The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 166 Seeking a Renowned Teacher, Awaiting Assessment for Rural Posting
A chilly spring breeze swept across the red brick walls of the Soviet-style teaching building as Qian Jin and Song Zhiyuan arrived at the gate of Haibin University.

Setting down his bicycle, Song Zhiyuan gazed at the familiar campus from the school gate and murmured, "Almost ten years have passed, and nothing has changed."

His gaze was wistful.

The entrance to the coastal university is spacious but somewhat dilapidated. The glass of the bulletin board outside the gate is broken, and two front-page news articles from the People's Daily are posted inside.
The first article is about the First Session of the Fifth National People's Congress, where national leaders reiterated the goal of achieving the Four Modernizations in the 20th century.

The second article is yesterday's newspaper.

At the National Science Conference that began on the 8th, Comrade Xi Xian emphasized in his opening speech that science and technology are productive forces, and pointed out that mental workers who serve socialism are part of the working people.

Next to the two newspapers was a development outline, the newly released "National Science and Technology Development Plan Outline (Draft) for 1978-1985".

These two reports and this draft outline are extremely important for the development of higher education.

All insightful people have seen this as a sign of the nation's renewed emphasis on intellectuals.

Seeing the somewhat melancholy look in Song Zhiyuan's eyes, Qian Jin comforted him:

"Professor Song, take a look at these two reports. I can assure you that intellectuals like you will soon have their reputations restored and their jobs at the university reinstated."

Song Zhiyuan laughed upon hearing this. He wanted to say something, but finally shook his head and said, "It's great in the study room. You're a great principal, and the students are all great too."

Qian Jin also laughed, bursting into laughter: "What kind of principal am I? Is my nickname 'Principal'?"

Song Zhiyuan smiled but did not answer, he just waved his hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to find Teacher Su."

Teacher Su, Su Ya.

This is the English teacher Qian Jin is looking for; this time, he's finding a teacher for himself.

Su Ya's situation was different from that of Song Zhiyuan and other teachers. She was not affected by the chaos of the times and had been teaching at the seaside university.

Therefore, it was no easy task to hire a university professor as his tutor. Qian Jin was well aware of this, so he made preparations and brought gifts accordingly.

A very simple gift.

It was already evening, the time when students were leaving school and having dinner, and the campus was bustling with activity.

Many students stuffed their aluminum lunchboxes into their military-green satchels and hurriedly ran out of the teaching building towards the cafeteria.

Several male students wearing navy blue overalls were also standing inside the gate writing slogans.

They had already written the phrase "Marching towards the modernization of science and technology" in red paint. At that moment, a thin boy was using a brush dipped in lime water to paint the slogan template. The next thing to write was "Liberate the mind".

But when he turned his head by chance, his hand suddenly trembled, and the stroke of "放" became a bit shaky.

The bespectacled companion hurriedly pulled at his sleeve to wipe it, and amidst the rustling sound of the wool fabric rubbing against the brick wall, his annoyed voice rang out: "Old Gu, what are you up to?"

Old Gu ignored him, threw down his brush, and excitedly rushed towards Qian Jin, shouting, "Hey, Principal Qian, Professor Song!"

The students who were scribbling were startled and immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

They stood tall and proud, and one after another greeted Song Zhiyuan, "Hello, Principal."

But some people wondered, "Isn't our principal surnamed Zhao? How come his surname is Qian now?"

Qian Jin chuckled upon seeing the thin boy: "Gu Lichun? You got into Haibin University?"

This is a classmate who was studying in his study room. He was very good at science and was quite familiar with Wei Qinghuan, so Qian Jin had a good impression of him.

Gu Lichun nodded excitedly: "Yes, I got into the Chemistry Department."

He then looked at Song Zhiyuan with delight: "Professor Song, you really came back..."

“We’re here to ask other teachers for help,” Song Zhiyuan interrupted him with a smile. “It’s your Principal Qian who wants to learn English, and I’m helping him find an English teacher.”

"Alright, Gu Lichun, you guys get back to work. Go eat early, or the cafeteria will be out of food if you're late."

After saying that, he grabbed a handful of money and hurriedly headed towards the foreign language department building.

In front of the Russian-style pointed-roof teaching building, seven or eight Forever brand bicycles leaned crookedly under the plane trees.

A girl wearing a corduroy jacket jogged over to ride her bike, clutching a copy of "Xu Guozhang English".

