Time Travel: Conditional Wealth

He Xi has basically sold out all the rice, flour, grain and oil in her hands, and her farm machinery is also idle. She plans to have a good New Year this time.

Even though this would result in a considerable loss, and she might even lose some customers, facing this small, shabby class, she felt that she needed to rest for a long time before she could make up for it.

The people in the conference room finally reacted and hurriedly rushed Deputy Director Zhang to the hospital. They also sent someone to notify his family. His wife was a sensible person and did not cry or make a fuss. She looked at him calmly on the hospital bed.

Now she really does what he said and she stops interfering in his affairs. She feels sad, relieved and a little bit relieved.

He Xi really counted the days until work on her fingers, fearing that if she stayed in the company for one more second, she would be faced with a lot of things and palace fighting.

He Xi returned to the office alone, finished the work at hand, stood in front of the window and looked out for a while before deciding to go to the greenhouse at the back to take a look. It was time to distribute the newly cultivated vegetable seedlings to the subordinate team.

He Xi's hand had just been on the doorknob when the other three members of the team pushed the door open and came in. Shen Chuan angrily told He Xi about the chaotic scene in the office after she left: "It was obviously you who made him angry, why should we share the responsibility?"

He Xi has never been one to hide her feelings at work: "The first reason is what I just said. The second reason is that you are also one of the technicians. He was initially angry at all the technicians present. It has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Don't always think about cleaning yourself. Don't you know if there are cracks in your eggs?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Chuan's face became even uglier. He said, "He... He Xi... Just because you have skills, you can do whatever you want?"

"Shen Chuan, have you had enough of this?" Kong Li suddenly said, his face not looking good and his tone very cold: "Why do you always target He Xi? Can't you talk calmly? Aren't you tired of being suspicious?"

"Am I a villain?" Shen Chuan said, "Didn't I just stop you and not let you accompany her to the dinner? Did I break you up?"

……

The excitement paused. He Xi put on her gloves, opened and closed the door, and walked out. Thinking back to what had just happened, was she asked to mediate? She couldn't do this. It would be like adding fuel to the fire.

After walking a few steps, the office door was opened again, and Luo Hong walked out. He looked at He Xi with wet eyes, and then followed her quietly.

He Xi felt someone behind him, listened, stopped, turned around, looked, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"He Xi, I...are we still friends?" Luo Hong said hesitantly.

"Yes, of course." He Xi sighed, "I don't like intrigue in the office. If you want to fight, forget it."

Luo Hong immediately stated his position: "No, I don't like intrigues, and I don't understand them."

Luo Hong bravely took He Xi's arm, and the two of them walked to the shed at the back to check the situation while talking.

A hot air current blew in their faces, and they couldn't wear down jackets in the greenhouse. They took off their jackets and carefully checked the growth of the newly cultivated seeds. They found that they met the conditions for transplanting and could start distributing them.

The two girls were busy in the greenhouse until the end of the get off work day. When the time came, they packed up their things and went home.

Lu Jinan on the other side.

He always keeps a close eye on the watch on his wrist and strictly controls the time. The time is the same for every household, and no one can delay his getting off work.

Not long after he rescued the shanty dwellers in the village last time, he was officially appointed as the technician of Bazi Village and now is in charge of all matters concerning the shanty dwellers in the village.

Since it is their turn to sell vegetables recently, they specially asked technicians to check the quality. They will ship out another batch of goods at the end of the year and they will also celebrate the New Year.

As Lu Jinan's assistant, Xiao Yan naturally had to punch in for work. He had to go to work every day during the winter, and his resentment was no less than He Xi. Many young female comrades who had some strange thoughts in their hearts changed their minds. After all, his face was too "stinky".

Lu Jinan stretched his back while taking a break from his busy schedule. Has Xiaoxi always been so busy? The alternation of hot and cold was really uncomfortable.

Turning around and seeing Xiao Yan, he asked: When do you get off work?

Lu Jinan replied to him: Do you think I don’t want to? I want to get off work now. Can’t you see that there are still greenhouses to inspect?

Large greenhouse resident: "Technician Lu, Technician Lu..."

The technician and the assistant communicated silently and selflessly, comforting themselves in their hearts that it would be almost time, almost time, and they would be off work soon.

After inspecting the last greenhouse, Lu Jinan said to the village chief, "Uncle, I will be off work soon. You know I have to pick up He Xi after get off work."

The village chief looked at Lu Jinan with understanding, and took a puff of his old man's cigarette: "Okay, I get it. Those who know you are checking the time, but those who don't think you are deliberately showing off your watch again and again."

Lu Jinan simply adjusted his collar and asked seriously, "Is this outfit okay? Do I need to change into another set of clothes?"

Hearing this, the village chief was stunned at first, then laughed out loud: "The one who pleases himself is beautiful. That's good."

One is in a hurry to leave the company after get off work, and the other is in a hurry to pick up his girlfriend after get off work.

They are all activists who are off work, otherwise how could they get together?

There was a knock on the door of He Xi's office, and a man pushed the door open and came in, asking, "Is Technician He here?"

"She's not here." Shen Chuan's attitude was cold and his tone was irritable: "She left after get off work and said, 'Why do you have to work overtime to do something that can be done at work?' You can find her next week!"

In their impression, when it comes to work assigned by the leader, they have to complete it today even if they have to work overtime until late at night, and they have to accept temporary assignments no matter how much work they have on hand.

Minister Jiang of the Ministry of Agriculture, drinking his tea calmly, had guessed it long ago.

what?

He Xi got off work?

Director Zhao of the Culture and Publicity Department pushed up his glasses and said to Minister Jiang, "Minister Jiang, don't you care about your subordinates? It's only a few hours since they got off work. Doesn't she know that the workload is heavy before the New Year?"

Minister Jiang blew away the foam on the tea leaves. "The stipulated time to get off work is to rest. Didn't she say, 'Why work overtime to complete something that can be completed during work?' Shouldn't Director Zhao reflect on himself? Okay, I'm going to get off work too. Please leave."

Everyone in the Propaganda Department looked at Minister Jiang's back with envy and jealousy. He Xi had already left work, and her leader didn't care. It was really good to be Minister Jiang's subordinate.

Someone suggested, "Director, why don't we go off work as well? Everyone has left, and we can't find anyone to organize the talent show?"

Director Zhao glared at her with a ferocious expression, "Then why didn't you start earlier and wait until everyone got off work before coming here?"

Someone was so angry that he retorted: "We wanted to come here before, but didn't the director tell us to do this or that? Oh, the credit is yours, but the fault is all ours? I won't do it anymore."

With a "bang", the script fell heavily in front of Director Zhao.

"Pa, pa." Scripts were thrown in front of her one after another. She shouted, "You're not going to do it anymore, right?" Director Zhao nodded angrily, "Okay, good, there will be a time when you will ask me for forgiveness."

Director Zhao was the last one to leave. The security guard rolled his eyes at her. What was so great about pretending to be a good leader?