Mixed in 1980

Chapter 9: Take Joe
Even if a salted fish turns over, it is still a salted fish, or it may just be stuck to the pan, but when a person turns over, it is really different, and it is often a leap in class.

A few days ago, Chen Fan was still an unemployed vagrant, and he said he wanted to be a self-employed person. He looked like a wanderer in the alley. But now, he has turned into a writer.

Guan Yuemei also took Qiao up.

The more Zhou Shuhua thought about it, the angrier she became, but she couldn't do anything. They were all from the same courtyard, and it was normal for her to take advantage of others and suffer losses in some ways.

This is called fighting without breaking. If it really breaks out, it will be like tearing the faces apart.

"Okay, I'll ask around later."

Zhou Shuhua suppressed her anger and kept smiling, perfectly demonstrating what it meant to force a smile.

Guan Yuemei was happy in her heart, but she didn't show it: "Thank you for your help. If it works out, I will give you a big matchmaker red envelope later."

"I have to earn this red envelope."

Zhou Shuhua stood up with a smile, and stretched herself lazily, "Okay, you guys chat first, I have to go buy groceries. If you're any later, I won't be able to buy fresh ones."

"Go quickly. Please pay more attention to Xiaofan's affairs."

Guan Yuemei waved her hand and continued chatting with people. When they left, she went to another place to chat with people again. There was no rest for the whole day.

By the evening, not only Courtyard No. 46, but half of the alley knew about it.

"Such a rich feast? What festival is today?"

When Chen Min came back from closing her stall, she was frightened by the food on the table before she had time to hug her daughter.

Stewed chicken, steamed fish, and a plate of mutton, there has never been such luxury during the Chinese New Year.

“People’s Literature has been published.”

"Oh, this is a great event. Have you bought it? Let me take a look first."

"It's on the coffee table." Guan Yuemei pointed.

Chen Min picked up the book, turned to "The Most Beautiful Youth", and saw Chen Fan's signature: "Our Chen family has produced a writer. Mom, did you vent your anger today?"

"Can you not vent your anger?"

Chen Fan took out the specially bought Maotai from the cupboard and teased, "Our mother chatted with everyone she met today. Those old ladies were scared when they saw her."

"Screw you."

Guan Yuemei rolled her eyes at her son and snorted, "They are allowed to show off to me, but I am not allowed to show off for once? Hurry up and eat. I have to visit my family later."

"That's enough. If you go visiting again, you'll become a nightmare to ghosts." Chen Fan smiled.

"It's become a ghost, so I have to go too."

Guan Yuemei arranged the dishes and chopsticks and snorted, "You didn't see that Zhou Shuhua's face was as dark as Bao Gong's. Just looking at it makes me feel better."

Chen Min asked curiously, "Why did you make her angry?"

"Why do you need to make her angry? I just said that you should find a partner who has a job that matches yours. Your brother should also find a partner who is engaged in literature. How can she not understand?"

Chen Min burst out laughing. If anyone wants to make people angry, it has to be me.

Zhou Shuhua is a teacher at the Cultural Palace. She has the elegance of an intellectual and is very polite in everything she does. This time, she was silenced by me.

Isn’t it about matching family backgrounds and jobs?

You looked down on Chen Fan before, what do you say now?

But I just can't get angry. We're all from the same courtyard. It's normal to take advantage and suffer losses, even if there's something hidden in the words or they're sarcastic. But if I want to tear my relations apart, I can't afford to play that game.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Chen Musheng picked up his granddaughter and glanced at the Maotai in Chen Fan's hand: "Hurry up and pour the wine. I have never drunk Maotai in my life."

Chen Fan poured a glass for everyone and joked, "You need a wine ticket to buy this stuff, or I can buy a few boxes and let you drink it every day."

"If you have some money, you know how to make it."

Guan Yuemei sat down and glared at her son: "Even if you make money, you have to spend it sparingly. You will have many places to spend money when you go to college or get married."

"Okay, you're right."

My mother was very happy, and Chen Fan didn't want to offend her, so he changed the subject: "Sister, brother-in-law, how is your business recently?"

Chen Min becomes excited when talking about business.

It's much better than when I first started. Now I have repeat customers and can make five or six dollars a day. On weekends, I can make seven or eight dollars.

"Guan Yuemei, you have planned this and are trying to stop me in advance."