She picked up her bicycle and tossed her head, the end of her braid brushing against a newly posted notice on the tree trunk—beneath the ink-stained "English Corner Open This Sunday" sign, there were still dark brown remnants of the old "Criticize X" slogans.

Their timing was unfortunate.

Su Ya wasn't in the Foreign Languages ​​Department's teaching office. After inquiring, Song Zhiyuan learned that the female teacher had gone to the second canteen for lunch.

Haibin University has remained unchanged for over a decade, and Song Zhiyuan was very familiar with the school, so he easily entered the second canteen with the money.

Long, winding queues formed at each of the canteen's windows, and steam from the stewed cabbage with vermicelli condensed into water droplets on the glass, obscuring the "Supply by Ticket" sign behind it.

The cafeteria worker in a white apron banged his metal ladle and shouted, "Hey, you guys in military overcoats, don't cut in line! Hold up your food coupons and vegetable tickets!"

The cafeteria was chaotic, with all sorts of noises:

"Zhou, could you please take my lesson plan to the third teaching building? Tonight's self-study period will be changed to my advanced mathematics class..."

"These simplified characters are such a mess, damn it, I can't keep this notebook..."

"Have you guys read the Third Plenary Session's communique? It says the focus of the Party's work will shift to socialist modernization. Dude, our country is about to change..."

The surroundings were noisy.

Qian Jin was surprised to find that some college students were already wearing bell-bottoms, and some boys even had long, flowing hair!

This was a scene he had never witnessed in society before.

Last year, he did see bell-bottoms on drivers like Qiao Jinbu, but he thought it was just drivers being unconventional. He didn't expect that a fashionable change had begun to take place on university campuses now.

Song Zhiyuan looked around in the cafeteria, then shook his head and said, "Let's wait in the office."

Qian Jin also found that there were too many people in the cafeteria, making it impossible to find anyone.

However, the other teachers and students were very enthusiastic. Less than five minutes after the two returned to the foreign language department's teaching building, an intellectual female teacher in her early thirties rushed over.

The female teacher was very beautiful, but unlike Wei Qinghuan's alluring charm, her beauty was gentle and refined. She had long hair, wore a white coat with black trousers and black leather shoes, and even when she was walking briskly, she maintained the demeanor of a well-bred lady.
"Teacher Song, you wanted to see me?"

His voice was gentle and refined, carrying the scholarly air unique to intellectuals.

Qian Jin cheered up.

This is Ms. Su Ya.

Suya's most striking feature is her eyes, large and bright, like two clear springs, but it's clear that fine lines have appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyuan laughed and pulled Qian Jin forward to introduce her, saying, "Su Ya, it's been a while. Come, let me introduce you."

"This is Comrade Qian Jin, the captain of the Jiagang Transport Team of our city's Supply and Marketing Cooperative, the captain of the Taishan Road Security Assault Team and the Labor Assault Team, and also the person in charge of the Taishan Road Study Room."

"This is Teacher Su Ya. I have already introduced her to Comrade Qian Jin."

Qian Jin quickly extended his hand: "Hello, Teacher Su! I've heard so much about you!"

Suya gently squeezed his hand; it felt cool and soft, like a piece of fine silk.

After letting go, she glanced at Qian Jin, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly: "Captain Qian, is there something you need from me?"

Qian Jin took out a letter of introduction with a red seal from his bag: "It's like this, our company is setting up a foreign business office and urgently needs to train English talents. I heard that Teacher Su has a high level of teaching, and I would like to ask you to take some time to give me a lecture."

Su Ya took the letter, quickly glanced through it, and her expression became somewhat troubled: "Captain Qian, thank you very much for your trust. But..."

She hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "Someone has already contacted me; they're also from your supply and marketing system."

It's not surprising that Qian Jin is involved.

When the province held a meeting for them, there were already thirty or forty young staff members who wanted to join the preparatory group for the Foreign Investment Office. Later, as the news spread, even more people wanted to join this new department.

Getting into the preparatory group is easy, but staying and becoming a formal member of the Foreign Investment Office is difficult.

This requires an assessment, and in order to pass the assessment, they naturally need to find an English or Japanese teacher to learn.

There are too few Japanese teachers and not many English teachers either, so it's easy to have the same teacher.

Song Zhiyuan asked on Qian Jin's behalf, "Could we ask who it is? This doesn't need to be kept secret, right?"

