The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 103 They're all hugging each other now, so I don't need to spin around anymore, right? (Please subscribe)
The warehouse belonging to the supply and marketing cooperative was filled with a musty smell, and the corrugated iron roof crackled and popped in the sea breeze.

The once bustling loading and unloading area was now eerily quiet, with a dozen or so porters squatting by the cement platform, some of their work pants still covered in ice crystals that smelled fishy.

With the team leader in trouble, several teams of porters from the supply and marketing cooperative lost their motivation to work and were all busy trying to find out what happened.

After Hu Shunzi went out to inquire around, he came back and kicked over the bamboo basket containing frozen fish.

He crushed the brown algae hanging on the basket with the sole of his liberation shoe and cursed, "That bastard Song Hongbing! He shouts about fighting the revolution, but behind the scenes he's just doing espionage!"

The others joined in, cursing, "Song Hongbing is a scoundrel."

"We were hoping to improve our lives by venturing into the ghost market, but instead, he's carrying a camera and planning to arrest us?"

"Using a broken camera as a guillotine, does he think he's Bao Zheng (a famous judge in Chinese history)?"

Qian Jin took the initiative to come forward and apologize. He took out a copy of the "Haibin Daily" from his bag and said, "Comrades, it's all my fault."

The newspaper unfolded, displaying photos of Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu wearing red flowers on their chests; this was a report from the time about the study session.

He continued:

“I accidentally caught a group of smugglers, and Captain Song was definitely upset. He wanted to make a name for himself for the organization, but since he couldn't find any smugglers, he set his sights on us workers…”

The porters were even more furious upon hearing this.

Song Hongbing, you're a scoundrel!

Even the good-natured Lao Guai angrily exclaimed, "Using comrades' blood to dye one's own official hat and plume? Not even a dog would do that!"

Kang Xin nodded repeatedly but didn't say anything. He huddled behind a large vat of brine, trying to minimize his presence.

But Qian Jin was watching him closely.

Seeing Kang Xin pretending to be a coward, Qian Jin took the initiative to say, "Deputy Foreman Kang, judging from what Brigade Leader Song said, someone betrayed our team..."

"Huh? Really? Who did this? They're scoundrels!" Kang Xin was filled with righteous indignation.

Everyone was staring at him.

Wei Xiongtu said bluntly, "Kang Xinnian, don't try to play dumb or deny it. I saw you leading Captain Song onto the ship!"

Kang Xin pointed at him angrily and said, "Stop spouting nonsense..."

“Someone is making false accusations, but it’s not Lao Wei, it’s you!” Qian Jin slapped his hand forcefully.

"To be honest, I saw you two too, and I knew you came with hostility and ill intentions, so I left the ghost market early!"

The porters were muscular but not simple-minded; on the contrary, they were all cunning as devils.

Now that Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu have taken the initiative to denounce Kang Xinxin, others are seizing the opportunity to kick him while he's down.

"Old Kang, come on, everyone knows you're Song Hongbing's good dog."

"He did it willingly. He was willing to lick Song Hongbing's crotch. Who doesn't know that he got his position as deputy foreman by licking hooks?"

"But this time it's gone too far, they actually colluded with Song Hongbing to target our colleague whom we work with every day..."

Kang Xinxin panicked when he realized he had incurred the wrath of the masses.

Qian Jin is also taking the time to shift the blame:
“I overheard Captain Song talking to someone about something, saying that he had planted his own people in all eight squads in Jiagang. They even reported what time we old folks went to the outhouse!”

Kang Xin glared at him, ready to curse.

Qian Jin's eyes were far more ferocious than his.

Kang Xin was immediately frightened. Seeing that Hu Shunzi had been silently smoking without accusing him, he went to ask for help, took out a cigarette and offered it to him, saying:

"Foreman Hu, look at them! What are they saying? You have to give me justice!"

Hu Shunzi threw away his cigarette butt, snatched the cigarette pack from his hand, and then stood up and said seriously, "Stop arguing, comrades, listen to me."

"Old Kang is one of our own after all. Here's what we'll do: since he made a mistake, let's punish him with internal discipline. After that, the matter will be over, and no one is allowed to mention it again!"

Others asked in confusion, "Do we have internal rules?"

