The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 119 A Surge of Visits (Please Subscribe)
It snowed heavily one day, but the sun is out today.

The winter sun slanted into the room, casting long shadows on the floor.

However, since the windows were just covered with plastic sheeting, the sunlight wasn't as bright as usual, and it was blurry and mixed with the heat in the room, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

The shouts of the labor shock brigade could be heard outside.

Today is a big day; every household has to participate in snow removal.

Qian Jin sighed, "On such an important day, I have to get sick. What bad luck!"

Wei Qinghuan came over and tucked him in: "Alright, I know you're very conscientious, but right now you shouldn't think about anything else. Taking good care of yourself is the most important thing."

He placed his calloused fingers on his forehead to test it.

The female teacher felt a little more at ease: "It should have dropped below 38 degrees Celsius. Here, let me help you drink some more water."

Qian Jin drank some water, and Wei Qinghuan moved a stool over and sat about two meters away, her slender white fingers twisting the tassels of a woolen scarf.

Sunlight shone on her, and tiny dappled spots of light danced into her open neckline.

Seeing this, Qian Jin deliberately coughed and dragged out the cough: "Teacher Wei, listen to the howling north wind outside. Can you hear me from that far away?"

"I heard you. Just behave yourself. The doctor said you need to rest." Wei Qinghuan didn't even look up. How could she not know what kind of rotten plan he was up to?

Qian Jin stared at her flushed cheeks, then suddenly lifted the blanket: "Teacher Wei, this bed board is so uncomfortable. Come here and feel it for me. Where is it hurting?"

Wei Qinghuan hurriedly got up and rushed over to press the blanket down on him: "Why are you more unruly than a child? Don't you know any better?"

"You had a fever and finally managed to sweat it out, why did you lift the covers?"

"My heart is beating very fast." Qian Jin pressed her hand to his chest. "Really, if you don't believe me, feel it. Can you feel it? Do you know where my heart is?"

“Of course it’s on the left.” Wei Qinghuan tried earnestly.

Qian Jin, with a tender look in his eyes, began to spout cheesy pickup lines: "No, it's on your end."

Wei Qinghuan naturally knew that she was being teased.

She pulled her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted, but accidentally knocked over the enamel mug on the bedside table. Whether from panic or embarrassment, the female teacher's earlobes turned red.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, the taut fabric outlining a rounded curve, which made Qian Jin's eyes redden.

Corny pickup lines will seem cheesy to more worldly girls in the future.

But in this innocent era, they are the ones who can most touch girls' hearts, because they are innocent.

They see bold and direct love as the most sincere.

At that moment, a loudspeaker on the street began playing "I Dedicate Oil to My Motherland," the resounding song drowning out the two men's intertwined breathing.

Qian Jin's fingers climbed up her slender waist, and Wei Qinghuan jumped up like a bristling kitten: "What are you doing? If you keep acting up like this, I'll take you to the hospital for a shot!"

That's what she said, but her voice was much softer than usual, her eyes sparkling and her lips smiling.

Qian Jin concluded that this was not a warning but a seduction!

He then promptly curled up into a ball: "Ouch, ouch, my mother's here, I'm not feeling well..."

"You lied to me again!" Even as she said this, Wei Qinghuan quickly came over to help him up.

"Lie down next to me for a while. Look how tired you are. You've been busy all the time, your feet haven't even touched the ground." Qian Jin moved half a foot closer, leaving a steaming dent on the peony-patterned bed sheet.

Wei Qinghuan shook her head vigorously: "I'm not tired at all. When I went to the countryside, I carried fifty buckets of water in one morning and I wasn't tired. Besides, I'm not constantly busy and my feet don't touch the ground."

“You do,” Qian Jin insisted, his eyes filled with a tender, sensual look. “You’ve been on my mind the whole time.”

Wei Qinghuan couldn't take it anymore: "Don't be like this, I...I'm scared."

Qian Jin stopped teasing her and said seriously, "I feel bad that you're so tired. What if you collapse from exhaustion? Of course, I'd be happy to take care of you, but I'd be so worried about you if you got sick."

