Gabriel He smiled and said, "Uncle, you're counting the years too fast. You're in your early fifties, but that's the end of your career at the steel mill."
"After all, our factory only has a big kitchen, and the small kitchen I usually prepare for the leaders doesn't count at all, otherwise I would have passed the exam for a higher level long ago."
Charles Yan thought it was right, "Yes, this does restrict you. Do you have any thoughts of leaving?"
"No, I did well in the steel mill. Besides... I don't rely on this little salary!" Gabriel He lowered his voice, "Uncle, don't brag about it. I don't want anyone to know about my promotion."
"Take this lunch box!"
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