The two chatted for a few more times, and Tang Song quit the chat interface.

In my mind, I subconsciously thought of Cheng Qiuqiu, a female motorcycle rider.

When I first met at the Huayun Center, I felt that the other party was A-like and cool, very nice.

My junior is both tall and beautiful, but the only disadvantage may be that it is just plain in front.

...

Chang'an District, Oasis Jingyuan Community.

The black BMW 330i is slowly coming, the gate at the entrance of the basement is automatically lifted, and the bright lens headlights are automatically lit.

"BGM: There is always a colorful river winding in the fairy tale town, contaminated with the perverse aura of magic, but twists and turns in love..."

Amid the gentle and transparent music, Wen Ruan slowly parked the car on his own parking space.

The vehicle is shut down.

Looking at the gorgeous dashboard and ambient lights, Wen Ruan patted the steering wheel of the car, with a satisfied smile on his face.

As the owner of the community, she entered the license plate of the car in advance.

As for the Lynk & Co 06, I am still eating dust in Jinxiu New City.

It’s not that she is indifferent, it’s because the control and audio of this 330i are so satisfying.

Especially when driving it along the Taiping River, it feels particularly comfortable.

This also led to her seldom going out to ride recently.

I touched my lower abdomen, but fortunately my vest line was still there.

When I come back from the Imperial Capital this time, I must exercise well and make up for all the things I pulled down before.

After getting off the car, I picked up a gift bag from the trunk, locked the car, and took the elevator to the 17th floor.

Standing outside the door of 1702, paused for a moment, Wen Ruan held the door handle and opened the door.

The voice said gently, "I'm back."

Immediately afterwards, Qian Guixiang from the master bedroom walked out quickly and said with a surprise look on her face: "Rongruan, why are you coming back suddenly?"

Then he looked outside the door and said in disappointment: "Tang Song was not with you."

Wen Ruan frowned, "Mom, if you don't welcome me, I'll leave now."

"No, noon, it's almost noon. I'll make it for you what you want to eat." Qian Guixiang quickly grabbed her daughter's arm and pressed her on the sofa.

"I'm whatever I want." Wen Ruan looked around and asked, "Where is my dad? Aren't you not going to work today?"

"I went out early in the morning and said there was something wrong in the factory and I haven't come back yet." Qian Guixiang looked at the time, "I'll call him."

After saying that, he ran to the bedroom, took out his cell phone and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times.

The door was suddenly opened again.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianxin, with a dusty face, walked in and shouted: "Stop calling, I'm back."

Wen Ruan quickly stood up, handed over the gift bag in his hand, and smiled and said, "Dad, I wish you a happy Father's Day. This is the gift I bought for you."

Wen Jianxin's originally silent and serious face stretched out instantly, and every wrinkle seemed to be filled with joy.

"Thank you, my daughter." Wen Jianxin's face was filled with emotion and kindness.

Their family has always had a harmonious relationship, so Wen Ruan came back from the imperial capital and never looked for a partner, which made the family relationship cool down sharply.

Qian Guixiang looked at the gift bag and smiled and said, "Wuliangye, now your dad is going to show off to his coworkers again."

Wen Ruan's eyebrows and eyes were curved: "Dad, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you in person at noon."

"Ah, don't, I'll do it with your mother, you can have a good rest."

"Today's Father's Day, Dad, don't do it." Wen Ruan picked up the teacup on the table, took him a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Looking at the considerate daughter in front of her, Wen Jianxin's eyes were a little wet.

It seemed as if you could still vaguely see the little girl sitting on her shoulder and saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

Sighing, he sat down on the sofa and looked at his wife and daughter.

After a moment of silence, he spoke: "I went to the factory today because I suddenly received a notice that our printing factory might be going bankrupt. This time I will first lay off 80% of the employees."

"Ah!?" Qian Guixiang's face turned pale in fear, "What's going on? Didn't you say you've received a new business?"