"Besides, the college entrance exam is just around the corner, and those students preparing for the exam are counting on you to help them make a final push."

"Most importantly, if you get sick from exhaustion again, how will we get the marriage certificate? Once I can go out, we'll submit an application to the neighborhood committee and then go get the certificate!"

Wei Qinghuan poked his forehead with her finger: "You promise not to lay a hand on me, you promise the leader."

Qian Jin immediately raised three fingers: "It's inappropriate to make a guarantee to Comrade Leader. I swear on my deceased parents, otherwise..."

He waited for reality to unfold like in an idol drama, where Wei Qinghuan would cover his mouth with her hand for fear he would make a solemn oath.

The female teacher stared at him and sneered, "Hurry up, I know what you're thinking!"

Qian Jin said helplessly, "Otherwise, I'll have those two take me to the underworld to meet my ancestors!"

Only then did Wei Qinghuan sit on the edge of the bed, relieved.

With her long legs crossed, her work pants tautly accentuated her beautiful lines.

The old wooden bed creaked under the weight of the weight.

Qian Jin pulled her aside and said, "Lie down and rest, really, get some rest."

Wei Qinghuan lay down against the edge of the bed, her body stiff as a door panel.

Qian Jin turned to the side and put his arm around her.

The female teacher glared at him: "You!"

"I've been thinking about it, and we should take more wedding photos, then choose the best one to put on our marriage certificate," Qian Jin said earnestly.

Wei Qinghuan, caught up in the conversation, asked shyly yet expectantly, "Wouldn't that be a waste of money?"

Qian Jin subtly moved his hand upwards: "Don't worry, our family won't have to worry about money anymore..."

Wei Qinghuan wasn't easily fooled and immediately reached out to block him, saying, "I knew it, I knew it!"

"How can you be so annoying? I'm telling you, you made a vow."

Qian Jin said, "Yes, I swore an oath."

“I promise my deceased parents that once my fiancée sleeps with me, I must touch her and kiss her, or I will ask them to take me to the underworld to meet our ancestors.”

"Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to be taken to the underworld by a ghost, would you?"

Wei Qinghuan pinched him angrily: "Why are you so mean? If you do that again, I'm leaving!"

Qian Jin hugged her and buried his head in his arms.

Now that you're here, which way do you go?

But that's about it.

After all, they're not married yet.

He has to respect people.

Wei Qinghuan's meticulous care, coupled with their first embrace, made Qian Jin fall into a state of blissful intimacy.

He doesn't want to get sick.

But if he were sick and could get intimate with Wei Qinghuan, he would be happy to do so.

However, as the old saying goes...

Life is full of disappointments, eight or nine times out of ten!

Qian Jin finally managed to coax Wei Qinghuan into bed, and the two of them chatted sweetly, embracing each other.

Taking advantage of his fever, he unleashed all the corny pickup lines he had ever used in his life.

Wei Qinghuan kept saying he was shameless, yet she kept listening.

However, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded outside the door...

Wei Qinghuan's pretty face flushed with panic, and she subconsciously sat up: "They're not coming for our house, are they?"

Qian Jin said heavily, "Of course."

"And it was an acquaintance who came; otherwise, wouldn't Huang Chui have been making a racket?"

Sure enough, the footsteps grew closer.

Wei Qinghuan hurriedly tried to get out of bed.

It was very hot inside, and she was only wearing a thin cotton shirt. Then the outer door creaked open, and seeing that someone was about to come in, she panicked and didn't know what to do.

Qian Jin pulled up the blanket and said, "Let's hide for a while. Whoever comes, I'll make them get lost!"

Wei Qinghuan lost her composure.

She had never experienced anything like this before, and without caring about the consequences, she threw off the covers and crawled to the side against the wall.

"Chief Qian!" The door slammed against the whitewashed wall, and Zhu Tao rushed in carrying an aluminum lunchbox. "Hey, it's so hot!"

