On Monday morning, Qingyang Avenue, as the main road running north and south of Qingyang City, congestion has become the norm. The motor vehicle lanes are almost unable to move, and even the non-motor vehicle lanes are like tides, which looks quite spectacular.

Although the uniqueness of an individual is now emphasized, every individual is very impressive. But even the unique individuals are brought into such a torrent, and they seem to be just an ordinary member.

Zhou Jianliang is an ordinary member of it.

Riding an electric bike, he mixed in the middle of countless similar cars and drove to the place where he went to work. At an intersection, he did not continue moving forward, but turned right in. This was not where he went to work, but there was a newsstand here.

He stopped next to the newsstand, with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the pedal of the electric car. He twisted his neck and looked at the boss in the newsstand: "Is the latest "Sports Weekly" here?"

"Here, I'm just here." The boss got up and took a copy for Zhou Jianliang.

Zhou Jianliang took the newspaper and before he could read it, he saw a photo of his son in a prominent position on the front page.

"Book of Changes' Bundesliga debut is perfect!"

Zhou Jianliang asked the boss: "Boss, how many copies are there?"

"I just bought thirty copies..."

"I want it all!" Zhou Jianliang said.

"You want it all?" The other party was surprised. "Thirty copies, have you seen so many of them alone?"

"Well, I'll help someone else take care of it." Zhou Jianliang said.

The boss does not refuse such a business. Anyway, it is also a sell to one person, and it is also a sell to thirty people.

So he mentioned the remaining newspapers tied with ropes to Zhou Jianliang's electric vehicle pedals.

Zhou Jianliang paid the money, carried the newspapers and turned back onto the main road and drove towards the unit.

After arriving at the unit, Zhou Jianliang put the car in the carport well, and then entered the building with a thick stack of newspapers.

He met an acquaintance in the building.

"Oh, Lao Zhou, have you changed your career and sold newspapers?" My colleague joked with Zhou Jianliang.

When Zhou Jianliang saw the other party, he smiled and took out a copy from the newspaper and handed it to the other party: "Yes, it's changed career. But it's not sold, but it's a gift! Give it, go and see the copy!"

"What is this..." The other party took it and saw two huge bold characters "Zhou Yi".

"Your son?!" He looked at Zhou Jianliang in surprise.

"Yes. Yes, I finally have some success, haha!" Zhou Jianliang continued to walk in with a smile, holding the twenty-nine newspapers in his hand.

When he arrived at the office, Zhou Jianliang was like giving wedding candies when he got married. He stuffed a portion of them when he saw someone. Everyone was very surprised at the beginning, how did Old Zhou change to a "paid boy" today?

As a result, when I saw the word "Zhou Yi" on the front page, I understood it.

So they congratulated Zhou Jianliang on having a promising son.

Even the leaders of their department came out to congratulate Zhou Jianliang on giving birth to a good son.

Upon hearing everyone's congratulations, Zhou Jianliang's face burst into laughter.

Over the years, he has always been a diligent, low-key honest person in his workplace. This is the first time he has such a glorious place...

When he asked for leave to take his children to Beijing to participate in the audition finals, there were still people in the unit.

Now those who were talking behind their backs were also among the ranks of congratulations to Zhou Jianliang.

Zhou Jianliang felt very happy when he saw them.

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Qingyang Dianfeng Co., Ltd. was the predecessor of Qingyang Dianfeng Fueling Equipment Factory. After its restructuring, it became a joint-stock company, but it is still a state-owned enterprise. It mainly produces various gas stoves and water heaters.

Because it has cooperation with Qingyang Gas Company in Qingyang City, it is very well-known and has a relatively high market share. But except for Qingyang, it is not very popular, and it still has some strength in the province. In the Chinese market, the peak is just a small shrimp.

Zhou Yi's mother Li Cuiyun works in a peak agency. She is not engaged in production or sales, but in administrative management and office work.

It seems that the work is idle, but the income is not high. After all, sales are successful, and the salary for front-line production is not low. However, the main advantage of administrative work in the office is leisure and time.

The office is where the yin is strong and the yang is weak. In the department where Li Cuiyun is located, there is only one old man waiting for retirement. The others are all women, and they are all middle-aged women and young people. No one is willing to come to this hopeless and angry office full of depressing atmosphere.