"Yes, how should we punish him?"

Hu Shunzi grinned maliciously, spitting on Quan Fengfeng with his fist: "Let me beat him up!"

Kang Xin was so frightened that he turned and ran away.

Others just wanted to see him ruined.

Hu Shunzi wanted him dead!

The workers weren't joking; spies are more hateful than enemies.

Kang Xinxin ran outside when a ball of rope the size of a football flew from behind and hit him on the back of the head with a thud, making him stumble.

A burst of relieved laughter filled the air.

Kang Xinxin knew he couldn't stay at work any longer, so he claimed to be sick and asked for leave that day, and didn't come to work for the next two days.

Qian Jin was quite satisfied with the result.

This thorn in our side has been removed.

The ghost market, however, resumed operation two days later!
The police department was unable to strictly control American ships, and the American sailors became increasingly audacious, continuing their business activities.

In particular, the previous chaos caused some goods to be damaged, which meant they lost money instead of making any.

This means they have even more reason to do business.

However, they became much more cautious.

An additional inspection was added when people were brought aboard: weapons and dangerous goods were not allowed in the hold.

Qian Jin dressed up as a costumed character again, and he prepared some Chinese-style items such as watches, pens, herbs, handmade razors, and liquor.

Canned goods and compressed biscuits, which are usually hard currency, are of little use in the ghost market.

American sailors certainly didn't lack food, and they even had no shortage of watches and pens; it was just that styles with Eastern characteristics still had some market.

Just as Lao Guai said before.

They want Chinese gold and silver jewelry, antiques, and collectibles!
Back on the ship, a sailor chewing gum slammed half a pack of Marlboro cigarettes on a rusty table and was yelling at a young worker.

The sailor opened his mouth and muttered "crack" and closed it again, banging his cigarette case on the table with obvious impatience.

The young man clutched a canvas bag printed with "Grasp Revolution and Promote Production" in one hand, while his other hand revealed a watch drawn in pen on his wrist.
"I want this, a watch, a watch to tell time..."

There were even more translators at the ghost market today. Someone translated for the two of them. The sailor spat his chewing gum on the ground and took out a watch from his pocket to show the young man.

The translator said, "He wants to see what good things you have."

The young man took out a box of tea and a large bag of dried dates: "I understand science. They need this when they sail at sea; they need vitamins."

The sailors laughed contemptuously upon seeing this.

The translator laughed: "Now that we have vitamin pills, who would be deficient?"

“These things of yours are of no value to Jack. He asked if you had any silver or gold items, so he could trade them for this precious Swiss watch.”

Qian Jin knew that this foreign devil had tricked people again.

His watch is poorly made; it's a worthless Swiss watch.

But he didn't come to the ghost market to uphold justice, since the liquor he brought was actually homemade.

So he shook his head at the young man as a hint, then turned to look for items that interested him.

As for whether the young workers can achieve his goal, that's up to fate.

The sailors were all drunkards.

The liquor that Qian Jin brought is of good quality.

In particular, the beautiful shapes and antique charm of each bottle captivated them.

Qian Jin pretended to be mysterious and said that this was a high-grade national liquor specially supplied by the central government to entertain foreign guests, and some brainless sailors actually believed it.

One of the sailors unscrewed it, took a sniff, and gave a thumbs-up, nodding in approval: This stuff is really strong!
Qian Jin wondered, how could a bottle of 72-proof Lao Bai Gan that costs eight yuan not be strong?

I wonder if this stuff will kill someone.

But there's no need to worry about that.

Since the implementation of Prohibition, the United States has had a rich culture of bootlegging, which continues to this day, producing countless alcoholics who die from bootlegging every year.

Then the sailors thought he was just as easy to fool, and one of them waved a plastic lighter in a brass bag with the Statue of Liberty printed on it at him.

Qian Jin sneered: "Don't treat me like an ignorant country bumpkin. Don't put this kind of thing with 'whore' printed on it in front of me. I want real, good stuff!"

"Good stuff, we have it!" A scruffy sailor could actually understand Chinese.

He took out a beautiful machine to demonstrate: "A radio! The best radio in the world!"

This statement is somewhat exaggerated, but it's not entirely unfounded.

Qian Jin saw the letters 'SONY' on it.