Qian Jin angrily said, "What are you doing here—no, close the door! We finally managed to get some warmth out of the house!"

Zhu Tao shouted to Zhao Bo behind him, "Close the door! Chief Qian's place has finally gotten a little warm!"

Zhao Bo called out again, and a group of six or seven people arrived. Their military overcoats were still stained with red oil from spicy hot pot, making them look like cooks who had just been withdrawn from the battlefield.

Everyone brought something; some carried an aluminum lunchbox, while others held a steaming enamel mug in their arms.

Zhu Tao asked with concern, "Do you have a fever? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Qian Jin reached out and gathered his clothes around his side, making it impossible to tell that the blanket was unusually bulging.

Then he reached under the covers and said lazily, "These days, you can't go to the hospital for a cold. We working class are all about toughing it out and defeating the disease."

Wei Qinghuan was naturally beautiful. She used to eat very little nutrition and never used shampoo, yet her hair was still very smooth.

So he started petting it like he was petting a cat.

"I heard you have a fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius. Are you still going to tough it out?" Zhu Tao opened the lunchbox, which was crowded with a dozen or so perfectly round eggs.

Qian Jin gestured, "Put your things down and you can get out of here."

Zhu Tao scratched his head: "Chief Qian, what you're saying is true. We should be concerned about you."

Zhao Bo showed off the enamel mug he brought: "Chief Qian, quickly drink this revolutionary nutrient solution. My family has made beef bone soup, this is the first batch, it's good for replenishing qi and strengthening yang."

The other team members chimed in, saying:

"Chief Qian, you must hold on!"

"You need to take care of your health. The soup base for our mobile canteen's spicy hot pot depends entirely on your supervision!"

"What the hell are you talking about! Chief Qian, please take care of your health. The revolutionary cause still needs you to lead us. Your body doesn't just belong to you anymore, it belongs to all the working people of Taishan Road..."

Qian Jin has been apprehended.

He was already hard.

They were completely subdued by this group of people.

Zhao Bo took off his dog-skin hat, picked up his enamel mug, and leaned closer: "Look, this is freshly made bone broth this morning, with half a pound of pepper. Take it while it's hot and work up a sweat!"

Qian Jin quickly waved his hand: "Don't come near me, or you'll catch a cold."

This guy's groveling manner is just like a traitorous dog.

Zhao Bo bravely straightened his chest: "I'm not afraid. To get the same cold as you, Chief Qian, is..."

"Please, I'm sick and need to rest. Please stop tormenting me and let me rest." Qian Jin, afraid his wife would suffocate, opened the door a crack.

The way these guys are licking the boots without any real intentions makes them look even more like traitors.

Zhao Bo and the others exchanged glances and nodded in deep agreement: "Yes, Chief Qian needs to rest."

"Let's go then. But why is no one looking after Chief Qian? Where's Teacher Wei? Chief Qian takes such good care of her; she even went to work!"

"I'm not trying to cause trouble, Chief Qian, I just have a cousin..."

Qian Jin said, "Teacher Wei and I are getting our marriage certificate soon, so you should do something decent. You have a sister, but I have my brother Zhu Tao, who is still single!"

Zhu Tao nodded frantically, then shook his head frantically: "I've met Zhao's cousin. Let me put it this way, even if Teacher Wei's face was splattered with boiling oil twice, it would still be three points better than his sister's."

Zhao Bo cursed and swore.

Qian Jin really had no mood or energy to chat with them, so he waved his hand and said, "I know you're trying to make me happy, but I really can't do it anymore. It's not that I can't do it anymore, it's that I'm too tired."

"Go, you can go."

The group had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

Before leaving, Zhu Tao said, "You guys go first. Chief Qian can't be left unattended. I'll stay and take care of him."

Qian Jin said, "Teacher Wei went to the restroom. She's been taking care of me!"

Zhao Bo replied, "Then, Chief Qian, don't tell her about my cousin."

"Also, drink this beef bone soup while it's hot; it really can cure a cold."

