Chapter 289 How can a student call the teacher's name?

As the chemical company's projects got on track, every task was carried out in an orderly manner under the plan of Zhou Jing and Bai Xiyao.

At noon, a truckload of televisions was delivered to Shenhua Chemical Company. After being unloaded downstairs of the dormitory, the workers from the logistics team moved them to the dormitories, one in each dormitory. The TV was a 25-foot LCD flat panel. It was quick to move, but a bit troublesome to install because it had to be hung on the wall.

"I have to say the salary here is quite good. The dormitory has computers and TVs."

It was the first time that Bai Xiyao heard that the company provided such good accommodation conditions for its employees. It was a triple room with a bathroom and hot water available 24 hours a day.

"The employee dormitory next door to Beiyuan is like this. The chemical plant is relatively remote to begin with, and it will be increasingly difficult to retain employees if the accommodation conditions are not good. Liu Hanyu said that their company hired more than 60 people in May, most of whom had relatively poor academic qualifications. So far, only about 20 people have left, and they have been recruiting more people during this period."

Zhou Jing was not surprised at all. Even a chemical factory like Beiyuan Shenhua with good treatment still found it difficult to retain undergraduates, especially front-line operators. They had to work in three shifts: day shift, midnight shift and night shift. No one was willing to do this job even if they had a little education. The key point was that there was little room for advancement. In a mature chemical factory, it was difficult for front-line employees to reach the technician level.

“I can’t adapt to it either.”

Bai Xiyao could understand why anyone with a little education could do anything else but suffer in such a place.

Zhou Jing thought that Bai Xiyao had been spoiled since childhood and it was rare for her to be able to endure hardships like she is now.

"Register the dormitories where TVs are installed. After TVs and computers are installed, do not discard the cartons at will. Collect them together."

Bai Xiyao said to the head of the logistics team.

There are quite a few packaging boxes for more than a thousand sets of equipment. Although they are not valuable, they still cost money.

In the afternoon, Zhou Jing went to the hotel to publish his new book, titled "Peerless God King". He went directly for the internal signing, and the signing was completed before the book was released. Zhou Jing first published three chapters of the new book, with a total of more than 10,000 words.

I have more than 100,000 manuscripts on hand. I have a lot of things to do recently, and the book has just been released. Zhou Jing will first maintain 10,000 words per day, and then start writing 20,000 words per day after the book is on the shelves.

As for performance, Zhou Jing doesn't have as high hopes for the new book as the previous one. After all, the routines are a bit homogenized. If the first novel of the same routine becomes a hit, it will be difficult for the second one to go to the next level, unless one completely overturns the setting framework that has already taken shape in his mind and thinks of a new one.

After the new book was published, Zhou Jing handed over the subsequent updates to Yang Wenwen, including manuscript review.

Upon learning that Zhou Jing's new book had been released, Yang Wenwen sent a notification to all fan groups. Fans who had been waiting for Zhou Jing's new book were the first to collect it, and die-hard fans who had spared gave rewards to celebrate.

Many great writers on the website also gave rewards to Zhou Jing at the first opportunity. Some of them used their big accounts, and some used their small accounts. In less than half a day, Zhou Jing's new book had more than ten leaders. This is the influence that only a platinum great writer can have, although Zhou Jing has not yet obtained the platinum title.

After publishing his new book, Zhou Jing wrote the novel in the hotel. With Bai Xiyao at the chemical plant, there was no problem at all. It was all technical work anyway, and Zhou Jing couldn't provide much help on site.

After the project is carried out smoothly, Zhou Jing doesn't have to come to Jin Town, but it would be more quiet in Jin Town.

The chemical company finished work at around six o'clock. After dinner, Zhou Jing and Bai Xiyao returned to the city. When they arrived in the city, Zhou Jing went to Gu Jia's residence. He was worried that Yang Wenwen would come to Zhou Jing's residence after evening self-study, so Zhou Jing could only say that he would not be back at night.

"Have you eaten tonight?"

Gu Jia touched the boy's belly and said.

"I'm done. I've had beef noodles. Master, do you eat at home or alone?"

Zhou Jing also touched Gu Jia's belly and said.

"Home-cooked food."

Gu Jia went to get pajamas for the boy.

After changing clothes in the living room, Zhou Jing went to take a shower. After spending a day in the chemical factory, he felt like his whole body was filled with chemical smell.

