable, but I really don’t understand: Does learning Russian at this age have anything to do with studying in the Soviet Union?

If they had poor basic skills and asked me to teach them for a few months, I could understand that, but you want me to teach them from scratch? To be a tutor?

"Deming, don't worry. I won't treat you badly." Yin Mei saw another worker leaving get off work and pulled him aside again. "Come on, I'll tell you on the way."

It turned out that there were special schools for children of cadres at that time, such as No. 4 Middle School, No. 6 Middle School, and No. 8 Middle School in Beijing. They received news in advance that the country would send a large number of students to study in the Soviet Union this year.

These schools have many places, but the most basic requirement is Russian.

Therefore, the wealthy ladies with great powers resorted to various means to find tutors for their children, but people who know foreign languages ​​are rare these days. Yin Mei had found one before, who was a student at Beijing Normal University, but he himself hadn't yet mastered the language.

Ever since she went to Wang Deming's house and saw Big Nose last time, and discovered that Wang Deming was translating Soviet literature, she had been ecstatic and had deliberately kept the news secret. In the factory, apart from her, the only one who knew about it was the nurse Xiaomei. She had also specifically instructed Xiaomei not to tell anyone.

This is also the reason why she couldn't wait to announce the good news when Wang Deming's procurement application was received today.

"Deming, the steel mill is recruiting this year. I have 10 vacancies. I'll give them all to you. Can you help me?"

"Sister, what do you think of me?" Wang Deming said righteously.

I am a good young man of the new era, a member of the New Democratic Youth League, a future party member, and I am very principled!
(End of this chapter)