As expected, not long after Xu Qing finished chatting with Ma Jiefang, he was called to the office of the security section chief.

Looking at Section Chief Ma, whose face showed no emotion, Xu Qing stood inside, ready to face the storm.

Unexpectedly, Ma Guohua did not directly reprimand, nor did he get angry and beat anyone.

But when he saw Xu Qing coming, he pointed to the chair beside him and said: "Sit down first."

Xu Qing felt uneasy, nodded and said yes, then walked to the chair and sat down.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

I thought that after sitting down, Section Chief Ma would ask me why he wanted to be a virgin with his daughter Ma Jinghong.

But in the next ten minutes, Xu Qing saw Section Chief Ma, lowering his head to deal with things, and said nothing to himself.

This made Xu Qing feel even more uneasy.

The words he had thought of on the way could not be uttered. As a result, Xu Qing felt that those words were very inappropriate, so he started to think about the words and sentences again.

At this moment, Ma Guohua, the section chief, stood up, left his desk, smoked a cigarette and walked towards Xu Qingdao:

"Boy, do you know why I called you here today?"

With the sudden interruption, Xu Qing's half-thought-out reply came to an abrupt end.

As for what I had thought about before, I can’t seem to remember it.

Xu Qing could only stand up in a hurry and said: "Uncle Ma, I know why you called me here. This is all my fault and has nothing to do with Jinghong. If you criticize me or scold me, I will accept it."

Xu Qing said it bravely.

Ma Guohua laughed, without any anger on his face. He smoked the cigarette in his hand and looked at Xu Qing quietly.

"Boy, even if you have a decent attitude, are honest, and act like a man, if you open your mouth and say that you will never date my daughter from now on, then uncle, I won't be as good-looking as I am now."<

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Xu Qing looked surprised and didn't understand what it meant.

Ma Guohua blew out a smoke ring and sighed:

"If you are a female college student, I, as a father, can't care about the affairs of young people like you, but I can say the ugly things first.

If you really want to date my daughter, I won’t stop you, and I won’t tell your aunt, but if you dare to abandon my daughter all the time and bully her, then I will definitely stand up for my daughter and I will never do it.

I won’t spare you any mercy, kid!”

Xu Qing looked at Ma Guohua blankly, feeling surprised and happy.

I feel that I am worthy of being a section chief. This broad-mindedness and capacity are really unmatched by ordinary people.

But the second half of the other person's words was full of warning, which made Xu Qing very sad. It was precisely because Ma Guohua was the section chief, so if he broke up with Ma Jinghong in the future, he was afraid that his life in the factory would be ruined.

It’s not going to be easy.

Ma Guohua paused for a moment, then turned to Xu Qing and said: "The factory is expected to conduct a formalization assessment at the beginning of next month. This matter has been initially finalized. You kid, hurry back to the workshop and learn more from Lao Zhang. Don't be late by then.

Pass and save yourself the shame!"

"By the way, don't tell others casually, just know it yourself."

Xu Qing was shocked again and quickly nodded to Ma Guohua to thank him.

"Thank you, Uncle Ma."

Ma Guohua put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray in front of his desk, waved his hand, "When you go out, remember to close the door for me."

Xu Qing walked out of the section chief's office, opened the door, stood in the corridor, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The heart in my throat fell back into my chest again.

And at the same time.

Ma Jinghong, who works in the art troupe, is reporting to their leader Cao Chunhua that Cao Xiaojun was entangled in a fight with Xu Qing yesterday.

Cao Chunhua, the head of the cultural troupe, has an old face, and is as black as the bottom of a pot.

Hearing Ma Jinghong's words, she angrily threw the teacup in her hand on the table with a bang.

He naturally knew that his idle son was causing trouble for him outside all day long, and he, the father, had to wipe his ass.

Before, Cao Chunhua had long thought about arranging his son Cao Xiaojun to join the art troupe, but he never had the chance and he didn't dare to mess around.

After all, if one person is not good enough, he might not be able to serve as the leader of the regiment.

As for other opportunities, Cao Chunhua certainly has his own, but his unsatisfactory son will not live up to his expectations except to create obstacles for him.

He makes trouble with people every three days, and gets into trouble when trouble occurs.

If not, because of his status as the head of a cultural troupe, he would lose face and look for many people, vying for a good job that they couldn't get.

He, like me, has paved the road, but his son doesn’t like it, so what can he do?

Cao Xiaojun only wants to be a cadre, his heart is higher than the sky, and he looks down upon the job as a worker.

As for cadres, it’s not that easy.

Cao Chunhua was just an official in Sijiucheng. Cao Xiaojun didn't study well. He didn't even finish junior high school and was expelled for fighting.

Over the years, Cao Chunhua has wanted to send him to a remote mountain village so that he could temporarily have the status of a cadre. Although he would have to endure some hardships, it would still work if he could be gradually put into operation and then transferred back.

The problem is, Cao Xiaojun doesn’t want to go and directly refuses.

"I want to be a cadre in Sijiu City and won't go anywhere!"

What could Cao Chunhua do? He blew his beard and stared in anger. He beat him several times but had no effect.

So we simply let him fend for himself. If we can't control him, then we don't care.

Unexpectedly, yesterday afternoon, my son got into trouble again.

Cao Chunhua was so angry that he finished a cigarette and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. He turned to Ma Jinghong and said:

"Jinghong, I know about this. When I go back tonight, I will take good care of him!"

Ma Jinghong didn’t leave just because of the group leader’s prevarication.

Instead, he continued to stand in the head's office, looked at Cao Chunhua and said:

"Captain, I know you are usually busy worrying about the affairs of our group and it's very hard, but your son made trouble for my partner yesterday. If you don't give me an explanation, I will continue to report it to you."

Cao Chunhua's heart skipped a beat, and his body trembled.

Although he doesn't care much about Cao Xiaojun, he is well aware that his son likes Ma Jinghong.

However, as the leader of the group, he couldn't say anything about it.

First of all, Ma Jinghong performed very well in the group, and her appearance was one of the best among the young girls in the group.

Secondly, as the leader of the group, it is inconvenient for him to interfere in the affairs of young people, and besides, it is a private matter.

Cao Xiaojun wanted to pursue him, and he felt in his heart that his son had finally done something reliable.

Cao Chunhua very much hopes that Ma Jinghong can become his daughter-in-law.

But just now I heard Ma Jinghong say that her son had a fight with her partner yesterday.

Cao Chunhua was confused. He subconsciously supported the desk with his right hand, lowered his head, and grabbed the teacup. While drinking water to cover up the embarrassment on his face, he secretly thought about how to eliminate the incident before it had a negative impact on him.<

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If Ma Jinghong really reflects upwards, his career may stop here.

Although it may not seem like a big deal, it happens now and then.

These days, the quality of your reputation has a great impact on future development.

He is the leader, and his reputation cannot be stained.

Even if it exists, let others not know about it and erase it without anyone noticing.

After Cao Chunhua thought to himself, he held the teacup in his hand and said to Ma Jinghong in a gentle tone:

"In this way, when I get off work at noon, I will go back to deal with him. For the sake of my face, don't react upward. Do you think so?"

Ma Jinghong nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left.

When Cao Chunhua saw Ma Jinghong leaving, he immediately sat down heavily on the chair, frowning and smoking, feeling very angry.

After thinking about it, I decided that it would be better to go back early and take care of my restless son, so as to save him from causing trouble for me again.

Having made up his mind, Cao Chunhua stubbed out a cigarette without finishing it, left the office, and asked the deputy commander to temporarily take over the affairs of the regiment. He hurried home before getting off work at noon.<
Chapter completed!