Age: My Small World

Yang Yumei's wedding banquet has ended, which also means that 1966 has vanished with the wind, and the New Year is coming after the end of the year.

This year, everything seemed to pass by very quickly.

Even though Yang Jun stayed in the quiet of the research room, he could still sense the movements outside, especially in the compound, where he learned a lot about the everyday affairs of the families.

Therefore, he repeatedly told his mother and Xiaoyuer to be careful when they went out, and he made sure that the red marriage certificate was with them every day, and he always wore the badge on his chest.

Even so, red is becoming increasingly common along the roadside.

this day.

"Open the door, open the door!"

A group of shouts came from the entrance of the museum.

Immediately, the curator's reprimanding voice was heard: "This is a museum, not a place for you to play around. Where is Zhang Qian? Tell her to come see me."

Upon hearing Zhang Qian's name, the people outside who had intended to barge in exchange glances, for Zhang Qian was their deputy director.

Just when both sides were in a dilemma, a woman walked over.

"Godfather."

The woman was around forty years old, and she appeared quite dignified in front of Wu Shaoyou.

However, Wu Shaoyou frowned and looked at the woman before shaking his head, saying, "Zhang Qian, this is a museum. Damaging anything here would be a huge loss. Tell your people not to cause trouble here. If there are any problems, just come to me."

The woman's expression changed: "Godfather, this is a misunderstanding. I didn't mean for them to come here."

"Okay, let's go."

Wu Shaoyou was deeply disappointed. He had once doted on this goddaughter, treating her like his own daughter. Who would have thought that she would join some committee last year? What happened afterward was utterly astonishing.

Anyway, he has less contact with Zhang Qian now.

Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly and waved goodbye, leaving with her entourage.

A crisis has been averted.

Having witnessed the entire process, Yang Jun's eyes filled with even more worry. He really disliked this out-of-control situation, but unfortunately, he was powerless to change it.

Of course, there's no need to be too nervous if he just does what he usually does; he can just live a normal life.

Just when he thought he could get through the year peacefully, a piece of news left Yang Jun somewhat bewildered.

"Is Uncle alright now?"

Standing in front of Yang Jun was Jiang Xueying, and the uncle he mentioned was naturally Jiang Ying.

The girl's eyes were red and filled with tears. She shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but I heard that people who are taken there don't have a good life. I really don't know what to do."

Yang Jun gently stroked her hair and reassured her, "Don't worry, Uncle will be fine. I'll find someone to ask about the situation right away."

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Xueying clenched her small hands. If Yang Jun couldn't help her either, then she would have to ask her father's former boss for help. But her father never mentioned that person and told them not to go to him. She didn't know why.

As for Yang Jun, the first person he thought of was his old friend Quan Jinhua, because that guy had unexpectedly become a director at the beginning of this year, the kind of director who wears an armband.

Perhaps it wasn't unexpected, but rather his actions and abilities made people feel that he could do this job well, which is why he was given this position.

After Jiang Xueying calmed down a bit, he advised her, "You and Aunt Chen should find another place to stay later. Those people might keep an eye on your house, and someone might cause some trouble at any time. It's better to be careful."

Jiang Xueying wasn't stupid; after hearing this, she immediately felt a bit scared.

She struggled to get up and said through gritted teeth, "My workplace has also allocated me a house, so I can bring my mother to live there for a while."

She then looked at Yang Jun, and asked with some concern, "How are you?" "Don't worry, don't you know what I'm capable of? I'll be able to find someone to rescue Uncle soon, so don't worry too much. Go back and take Aunt Chen to rest. There will definitely be good news for you tomorrow."

Jiang Xueying shook her head again: "I only hope that you are all safe. If you are even slightly injured, I will not live on."

Yang Jun quickly reached out and pinched her mouth shut: "Don't jinx it, I want to grow old with you."

He then kissed her again.

Jiang Xueying was speechless.

That evening, Yang Jun went to see Quan Jinhua.

Compared to his carefree days before, Quan Jinhua is now extremely busy.

The key issue is that I have a wife and children at home, so I have to rush home on time after get off work.

Yang Jun waited for his old friend downstairs at his house.

"Oh? Xiaoshan, why aren't you going upstairs? Your sister-in-law should be home."

Quan Jinhua still has that pragmatic demeanor, but he has gained more energy and spirit, and the aura of a leader is gradually emerging. Indeed, high position nurtures people, and my old friend has changed quite a bit.

"No need to go up. I came here because I need your help with something," Yang Jun said rather bluntly.

Quan Jinhua immediately nodded: "No problem, just tell me what's on your mind."

There aren't so many complicated things between friends.

Yang Jun then told Quan Jinhua about Jiang Ying.

To be precise, people's suspicions about Jiang Ying were indeed reasonable and well-founded, but it is undeniable that he did return with merit.

Quan Jinhua couldn't help but scratch his head after hearing this.

"This is a bit difficult. Let me think about it."

For an ordinary person, it would be a matter of a single word from him, but for a high-ranking official in the grain bureau, it attracts considerable attention.

Of course, the fact that Quan Jinhua didn't refuse outright shows that he genuinely wanted to help, rather than just being perfunctory.

Yang Jun did not urge him, but waited quietly.

Because they are in different systems, he cannot speak recklessly.

After a while, Quan Jinhua's eyes lit up as if he had just thought of something.

"Alright, I'll have someone speed up his education process and then send him to your neighborhood to clean the streets. That should be fine."

Don't think that sending Jiang Ying here to clean the streets is easy; in fact, this is relatively minor.

So Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"Thanks, Brother Quan."

"Hehe, since you've called me brother, I should at least act like one."

Quan Jinhua patted him on the shoulder.

"Now you can come upstairs with me, right? Your sister-in-law makes really delicious dumplings. You have to try her cooking today, or you're not allowed to go back."

Since they had helped him so much, Yang Jun felt too embarrassed to leave, so he followed Quan Jinhua upstairs and naturally had to give them the things he was carrying.

Quan Jinhua didn't mind; he knew what Yang Jun had given him—honey and pastries. (End of Chapter)