1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 23: A Hard Approach

Hearing his question, Xu Qiang smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's ridiculous to say that it was the small factory on the street where I was sent to work that got me stuck."

Xu Qiang said with great helplessness in his tone, "When I was sent down to the countryside, I was transferred along with my files."

"When I came back, they withheld my files and refused to give them to me. They also demanded the files before they could resume work, so things got stuck."

"Later, considering the special circumstances, the school decided to place me as a lecturer. As for restoring my second-level professor title, I had to get my file back."

After hearing this, the Xu family fell silent, and none of them could calm down.

Wu Yan's face showed an expression of extreme indignation, and Xu Li's lips were trembling with anger.

Xu Yuexin shook his head, lamenting the unreasonableness of some people in this era.

In later times, if a street-level enterprise met a second-level professor from Qinghua University, it would only try to make friends with him and build up his network.

In this day and age, they are trying every possible means to make things difficult for you.

And what my father said was right. The personnel and financial power of the street factories have nothing to do with universities, and Qinghua University really has no control over them.

Unlike later times, universities can still influence local areas through alumni networks. Qinghua University has just recovered from the absurd period of the past few years and is still recuperating. It is powerless and unable to reach out to some social affairs.

If my father wants to regain his professional title, he can only rely on his family.

"You told me last time, and I told you that they just want to take advantage of you!"

At this time, Wu Yan broke the silence and said angrily, "Why don't you buy some things and send them over? I'll just feed them to the dogs!"

Xu Qiang shook his head seriously: "If I have to use this method to get my title back, then I would rather be a lecturer for the rest of my life."

"A man of integrity will not drink water from a stolen spring, and a man of integrity will not accept food given out of pity."

"It's not your fault. It's their fault. A wise man never suffers a loss..."

Sister-in-law Gu Qiuyun said weakly.

"You shouldn't spoil them."

The eldest brother Xu Li stiffened his neck and said, his eyes full of anger behind the thick glasses, "We must fight against the evil tendencies in society!"

There was a clear split in the Xu family's opinions.

At this time, Xu Yuexin expressed his position.

"I agree with Dad that we shouldn't give them gifts."

Xu Yuexin looked calm and said firmly, "Dad, tell me which company it is and I will sort it out for you tomorrow."

"Forget it. Your father and I will take care of this matter. You don't have to worry about it."

Wu Yan was worried that her son was young and impetuous, and might get into a conflict with others after arriving at the scene, so she tried to persuade him.

Xu Yuexin naturally understood his mother's worries.

"Don't worry, mom. I can control the situation."

Xu Yuexin said with confidence.

"Hey, it's the Nanluoguxiang Street Textile Factory in Dongcheng, a collective enterprise."

Xu Qiang sighed and said, "The archive manager's name is Jia Jinhua. She refused to send the files because she said my file management authority was not within the factory. Her supervisor also said the same thing."

This is a really outrageous reason. Since the factory does not have the authority to manage the files, it should be sent back to Qinghua.

They even have the nerve to withhold the files.

Xu Yuexin really wanted to split these people's heads open to see how their brain circuits worked.

"I'll be there early tomorrow morning."

Xu Yuexin said that he had already started planning how to deal with this group of people tomorrow.

"I'll go with you."

Xu Li said angrily, "Meet these shameless people!" "No need, I can do it alone."

Xu Yuexin patted his brother on the shoulder and refused, "You still have to go to work tomorrow."

Xu Li is too bookish and he cannot control his emotions at the scene, making it easy for the other party to take advantage of him and blame him.

"No, this is a family matter for us."

Xu Li still insisted.

"You really don't need to go over there."

……

Xu Yuexin tried his best to persuade the filial elder brother.

That night, he took the necessary materials for tomorrow's file transfer from his parents, checked them, and went to bed early to recharge his energy.

……

The next morning, Xu Yue put on his leather shoes, shirt, and a brand new watch, took his materials, and took a taxi to Nanluoguxiang.

The taxi turned many turns and finally stopped in front of a small alley.

Xu Yuexin paid two yuan for the fare, asked for directions after getting off the car, turned around and passed many low and dilapidated bungalows, and finally stopped in front of a large courtyard.

A plaque of Huiqun Textile Factory hangs above the gate of the courtyard. When you walk into the door, there is an open space with a dozen old-fashioned looms scattered inside. Workers sit in front of the looms, working and chatting from time to time.

Some people even stop what they are doing and go up to others to talk about family matters.

A corner of the courtyard wall collapsed, and weeds grew in the collapsed area. It looked like it was quite old, and everything seemed dilapidated and lacked order.

In order to solve the employment problem in recent years, many places have built many such workshop-style collective factories. The employees are mainly nearby residents. There is no regular staff and the treatment is uneven.

Hearing the sound of Xu Yuexin's leather shoes, several workers turned their heads to look at the door, and then a look of strangeness and confusion emerged in their eyes: judging from the young man's attire and aura, he should not have any intersection with this place.

Xu Yuexin walked up to the worker closest to him and said, "Hello, comrade. Where is Jia Jinhua?"

The worker pointed to a small bungalow in front of him and said, "Aunt Jia is there."

Xu Yuexin said thank you and walked towards the small bungalow.

The ground of the compound was uneven, with sewage accumulating in many places, and the chickens and ducks raised by the employees were running around freely in the yard.

Xu Yuexin carefully avoided the sewage while walking. He didn't expect that his father had been trapped here for the most precious ten years of his life as a scientific researcher, and he was still disgusted by it.

The door of the small bungalow was ajar. Xu Yuexin knocked twice and then pushed the door open.

The furnishings in the room were simple. Apart from a table and a chair, there were rows of bookshelves with some scattered file bags on them, which were as shabby as those outside.

In the middle of the room, a fat lady in her fifties was leaning on an armchair, knitting a sweater. When she heard someone come in, she asked what the person was doing without even raising her eyelids.

"Come and retrieve the files."

Xu Yuexin said in a cold voice without any emotion.

The fat lady then looked up at him, then waved her hand: "Get out, we don't have anyone like you here."

"I'm helping my dad to retrieve files. He asked me to come here. Here's the letter of authorization."

Xu Yuexin strode to the desk and showed her the handwritten authorization materials.

Jia Jinhua squinted her eyes and studied him for a while, then looked at Xu Yuexin, who had no gifts in his hands, and smiled in a sarcastic way: "Oh, Xu Qiang."

"I told him that our small factory does not have the authority to manage his files, so I cannot do anything with his files, including sending them. Do you understand?"

It seems that talking nicely is no longer an option.

It just so happened that I hadn't expected to resolve this matter peacefully at the beginning.

Hearing Jia Jinhua's sophistry, Xu Yuexin's face turned cold: "No management authority? Then how did you take over my father's files in the first place?"

(End of this chapter)