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Chapter 28 Waiting

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    "I myself graduated from Hangzhou University and now work in the Education Bureau. Although I didn't specialize in this field, I have read a lot of books and my professional knowledge is fairly solid."

    Dong Fang said while pointing to his younger brother: "This is my younger brother. He works in a machinery factory in a neighboring county and knows some crafts."

    "Young people, you have a simple mind. In terms of thinking, it's okay to be naive. I'm someone who has experienced it, so I can understand it. But your qualifications really don't meet the requirements. Just because you are a college student and a worker in a machinery factory  , this really can¡¯t be a factory.¡±

    "You guys, go back honestly, what should you do?" The section chief let the siblings out of the office with a smile: "Next time, don't drink a few pots of wine and think about going out into the society."  Yes. It¡¯s not easy to live a stable and happy life, so cherish it.¡±

    "But!" After hearing this, Jun Tao was still unconvinced in his heart, and Dong Fang grabbed his elbow when the words came to his lips.

    "Brother, being impulsive is not the way to do things."

    Dong Fang whispered persuasion in Jun Tao's ear, then turned her head and bowed to the section chief to express her gratitude.

    On the way home, Jun Tao complained to herself, but Dong Fang couldn't hear what she said clearly.  She kept thinking about what the section chief said just now, and she felt that her heart was in a panic.

    After all, Jin County's folk customs are conservative, and the mountainous areas are closed. It is obviously impossible to say that it is open to outside cities.  Besides, what the section chief said just now might not be a reasonable reason for refusal.  If the qualifications don't match, then it's useless no matter how good the idea is, it can only be aborted.

    At night, tossing and turning, Dong Fang couldn't fall asleep no matter what.  She simply approved a coat and got up, opened the window and looked at the stars in the sky.

    She opened the drawer, took out a stack of letter paper, and sighed softly.  After thinking for a long time, I just started writing.

    Dong Fang always thought that Shuqing was busy with his studies in the United States, and the task of writing a thesis was too heavy, which might disturb his tranquility.  Therefore, she has not communicated with Shuqing for many days.

    The rejection of opening a factory became a thorn in her heart. She felt so uncomfortable, and she didn't know who to talk to.

    The tip of the pen fell on the letter paper, and I wrote a lot eloquently.  Dong Fang described how she made speakers, how popular they were in the market, and even how she was rejected for opening a factory in the daytime.

    In addition to resolving worries, Dong Fang hoped to get Shu Qing's advice.  During these years abroad, Shu Qing has gained a lot of knowledge, and his vision of seeing things must be a little ahead of her.

    No matter how disappointed she is, she has not given up on setting up a factory by herself.  She still believed that it was useless to give up on herself.  All hopes are created with one's own hands and abilities.

    After writing the letter, Dong Fang hugged the letter paper to her chest and took a deep breath.  She didn't know what Shuqing would think when he read her letter, but she knew that Shuqing would understand her pain.

    As the days go on, Dong Fang still pays attention to various current affairs news in the country every day, and it seems that the days have returned to calm.  But in fact, only Dong Weicheng and Jun Tao knew that Dong Fang was dormant, waiting for a new opportunity.

    On a sunny afternoon, Dong Fang leaned on a chair in the office, wiping the hot sweat off her head with a towel.  Her gaze caught on to a letter on the desk with an air postmark.

    Dong Fang recognized the vigorous handwriting, which was Shuqing's handwriting, and he wrote back.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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