Wen Ruan was stunned, "Didn't the printing factory do a good job? Why did it suddenly go bankrupt again?"

Wen Jianxin shook his head, "The benefits have always been bad. I haven't paid my salary for two months, but I just haven't told you."

Then, he began to tell what he knew.

Yanbei Printing Factory's main business is the printing business of various printed materials such as books, documents, materials, promotional materials.

With the popularity of electronicization, business has been shrinking.

Previously, there were several old state-owned enterprises that had large orders maintained and could barely operate.

However, with the aging of equipment, market competition, and the increase in environmental protection requirements, half of the customers have been lost in the past six months, and the printing factory has reached a stage where it is not enough to make ends meet.

In the past, they mainly asked the leaders to see if there was room for relief.

Listening to my father's statement, Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and felt inexplicably complicated.

Their family and their father's relatives were originally in villages and towns outside the North Third Ring Road.

There used to be many small and micro printing factories over there, which were called factories, but in fact they were small workshops.

The salary is very low and there is no social insurance, let alone any benefits.

But even so, the surrounding villagers have a relatively stable income.

Later, subways and parks began to be planned around the surrounding area, and developers flocked to the villages and towns, and demolition began.

In order to protect people's livelihood, the government re-plans and attracts investment.

Finally, such a formal printing company, Yanbei Printing Factory, was built and these workers were recruited.

The salary increases and the payment of 5 insurances is more stable, and everyone is very happy.

It was still in 2008.

Dark blue work clothes, spacious and bright workshop, tall printing press, clean and tidy warehouse filled with materials...

This is the biggest topic of conversation for my father after dinner, and it is also a topic that everyone often talks about when relatives gather.

It is precisely because of the job of this printing factory that although their relocation housing has not been implemented yet, everyone can still tolerate it.

But now even this job is gone, and everyone is in a big mood.

After all, many people are still renting houses.

…

After listening to Wen Jianxin's description, Qian Guixiang said anxiously: "What should I do? You are in your 50s now, so it is definitely difficult to find a job, and you are not as old as retirement."

I bought this house last year, which emptied their old foundation, but now I am still paying back the mortgage.

If you live in vain and rely on your daughter to support your family, you will feel panicked.

Moreover, Wen Ruan’s boyfriend is so outstanding. If he knew about their family’s situation, wouldn’t he have any opinions on Wen Ruan?

Wen Jianxin breathed a long sigh, "Look at what the leaders said. If it really doesn't work, just change jobs and see what you can do."

He is responsible for the maintenance of equipment in the factory, but those equipment are almost eliminated now, so it will definitely be difficult to find a suitable job when going out.

"Hey, what's this all? After finally Ruanruan got better, we also bought a new house. But again..." Qian Guixiang sat down with a sigh, "I wouldn't resign two years ago."

She worked in a textile company for several years before, but she was often hospitalized due to allergic rhinitis and some other physical problems.

After Wen Ruan returned from the imperial capital, he advised her to leave her post and to rest assured to take care of her health at home.

Looking at his anxious parents, Wen Ruan pursed his lips and said, "Dad, mom, I have something I want to tell you."

"What's up?"

"An old colleague of mine who was in the Imperial Capital Company found me yesterday." Wen Ruan sat upright and looked at his parents and said, "The group plans to set up a branch in Yancheng. It is very large in scale and has more than 200 employees."

"Ah?" Qian Guixiang's eyes lit up, "It's that Nebula International, right?"

She was impressed by her daughter's first company after graduation.

A real big group with a market value of billions.

It's very shameful.

Wen Ruan nodded and said, "Yes, it's Xingyun International Media Group. That old colleague said that the vice president in charge of this branch appreciates me very much and wants me to be a leader. He is still in Yancheng, but the salary standard is based on the imperial capital."

"Ah! How much is that?"

"About 30,000." Wen Ruan said a number calmly, his eyes slightly staggered.

In fact, what she said is only part of the facts, such as salary standards, which must be implemented locally.
To be continued...