Zhang Yifu lives in the old dormitory courtyard of Jijing Power Supply Bureau. Basically, the people in the same courtyard are all colleagues of their parents. On the weekend, the neighbors who were traveling around saw a tall man carrying a big suitcase into the courtyard, and they all surrounded him. Needless to say, it was the son of Lao Zhang and his family's college student.

"Yaohu! Is this considered graduation?" An aunt came over with a palm-leaf fan.

"Yes, I'm counting as graduation." Zhang Yifu just responded casually and did not stop.

"How is the assignment? Have you gone to the department?" Another middle-aged man asked immediately, "There are not many college students in the entire college, just pointing at you as a leader!"

"Haha, I didn't go to the Ministry."

"...It doesn't matter, it's too difficult to get into the ministry directly. It seems that I'm going to the North China Bureau, right?"

"I didn't go to the North China Bureau either."

The neighbors were a little surprised. After a few seconds of embarrassment, someone asked, "Are you here to our power supply bureau? It's okay... they are all their own people, so it's easy to take care of them."

"No, either." Zhang Yifu shook his head.

Everyone looked at each other.

They are all insiders and have a very clear understanding of the system structure. They are not ministries, power management bureaus, and power supply bureaus. Then there are probably only power plants. One of the best college students in the college, the college student of Lao Zhang's family, actually entered the power plants after graduation!

It was hard for everyone to say anything more, and it was not to comfort me, so they had to watch Zhang Yifu leave the crowd and go home alone.

"I guess the grades are too bad." The aunt looked at Zhang Yifu's back and sighed, "It's a pity to go to the power plant..."

"Yes, Lao Wang and his children are assigned to the Electric Power Management Bureau after graduation from junior college."

"After all, it's Lao Wang. He is also the director of the Electric Power Administration Bureau, just work hard."

"But Lao Zhang... was also the leader of the Electric Power Administration Bureau before."

"That happened so many years ago? Now he can only repair the power meter?"

"Hey... It's a pity that Yifu. Our circle has been passed down from generation to generation, so his father can't help him."

"I originally said that I was a good matchmaker, and the girl from Chief Song's family also liked Yifu very much. Now, I guess she was ruined."

"Haha, please stop now. Which girl is willing to marry into the power plant? What's more, Chief Song's house!"

So, neighbors began to sigh at the unfortunate experience of the old Zhang family.

Lao Zhang and Zhang Guodong were naturally unlucky when they were demoted from the power management bureau to the power supply bureau. However, it is gratifying that he trained an outstanding college student son and entered the power system after graduation. As long as the starting point is not low, it will be no problem to become a director in the future.

If you have to classify, the Power Supply Bureau is considered a third-level unit, with the power management bureau above and the ministries and commissions above. Relatively speaking, it is difficult for the children of the Regional Power Supply Bureau to produce talents. Therefore, in the circle of the Power Supply Bureau dormitory, everyone is very optimistic about Zhang Yifu, pointing at him to ascend to heaven alone to support the entire hospital. Therefore, they respect Zhang Guodong relatively much. Even Zhang Guodong's leaders have indirectly expressed their vision of being willing to become a family.

But now, everything has become a bubble. Once this person enters the power plant, he doesn't know how many years he will have to survive. In this era, intellectuals have a sense of superiority. Intellectuals should engage in technology and management work. The power plant is a place where workers gather. Zhang Yifu has fallen into a class. Among the neighbors discussing, there are many people who are gloating. At the same time, they can't help but scream. If you don't make a good fortune, then who will have a promising child? Many people before saw Zhang Guodong, they felt inferior, but now they are comfortable. The power plant is the lowest-level unit. His son who graduated from high school may be better than Zhang Yifu in the future.

In the yard, they said that Zhang Yifu didn't care at all, nor did he care at all. At this time, he just wanted to go home and meet his parents soon. It doesn't matter if others don't understand. The key is to make their parents feel at ease.

At the door of the house, when his mother Ning Lan opened the door, she saw that her baby son returned without complaining, and she was full of surprise on her face, but she complained: "Why did you say that you will be back when you come back? I'd like to ask your dad and I to pick you up at the train station!"

"I'm so old, why are you going to pick up?" Zhang Yifu smiled and picked up his luggage into the house. "I can't stay for two days, and I'm going to report to the unit soon."

"It's really... the arrangement is too tight." Ning Lan wiped the apron with both hands, quickly took off her apron, picked up the old leather wallet full of wrinkles, "You rest first, mom, hurry up and buy a fish, and eat your favorite braised fish tonight."

"No need, just eat whatever you want." Zhang Yifu advised, "The meal has been very rich these two days."

"Don't worry." Ning Lan ignored the advice at all, did what she said, changed her shoes and hurried out, her face full of joy and happiness.

"What a good mother." Zhang Yifu looked at Ning Lan's back and smiled. His mother didn't ask where she was assigned to her, and just rushed to buy fish, which was touching enough.

At this time, Zhang Guodong also rushed to the door, raised his glasses and looked carefully before speaking in surprise: "Yifu?"

Ning Lan looks younger than her peers, while her father Zhang Guodong is older. His heavy old-fashioned glasses and white hair on his temples make people feel that he should be a person who is about to retire.

"It's me." Zhang Yifu stepped forward repeatedly, "When mom saw me, she went out to buy fish, and she couldn't stop it..."

"Hehe, your mother is so kind." After seeing her son clearly, Zhang Guodong stepped forward and smiled, "Come on, come on, take a break, wait for the things and then pack up."

So, Zhang Yifu followed his father to sit on the sofa in the living room.

It is said to be a leather sofa, but in fact the leather is already ragged, and some places even reveal the yellow sponge inside. The screen of the old TV opposite is not much bigger than the IPAD in the future. But then again, in this era, families with these things seem to be good.

Zhang Guodong was naturally happy when he saw his son. He smoked a pack of Su cigarettes from under the coffee table, lit them happily, and then smiled and pushed the cigarette box towards Zhang Yifu: "It's been four years, should you learn it?"

"I learned to learn." Zhang Yifu refused, "But if you can draw less, just try less."

"This is right, I'll try it if necessary. I'm happy today. I'll get it." Zhang Guodong shook his head and smiled, "How is it? Where are you assigned to work?"

The conversation with my father is always like this. Zhang Yifu did not intend to answer this question in a roundabout way, but just lowered his head and said, "I went to the Jibei Power Plant."

When he said this, Zhang Yifu was ready to be complained.

"Jibei Power Plant? OK!" Zhang Guodong looked happy, "I was there when I first started working! The second largest power plant in North China! It's very training-oriented!"
Chapter completed!