Qian Jin took the enamel mug.

This guy really went all out; he probably killed a pepper seller in his family.

He choked on the soup and sneezed three times in a row, almost dropping snot bubbles into the soup.

Wei Qinghuan poked her head out and let out a long sigh of relief.

It was already hot inside, and Qian Jin was sweating profusely. This made her even hotter under the covers. Her black hair clung to her skin, and her oval face turned red from the heat.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and get my clothes." Wei Qinghuan pinched him and then shook her head. "No, don't move, I'll go by myself..."

Just then, Zhu Tao and his group's voices rang out from outside the door: "Oh, Director Wei is here?"

"Director Wei really loves the people like his own children, haha, why don't you show us some love later and come out to shovel snow together?"

Wei Xiangmi said irritably, "Of course we'll come out to shovel snow. Look at your level of awareness, you're just afraid of doing extra work, aren't you?"

"You guys get back to work. I'll go check on your Chief Qian and then get to work too. By the way, how's Chief Qian doing?"

Zhao Bo said, "It looks alright. It'll probably be even better after drinking my family's beef bone soup."

Wei Xiangmi asked, "Is Teacher Wei inside?"

"No, it's completely empty inside," Zhu Tao said.

"Isn't Chief Qian a human being? Huh? Is he even a human being?"

The group argued and left.

Wei Qinghuan, who was already dressed, was filled with despair upon hearing Zhu Tao's words.

Qian Jin pulled back the covers and said, "What are you hesitating for? Hurry up and come back."

The sound of the outer door being pulled open rang out.

Wei Qinghuan didn't have time to take off her clothes, so she had no choice but to squeeze in like this.

Qian Jin had just put down the quilt when the curtain was lifted again.

Wei Xiangmi, the director of the neighborhood committee, stepped in wearing shiny black leather shoes, with a bright red leader badge pinned to the pocket of her navy blue Lenin suit.

She carried a willow basket tied with a red ribbon, and upon entering, she giggled, "Captain Qian, the organization heard that you fell ill, and specially entrusted me to bring you warmth."

Qian Jin smiled wryly: "Does it really have to be this formal?"

Wei Xiangmi laughed and said, "I was just joking to cheer you up, but I really came to visit you on behalf of our neighborhood."

"These are the gifts from the neighborhood committee: ten pounds of ginger, five pounds of scallions, two bottles of canned fruit, one pound of brown sugar, one pound of peach shortbread, a pack of biscuits, and one pound of fructose."

"Is this a proper visit? Let me tell you, this is the standard for visiting retired cadres!"

Qian Jin stared at the basket piled high with ginger, and for a moment he thought he was going to have to switch careers and sell brown sugar ginger slices.

These days, the power of women is truly remarkable.

Wei Xiangmi carried the 20-plus kilograms of goods over one arm.

It's a canned food jar... "Why is it a bit green?" Qian Jin looked at the green color on the surface of the canned peaches and was a little scared.

Wei Xiangmi explained, "Hey, these are things from the Chinese New Year two years ago. I planned to give them to the elderly living alone last spring, but I forgot about them in the warehouse."

She added nonchalantly, "But don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The peaches inside are fine, they won't spoil. You can just scrape off the green part and eat them."

Qian Jin was about to open his mouth.

Director Wei asked again, "What's wrong? Do you mind?"

"If you mind, I can replace it with calcium milk biscuits or soda, but it's not as economical as canned fruit."

Qian Jin smiled wryly: "I don't mind at all, not at all, since there are no maggots."

Wei Xiangmi nodded: "That's right, it doesn't affect the taste. You'll find out when you try it, it's still just as sweet."

"By the way, you're usually in great physical condition, as strong as a bull. How did you suddenly fall ill? It's really heartbreaking."

His last words were spoken very gently.

Qian Jin explained, "We caught a car thief last night, but it's all over now. Director Wei, you're quite busy, why don't you go ahead and finish your work? You can come over when you're free at noon."

Wei Xiangmi giggled, "What's wrong? Why do I feel like you're trying to get rid of me?"