“There’s no need to keep it a secret. His surname is Ma, and his name is Ma Decai. He said he works in the planning department of the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives.” Su Ya handed the letter back to him. “However, I didn’t agree to his request, Teacher Song. I don’t want to embarrass you. You know how much I respect you.”

"But I'm really sorry, we're too busy with teaching right now."

Ma Decai!
Qian Jin kept repeating the name.

He did have a vague recollection of Ma Decai. He was around thirty years old and a well-known figure in the head office for his connections. Because his brother worked in the municipal party committee, he was arrogant and disliked by many people.

I didn't expect this guy to also have his eye on the Foreign Investment Office. I guess he's just like me, aiming for the position of director of the Foreign Investment Office.

Qian Jin felt some pressure.

There are quite a few people eyeing this throne.

Seeing Qian Jin's serious expression, Song Zhiyuan assumed he was disappointed by the rejection, so he smoothed things over by saying, "Su Ya, Comrade Qian Jin genuinely wants to learn. His workers are all hardworking and reliable comrades..."

“Teacher Song, I understand.” Su Ya smiled apologetically, “but I really can’t manage the time. This semester I have to teach intensive reading courses to four undergraduate classes and also serve as a counselor for a freshman class.”

Qian Jin doesn't waste words.

He silently opened his schoolbag and took out the books inside.

Su Ya glanced at it casually.

The attractive cover caught her attention, and when she saw the gold lettering on the blue cover, her eyebrows rose and her eyes widened:

Jane Eyre.

"The original Jane Eyre?" she asked instinctively.

Qian Jin remained silent, only continuing to pull out books.

"Wuthering Heights?"

"The Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Pride and Prejudice, Camellia, and Gone with the Wind!"

Qian Jin said, "I heard that Professor Su likes British literature. I happen to work at the port. A few days ago, an English cargo ship came to deliver goods, and I got this batch of books from their sailors."

Suya started to get restless, just like a mouse that had spotted cheese.

She does indeed enjoy British literature, a hobby she developed under her father's influence.

But there are too few original books available nowadays.

The university library used to have some, but unfortunately most of the foreign language books were confiscated or destroyed in recent years. Now it's harder than climbing to heaven to find an original English classic.

The online store, however, is much simpler.

Qian Jin can easily find complete sets of world classics.

And the price is cheap.

He tore off the copyright information page from the book, leaving only the content pages.

Even a god couldn't find any connection between these books and the future, because it's impossible for anyone in China to know which versions of these world classics have been published in other countries.

Qian Jin continued, "Teacher Su, I also became good friends with a sailor."

"He promised to mail me Shakespeare's sonnets after I returned to China, and he said he could also get me a copy of National Geographic magazine if I was interested."

Suya's mind felt as if it had been struck by a hammer.

Her fingers were unconsciously twisted together, her knuckles turning white.

For these intellectuals who had been confined for ten years, the allure of an original foreign language book was no less than a spring of water in the desert.

"Captain Qian," her voice trembled slightly, "are you really willing to lend it to me to see?"

“Not only can I borrow them, but if Teacher Su is willing to teach us, I can give you all these books.” Qian Jin saw her wavering and pressed his advantage. “Moreover, I have good connections at customs. If you need English books, just tell me the names, and I can usually get them for you.”

"As a highly educated intellectual, you should have noticed that the government intends to relax its control over the cultural and knowledge industries."

"It will definitely be illegal to deal with these books in the future, but as long as we don't cause trouble, no one will make a big deal out of this."

The office suddenly fell silent, with only the sparrows chirping in the sycamore tree outside the window.

Su Ya bit her lower lip, clearly struggling internally.

Professor Song coughed at the opportune moment: "Su Ya, Comrade Qian Jin is acting with the utmost sincerity. Besides, teaching workers to learn English is also cultivating talent for the country."

Qian Jin then began to appeal to emotions: "The English cargo ship that I used to exchange these English literature books for docked in port. We were responsible for loading and unloading, but none of us understood English."

"There was a traitor on the cargo ship, a translator with gold-rimmed glasses. I still remember his arrogant manner. When we went to unload the cargo, just because one of our workers was heavy-handed, that translator kicked my colleague with the tip of his leather shoe, saying that it was 'fragile' and that if he broke it, you wouldn't be able to pay for it even with ten years' wages."

“If I knew English, I could have told him, ‘Go away. This is our China. It’s not your place to talk nonsense, you traitorous traitor. I can read the signs. I know how to work.’”