Gu Jia bought some grapes, picked them one by one, put them in a basin, washed them with salt water and then rinsed them with clean water, brought them to the living room, boiled water and made a cup of black tea for the boy.

“Is it normal to smell something in a chemical plant?”

The boy came out of the shower and Gu Jia asked with a smile.

"Yes, the air pollution in the chemical plant area is quite obvious."

Zhou Jing sat on the sofa and ate the grapes, including the skin.

"I'll make soy milk for you tomorrow morning."

Gu Jia looked at the boy and said.

"You can make it in the evening and put it in a thermos. Breakfast shops use thermos to store soy milk."

Zhou Jing didn't want Gu Jia to get up too early to make breakfast for him.

Gu Jia thought about it and thought that it was a good idea to make more so that she could drink it at night. So she went to the kitchen to see how the soybeans were soaking. The soybeans were still a little hard and needed to be soaked for a while. "Master, open your mouth."

Zhou Jing picked up a grape and handed it to Gu Jia's mouth.

Gu Jia looked at the boy and asked, "Is there any benefit from eating grape skins?"

"Of course it does. It can increase gastrointestinal motility, thus helping digestion and excretion. There are also drugs in the grape skins. Even the most expensive red wine is not made without the skins."

Zhou Jing not only eats grapes without spitting out the skins, he also doesn't peel any fruit.

"Okay, I won't spit out the skins anymore." Gu Jia ate the grape skins and turned on the TV. "What do you want to watch?"

"whatever."

Zhou Jing had long lost the habit of watching TV, and he hadn’t watched the entire Spring Festival Gala in his previous life for several years.

Gu Jia started to change channels from CCTV-1, but didn't find any programs or TV series that he particularly liked. Finally, he returned to The Return of the Condor Heroes and said, "Look at your goddess. Liu Yifei's ancient costume is really beautiful. Are you attracted to her?"

"I'm past the age of chasing stars. Now my only goddess is Master."

In his previous life, Zhou Jing particularly liked Liu Tianxian when he was in high school. He bought Liu Tianxian's stickers and posters, and even put Liu Tianxian on his meal card. But when he went to college, he stopped spending money for the sake of chasing stars.

"You might as well call me aunt!"

Gu Jia said with a smile.

"aunt."

"That's so corny, don't you like calling my name?"

The two of them have come to this point, and the boy still calls Master usually. The way the boy calls him is more comfortable, and to Gu Jia it seems to be more pleasant than "Jia Jia", perhaps the Master is used to it.

"How can a student call a teacher by his name?"

In Zhou Jing's heart, both Yang Wenwen and Gu Jia have always been teachers.

Even though he was shameless sometimes, Zhou Jing seldom called people by their real names, calling them Master Gu Jia, wife Yang Wenwen or Teacher Yang.

"You should get used to calling me by my name. You can't call me Master in front of your family."

Gu Jia felt so miserable that she had no tears to cry. The boy had left her with a somewhat cynical impression during high school, but she didn't expect that the boy actually attached so much importance to politeness.

"Gu Jia, Jia Jia." Zhou Jing looked at Gu Jia and asked, "Gu Jia?"

Gu Jia glanced her head and didn't agree. It had been a long time since anyone called her by her full name. When she was a teacher, her colleagues and leaders called her Teacher Gu, while her relatives, family members and best friends called her Jia Jia.

"See, you're not used to it yourself."

Zhou Jing smiled and said.

"Your name is Jiajia."

"Master is still easy to say."

Zhou Jing picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put the cup down and hugged Gu Jia in his arms, holding Gu Jia's hand and estimating the thickness of her fingers.

"Then call your name in front of your family and outsiders."

Gu Jia pinched the boy's chin and said.

Zhou Jing nodded, his eyes focused on the TV. It was the scene of Xiaolongnu landing at the Heroes Conference. She was so beautiful in a white dress, descending from the sky.

Every time Zhou Jing thought of Yin Zhiping, he suspected that Jin had a cuckold tendency. How could he write the heroine like this? It made people hate him so much.

"And you said I was your only goddess."

Gu Jia stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the boy.

"Then I won't watch it anymore. I'll go back to the bedroom to see you."

Zhou Jing turned off the TV, picked up Gu Jia by the waist and went to the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)