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By the time Zhuang Jianye returned to Xingzhou, it was already past eight o'clock in the night. After all, in the mid-1980s, unlike later generations, the nightlife was abundant, and the service industry did not close in the middle of the night.

As soon as it got dark, they closed their doors and went out of business. So when Zhuang Jianye returned home, he was quiet all the way. Fortunately, the house was still lively. Ning Xiaodong and others were there to discuss the situation of the wedding tomorrow.

Talking about lively, but listening carefully is nothing more than how to divide melon seeds; how much candies get; whether two newcomers bite an apple or bite a date, etc., are far less complicated than two or thirty years later.

Zhuang Jianye only yawned after hearing it for a while. Ning Xiaohui glared at him, so he could only make a pot of tea and boil it while drinking.

"Then the host is set, Lao Luan has already written the manuscript. He said that when he was in the army, he hosted the marriage of his officers and soldiers. There is absolutely no problem."

Just when Zhuang Jianye was sleepy again, Ning Xiaodong finally said something that surprised him. It was to limit the sleeping bugs that climbed up, but it was also a limit. Luan Heping always likes to talk about it. Going up as a host is also considered to be the best use.

So Zhuang Jianye nodded mechanically, took a sulky sip of tea, and was about to continue to doze off lazily. He listened to Lu Ming who was opposite to ask: "Yes, Jianye, how many people can you come over tomorrow?"

"This..." When asked this way, Zhuang Jianye was taken aback, and then frowned: "I didn't give much notice. It is estimated that only a few familiar ones can come over, and the rest..."

Zhuang Jianye thought for a while and shook his head: "I shouldn't come back."

"Then how much can I come? I'll give you an accurate figure, and I have to report to the hotel manager later." Lu Ming was a little anxious. The most important thing for a wedding invitation is the number of guests, so as to book a banquet.

If this matter is handled in other people’s homes, the seven aunts and eight aunts use their fingers to count, and then they will understand. The problem is that the Laoning family’s social influence is not small, and there are related parties. They don't even know how many people are, so it's really hard to figure out how many people can come that day.

Today, during the day, Ning Xiaodong and the others did nothing else. They just counted the heads with their fingers, and finally figured out a general idea. At this moment, there was another Zhuang Jianye, so I naturally had to ask to understand.

Zhuang Jianye frowned and thought about it, his sister-in-law got married, and he didn't mention it in the factory. That is, Shen Jianwei, Lin Guanghua, and Peng Chuan who came out of the Yonghong factory knew that, together with their family members, they would die for about 20 years. People, a squeeze will make two tables together.

So Zhuang Jianye took a sip of tea and said, "There are only more than 20 people, all of them are the old people of Yonghong Factory, and they know Xiaoxue, you can count on three tables, if you have more money, you can arrange it. "

Lu Ming nodded and did not write in the book, but looked at Ning Xiaohui who was aside. Obviously, this resolute man knew very well what virtue Zhuang Jianye was at home, and that was a copy of Ning Zhishan.

Except for a milder temperament, that's the uncle at home. Not to mention the exaggeration of opening his mouth to stretch out his hand after dinner. There is no compelling in his heart that it is absolutely true. Let alone other, Lu Ming now asks Zhuang Jianye where to put his new clothes tomorrow. , This product will never be found.

Let me ask, at this level, Lu Ming may be relieved, so he still has to consult the joint butlers of Xianing and Zhuang.

"Count up to five tables, it won't be good if there are not enough jokes." Ning Xiaohui is naturally much more awake than Zhuang Jianye, who is just dozing off. After thinking about it, he gave a reliable number, and Lu Ming was only a little satisfied. head.

The immediate family members of the director of a big factory only come to two tables for marriage. No one will believe it. Unless the big factory is going to die, someone will spread the news. When the time comes, there are not enough wine tables. , What can I do?

Fortunately, Ning Xiaohui at home is a good player, otherwise, what should we do if they are like the old man and Zhuang Jianye? Fortunately, Xiaodong at home is not bad. The one who was trained by himself was out of the hall, into the kitchen, on the bed... Hey, this is the good man in the Gu family.

The more Lu Ming felt that Ning Xiaodong was 10,000 times better than Zhuang Jianye, his mood improved inexplicably, and the speed of discussion naturally increased a lot. In less than an hour, he would take care of tomorrow’s affairs. Set it all down.

When the people were sent away, Zhuang Jianye plunged into the sofa. Ning Xiaohui patted Zhuang Jianye's buttocks without a good voice: "Go to sleep in the house."

"What about Dudu?"

"Today I played with the old man for a day, but I didn't come back." Ning Xiaohui gathered the tea set and pushed Zhuang Jianye, but when she touched Zhuang Jianye's shoulder, she was let go.

Ning Xiaohui was startled and just about to yell, she was hugged by a princess Zhuang Jianye, and smiled: "Don't use waking the child as an excuse later..."

"Bad guy~~" Ning Xiaohui's cheeks were flushed, and she punched Zhuang Jianye on his chest. Zhuang Jianye laughed and hugged him into the bedroom.

...

At noon the next day, Zhuang Jianye was a little bit depressed. When Luan Heping asked if he had paid too much public grain yesterday, Zhuang Jianye naturally denied it righteously, and then asked the old man, you have been busy until now. , Don't try it.

If this is an ordinary person, it would be a story of Zhuang Jianye's words, but who is Lao Luan, he has a thick skin when he was a soldier, and now that he enters the business world, he will soon be able to become a tank armored person, so he smiled: "Yes. You are still young and have another baby while your health is still good. I heard that your factory's family planning system is the last in the whole family planning system, and that is not bad. Anyway, you are used to it in the organization."

"Don't envy young people who are energetic when you are old, and go back to your manuscript for nothing!" Zhuang Jianye didn't go back directly with the slightest politeness.

Luan Heping laughed, and he came up with a sentence that almost made Zhuang Jianye full of black lines: "Your sister-in-law is pregnant again, how come? Envy?"

"Get out!" Zhuang Jianye couldn't help but snorted and coaxed the goods away.

Seeing that Zhuang Jianye was about to eat people, Luan Heping immediately left with a smirk. Since there are more people here today, the scene of Zhuang Jianye and Luan Heping joking was seen by many people, most of them. I didn't care, but a small group of people were aggrieved.

Among them are Qiao Chenyu and Cui Wen who passed by here.

"Bah~~ With two stinky money, just treat the basic national policy as a trifle!" Seeing that no one was paying attention, Qiao Chenyu took a sip, and Cui Wen frowned and sighed: "What can you do? Can you sue others?"

"I..." Qiao Chenyu was like a duck pinched by his neck. He was speechless at once, his face flushed red, and finally said coldly, "I just can't understand these upstarts who engage in individuals. What is this place? No. 1 Guest House, the facade and signboard of Yonghong Factory, what is it now? It was used as a wedding venue, Lao Cui, you don't feel uncomfortable when you see it?"

"What can I do if I feel uncomfortable? Who would have thought that after Ning Zhishan retired, his children would start to prosper, and each one would be more capable than the other. What if you and I survive until the deputy director? Every month is not that few. Ten yuan salary, hey~~ Instead of thinking about these useless, it is better to consider how to leave the factory next."

When Cui Wen said this, Qiao Chenyu's face was a little ugly, and he still stalked his neck and said angrily: "I just feel aggrieved!"