Chapter 513 On the eve of mass layoffs
Chapter 513: On the eve of mass layoffs
Just as Wei's mother was about to get up, Song Qi quickly held her back.
“Mom, I’m not sure yet, don’t listen to Brother Lin’s nonsense!”
Song Qi twitched and felt a little embarrassed in front of Wei Lan and Wei Lin.
Just for a while, Song Qi hesitated and turned to look at Wei Lin, "Brother Lin, you are at home at this time, right? Are you too?"
Wei Lin sighed, nodded helplessly and said: "The textile factory has stopped production and is waiting for work."
"What?"
"What?"
Song Qi and Mother Wei said in unison.
One person had an expression as if the sky was falling, while the other person had a face full of disbelief.
"It has something to do with your dad, and you got into the exam yourself. How can you say that you will be laid off just because you are laid off? Are these people who are raised by family members, seeing that your dad has retired, my old Wei family will be easy to bully?"
Mother Wei slapped the rattan coffee table, and the bowl of white fungus soup that Wei Lin had placed on it was knocked over and scattered all over the place. However, Mother Wei had no intention of restraining herself. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and was ready to rush forward. Going out to have a fight with the National People's Congress.
(Pangjiaer: a dialect of the older generation in Beijing, meaning mistress or mistress.)
Wei's mother is not usually a gentle person, and she always gives orders in a commanding tone. Over the years, Wei Xueliang has displayed a squeamish and domineering attitude, but this time she directly acted like a shrew. She is really angry. It's not easy.
Wei Lin and Song Qi have similar thoughts. He is already an adult, has a wife and a child, and is about to have a second child. How can he still be the same as when he was a child, with his parents pointing out everything?
"Mom, we are a military family, a military family! Do you have the most basic qualities and self-cultivation? Look at what you are talking about? What kind of children are you raising?" Wei Lin was mentally burdened, and when he heard Wei's mother He spoke carelessly and said without controlling his tone, "The older you get, the harder it is to carry it!"
"I can't carry it clearly? I'm not afraid that you will be bullied..." Mother Wei's eyes were red and she was choked with sobs.
If anything goes on, it will inevitably trigger a family war of the century.
“Stop making any noise.”
Wei Lan took back her hand that was pressing on the blinds and looked back at the crying and sad-faced people in the room. "Mom, my brother is out of work, which is different from being laid off."
“Song Qi, too, don’t cry. You have a baby in your belly and you don’t know what’s going on. I happen to be at home today, so I asked him to accompany you for a set of tests.”
Wei Lin thought the same thing, rubbed his face and cheered up, "Mom, where is the household registration book? I need it for hospital registration."
Wei's mother was so angry that she never delayed in getting things done. She went back to her room and quickly found her household registration book and gave it to Wei Lin.
The sun was shining brightly outside. Wei Lan put on Song Qi his sunhat hanging at the door. When sending the two of them out, Wei Lan looked at Wei Lin and said, "Brother, don't be too stressed. This thing can't just happen." In our family, since others can live their lives as before, why can’t we?”
Whether it is software conditions or hardware conditions, their situation is much better than others.
Wei Lan was right. Wei Lin didn't know what happened to other factories, but the textile factory where he worked was closed for production. He was not the only one who was affected, but all the textile factory employees.
Wei Lin paused and nodded slightly. Although his smile was still forced and wrinkled, it relaxed slightly, "Mom, please help me to persuade her. Leave Zhizhi at home and keep an eye on her."
"Yeah." Wei Lan nodded and looked at Song Qi, whose eyes were red and swollen and a little distracted.
(End of this chapter)