It's a Sony radio; they truly possess top-of-the-line technology for today.

However, the slovenly sailor wanted to exchange a radio for the six bottles of liquor that Qian Jin had brought.

Qian Jin told him to get lost.

He unscrewed a bottle of wine, poured some onto the table, lit it with a lighter, and a dark blue flame roared up.

Several rednecks gasped and crowded around to watch.

The sailors, now drunkards, went wild when they saw the liquor in his hand.

Qian Jin should have just brought medical alcohol; it's cheaper that way.

Then another worker brought out a small metal box, which was full of cassette tapes.

Qian Jin glanced at them and found that they were all tapes of Chinese pop singers.

The most numerous are cassette tapes of Teresa Teng, the current leading female star in Chinese music, as well as tapes of Fong Fei-fei and Jenny Tseng.

Qian Jin saw Jenny Tseng's "Heart Lake", as well as Fong Fei-fei's "Knock Knock Door", "Unforgettable", "Maple Leaf Love", and so on.

Of course, there are also cassette albums by male singers.

But brand recognition is far from enough for Qian Jin.

He had never heard of any of them, including Hu Defu, Liu Wenzheng, Zhang Di, Wan Shalang, etc.

He had heard of Luo Dayou, but he didn't know if he had never debuted, because he didn't have any masterpieces.

Qian Jin hesitated when he saw the tapes.

They are all things that are somewhat useful but not very useful.

The store doesn't have any cassette tapes from the 1970s; even the old song tapes they have are products that were later consolidated by music distribution companies.

The old songs on these cassette tapes are from different eras, including the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s, so they can't be taken out.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Qian Jin took out his watch and offered to exchange it with the sailor.

The sailor took the watch, examined it, listened to it, then nodded and pulled the translator over:

"One watch for two cassette tapes? Let that son of a bitch dream on. Tell him, one watch is worth twenty cassette tapes!"

"Comrade, you're overcharging. He says that's his bottom line: one watch for five cassette tapes."

"Let him lower the bar a bit, one watch for fifteen tapes."

“He said he was offering his real bottom line this time: one watch and six tapes. If he could offer a lower price, then he’s your son.”

"Don't even think about it. One watch and eight cassette tapes, I'll leave if you don't trade!"

"Congratulations, comrade, you have a son born in Michigan—deal!"

Qian Jin handed over three watches in exchange for twenty-four cassette tapes.

In places like the black market, as long as you have good stuff, you'll never lack customers.

More sailors arrived with supplies: chocolates, candies, and canned meat. The sailors proudly declared, "These are all things you don't have!"

Qian Jin sneered.

I simply can't show it off, otherwise these things I have could sink your ships.

Seeing that he wasn't interested, the sailor pulled out a roll of stockings.

The translator said with great enthusiasm:

"These are things you can't see in your country now. You definitely won't regret buying them. If you have a wife, you'll know how valuable they are once she wears them!"

Qian Jin scoffed, "Don't think Chinese people are ignorant. Who cares about stockings? I've played with more styles than he's ever seen in his entire life!"

"Don't think I'm bragging. Ask him if he's ever seen a onesie? Has he ever seen horse oil stockings? Has he ever seen openwork jacquard stockings?"

"Hey, hey, hey, we don't need to take the bikinis out anymore! NO! No way!"

Stockings are still somewhat useful, but the mall has plenty of high-end products.

Does he need stockings right now?
What he lacks is someone who can wear stockings!
As for bikinis, they're completely useless.

He used to swipe away immediately when he saw bikinis on short videos; even male dogs don't like watching them.

A sailor threw over an iron box.

The translator said, "Your country has plenty of these, but certainly none as good or as thin!"

Qian Jin looked closely and realized it was a condom.

In terms of thickness, these covers could be used as disposable gloves.

He felt sorry for men today.

The white people were very resentful when they saw money coming in but not wanting this or that.

Finally, someone brought RMB: "Can I buy it with money?"

This is acceptable.

Qian Jin priced a bottle of wine at ten yuan.

Lai's Maotai liquor sold for the sky-high price of Maotai.

White people have money; they exchanged mass-produced industrial goods, which are currently worthless in the United States, for a considerable amount of RMB.

All six bottles of liquor were sold.