"But at that time I knew almost nothing..."

Su Ya suddenly raised her head.

The hesitation in her eyes was gradually replaced by determination: "Captain Qian, how many people on your side want to learn?"

“The first batch of twenty are all key members of our commando team, but I’ll mainly be learning,” Qian Jin quickly replied. “The timing is up to you.”

"Alright then," Suya finally nodded, "but I have one condition."

"You say!"

“You or your colleagues must study with genuine sincerity and not give up halfway. You can’t waste my hard work and energy,” Su Ya said seriously. “Learning English is not something that can be done overnight, nor is it a simple matter.”

Qian Jin patted his chest and said confidently, "No problem."

Su Ya laughed when she heard this: "You know about this?"

Qian Jin said, "I have already started to study on my own."

Su Ya was very satisfied with his attitude, and her smile became even brighter, with fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes: "Then let's start next week, Tuesday and Friday evenings from six to eight, and we can arrange the weekend time on the fly, okay?"

Qian Jin nodded: "I'll say it again, No Problem."

The two shook hands.

Footsteps sounded outside again.

Suya quickly started tidying up the books.

Qian Jin handed her his military green satchel, saying, "Take this home with you."

The footsteps stopped in the hallway outside.

When Su Ya saw them out, Qian Jin saw Gu Lichun again, along with two other middle-aged men smoking nearby.

The two men exchanged glances, and both middle-aged men hurriedly stubbed out their cigarettes and came forward to greet each other.
"Professor Song, you're back?"

"Teacher Song, why didn't you tell us students when you came back to your alma mater?"

Song Zhiyuan sneered, "What's the point of saying it? Do you think I'd let you smash up my lab?"

The tall, middle-aged man gave a wry smile: "Teacher Song, I wasn't involved at the time..."

“I have excellent students; they’re all talented.” Song Zhiyuan interrupted him, giving Gu Lichun a cold smile.

Gu Lichun felt extremely uncomfortable, his face full of embarrassment: "No, Principal Qian, Professor Song, the department teachers said they wanted to invite you back to give lectures, Professor Song. When I saw you here, I thought you were here to..."

"They're here to get yelled at." Song Zhiyuan's gaze was sharp.

The tall, middle-aged man sighed and lowered his head. Another middle-aged man with glasses and a pale face offered some words of advice:
“Professor Song, the young people did make mistakes back then, but that was a problem of the times. As you know, the school has always been looking forward to your return.”

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "Don't say anything more, we're not coming back."

“I have never blamed the students, although sometimes I get angry when I think about what they did, but I really have never blamed them.”

“There were no problems back then. I understand the purpose of the movement at that time. The leader was afraid that academic cliques, clan cliques, and even warlords would reappear on the land of China. He was afraid that the people would be oppressed like cattle by the privileged class again!”

The pale-faced middle-aged man asked, "Then why don't you want to come back? Professor Song, we used to work together, and I know very well your passion for chemical experiments."

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "Because I'm getting old, and I have children." "Over the years, I've been reflecting on the first half of my life—never mind, there's no need to explain so much. I just want to tell you that I have children, and from now on, I just want to take good care of them."

"Teacher Zhen, you don't need to persuade me. I will not come back to teach."

He nodded to Qian Jin and strode away decisively.

As the sun set, it bathed the arched windows of the Foreign Languages ​​Department building in a reddish-orange hue.

They walked to the main gate, where the male students who were painting slogans were still busy.

The lime water was replaced with red paint, and the four large Yan-style characters "Seek Truth from Facts" gleamed in the twilight. The scattered copies of "China Youth" magazine at the base of the wall were blown aside by the wind, revealing handwritten manuscripts of Bei Dao's poems inside.

The sea breeze swept across the parallel bars and horizontal bars by the playground, carrying with it the distant whistles of cargo ships at the dock, blending the sounds of reading aloud in the English department, the clatter of bowls and chopsticks in the cafeteria, and the sizzling of paint being applied into a medley, blowing into Qian Jin's memories.

These sounds are his memories of the seaside university.

Suya's teaching level was already superb, and her presence also provided Qian Jin with a platform for English conversation.

This is very important.

English is, after all, a language.

Qian Jin's conversation with her started simply because he was making rapid progress through his studies.

Xu Weidong and others also followed suit and studied very diligently.

