Chapter 299 Fang Meng touched his pocket money.

The two vehicles returned in about half an hour. As soon as the military jeep came to a stop, the man from the No. 1 Machinery Factory, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pushed open the door and ran out.

With a clear goal, head straight for Bainuo!

"Factory..." The R&D department head, who had been standing next to An Yun, went up to her with a look of anticipation, only to see that their factory manager didn't even glance at him. When he got close, the manager turned around and walked right past him.

The head of the R&D department looked completely bewildered. His gaze followed the factory manager's and turned behind him, almost twisting his own neck in the process.

"Comrade Bai, do you have time to grab a bite? Let me tell you, the chef in our cafeteria is absolutely top-notch. Look, it's almost noon, you guys must be hungry, right? How about we go to the cafeteria for a meal?"

Fang Meng strolled over leisurely, and upon hearing this, he rolled his eyes and curled his lip in disdain: "You're almost forty years old, and you still have the nerve to ask my little girl to call you 'brother'? You're comfortable with it, but we're too embarrassed to call you that!"

"..." This brat who's always sabotaging others!

The factory owner didn't want to pay any attention to this brat at the moment. He was once the most troublesome soldier in the entire military region. The word "troublesome" came first, so you can imagine how prestigious he was.

Getting angry with this brat is like having endless rage.

But this kid's abilities are one in a million; he's a natural-born soldier, making the leaders of the military region both love and hate him. In the end, they still have to pamper and indulge him, afraid that if they make this little darling uncomfortable, other military region leaders might take advantage of the situation and poach him.

As the first squad leader to take charge of this brat, I know him all too well.

"Sizzle!"

Seeing that the old squad leader ignored him, Fang Meng stood to the side with his hands in his pockets and continued to chat.

"What's so good about the food in that canteen? You're a grown man, why are you so stingy? If you want to treat my girl to a meal, you should at least get a five-dish meal and a soup from a state-run restaurant." After saying that, Fang Meng glanced at the old squad leader's pocket with a sly grin, raised his eyebrows, and leaned closer, asking with a grin, "Squad leader, how much pocket money does your wife give you a month? Is it enough to eat?"

"..." The old squad leader gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He kept telling himself that he was now the head of a factory and a cultured man with some power. He couldn't hit the child, no matter how naughty the child was. He simply raised his hand and pushed that handsome but particularly punchable face away.

"Your sister-in-law is so generous to me. She gives me five yuan a month for pocket money, five yuan, you know!" The factory manager said with pride. You know, his friend who is the manager of a cannery only earns three yuan a month. He has to bring home some vegetables occasionally, and his wife doesn't reimburse him. He even has to be stingy when it comes to smoking.

Oh no, oh no!

"Tsk!" Fang Meng pulled out a ten-yuan note from his pocket, waved it triumphantly in front of the old squad leader, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and smiled brightly, "See this? This is pocket money given to me by my little girl."

The factory manager frowned slightly, glanced at the large ten-yuan note, then turned to look at Fang Meng's smug expression, and finally looked earnestly at the little girl who had been silently watching the commotion.

“Girl, brother, no, let me tell you something. You can’t be soft on men, especially when it comes to pocket money. You have to control it, or sooner or later they’ll turn the world upside down. This is all for the sake of peace in the family. You know, once a man has a little money in his pocket, he’ll start to get cocky.”

Bai Nuo looked at the factory manager in front of her with amusement, who had suddenly changed his tune. Before she could even nod, Fang Meng next to her objected.

"No, Sergeant, that's not fair. That's a fallacy."

"How could that be nonsense!" The factory manager looked at Fang Meng seriously and explained the reasons to him one by one.

Factory manager: "You met my parents before, right? They had a very good relationship, didn't they?"

Fang Meng recalled that when they first came back to the military region for rest after leaving the battlefield, they happened to run into the old sergeant's parents who came to the military region to visit their son, mainly to see if he was still healthy.

The old couple did have a very good relationship. He was often taken to the family compound for meals by the old squad leader, which he was quite envious of at the time.

Thinking of this, Fang Meng nodded obediently.

The factory manager chuckled and said with satisfaction, "Right? My parents haven't had a single argument since they got married. Even my grandma says she married a good daughter-in-law. I overheard my mom telling this to my wife. She said that it's because of these reasonable and moderate rules and regulations that a couple can live harmoniously together. If everything is done as one pleases, or if one is indulged and spoiled, things will fall apart. Especially men are like children; they need to be taught. If they are taught well in all aspects, the family will be stable."

Fang Meng nodded subconsciously after hearing this, but then he saw the 100-yuan note in his hand. He felt that this delightful note was about to be taken from him, so he quickly stuffed it into his pocket and didn't dare to look at his little girl.

It's not that he's stingy with money, it's just...

I have a feeling that the days when I could spend money as I pleased are getting further and further away from me.

"Well, how about we go check out the canteen at Factory No. 1? I've heard that the head chef here came from a state-run restaurant in Beijing. He's a level seven master chef, and I bet his skills can't even compare to those of the state-run restaurants here."

Fang Meng awkwardly touched his nose, glanced cautiously at the little girl who was enjoying the commotion, and reached out to gently tug at her sleeve.

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