Someone opened their wallet to pay him, and Qian Jin's eyes suddenly lit up:
My wallet was full of colorful things that looked like banknotes.

Overseas Chinese remittance vouchers!
Overseas Chinese Remittance Commodity Supply Certificate!
This is an extremely sought-after item in China right now, and it's something Qian Jin can't find in the mall.

Admittedly, the mall does offer remittance vouchers.

But just like in the mall, there are RMB and tickets, and Qian Jin doesn't dare to buy these things indiscriminately.

Because he didn't know if he would somehow conjure up money and tickets that should have appeared in the future.

If it is used incorrectly, it will inevitably be investigated to the end by the relevant authorities as a crime of counterfeiting!

Compared to RMB and ration coupons, remittance certificates are much more valuable; ordinary families can't get their hands on them these days.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, only after overseas Chinese remitted money to their relatives in China could relevant domestic departments issue a legal purchase and sale voucher for goods based on the amount of the remittance.

Its purpose lies in its privileges.

It can be used to buy in-demand items in specialty stores such as Friendship Stores, and even foreign goods.

If Qian Jin could get his hands on the remittance certificates, he would be able to explain the origins of some of the goods in the future.

They said it was purchased at Friendship Store using remittance certificates from overseas Chinese.

So Qian Jin greeted the white man warmly: "Hey, Zhen Taoman, you can have anything you want!"

The translator laughed upon hearing this: "Hey buddy, no wonder you have good stuff, turns out you know English too?"

Qian Jin chuckled: "Self-taught."

The translator spoke with the white man, who then gave Qian Jin a contemptuous laugh.

He speaks very quickly.

Qian Jin has very poor English listening skills.

So he couldn't understand what the white man was saying at all, but he knew it was very swearing because words like "fuck," "shutter," and "bitch" started appearing again.

After hearing this, the translator shrugged and shook his head at Qian Jin.

“Sorry, buddy, Mr. Price isn’t interested in what you have left. In fact, he’s not interested in baijiu either. He says Chinese baijiu is—cough cough.”

Brake in time.

The translator didn't continue directly, but instead moved on to the next sentence:

"He didn't want to buy the liquor, he wanted to buy the bottle. He thought the bottle was very beautiful and had the style of ancient Chinese ceramics, so he bought two bottles as decorations."

Qian Jin asked, "What does he want?"

The translator continued to shrug: "Everyone in America knows that the black guy only wants Fuck, and the white guy only wants Mane."

"He wants what China can give him, I don't need to say more, do I?"

"Gold, silver, jewelry, cultural relics, and antiques," Qian Jin replied.

The translator nodded.

Qian Jin nodded, slowly.

He has no gold, silver, jewelry, cultural relics, or antiques, and even if he did, he would never sell them to foreigners.

But he can have replicas of cultural relics and fake antiques!

These items are readily available in the mall, and they even have an official product name: handicrafts.

Seeing the white-skinned rednecks brazenly deceiving the workers with counterfeit and inferior goods, considering the deception Li Chenggong and others had suffered before, and recalling the illegal acts of these white-skinned people trying to smuggle national treasures out of the country.

A daring idea sprouted in Qian Jin's mind: Double-cross!
It's a lie!
Such opportunities are rare and not easily encountered, so he first stopped the translator and said:

“Mr. Price wants antiques? To be honest, I happen to have one.”

The translator hurriedly spoke to Priscilla.

Intrigued, Price walked back and, through the translator, asked him, "What do you have?"

Qian Jin said calmly, "A lot of things."

The translator said, "Mr. Price would like to see these things; please bring them to our ship."

"As long as what you have is genuine, it doesn't matter whether you want remittance certificates, RMB, or USD!"

Qian Jin said, "I want gold!"

The translator shook his head: "There's nothing we can do about that. Do you think customs is a joke?"

"Mr. Price and his crew and passengers can bring money and supplies on board, but they cannot bring gold. This will be strictly checked and controlled at the border!"

Qian Jin felt somewhat regretful.

What he needs most is gold.

However, remittance certificates and cash are also acceptable.

He was about to continue discussing the details of the deal with Price when the other man started pointing and yelling menacingly at him.

