Mixed in 1980

Chapter 121: Going off the beaten track
"Tell me in detail, how did you get criticized?" Chen Fan walked over, frowning.

The Huang family acted really quickly.

He first bullied Zeng Ali, and now he is targeting Zhao Yuanyuan. He really thinks he has a good temper.

Or do you feel that now that the incident has passed, you can no longer do anything to them?

"It's easy to find fault. I'm a novice. If you say I can't do this or that well, and don't let me start, no one can find fault with me."

"Did you go to the deputy head who recommended you for a permanent position? I think his last name is Zhang, right?"

Logically speaking, it was she who recommended Zhao Yuanyuan for a permanent position. In the eyes of outsiders, she was her person. Being targeted by a group of newcomers was like a slap in her face.

"I looked for it, but it was useless. I used to look for my eldest sister's face, but now she's gone and no one cares about her anymore."

Zhao Yuanyuan scratched her hair and sat down on the threshold: "What's worse is that Deputy Commander Zhang has been lured over by Huang He's faction and is now working against Commander Zhao."

"Is the dance troupe in such a mess?"

Zeng Ali sat next to Zhao Yuanyuan, who hummed, "Deputy Captain Zhang wants to make progress. Now that he has the support of the Huang family, he has to go against Boss Zhao. It's wise for you to leave quickly to avoid being dragged into this."

"It was me who implicated Boss Zhao. If it weren't for me, the Huang family wouldn't have been involved. Once I leave, he will have one less person to help him." Zeng Ali smiled bitterly.

Since she joined the dance troupe at the age of sixteen, Zhao Yiming has always taken good care of her. Her growth into a mainstay is inseparable from Zhao Yiming's support.

Now that I have been transferred, even if I want to help, I am powerless.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Chen Fan took the initiative to take charge of the matter. After what happened last time, the Huang family still took the initiative to cause trouble. This showed that they did not take themselves seriously.

Even his own sister was targeted, which was a slap in his own face.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan got angry.

"You guys stay at home and chat. I'm going out for a while."

Chen Fan went out immediately and went directly to Yard 18. Li Qiang was woken up by him and stared at him with a depressed look on his face: "Brother, you didn't lie down in bed until dawn."

Chen Fan was disappointed.

This guy goes to the ghost market, basically sleeping during the day and working at night. Coming here so early in the morning really disturbs people's sleep.

"Go to sleep later, help me, I need your help urgently."

"If it's not a big deal, I will beat you up." Li Qiang took out a pack of cigarettes from the bed, handed one to Chen Fan, and lit one for himself.

Chen Fan lit up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke: "You hang out in the ghost market, you know a lot of people, help me find a few people to do a job."

"What kind of work?" Li Qiang lit a cigarette and sat there lazily.

"Surveillance, investigation of people."

"Who are you going to deal with?" Li Qiang sat up straight, a fierce look flashing across his face.

Chen Fan did not hide anything and gave a general account of the situation: "Find a few people to keep an eye on Huang He's parents and see if they are innocent."

Those who like to wield power cannot be clean!

The only difference is that some people are alive and well, while some people are found out.

Chen Fan took out three hundred yuan and put it on the table: "Use these first, and we'll talk if they're not enough. You know a lot of people, borrow two cameras, and take pictures if you come across anything dirty."

"You are really willing to give up."

Li Qiang took the money and counted it: "You spent all the living expenses of an ordinary family of three in one year just to get a few people."

Chen Fan took a puff of cigarette and raised his eyebrows: "Brother, I don't need this much. It's like you are short of money. If you have any way, take me with you."

Li Qiang flicked the ash off his cigarette and cursed with a smile: "Go away and make your clean money. My career is a mess. I might get into trouble one day."

"It will be fine by the end of the year. My buddy has a way. I heard that the higher-ups are already discussing and have decided to allow self-employed businesses to engage in catering and small commodity trade."

"Really?" Li Qiang's eyes lit up.

"How can I lie to you? It will most likely be done by the end of the year, at the latest after the Chinese New Year. You are not short of money, so you can open two shops and earn as much as you do now. It is safer."

Chen Fan remembered it very clearly. In his previous life, it was in November that the capital city officially issued an announcement allowing self-employed individuals to engage in catering and small commodity trade.

In fact, before the announcement was released, the government had already given permission, and at the end of September, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau issued the first business license for an individual restaurant.