"How could that be!" Qian Jin chuckled awkwardly.

Your intuition is incredibly accurate.

Wei Xiangmi looked around and asked, "Little Wei didn't come to take care of you? I heard you two are dating, is that true?"

Qian Jin said, "Yes, yes, it's not just about dating anymore. Director Wei, you're here just in time. I was just about to apply to our neighborhood committee to get married to Teacher Wei. We'll register as soon as I recover."

Wei Xiangmi said, "Hey, what's the rush, you young people? Teacher Wei is a good girl and a good comrade, I like her very much, but!"

"You two haven't known each other for very long, have you? I think it's only been two months. Why are you in such a hurry to get married?"

Qian Jin said, "We actually fell in love at first sight."

Wei Xiangmi rolled her eyes at him: "Don't get involved in these dregs of the bourgeoisie and feudal landlord class."

"I've been through this, let me tell you, marriage is a big deal, and a revolutionary partner is someone you'll spend your whole life with."

"I really like Teacher Wei, and I strongly agree that you and Teacher Wei should become revolutionary partners when the conditions are right, but!"

Qian Jin was speechless.

I'm so annoying.

Wei Xiangmi tried her best to persuade him:
"I have to give you some advice. Marriage is a serious matter and you can't treat it lightly. You two need to spend more time together and get to know each other better. You've only been back in the city for less than half a year, and you're always in the labor shock brigade interacting with a bunch of men. You can't rush into marriage like this."

"Well, starting this weekend, you don't need to go to the countryside to support the farmers. I'll introduce you to a few female comrades so you can choose a suitable one as your revolutionary partner."

Qian Jin said helplessly, "It's really unnecessary. Zhao Bo just introduced me to his sister..."

“His sister won’t do,” Wei Xiangmi chuckled. “His cousin, right? I’ve met her. Although finding a revolutionary partner is more about matching ideas and qualities, looks have to be passable too.”

"You know I never speak ill of people behind their backs, but I have to tell you the truth, about Xiao Zhao's cousin."

After hesitating for a moment, she still used an analogy to make an impact: "During the War of Resistance Against Japan, even those beasts like the Japanese devils probably wouldn't have dared to insult her."

Qian Jin couldn't help but laugh: "Then I have to meet him..."

A sharp pain shot through my ribs.

He explained, "I don't usually see ugly people, but I wanted to see something this ugly."

Wei Xiangmi criticized him: "Your thinking is wrong. It's not like she chose to be ugly. You can choose not to date her, but you can't make fun of her."

Qian Jin explained weakly, "You're right, I'm suddenly a little tired and want to rest."

Wei Xiangmi said, "If you have a cold and fever, you need to rest more. It's settled then. I'll introduce you to my niece on Sunday."

"Don't worry, the girl is only slightly less attractive than Teacher Wei, and her academic level is only a little lower, but her family background is much better!"

She got dressed and left.

Qian Jin shouted, "Da Jun!"

The door opened, and Zhang Aijun poked his head in.

Qian Jin said, "Lock the door. Lock the door from the outside. If anyone comes to ask, just say I'm asleep."

Zhang Aijun nodded and left.

Wei Qinghuan was sweating.

She glared angrily at Qian Jin after she came out.

Qian Jin asked, "Would you like some beef bone soup? It's the first bowl of soup from Zhao Bo's house."

He explained helplessly, "Everyone's just teasing me. They don't really want to introduce me to someone. They already know we're dating!"

Wei Qinghuan wiped her sweat and suddenly laughed: "I was just joking with you, why would I really get angry at you?"

"It's their business to introduce you to potential partners, not yours."

"It's so hot!"

She fanned herself with her hand, and even the simple scent of soap smelled quite pleasant.

The door lock was locked all morning.

Qian Jin finally got a good rest.

By noon, his head was about to give out. Xu Weidong, his head covered in ice shards, burst through the door: "Why is the door still locked? Open it quickly, we need to check on him every now and then. What if he goes delirious with fever?"