The translator said, "Mr. Price asked me to warn you not to mistake him for one of those rough men like sailors and crew members. He's an expert and not easily fooled."

"If you do have genuine products, then he welcomes you."

"But if you're trying to play tricks, he has plenty of ways to deal with you. At the very least, you can't escape; he can get your fellow countrymen to find you."

Prince nodded, and at the same time beckoned a young white man over and said something to him.

Qian Jin still didn't understand what he was saying, but he did hear a word that he emphasized to the white man: 'Kaimoruo'.

Camera!

camera!

He understood that word.

But he pretended not to understand and asked the translator, "What was Mr. Price saying to his men?"

The translator laughed and said, "He's asking his men to get you a bottle of Coca-Cola."

"Do you know Coca-Cola? It's a delicious drink that you Chinese people can't get your hands on..."

"Coca-Cola is horse piss." Qian Jin sneered and turned to disappear into the crowd.

He probably guessed it.

Prince wanted his men to get a camera and take his picture.

That way, even if there are problems with the goods later, he can find someone to trace and arrest him!

The translation also confirms this: You can't escape, there's a way to find you!

Even with a hood on, Qian Jin didn't want to leave any photographic evidence, so he preferred to leave rather than do the business.

He blended into the crowd and continued his business; he still had some good items left to sell.

Herbs.

Herbs with added Great Blue Brother's medicinal powder.

This stuff is incredibly potent.

Because the money going in was for veterinary use...

He allowed the rednecks to try it; they ran out of herbs and drank them down in one gulp, and soon the rednecks came over wanting to buy them all.

He told his companion that he felt like he had become a stallion.

Qian Jin laughed heartily.

Skillful.

The stuff he was taking was definitely meant for stallions!

The rednecks had some good stuff, and in exchange for all the magical herbs, the sailor gave Qian Jin what he desperately needed.

A piece of gold, or more specifically, two large gold rings.

The sailors had thick fingers, and the gold rings they wore were large, roughly estimated to weigh twenty grams, and felt heavy in their hands.

Come back fully loaded.

When he got off work that evening, he bought a tape recorder at the mall.

Actually, he had a mini tape recorder in the mall. He bought it and hid it in his bag when he dealt with the thugs who were harassing Wei Qinghuan. It was this tape recorder that recorded his conversation with the thugs on a cassette tape.

But the tape recorder couldn't be taken out.

So advanced.

It was only slightly larger than a cassette tape, and its paint job was so beautiful that it was obvious to anyone that there was something wrong with it.

So Qian Jin has to buy a new tape recorder this time.

Fortunately.

When he ventured into the ghost market, he discovered that while tape recorders in China were still bulky, small cassette recorders had already appeared in the world.

One of the all-black Japanese-made models was quite nice, and he noted down the model number:
Panasonic RQ2106 tape recorder.

This machine was only two sizes larger than a brick, and even white sailors called it the brick tape recorder.

Qian Jin searched in the online store and actually found such an old machine.

The seller explained that this machine is an imported product from 78, with excellent manufacturing process, and it can still play cassette tapes even after 27 years.

However, the price is relatively expensive compared to other recorders in the mall, costing a whopping two thousand yuan!

After thinking it over, Qian Jin decided to buy the machine anyway.

Because this tape recorder was a star product in the ghost market at the time, many people noticed it.

Even if it is accidentally exposed, it can be explained as a gain from venturing into the ghost market.

The tape recorder used the same size D batteries as the flashlight. Qian Jin inserted the batteries and put in Teresa Teng's cassette tape.

Press the switch.

The music intro begins, and then a melodious song slowly rises:
"Fine wine and sizzling coffee, I just sip one cup, and then I'm reminded of the past, and I sip a second cup..."

Qian Jin realized this was not right.

Why is there background noise?

Is there something wrong with the machine?
He took out the palm-sized tape recorder and played the tape.

There's still static!
Qian Jin understood.

Rednecks are no good. This isn't an authentic cassette tape; it's a pirated one!

Damn it, I got screwed over by those rednecks!
But then I remembered that he traded a digital watch shaped like a mechanical watch for the tape, and I wasn't angry anymore.

Mutual sabotage.

Even!

Listening to music alone is not very interesting, especially since Teresa Teng's songs don't suit Qian Jin's aesthetic taste.