Yue Bin Restaurant!

It is located in Cuihua Hutong and is truly "the first private restaurant in Beijing". It has a great reputation, but the shop is very low-key. Some people in later generations described it as: the place is not big, there are only a few tables and chairs, and the dishes are all self-created. Chen Fan even went there specially to eat there.

"That buddy needs to think about it carefully. When he makes money later, he will be able to spend it generously. Now he has money but he dares not spend it." Li Qiang couldn't help but complain.

The ghost market makes money quickly. I dare not say how much, but Li Qiang can still come up with tens of thousands of dollars. However, on the surface, he is just an alley urchin.

If you are like Chen Fan, spending money lavishly and eating meat and fish every day, you might be reported one day. It's because you really have money but dare not spend it.

His life is similar to that of Zhao Dehan, who eats noodles and garlic at the same time without spending a penny.

"Take your time to figure it out. I'm going to withdraw first."

Chen Fan put out his cigarette and stood up: "Please pay more attention to my business. If the money is not enough, just tell me. I have to make sure everything is done."

After leaving Yard No. 18, Chen Fan went to Yuer Hutong again. The yard he had just bought had been renovated for more than a month. The site still looked like a construction site, but it had already taken shape.

After walking around the yard, Chen Fan left. The matter of buying the yard was kept secret in the slum, for fear that it would get out and a group of people would come to borrow money.

This is nothing new.

Since Chen Fan earned royalties, especially after his books were published, people in the yard and alley came to him to borrow money, knowing that he had made money.

However, Chen Fan bought the house in the backyard, so Guan Yuemei had an excuse and tried to postpone the payment if possible. Even so, she still lent out some of the money, which totaled about two hundred yuan.

Even with this, I was still called stingy.

Guan Yuemei complained a lot about this. Many people who came to borrow money were not really in need of money, but just to get something for free. Their mentality was to try their best to get something. After buying the yard here, they dared not let the news out at all. Even though Chen Musheng took a leave of absence and came here to work every day, he only claimed to the outside world that he was helping others to supervise the renovation.

Turning back from Yuer Hutong, he arrived at the entrance of Maoer Hutong. The braised pork stall was already open. Chen Fan bought another two kilograms of braised pork. The stall owner was still as rude as before. He just tied the meat with a straw and finished it.

Guan Yuemei saw her son coming back with the braised meat and couldn't help but twitch: "I just bought a pound of meat and a fish this morning."

"I just happened to be craving for this, so I bought some."

Chen Fan was annoyed, and called Zhao Yuanyuan over, and put the braised meat in Zhao Yuanyuan's hand: "Don't be stunned, cut the braised meat, remember to cut it into thin slices."

"..."

Looking at the braised meat in her hand, Zhao Yuanyuan took a while to react: "Comrade Chen Fan, do you think I look like someone who can use a kitchen knife?"

Chen Fan chuckled and looked at the girl with contempt: "After I cut the meat, I'll tell you a good news. I guarantee that you will be able to walk sideways in the dance troupe."

"Really?" Zhao Yuanyuan's eyes lit up.

"How can I lie to you? Go cut the meat quickly. Remember, only slice it thinly."

"Okay, I'll cut it!"

Zhao Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and carried the meat to the kitchen. Chen Fan called Chen Yi over: "Xiao Yi, do you think your second sister will cut her hand?"

Chen Yi nodded: "Second sister is the dumbest."

Zhao Yuanyuan was furious and glared at Chen Yi: "Xiao Yi, you want to rebel? Have you forgotten who took you out to play these past few weeks?"

Chen Yi pouted and left quickly. Her second sister was a little stupid, but she was not someone to be trifled with. She was a real bully and would even snatch toys from her.

Zhao Yuanyuan was satisfied and began to carefully cut the meat. It took her more than 20 minutes to cut two kilograms of braised meat. Chen Fan was almost delighted to death: "Chen Fan, you're done, tell me quickly."

"I'm a little thirsty, go make some tea."

"You...ok!"

Zhao Yuanyuan gritted her teeth. The meat had already been cut, so this little bit of trouble was not a big deal. She quickly brewed the tea and said, "Chen Fan, if you raise any more conditions, I will call my mother over."

Chen Fan drank a cup of tea and stretched comfortably: "Comrade Zhao Yuanyuan, watch your attitude. Do you still want to walk sideways in the dance troupe?"

