Rebirth: Family Chaebol

Because the New Year's money was given in time and there was still a lot of New Year's money received, Zhang Qiuling, the first daughter-in-law of the Yuan family, was in a much better mood. In the next few days, Zhang Qiuling was happy. See everyone and say hello.

In fact, Zhang Qiuling's personality is not only a little weird, but she is also a very good woman. The room is clean and tidy, and sometimes after her son falls asleep, she even takes the initiative to help the house.

Throughout the Spring Festival, Yuan Fangguo and the others either entertained their relatives at home, or went to their relatives' house to pay New Year's greetings. Time passed quickly, and they were about to leave home in a blink of an eye.

Cousin Chen Cailin also came to their house the day before departure.

This time, Yuan Fangguo, Yuan Fangmin and Chen Cailin went back to Rongcheng. The second brother did not follow him. In Yuan Fangguo's opinion, the second brother would definitely not be able to go back during the summer vacation. He thought that he would spend more time with his parents.

When he left, there were also a lot of small bags prepared for him at home. Even Yuan Fangguo's own luggage was a box, but Chen Cailin was empty-handed and didn't bring anything.

"Where's your stuff? Lin Wazi." Yuan Fangguo couldn't help asking.

Chen Cailin smiled, "I'll buy it over there."

"It's expensive over there."

"I brought more than 1,000 yuan." Chen Cailin took out a large lump of crumpled money, including one hundred yuan bills and one or two yuan.

"You collect the money, don't drop it." Yuan Fangguo urged.

"It won't fall off, I'll put it in my **** later." Chen Cailin smiled again.

In the past two years, a kind of anti-theft underwear has come out on the market. As the name suggests, it is to put the whole zipper on the underwear and put the money in it. Unless you are particularly dead in sleep, if someone wants to steal the money, they will definitely be found. of. This method works, but it is definitely unsanitary. After all, there are many bacteria on the RMB.

Chen Cailin's house is also on the mountain, and he doesn't pay attention to any hygiene habits on weekdays. After he finished speaking, he directly stuffed the money into his anti-theft underwear in front of Yuan Fangguo.

Yuan Fangan, who was not far away, quickly turned his head away when he saw his cousin tuck something into his pants.

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Uncle Chen continued to stay inside. Like last year, he guessed that President Yuan was coming back, so he quickly stewed the waxed pig trotters that his wife brought him.

Sure enough, at 5:00 pm, Yuan Fangguo drove into the advertising company compound.

There are still many dormitories in the advertising company, because most of the employees do not live there, so after arriving in Rongcheng, Yuan Fangguo arranged Chen Cailin to the advertising company.

After Chen Cailin was settled, everyone had a good dinner, Yuan Fangguo simply told them a few words, and then drove away.

When he was about to get home, he suddenly received a call.

Picking up the phone, it was the old director who called.

In Yuan Fangguo's impression, the old director never called him at night.

Could something happen?

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pressed the answer button.

Sure enough, something happened.

On the phone, the old director told him that the old secretary Wen Chunlai died at one o'clock at noon at the age of 81.

"Where is Secretary Wen's remains?" Yuan Fangguo asked quickly.

"At the district funeral home."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

"Mr. Yuan, you don't have to come now. We hope you can come to the memorial service at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"No problem, I'll be there on time tomorrow morning," Yuan Fangguo said.

After finishing the call with the old director, Yuan Fangguo thought about it, and then called Li Hui.

Li Hui's family lived in the former machinery factory's courtyard, and she probably knew about the news of the old secretary's death.

Li Hui also learned the news of the old secretary's death, and her tone of dialogue with Yuan Fangguo couldn't help showing sadness.

"I'll come pick you up tomorrow, let's go together, I have to buy a wreath." Yuan Fangguo said.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the door."

"By the way, we will still send a wreath to the old secretary in the name of our motorcycle factory. I hope his spirit in the sky can protect us." Yuan Fangguo said.

During Wen Chunlai's ten years as secretary and factory director, the original Hongqi Machinery Factory, which was not well-known, has changed from a small factory to the largest machinery factory in the Southwest. This is inseparable from his credit. At that time, the workers in the factory had a strong collective consciousness, unlike later...

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Fangguo couldn't calm down for a long time. He regretted not going to see the old secretary a few years ago. He just knew that his illness was more serious, but he never thought that he would go to the west of the crane before the first month. , is really a pain in his heart that cannot be erased.

That night, Yuan Fangguo took a long time to fall asleep.

However, he only slept for less than 4 hours, so he got up in a hurry and drove straight to the family area.

At the door of the family area, Li Hui's family were all dressed in black.

At the door of the family area at this moment, some people are also watching the obituary on the old bulletin board.

Picking up Li Hui's family, they went straight to the district funeral home again.

At first, Yuan Fangguo didn't know the way, and he seldom went to that kind of place. After several inquiries, he came to the door of the funeral home.

At this moment, the funeral home is already surrounded by sadness and grief. Everyone inside is solemn. It is only after eight o'clock, but there are many middle-aged and elderly people on both sides of the funeral home. The black and some whitish dresses all show his identity as an old employee of the machinery factory.

The old director, Uncle Scar, Uncle Bao, Uncle Chen..., these familiar people appeared in front of his eyes one by one, and everyone was very sad. After meeting, they just nodded slightly, and said hello .

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After Yuan Fangguo and Li Hui quickly met with their acquaintances, they bought wreaths and elegiac couplets in the funeral home, and respectfully placed the wreaths at the entrance of the funeral home.

At 9:30 in the morning, Bao Youwei, the former director of the machinery factory, also came to the scene.

Bao Youwei was the only member of the party committee of the original machinery factory who came here, which shows the degree of antagonism between the party committee and the workers at that time.

The old director and Uncle Scar, the workers' committee comrades, were organizing the ceremony.

When the hearse slowly drove out of the funeral home and was about to head to the cremation car, all the people present shed tears.

Yuan Fangguo also suddenly felt a sore nose, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

The death of the old secretary Wenchunlai marked the complete integration of the original machinery factory with the melting pot of society.