The most common thing a group of old women get together is not work, but chat and chat.

The parents and the others are short of each other. Yesterday, my neighbor made a strange sound, and a group of people who came through all burst into laughter, "You know"

Leading cadres are also the target of their gossip. A deputy manager of the headquarters company had sex with a female subordinate and was caught in bed. This kind of gossip is the most popular. The speaker speaks with a frosty mouth, vivid expressions, and rich body language. It is like when they were doing it in bed, she was watching from the side, which was very lively.

In addition, it is about discussing the most popular TV series recently. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas can always resonate with each other. The TV series can extend to "My friend's house and her daughter-in-law are quarreling with each other. My distant relative's son was urged by his wife to drive the old couple out."... Everyone was angry and sighed, "The world is so beautiful that people are not as good as the young people nowadays, it's better for us to do that."

And in these gossips, it is difficult to see Li Cuiyun.

If anyone in this office is really serious, it must be Li Cuiyun.

Every time a group of aunts chatted enthusiastically, Li Cuiyun would not participate, but instead buried herself in her desk to do things.

Even the old man who was waiting to retire would occasionally participate in the gossip of a group of women. Li Cuiyun was about the same age as them and was not much younger, but she never participated.

It’s not that she dislikes these people, but her personality is not the kind of mother-in-law and mother-in-law personality, and she has no interest in this kind of gossip.

If others ask her, she will say a few words, but she will not continue. Her indifferent and unsociable personality will naturally arouse dissatisfaction among some people in the office. Some people behind it say that she is aloof, but Li Cuiyun doesn't care about these other people's evaluations of herself.

She still does what she wants.

Monday is the peak of gossip in the office. Because the old women have accumulated two days of gossip news, they can't hold it in.

Usually, when people enter the office, they close the door, look around, and then start to say to everyone in the room in a mysterious tone: "Hey, have you heard of it?"

Then someone will say something: "What did you hear?"

Next, a gossip conference kicked off...

Today, gossip starts with the marriage of the son of the second sister Kang's neighbor's third uncle, and talks about the topic of the child's generation.

"My sister Wang is still your son is promising! He graduated from a prestigious university and now works in a large Shanghai company. He earns 20,000 yuan a month!" Sister Kang said to the elderly woman who thought her hair was a bit gray. This woman is the oldest in the office. She is second only to the man who is about to retire.

Sister Wang, who was praised, could not hide the pride on her face, but she still had to be modest: "Oh, what's the best in Shanghai? She's so far away from home, she only comes back once a year. It's your daughter who is filial, married a good husband, and opened a company!"

Sister Kang also had a clear look of joy on her face, but she also had to be humble and pretended to be humble: "It's not as good as Sister Wang, you said. Nowadays, entrepreneurs are not easy to do... By the way, Xiao Zhang, your daughter did a good job in college this time?"

The topic was so naturally overwhelmed by another person.

A woman who was slightly younger than both of these people and looked similar to Li Cuiyun said with a smile: "It's good that's fine, I barely went to Xichuan University..." Her smile formed a paradox with what she said. This may be "Chinese modesty."

Although Li Cuiyun was not involved, she could hear them all.

Especially when Sister Zhang said that her daughter had moved into Xichuan.

She couldn't help but think of her son Zhou Yi. If he hadn't gone out to play football, he would have finished the college entrance examination long ago. What university could he rely on? With his usual academic performance, let alone Tsinghua and Peking University, it would be difficult to go to 211 or not.

Thinking about it this way, maybe it would be better to play football?

But Li Cuiyun still felt a little regretful. She hoped that her son could achieve success through a good university and study, and would be more successful in the future than herself and her father. When she was young, she also had ambitions and dreams. She wanted to make achievements in her work and also won the outstanding employee of the unit once. But later she encountered a huge blow in the process of further progress. Now she is content with the status quo and just wants to provide her son with peace and safety.

So she put all her dreams and hopes of making a name for herself on Zhou Yi. She hoped that he could be better than her. When she was a child, Zhou Yi was indeed very smart. Before she could go to school, she could read and read.

