By the time Zhuang Jianye returned to Xingzhou, it was already past eight o'clock at night. After all, the mid-1980s was unlike later generations, with rich nightlife and service industries that did not close until midnight.
As soon as it got dark, businesses closed down one after another, so when Zhuang Jianye went home, it was a quiet journey. Fortunately, the house was still lively. Ning Xiaodong and others were all there, discussing the situation of tomorrow's wedding.
It sounds lively, but if you listen carefully, it's just how to divide the melon seeds; how much candy to get; whether the two newlyweds should bite apples or dates, etc. Topics are far less complicated than twenty or thirty years later.
Zhuang Jianye just yawned after listening for a while. After being glared at by Ning Xiaohui, he could only make a pot of tea and drink it.
"Then the host is decided. Lao Luan has already written the script. He said that when he was in the army, he presided over all the marriages of his officers and soldiers. There is absolutely no problem."
Just when Zhuang Jianye felt sleepy again, Ning Xiaodong finally said something that surprised him, which restrained the sleepy man who climbed up, but it was just a restraint. Luan Heping usually liked to chatter. Going up to be a host can be regarded as making the best use of people.
So Zhuang Jianye nodded mechanically, took a sip of tea, and was about to continue to be lazy and doze off, when he heard Lu Ming on the opposite side ask: "By the way, Jianye, how many people can you come over tomorrow?"
"This" When asked this question, Zhuang Jianye was startled for a moment, and then frowned: "I didn't give much notice. I guess only a few familiar people can come over, and the rest"
Zhuang Jianye thought for a while and shook his head: "I probably won't come back."
"How many people can come? Please give me an accurate estimate. I have to report it to the hotel manager later." Lu Ming was a little anxious. The most important thing for a wedding banquet is the number of guests, so that it can be easily booked.
It would be easier to handle this matter in other families. If you count the seven aunts and eight aunts on your fingers, you will understand. The problem is that the social influence of the old Ning family is not small, and the related parties have Even they themselves don't know how many people there are, so it's really hard to calculate how many people will come that day.
Ning Xiaodong and others did nothing else during the day. They just counted the heads on their fingers. They finally worked out a rough idea. Now Zhuang Jianye appeared, so naturally they wanted to know more about it.
Zhuang Jianye frowned and thought for a while. He didn't mention it in the factory when his sister-in-law got married. That is to say, people like Shen Jianwei, Lin Guanghua, and Peng Chuan who came out of Yonghong Factory back then knew that, including family members and so on, they would only have twenty to survive. With so many people, we can only squeeze in two tables.
So Zhuang Jianye took a sip of tea and said: "There are only about twenty people. They are all old people from Yonghong Factory and they all know Xiaoxue. You can count them as three tables. If you have more money, it will be easier to arrange. "
Lu Ming nodded and did not write anything down in the notebook. Instead, she looked at Ning Xiaohui aside. Obviously, this resolute and resolute man-in-law knew very well what kind of character Zhuang Jianye had at home. He was a replica of Ning Zhishan.
In addition to having a gentler temper, he is the uncle at home. It is not so exaggerated to open his mouth and stretch out his hands when talking about food. He has no idea in his heart. It is absolutely real. If nothing else, Lu Ming now asked Zhuang Jianye where to put tomorrow's new clothes. , this product is absolutely impossible to find.
"Let's count five tables. It would be bad if it's not enough to make a joke." Ning Xiaohui was naturally more awake than Zhuang Jianye who only dozed off. After thinking about it, he gave a reliable number, and Lu Ming nodded with satisfaction. head.
A direct relative of a director of a large factory got married with only two tables. No one would believe it. Unless this large factory is going to be ruined, someone will spread the news. When the time comes, there won¡¯t be enough tables. , but what to do?
Fortunately, Ning Xiaohui is a good player at home. Otherwise, what would happen if people like the old man and Zhuang Jianye were there? Fortunately, my own Xiaodong is pretty good. He is able to train me well in the hall, kitchen, bedhehe, this is a good man for the Gu family.
The more the competition here, the more Lu Ming felt that Ning Xiaodong was ten thousand times better than Zhuang Jianye, and his mood improved inexplicably. Naturally, the speed of discussion was much faster, and tomorrow's matters were discussed in less than an hour. All settled.
After they were sent away, Zhuang Jianye dove into the sofa. Ning Xiaohui slapped Zhuang Jianye's butt in an annoyed tone: "Go to sleep in the house."
"Where's Dudu?"
"I played with the old man all day today and didn't come back." Ning Xiaohui put down the tea set and went to push Zhuang Jianye, but she felt her hand touch Zhuang Jianye's shoulder and was let go.
Ning Xiaohui was startled and was about to scream when 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 cheeksHe blushed and punched Zhuang Jianye on the chest. Zhuang Jianye laughed and carried him into the bedroom.
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At noon the next day, Zhuang Jianye was a little depressed. When Luan Heping asked him if he paid too much in public food yesterday, Zhuang Jianye naturally denied it with righteousness and awe, and then asked this old crooked man, "You have been busy so early in the morning?" , give it a try.
If this were an ordinary person, they would just follow Zhuang Jianye's words, but who is Lao Luan? He was thick-skinned when he was a soldier, but now that he has entered the business world, he can almost become a tank armor, so he chuckled: "That's right. You are still young, and you should try to have a child while your health is still good. I heard that your factory is ranked last in the family planning system, and it is not far behind this one. Anyway, the organization is used to it."
"When you are older, don't envy young people who are energetic and carry your manuscripts when you have nothing to do!" Zhuang Jianye didn't respond directly without being polite at all.
Luan Heping, however, chuckled and said something that almost made Zhuang Jianye's head full of black lines: "Your sister-in-law is pregnant again, what do you think? Are you envious?"
"Get out!" Zhuang Jianye had no choice but to yell angrily and coax the guy away.
Seeing Zhuang Jianye looking like he wanted to eat people, Luan Heping immediately left with a bad smile. Since there were more people here today, many people saw the scene where Zhuang Jianye and Luan Heping were joking. Most people didn't care, but there was one A small number of people are aggrieved.
Among them were Qiao Chenyu and Cui Wen who were passing by.
"Bah~~ You treat basic national policies as a trivial matter just because you have two stinky riches!" Seeing that no one was paying attention, Qiao Chenyu spat. Cui Wen on the side frowned and sighed: "Then what can you do? What else can you do? Can you sue others?"
"I" Qiao Chenyu was like a duck being pinched by the neck. He was speechless all of a sudden, his face turned red from suppressing it, and finally he said coldly: "I just can't stand these individual upstarts, they look so condescending. What does this place look like? Guesthouse No. 1, the facade and signboard of Yonghong Factory, what has become now? It was used as a wedding reception venue, Old Cui, don¡¯t you feel uncomfortable after seeing it? "
"What can I do if I feel uncomfortable? Who would have thought that after Ning Zhishan retires, his children will start to make a fortune, and each one will be more capable than the other. Look at you and me, what can we do if we become the deputy director of the factory? It's not like that every month. Ten yuan salary, hey~~ Instead of thinking about these useless things, it¡¯s more reasonable to think about what to do next in the factory.¡±
When Cui Wen said this, Qiao Chenyu's face looked a little ugly, and he still scratched his neck and said angrily: "I just feel aggrieved!"
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