Xu Weidong, in particular, was so diligent that Qian Jin once suspected that he wanted to learn English well so he could run away to a foreign country.

However, he understood after noticing the way Xu Weidong looked at Su Ya.

This bastard wants to be the next Qian Jin.

He also wanted to sleep with the teacher...

While I was learning English, April arrived before I knew it.

The April breeze, carrying a gentle fragrance, swept through the city's streets and alleys.

The peach trees by the roadside were in full bloom, their pink and white petals falling in the wind, like a thin layer of spring snow covering the gray asphalt road.

On the morning of April 10th, Qian Jin received a notice to go to the Labor and Wages Department of the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives office building.

Cui Hu handed him a transfer order, and he was completely stunned after seeing it.

Sunlight streamed through the window and shone onto the paper, making the few lines of black ink printed on it particularly glaring:
After deliberation by the Party Committee, it has been decided to temporarily relieve Comrade Qian Jin of his post as captain of the Jiagang Handling Team of the Warehousing and Transportation Department, and transfer him to work at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative of Zidian Commune in Yuezhou County as a salesperson (his rank and benefits remain unchanged), effective immediately…

"Section Chief Cui, what does this mean?" Qian Jin raised his head, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I was doing just fine in the transport team, why are you suddenly transferring me?"

Anyone else would be frantic in this situation.

After all, he was already a captain with the benefits of level 25, a proper grassroots cadre.

And what about the salespeople?
This is a genuine grassroots clerk.

Qian Jin had long wanted to switch jobs to become a salesperson or purchasing agent, but he just hadn't found the opportunity.

The opportunity suddenly presented itself, much to his surprise.

This opportunity is not coming normally!

Cui Hu nodded secretly at his reaction, but his expression was as serious as an iron plate: "Comrade Qian Jin, this is the organization's decision. As an active applicant for Party membership introduced by Minister Yang, you should understand the principle that the individual must obey the organization."

Qian Jin immediately stood at attention and said, "I understand, and I will resolutely obey the organization's orders!"

Cui Hu stood up, walked around the desk to Qian Jin, patted him on the shoulder, and softened his tone:
"Xiao Qian, the organization has taken into consideration that you have been working in transportation since you came to our unit and lack experience in supply and marketing work. This time, we are transferring you to Hongqi Commune to train your abilities."

"Don't overthink it, just do your job well."

Qian Jin nodded, then couldn't help but ask, "Is it related to the Foreign Investment Office?"

This was the only reason he could think of.

The Foreign Business Office is a department that deals with foreigners, conducts business, and negotiates transactions; it has nothing to do with the work of a transport worker.

So no matter how well he performed in the warehousing department, the organization couldn't hold him accountable.

This means he needs to be transferred to a position where he can interact with people and directly sell products.

Needless to say, entry-level sales positions are the most suitable.

He knew that Zidian Commune was located in the most remote area of ​​Yuezhou County, in a mountainous region, at least 70 or 80 kilometers away from the coastal city.

It is said that the place was extremely poor, and the supply and marketing cooperative consisted of only two single-story buildings without even a decent counter.

Taking all factors into account, it really is a good place to assess his abilities and character.

Cui Hu was not surprised that he could guess the result, but he did not answer, only smiled and saw him out.

After he left, he said, "The organization is giving you three days. Settle things at home and hand over your work properly. Then go see Minister Yang. This should be your last chance to see him."

These words made Qian Jin's heart sink.

Yang Shengzhang's work schedule in the countryside is unpredictable, and he will probably have to leave Haibin City soon.

He went to the warehousing and transportation department and knocked heavily on the door.

Yang Shengzhang called out "Come in," and frowned immediately upon seeing him:

"It's just a job transfer to the countryside, what's wrong? Can't you accept it? Are you reluctant to leave the city or your leadership position?"

"It's because I'm reluctant to leave you, my leader." Qian Jin's expression was complicated.

Yang Shengzhang snorted: "Still trying to flatter me at a time like this?"

Qian Jin said, "Section Chief Cui told me that these two days are the last time we'll spend together."

Yang Shengzhang stopped shaking his pipe.

He made a phone call first, asking, "How did you do?"

The microphone's sound-locking effect was poor, and Qian Jin could hear Cui Hu's voice: "You're performing very well, currently the best among the fifteen."

"After reading the transfer order, he immediately expressed his willingness to carry out the organization's assignment. However, I estimate that he reacted quickly and guessed the reason for this arrangement on the spot."