From elementary school to junior high school, the academic performance is also very outstanding. Otherwise, how could I rely on Qingyang No. 1 High School, a leading key middle school in the market?

However, later, Zhou Yi's academic performance began to decline. Perhaps it was because there were too many students in Qingyang No. 1 High School. There were so many top students from other schools that were not worth mentioning when they came here, which made Zhou Yi lose interest in continuing to study.

Perhaps it was because he had invested too much energy in football that he had no intention of studying...

Now, playing football is a way out. Although you can't go to college and don't even get a high school diploma in terms of education, it's a success now, right? How many people in China know their sons?

Even Europeans cheered for him.

Just as he was thinking, Li Cuiyun was touched by an arm.

"Hey, Xiao Li, Xiao Li."

When Li Cuiyun came to her senses, she saw Kang Erjie's face like a round cake.

"Is there anything wrong, Sister Kang?" Li Cuiyun asked.

"How is your son doing in the exam? I haven't heard you talk about your son..." Kang Erjie asked.

Li Cuiyun had just opened her mouth and before she could make a sound, she heard Sister Zhang next to her say, "Oh, Sister Kang, don't you know? Xiao Li's son didn't take the college entrance examination?"

"Didn't participate?" Kang Erjie looked exaggerated and surprised, "What's going on?"

Li Cuiyun wanted to speak again, but was taken first by Sister Zhang again: "Some time ago, I heard that I was playing football... where did you go?" She frowned and thought for a long time, then shook her head and said, "I can't remember."

"Playing football? Ouch..." Sister Kang sighed, "What's the future of playing football in China now? A person who doesn't watch football knows that our national team is rotten, and even a small country like South Korea and Japan can't win! Oh, Xiao Li, how can you let your son play football? Didn't he go to Qingyang No. 1 High School? That's a key high school!"

Li Cuiyun didn't speak anymore this time, she was waiting for someone to "explain" her.

Sure enough, Sister Zhang lived up to expectations: "Hey, Sister Kang, you can't say that. Qingyang No. 1 High School also has good students and bad students? Not all students in key high schools can rely on a good university. But..." Speaking of this, she sighed. "No matter what, getting into a university is more reliable than going to football. Nowadays, it's not easy to find a job without a college degree. Xiao Li. Are you not in a hurry at all?"

Although these old ladies seemed to care about Li Cuiyun, Li Cuiyun was not stupid either. Naturally, they could hear the things they were holding guns and sticks in their words.

After his daughter was admitted to the university in the 211 project, she felt that she was superior to the person she hated the most in the office.

"That's right, Xiao Li. We know that your son likes to play football. But our father's purpose is to check the children. Those harmful interests and hobbies must be eliminated resolutely! What's the use of playing football? Can you make a lot of money by playing football? Can you be a good place to be a good place? If this continues, your son will be ruined in this life..."

Before Sister Kang could finish her words, the only male in a corner of the office, Lao Suntou, who is already 58 years old this year, suddenly said: "...In a Bundesliga match held last night in Beijing time, our city's player Zhou Yi made a substitute, completing his debut in the Bundesliga, scoring a goal and assisting... After the game, the German media has been selecting Zhou Yi as the best player on the spot. He won the best player as a substitute, and Zhou Yi's first Bundesliga debut is perfect. Domestic media can't wait to give Zhou Yi the title of "Hope of Chinese Football"..."

After reading this, he suddenly raised his voice and looked up at Li Cuiyun: "Hey, Xiao Li? Isn't this your son? Zhou Yi!"

His loud question was as if a bolt from the blue exploded in the office. Everyone calmed down and turned their heads to look at Lao Sun.

Sister Zhang reacted the fastest, and she quickly said, "Hey, Lao Sun, don't talk nonsense, right? There are many people in the world who share names and surnames..."

But Lao Sun raised the newspaper and pointed at the newspaper and said, "'Our city player Zhou Yi', this is Qingyang Daily!"

If Lao Sun's previous sentence was a bolt from the blue, then his current sentence would be a bombshell...

Now even Sister Zhang was speechless and could no longer speak.

In the silence, Li Cuiyun said softly: "Well, it's my unscrupulous son."
Chapter completed!