Qian Jin likes revolutionary songs, especially "The Bright Sun Shines in September," "I Love My China," and "Singing for the Motherland."
He felt that Wei Qinghuan should like Teresa Teng's Fei Fei Zhi Yin (a type of Chinese folk song).

So he went to the study room to rest with Teacher Wei.

As soon as he pushed open the door to the study room, he found it in complete chaos, and Wei Qinghuan's voice was very clear:
"It's alright, it's alright! This girl has low blood sugar, she probably has anemia, please make way..."

"The male student in front, open the door and let her pass so she can get some fresh air..."

"Does anyone have any candy or syrup? Could I borrow it for a moment?"

Qian Jin asked, "What's wrong?"

Nobody paid him any attention.

Someone brought over an enamel mug: "I have some brown sugar water here, Teacher Wei, please feed her a sip."

Qian Jin leaned closer to look and saw a slender female student slumped in the arms of her neighbor.

Under the incandescent light, his face was deathly pale, almost bloodless, and even his lips were grayish-white.

Wei Qinghuan's guess was correct.

The young woman was experiencing a hypoglycemic episode; after drinking the brown sugar water, she gradually recovered.

Only then did Wei Qinghuan notice Qian Jin: "Principal Qian is here?"

Other test takers offered their greetings.

Qian Jin was a little embarrassed: "Don't call me that. What kind of principal am I? I am indeed a rather arrogant person."

"Even if there really is a principal here, it should be Teacher Wei. Look how decisive and accurate Teacher Wei is in handling emergencies!"

Wei Qinghuan reached out and brushed her hair back, saying, "Because this isn't the first time I've experienced a hypoglycemic episode."

She patted the young woman on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Are these your special periods these past few days?"

The young woman shook her head.

Wei Qinghuan then became serious:

"Your health isn't very good. You can't push yourself to study like crazy in this condition. You need to rest when you need to and replenish your nutrition when you need to!"

It was no use her saying anything.

Many test-takers know they have a life-changing opportunity, especially those from the "Old Three Classes" (referring to students who graduated at the late 1960s and early 1970s) and those who graduated a long time ago.

All they know right now is that they are allowed to take the college entrance examination this year; they are still unclear about future policies.

Many people are worried that if they miss this opportunity, they will never have another chance, so they study very hard, wishing they could study 25 hours a day, 24 hours a day.

This is why the huge study room was filled with students in just two days.

Too many young people are putting all their energy into preparing for the college entrance examination.

Qian Jin heard that some test-takers had fainted due to low blood sugar before, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"Starting tomorrow, I'll add sugar to the hot water. I'll try to find connections and channels to get sugar."

"We'll add whatever sugar we have on hand, but we can't afford to have another hypoglycemia problem!"

The mall has plenty of glucose powder.

He buys a lot of candy, and the online store keeps recommending various kinds of candy to him, including glucose.

The glucose powder in the mall is very cheap, and it also contains elements such as calcium and zinc. As a result, a large bag of one pound only costs a few dollars, and it's even cheaper if you buy more at once.

Qian Jin's family also had white sugar.

He took the opportunity to call Wei Qinghuan away: "Teacher Wei, you take a look at the study room first. Teacher Wei, come with me home and get the sugar."

Wei Qinghuan nodded with a smile and said to everyone, "Look, Comrade Qian Jin has devoted himself wholeheartedly to everyone's studies."

"So if he's not the principal, then who is?"

The young people immediately agreed in unison.

Qian Jin waved his hand and said, "It's my duty," but he accepted the title.

Wei Qinghuan is helping him.

She didn't want Qian Jin's efforts to be in vain; she wanted the students preparing for the exams to at least be grateful to him.

In the future, regardless of whether the students preparing for the exams get into university or not, as long as they call her "Teacher Wei" and Qian Jin "Principal Qian," they will be connected.

Once the test takers shine in their respective positions, Qian Jin's network of connections will be terrifying.

Combined with the social status and wealth he will acquire, it will be far more terrifying than the resources he could have accumulated by being a college student.

Qian Jin took Wei Qinghuan back to 205. Huang Chui excitedly rushed over and wagged his tail when he saw the female teacher arrive.

