Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

the next day.

Li Huaide called He Yuzhu to his office.

His face was beaming with joy.

I gave him a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine.

One bicycle ticket, one industrial ticket.

"Zhu Zi, you really made your Uncle Li proud yesterday."

You can take these things.

He Yuzhu glanced at it.

"Wow, it's a special supply. I bet he got it from his father-in-law."

Not bad.

Although Li Huaide was ambitious, power-hungry, and fond of women.

But he's quite generous to those who hang out with him.

He Yuzhu bought Liu Xuan'er a bicycle.

The industrial tickets were given to Xu Damao.

He was so excited.

Three months later.

He Yuzhu successfully shed the label of "agent".

He became the deputy director of the steel rolling mill canteen.

Monthly salary: 60 yuan.

Xu Damao came running over excitedly to offer his congratulations.

While I'm at it, I'll also grab a few packs of special-supply cigarettes from him.

He went to the countryside to show movies.

Those production team leaders and commune secretaries.

As he offered cigarettes, he casually pulled out a special supply cigarette.

He was quite pleased with their fawning and obsequious manner.

A while later.

Having received the news, He Daqing slipped into his office.

"Father, what brings you here?"

He Yuzhu got up and made him some tea.

He Daqing snorted.

"Can't your dad come to see you even when I'm free?"

Also, when working, we refer to plants.

He Yuzhu was speechless.

This must be Gao Yuliang's spirit possessing me.

"Okay, what plant?"

After He Daqing recovered from his injuries.

He spends his days drinking tea, reading newspapers, and wandering around.

He would also visit various canteens from time to time, offering advice as a logistics consultant.

Life couldn't be better.

He took a sip of tea with great relish.

"It's better to be a leader."

When the kitchen staff saw me, they treated me like royalty.

"When I was a cook, I never received this kind of treatment."

I met no one today.

Everyone praised him for having such a good son.

He's clearly got the makings of a leader.

He laughed so hard his facial muscles ached.

I drank tea for a while.

He Daqing lingered, unwilling to leave.

He Yuzhu reminded him.

"He Zhiwu, you don't want the factory manager to see you either."

He slacks off all day and doesn't do anything productive.

"Were you removed from the advisory position?"

He Daqing's eyes immediately became clear.

Yes, you're right.

I can't leave a bad impression on my boss.

I'm a man who strives for improvement.

He Yuzhu looked at his retreating figure with disdain.

"Pah, with your skills, you think you can improve?"

night.

He Yuzhu returned home.

Jia Zhangshi arrived.

Holding a pair of neatly stitched shoe soles.

"Zhu Zi, you've become a leader now."

Please give my Dongxu a promotion too.

Become a workshop foreman or something.

He Yuzhu and Liu Xuan'er exchanged a glance.

They looked at Jia Zhangshi as if she were a fool.

Do you think I need a pair of shoe soles from you?

And it's being made to seem like this is some very important gift.

Don't say he doesn't have the authority to promote workshop directors.

Even if there were such a thing, you wouldn't ask someone for a favor like this.

When He Yuzhu first joined the factory.

Madam Jia wanted Jia Dongxu to try his best.

Unfortunately, they backed down when they heard that gifts were required.

And now, I've heard that He Yuzhu has become the actual deputy director of the cafeteria.

Then they came and knocked on the door.

We're all neighbors, what more could you possibly want in a gift?

Isn't it only right that you help my Dongxu?

He Yuzhu organized the wording:

"Aunt Jia, I only cook in the canteen, I have no jurisdiction over Brother Dongxu's workshop."

Besides, in their fitter's workshop,

It all comes down to technology.

Without technical skills, even if the leader comes, it won't make a difference.

You should let him work on his fitter skills more.

The key is to get promoted to level eight as soon as possible.

An eighth-grade worker earns one hundred yuan.

They have far more than me.

That way, Brother Dongxu will have more money to give you for your retirement.

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhangshi thought, "Retirement money?"

Yes, that's still a level eight incense burner.

Liu Haizhong actually said "hello" to the workshop director.

The reason given was that officials could manage workers.

My tiny bangs almost ruined something important for me.

Behold my summoning magic, Old Jia!

Then they went to settle accounts with Liu Haizhong.

Another commotion erupted in the yard.