"That's enough. Stop bullying Yuanyuan all the time." Xu Jinqiu patted Chen Fan.

Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Comrade Zhao Yuanyuan, for the sake of your sister-in-law, I will tell you directly that your brother still has a quota for a temporary worker at Beijing University."

"Really?" Zhao Yuanyuan narrowed her eyes into a line, revealing two small canine teeth.

"Want it?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Call me brother!"

Zhao Yuanyuan frowned and thought for a long time before gnashing her teeth and snorting angrily, "Brother!"

puff...

Xu Jinqiu and Zeng Ali couldn't help laughing. This was the first time this girl had given in.

Zhao Yuanyuan blushed and angrily pounced on the two men, trying to tickle them, but she was alone against two people and was subdued in a short while.

After a while of arguing, the three sisters finally stopped. Xu Jinqiu asked curiously, "Why do you still have one quota? Does Beijing University have so many quotas for recruitment?"

"What do you mean by ample space? There are more than 240 people in the club, and most of them are poor students. If there are not enough people, such a large poverty alleviation project cannot be done. I can't see how exhausted the elder sister is."

Chen Fan stretched and continued, "The quota is also conditional. It will be given only after the club becomes profitable, so Yuanyuan will have to stay in the dance troupe for two or three months."

Zhao Yuanyuan reacted and narrowed her eyes in delight: "In other words, I'm going to Peking University anyway, so in the next two or three months, I can criticize anyone I'm not happy with?"

"Just don't offend Captain Zhao and the HR department. You'll have to contact them again when you need to handle job transfer procedures in the future," Zeng Ali reminded.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid!"

After it was confirmed, Zhao Yuanyuan let go. This girl is also a tiger. As soon as she got to work on Monday, she started to scold anyone from the Huang family faction.

The main point is: I am a mess, what can you do to me? In public institutions, as long as you have a regular position and you are a mess, you can really do whatever you want.

I don't even want to make progress, so why should I be afraid of you making things difficult for me? As long as the organization is still there, even if she is the head of the dance troupe, she has no right to fire her.

For several days in a row, Zhao Yuanyuan would scold that group of people whenever she saw one. The team leader Zhao Yiming had seen this several times and couldn't help but feel happy. With this little girl leading the charge and undermining the prestige of that group of people, his own work became much easier.

For a whole week, Zhao Yuanyuan was really acting like a big troll. She suddenly understood how Chen Fan felt when he wrote an article to curse people.

That's really cool!
Thinking that such days could last for another two or three months, Zhao Yuanyuan would smile in her dreams at night, and she would not exchange it for a god.

After get off work on Saturday afternoon, Huang He teased her a few times, but Zhao Yuanyuan didn't tolerate it.

"You're not in good shape, did you forget to take your medicine before you went out? You're such a person, and you still dare to threaten me. What the hell, look at yourself in the mirror, you are a lamp."

"Zhao Yuanyuan, don't think you can be arrogant just because you have Chen Fan backing you up. It's not the turn of an outsider to interfere in the affairs of the dance troupe. If you don't obey discipline and respect your leaders, you don't deserve to stay in the dance troupe. Go do odd jobs for me on Monday."

"Who do you think you are? You're just a program director, who would give you face? You really think you're a big boss? I'm just waiting to see how you're going to arrange me to do odd jobs." Zhao Yuanyuan spat.

"Everyone has heard it, right? This Zhao Yuanyuan has no respect for the leadership. If the troupe doesn't punish her, how will the leadership manage the dance troupe in the future?"

Huang He spoke in an official tone and coughed lightly, "I will bring up this matter at the leadership meeting on Monday. By the way, don't think that others will be afraid of you just because you have Chen Fan's support. I tell you, it won't work with me."

After saying that, he sneered, turned around and left!

What happened last time has passed, and everything that should be covered up has been covered up. Even if Chen Fan dares to write nonsense again, their family is not easy to mess with, and they still have media channels to engage in a public opinion war with Chen Fan.

If handled well, there would even be a chance to accuse Chen Fan of "spreading rumors" and ruin the good reputation that Chen Fan had worked so hard to accumulate.

Who would believe an editorial written by a rumor-monger?
I'm eager for Chen Fan to write an editorial, so that I can have the chance to beat Chen Fan into the dust with one blow.

PS: The first update is here! There will be another update in the evening. Thank you for your support~
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