At the dinner table, Zhou Shuhua felt more and more that something was wrong, and she slammed her chopsticks on the table in anger: "I said, she is such a strong-willed person, how could she bow her head that day." "Mom, what are you talking about?" Zhou Xiaoying asked curiously.

"You do not know?"

"What do I know? I listened to you last time and I haven't looked for Chen Fan recently." Zhou Xiaoying put down her chopsticks and rolled her eyes at her mother.

Zhou Shuhua was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Chen Fan wrote a novel and it was published in a magazine."

"Really?" Zhou Xiaoying was secretly happy.

Zhou Shuhua opened her mouth and hesitated for a long time before she repeated what Guan Yuemei had said a few days ago and today.

Guan Yuemei's meaning was very clear.

When looking for a partner, you have to find someone with the right occupation. In the past, Chen Fan was an unemployed youth, a vagrant, and even wanted to be a self-employed business owner, like an alley dweller. Naturally, he was not a good match for Zhou Xiaoying.

Now that Chen Fan has become a writer, he naturally has to find a career that is equivalent to his own.

"I'm stuffed!"

Zhou Xiaoying slammed her chopsticks, turned around and went back to her room, locking the door.

I lay down on the bed and couldn't help crying.

Ever since that day when Chen Fan said he was going to set up a stall, she never looked for Chen Fan again. Even if they met occasionally, she would just say hello and walk away.

The fate has ended!
This is the price of growing up, and having to weigh everything.

"You said you..."

Zhou Hong looked at his wife and didn't know what to say. Xiaoying and Chen Fan could be considered childhood sweethearts, a good couple, but because of work, this woman broke them up.

Now that Guan Yuemei has blocked my way with words, it will be impossible in the future.

"You didn't object."

Zhou Shuhua glared at her husband and snorted, "Being a writer depends on inspiration, and fame is only temporary. If you marry a man, you need clothes and food, and you need to find a partner who has a decent job."

Zhou Hong thought about it and agreed.

Glory is temporary, but a stable job is long-term.

"That thing with a round head actually made him turn over?"

Zhang Jianjun was holding a magazine and looking at the signatures on it, feeling a little disgusted.

After coming back from the countryside, Chen Fan couldn't find a job and said he wanted to be a self-employed person. His status was almost the same as that of an alley urchin, and Zhou Xiaoying obviously distanced herself from him.

Zhang Jianjun felt that it was his repeated belittling of Chen Fan that worked.

If he could eliminate Chen Fan, his biggest competitor, he and Zhou Xiaoying would have a chance.

After just a few days of happiness, Chen Fan suddenly became a writer. With such an identity, not to mention Zhou Xiaoying, even Zhou Shuhua would agree with him.

"I haven't even had my soup yet, and you're here to mess things up? Even if you turn things around, I can turn things around for you. Let's just wait and see."

After cursing inwardly, Zhang Jianjun opened the novel and began to read it carefully.

As I read on, the corners of my mouth curled up.

Writing about educated youth, tree planting, and Saihanba, these are so familiar. They went to Saihanba together and ate sand there for three years.

Zhang Jianjun was certainly not moved by the past, but was keenly aware that there was something wrong with Chen Fan's novel: "I asked you to build a tall building, but I dug the foundation for you."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Jianjun took out a pen and paper and started writing.

This is a letter of complaint.

Zhang Jianjun thought about it and felt that just one letter was not enough and it would be difficult to be taken seriously.

When it was daybreak, Zhang Jianjun went straight to the office and, in exchange for a meal, found a dozen colleagues and asked each of them to write a letter of complaint, which was then mailed out by Zhang Jianjun.

After sending the letter, Zhang Jianjun felt that it was not enough, so he rode his bicycle to Shupu Hutong to find his distant cousin.

A writer who writes scar literature.

The Most Beautiful Youth, whether in terms of background, subject matter, characters, or core, naturally stands in opposition to scar literature and aims to dig out the roots of scar literature.

As soon as someone adds fuel to the fire, a group of people will immediately jump out to criticize.

Whether it is a newspaper or a magazine, if a book causes great controversy, it will be removed from the shelves to avoid causing any negative impact.

　The first update is here, there will be another update in the evening. I just came down from the mountain. It was my first time walking the mountain trail. There were huge pits and my legs almost broke.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)