Zhang Aijun explained, "There are people inside."

Wei Qinghuan hurriedly opened the inner door and greeted, "Brother Dajun, open the door."

The door opens.

Xu Weidong's eyes darted around: "Teacher Wei, I've come at the wrong time."

Wei Qinghuan took the bag from his hand and said, "Why not? Any time is a good time for you to come."

"Don't overthink it. I locked the door so he could get some rest; he took a nap this morning."

Xu Weidong suddenly realized.

He barked as soon as he walked in, "Brother, your body can't take it anymore! What's wrong? You're not even married yet, how come your bones are already as thin as a radish?"

Qian Jin explained what had happened last night.

Upon hearing that someone had come to steal his bicycle, Xu Weidong slapped his thigh and said, "Next time, call me! We have to beat up this kind of person on the spot!"

Wei Qinghuan poured him a cup of tea.

Xu Weidong waved his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary: ​​"I'm not here for tea, I'm here to get treatment for my older brother."

"Come on, get your stuff out!"

He took things out of his bag.

They took out small jars one by one.

Qian Jin's eyes lit up as he looked at the antique-style building: "Is it an antique?"

Xu Weidong said, "A 72 antique?"

"This is a cupping set. My family bought it in 72 for my dad to use for cupping, but he never got to use it. It's actually a new thing."

Qian Jin waved his hand vigorously.

Don't try that.

Given Xu Weidong's skills, he was afraid he'd be overripe.

Xu Weidong pulled him at his limit: "Come on, don't be shy, I finally managed to catch someone with a cold..."

"Get him out! Teacher Wei, get him out of here!"

"Who are you trying to bomb?" Qiu Dayong's laughter rang out from outside.

Qian Jin's eyes lit up.

The eldest brother has arrived!

Millionaire Bro!

Qian Jin sat up and gestured for him to sit down: "Da Yong, what brings you here too?"

Qiu Dayong said, "I just came back to eat, and I heard that you caught a cold, Brother Qian? What happened? How could you catch a cold in this weather?"

"Is your body too weak? Soak the old ginseng I gave you the other day, that stuff works."

Qian Jin thought to himself, "Even if I were to soak myself, I couldn't soak that old ginseng."

In order to save the ginseng, he simply gave up: "It's not a matter of qi and blood, my body is as thin as a radish - that's the diagnosis given by our doctor Xu."

Qiu Dayong clapped his hands and said, "Then I really brought the right gift."

He pulled a newspaper package from his satchel, and peeled it back to reveal a shiny, greasy object.

"Tiger bone!" Xu Weidong asked in shock.

Qiu Dayong asked in surprise, "You recognize this?"

Qian Jin asked with interest, "It really is tiger bone? How did you manage to get your hands on this?"

Qiu Dayong explained, "The ones I brought back along with the ginseng were all intended as gifts for the leaders."

"But we're all just amateurs, we can't even find the right path. Or maybe this is God's will, and these things were prepared for you!"

Qian Jin didn't stand on ceremony.

Tiger bones are a precious commodity!

I expect it to be a good price in the mall!
He left the tiger bone but didn't let Qiu Dayong leave empty-handed, directly handing him the brown sugar and pastries that Wei Xiangmi had sent.

He also gave Qiu Dayong two wool blankets: "You have female comrades over there. It's getting cold, so you might not have enough blankets?"

"Take two sets back for now to tide you over, and I'll help you tinker with something else later."

Qiu Dayong quickly waved his hand: "What are you doing..."

"Don't be so polite with me," Qian Jin interrupted him with a dark look on his face. "If you keep being so polite with me, then don't call me Brother Qian anymore!"

Qiu Dayong sniffed, silently took the things, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qian, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Qian Jin laughed: "That's what a good buddy is like. Did I ever stand on ceremony with the ginseng and tiger bone you gave me?"

"You never learn anything good, you just keep being overly polite. You have to learn this from Wei Dong. Wei Dong is shameless and never polite."

