Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1254 Top Talents from the Three Northeastern Provinces Who Came with a Secret Recipe (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"Secretary Gao, this is Fang Yan. I have something to report to Director Liao," Fang Yan said to Gao Han on the other end of the phone after the call was connected.

Gao Han responded on the other end of the phone:

"Director Liao is receiving guests right now. Is it very important? Why don't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Jin Wubing from the China Zhi Gong Party brought me a box of pistol bullets. I need to tell Director Liao about this and see what his opinion is," Fang Yan replied to the other end of the phone.

Gao Han was somewhat taken aback:

"Bullets? What kind of gun is it? How many bullets?"

"A revolver, about twenty rounds. Mr. Situ gave me a revolver before, and Director Liao knows about it." Fang Yan answered while glancing at Jin Wubing beside him. The kid looked completely calm and didn't think it was a big deal at all.

Gao Han, on the other end of the phone, also realized the seriousness of the situation, and he immediately agreed:

"Okay, I will report to Director Liao as soon as possible and get back to you immediately with any news."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news." Fang Yan said and hung up the phone.

Jin Wubing, who was listening from the side, shrugged and said:

"These high-ranking leaders are so busy; it's almost lunchtime and they're still receiving guests." He then added with certainty:

"However, I think it will definitely be fine."

Fang Yan rolled her eyes at Jin Wubing. This guy was inexplicably confident; this thing was currently restricted.

"Are you so sure?" Fang Yan asked Jin Wubing.

Jin Wubing shrugged and said:

"Anyway, I'm sure I know."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Fang Yan had some guesses and asked:
"You saw other people give this and it was fine?"

Jin Wubing was slightly taken aback, and said:

"How did you know?"

I just said it offhand in dialect, but it turned out to be accurate.

"You actually sent guns and ammunition to other people?" Fang Yan felt that this guy was becoming a bit too reckless.

"I didn't give it to him; I saw Mr. Situ give it to me," Jin Wubing argued to Fang Yan.

"I see!" Fang Yan exclaimed in realization.

Jin Wubing praised in dialect:

"Hehe, otherwise I wouldn't be so sure. Brother Fang, you're so smart. You were able to guess that."

"Sycophant." The second sister couldn't help but mutter under her breath when she saw Jin Wubing acting like this.

After chatting with Jin Wubing, she was disillusioned with life abroad. It seemed that Jin Wubing, this overseas Chinese, no longer had any halo around him.

“I’m telling the truth. Fang is very smart. He was the top scorer in the college entrance examination last year.” Jin Wubing wasn’t angry. Instead, he earnestly defended himself to his second sister.

The second sister said to Jin Wubing:
"In China, this kind of behavior of praising someone to their face is called flattery."

"Especially with the way you were bowing and scraping just now, it was even more perfect."

She always felt that Jin Wubing's smile was smug and made her want to punch him.

Jin Wubing shrugged at his second sister's evaluation, completely unconcerned.

"Okay, whatever you say goes."

He still had that same cheeky, indifferent attitude.

People can say whatever they want; it doesn't really affect me.

"Alright, let's wait for news here and grab some lunch while we're at it," Fang Yan said to Jin Wubing as he stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

“Okay!” Jin Wubing had eaten Fang Yan’s cooking before, so when he heard that Fang Yan wanted him to stay for dinner, he immediately agreed without thinking.

"I'll help with the chores." He immediately caught up with Fang Yan, intending to secretly learn her cooking skills. There were still quite a few people at home today, and Fang Yan made several of her signature home-style dishes.

"Luckily, I don't cook every day, otherwise it would be quite a hassle to keep the recipes from repeating," Fang Yan said to Meng Jimin, who was also helping out, as she served the dishes.

Upon hearing this, Meng Jimin complained to the dialect:

"Only you can cook so many dishes. Other families are lucky if they can eat meat a few times a month. What would they want to cook? Wouldn't they get tired of eating the same dishes? It's unthinkable."

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"When life gets better, everyone's home will be like this."

In my past life, most people had already reached this level.

But to Meng Jimin, this sounded somewhat unrealistic. He said:
"Goodness, you really dare to think this far, to invite people to eat such a lavish meal? Do you think everyone in the whole country has this kind of generosity?"

Seeing the doubt on his face, and that he didn't believe her at all, Fang Yan became more serious and said:

"I mean, conditions will definitely get better and better in the future. When people's living standards rise, won't the food get better?"

When Meng Jimin heard the dialect, he ultimately assumed that the speaker was simply expressing his own wishes.

Meng Jimin looked at the food and said:

"I don't dare to think about the whole nation, I just hope that everyone in our class can be like that."

Fang Yan gave him a thumbs up and said:

"As expected of a class leader, he's always thinking about the students in our class!"

Meng Jimin said:
"Of course, if they get better, it means our company is making money."

That's a good realization!
Then all the dishes were served, and everyone sat down at the table.

My father asked in dialect:

"By the way, why didn't I see Master Hai Deng today?"

The dialect explanation is as follows:
“The way monks eat is different from ours. There’s meat on one table and vegetarian dishes for them, which is a bit strange. So the master doesn’t want to get involved with us.”

That's understandable; eating meat in front of monks is still somewhat inhumane.

At this moment, the old woman asked:

"What about the Tao family father and son? You invited them here."

Old Hu, who had just returned, chimed in:

"Please don't worry about them. The father and son are eating in the hospital cafeteria. They said they were too embarrassed to bother us."

Old Hu just asked Old Tao.

Then everyone started eating. Jin Wubing ate with gusto, his mouth greasy with oil. The food here was very much to his liking, and every dish was a delicacy. He ate like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Those who know him recognize him as an overseas Chinese member of the China Zhi Gong Party, while others might mistake him for a refugee fleeing famine from somewhere.

We had just finished eating when the phone in the study rang.

Fang Yan hurriedly answered the phone, thinking it was Director Liao, but Zeng Luquan's voice came from the other end.

"Director Fang, the staff from the Northeast Research Institute are all in place. When will you come over to assign them their tasks?"

Fang Yan quickly responded:

"I'll come over after lunch. You can settle them in first and have lunch with them."

Zeng Luquan agreed:
"no problem."

After saying that, he added a reminder:
"By the way, they all brought secret recipes with them."

"Huh?" Fang Yan was taken aback. Last time there was a troll, is this time they're being so nice?
P.S.: That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)