Wei Qinghuan entered the room intending to take the sugar and leave, but found that Qian Jin had locked the door.

This startled the female teacher, who instinctively tightened her collar and whispered, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Qian Jin winked at her with a mischievous grin, then went to draw the curtains.

Wait until he turns around.

But then they saw Wei Qinghuan take off her coat...

This time, Qian Jin was really scared.

isn't it?
Teacher Wei is even more open-minded than me?!

Wei Qinghuan glared at him: "What kind of look is that? What nonsense are you thinking!"

"I know you have something private to discuss with me, otherwise you wouldn't have locked the door and drawn the curtains. I guess this isn't something that can be discussed in a few words. I'll take off my coat first; it's too hot in here, and I'm afraid I'll sweat and catch a cold when I go outside!"

Qian Jin was deeply disappointed.

However, Wei Qinghuan is indeed very clever.

She guessed correctly.

Qian Jin brought out a tape recorder: "Look what this is?"

He pressed the power button.

Pirated versions of Teresa Teng's songs were played again.

Wei Qinghuan was stunned.

Qian Jin remained silent and did not disturb her.

The stove was burning fiercely, and water vapor condensed into ice flowers on the glass window. Qian Jin adjusted the fire in the stove.

He was genuinely worried that Wei Qinghuan would catch a cold if she sweated indoors and then went outside.

The moonlight is clear and bright tonight.

It sliced ​​diagonally through the gap in the curtains, leaving a gleaming silver mark on the floor.

Qian Jin guessed correctly.

Teacher Wei really likes this soft, melodious sound.

As she listened to Teresa Teng's songs, a pale pink blush rose on her neck, like peach blossoms in early spring.

Teresa Teng's voice is like the plum rains of Jiangnan, gently washing over a young girl's heart:

"Next spring, when flowers bloom everywhere, we will meet again. Here's a flower for you, wishing you all the best, a bright future, and happiness in the spring..."

Upon hearing the singing, Huangchui also began its performance, biting its tail and spinning around incessantly, hoping to gain its owner's attention.

Reality disappointed it.

Wei Qinghuan's fingers unconsciously twisted her sweater as she murmured:

"This is Teresa Teng's decadent music!"

Qian Jin noticed that she seemed somewhat lost in thought.

Taking this opportunity, he went up and shook hands with Teacher Wei.

Wei Qinghuan also held Qian Jin's hand tightly.

Unrelated to feelings, she was confused, excited, and fearful at the moment, and the sweat from her palms soaked Qian Jin's calluses.

It wasn't until both songs were finished that Wei Qinghuan realized what was happening.

She was panting heavily, sweat staining her temples, and her legs were weak as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Qian Jin quickly drew back the curtains to let in the cold air.

Otherwise he'll make a mistake.

As soon as the curtains were opened, a large amount of moonlight streamed in, bathing Wei Qinghuan and making her appear pure and holy.

After taking a few deep breaths, she realized what was happening and asked in surprise, "Where did you come from? Ah, I know, you went to the Ghost Market again!"

After the siblings moved in together, Wei Xiongtu would tell her about his work experiences every day, so she was very familiar with the situation in Jiagang.

Qian Jin nodded: "Yes, when I went to the countryside, I exchanged some canned meat with the villagers for some silver dollars."

"This time I met a foreigner who liked silver dollars, so I traded them for this tape recorder made by the Japanese."

"I guessed you like listening to music, so this tape recorder is yours from now on, and you can listen to music anytime."

Wei Qinghuan smiled sheepishly: "Yes, I have low moral standards, and I don't know why I like listening to decadent music."

“Back when I was in the dormitory, some of my colleagues would listen to music on the radio across the strait at night. Those were often the happiest times for me.”

Qian Jin said, "You have a high level of ideological awareness and a high level of artistic appreciation."

"There's nothing wrong with listening to the song. You can listen to it without worry. With me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything. Just do what you like."

As he spoke, he sat down next to Wei Qinghuan and put his arm around the girl.

Wei Qinghuan was very clear-headed this time, and then leaned on Qian Jin's shoulder.

Upon seeing this, Huang Chui stopped and stuck out his tongue.

They're all hugging each other, so I don't need to spin around and wag my tail anymore, right?

(End of this chapter)