Xu Weidong was looking for something to eat and said without turning his head, "I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you."

Because of the preciousness of the old ginseng, Qian Jin invited Qiu Dayong to have a meal together after he recovered from his illness.

One million, one million.

This is currently the largest single commodity value.

In the afternoon, he continued to be affectionate with Wei Qinghuan.

Analgin can effectively reduce fever.

His fever subsided considerably in the afternoon.

This relieved Wei Qinghuan.

Because fever tends to recur in the afternoon and then rise again in the evening, if the fever doesn't recur much in the afternoon, then there is hope for recovery.

I finished get off work, and night fell.

A clanging and banging sound came from outside the door.

Huang Chui shouted, and Wei Qinghuan shouted at it again, so it tucked its tail between its legs and ran in, crawling under the bed.

Hu Shunzi, whose house resembled a double-door refrigerator, squeezed in carrying a bulging bag, his military overcoat still covered in flour.

"Captain Qian, your unit has approved your sick leave allowance!"

He placed the bag on the table and opened it, revealing a waterfall of white noodles:
"Thirty pounds of dragon beard noodles made from the finest flour! Our Minister Yang said that when you have a cold, you should eat hot soup noodles!"

Foremen from other teams rushed in.

Several young foremen stared wide-eyed when they saw Wei Qinghuan under the lamplight.

The old foreman quickly elbowed them, saying, "We're here to see Brigade Leader Qian, not to see his wife!"

Wang Dong happened to be there too.

He's an easygoing person, without any sense of distance. When he saw a foreman carrying a big bag, he deliberately leaned over and sniffed it: "What's this?"

"Wow! Cured pork?"

"It's not cured meat," foreman Yu Shuigen said with a smirk as he carried the bag. "It's aged ham that the company specially approved. They put a little too much salt in it when it was cured. It's delicious and won't spoil."

Wang Dong exclaimed, "The supply and marketing cooperative is really something else; these products are great!"

He then looked at the large group of foremen: "Is this the arrival of the working class's sick visitation team?"

None of the foremen came empty-handed.

A small mountain of food was piled up on the octagonal table.

Needless to say, there's a wide variety of food available, including meat, side dishes, eggs, pastries, candies, dried fruits, canned fruits, and malted milk powder.

In addition, there are rare items, such as black fungus from the Northeast, dried mushrooms from the Southwest, dried meat from the Northwest, and sea cucumbers from the Southeast—basically, all kinds of good stuff.

Wang Dong was right about one thing: all these people in the supply and marketing system, whether they were big bosses or small bosses, had made a lot of money and were quite wealthy.

"Good heavens, those who know the situation say it's a visit to the sick, but those who don't think it's the supply and marketing cooperative opening its granary to distribute grain!" Qian Jin joked in a hoarse voice.

Foreman Song Yuefu offered unfounded flattery: "It's mainly because Brigade Qian is capable and takes good care of us subordinates. We remember your kindness in our hearts."

"Now that you have a cold, we will definitely bring you things that we wouldn't normally use ourselves. Your health is the most important thing."

The group nodded repeatedly: "That's how it is."

There's not much to say about visiting a patient.

Qian Jin inquired about today's work and told them to pay close attention these next two days, saying that he would definitely take good care of everyone after returning to the unit.

He also promised to host a banquet for everyone at a state-run restaurant in the next few days.

Everyone was satisfied and left after seeing that the sentiment was appropriate.

But 205 has no shortage of customers.

Zhou Yaozu brought two more bags of biscuits.

Some quick-thinking test-takers even brought him gifts...

Finally, Wei Qinghuan gave in: "Chief Qian, please take good care of yourself, otherwise so many comrades will be worried about you and unable to work properly."

"These junior managers in your unit, I think..."

She shook her head again and again.

Qian Jin pulled her hand into his arms and continued with his cheesy pickup lines: "Don't complain, just hug me."

Poor Wei Qinghuan, she's never experienced anything like this before.

She's exactly the type who falls for that.

My whole body went limp.

(End of this chapter)