"But no matter what, he was definitely the best performer on the spot—calm, composed, resolute, and collected!"

Yang Shengzhang smiled.

After hanging up the phone, he took another puff of his pipe and said, "I'm going to the capital in a week. I'll still be in our supply and marketing system."

"You're going to the countryside, so do a good job. I'll be watching you, and you have to show me some results."

Qian Jin said with a wry smile, "I originally planned to focus my achievements on the reform of the warehousing work this year."

This was also Yang Shengzhang's established work plan.

Corruption was rampant in the warehousing department, so much so that after he launched an anti-corruption campaign last year in various moving and transport teams, he actually found rats, which accounted for a quarter of all the workers.

Yang Shengzhang had already made arrangements for this: "Don't worry, the warehousing work will definitely be reformed, and it will be reformed from top to bottom."

“I’ve compiled your ideas from back then. Next month, once I take office in the capital, we will implement warehousing standards nationwide.”

Qian Jin understood.

No wonder Yang Shengzhang was so slow to reform the porter team; it turns out he already knew he was going to be promoted and was planning to make this job the first thing he would do after taking office.

Yang Shengzhang tapped the table with his pipe: "After you go to Zidian Commune, who will lead the team in Jiagang? Give me a name."

Qian Jin subconsciously wanted to say Qiu Dayong.

But he knew that was impossible.

So at the end, he changed his tune and said, "Deputy Captain Wang Hao is a calm and steady person with noble character, and he is deeply loved by the frontline workers."

Yang Shengzhang nodded: "Any other arrangements? Tell me, and if it's reasonable, I'll make the arrangements for you before I leave."

Qian Jin added, "Wei Xiongtu has excellent writing skills. If he can join the propaganda department, he will definitely become a pillar of the department."

"Comrade Qiu Dayong is capable and a good leader. He is a rare talent with the ability to command. Given time, he will definitely achieve great things. If Deputy Captain Wang Hao becomes the captain, then I think Comrade Qiu Dayong can temporarily serve as the deputy captain."

Yang Shengzhang asked, "Is there anything else?"

Qian Jin shook his head: "Of the entire transport team, only those two are truly capable of being trusted."

Yang Shengzhang scribbled a few lines on his notebook, waved his hand, and said, "Go back and hand over your work. You'll have two days to hand over your work today and tomorrow, then take a day off the day after tomorrow, and then take two days off together, including Sunday."

"I'll have a good talk with my family and start working at my new job next Monday."

Qian Jin walked out of the head office gate without rushing back to Jiagang.

He saw a row of people sitting on the curb, several of them smoking with mixed feelings.

One of them dropped cigarette ash on his brand-new polyester trousers, burning a small hole, but he didn't seem to care.

Some people were talking to themselves:

"What exactly happened? I was doing a good job in the planning department and didn't make any mistakes. I did take a few extra days off last month, but the department wasn't short-staffed, and my leave didn't interfere with the work. So why was I sent to the frontier?"

"Could it be about the argument I had with Vice President Yi last time? But I went to apologize in person afterwards. No, I have to ask my sister-in-law to use her connections to find out what really happened..."

Qian Jin immediately realized that these were all his competitors.

But these competitors are really weak, aren't they?
Especially this guy who's so panicked he's talking to himself.

He deduced from the information revealed in the man's words that the man was Ma Decai from the Planning Department.

How dare someone like this compete with me for the position of Director of the Foreign Investment Office?
Qian Jin just wanted to raise his middle finger and say: Fuck Off.

However, judging from what this guy said, he's trying to climb the social ladder, so he can't afford to be careless; this could be a formidable enemy.

Upon returning to his workplace, he announced his transfer.

Needless to say.

A storm.

Liu Jinshan was stunned and initially thought Qian Jin was joking.

After all, Qian Jin had a stable position as the brigade leader and had made meritorious contributions one after another. He should have been promoted. How could he have been demoted and transferred to a poor and remote place to serve the troublemakers?

Wang Hao was not notified in advance, so he stood up instinctively after receiving the news.

He didn't speak, but even his usually composed face showed a look of shock.

This is enough to prove how much of an impact the event had on him.

Not to mention everyone else.

Qian Jin convened a meeting of foremen to announce the matter, and Hu Shunzi immediately asked, "What's wrong, Qian Brigade? What happened to you? How come you got fired so quickly?"

"Did you embezzle money secretly? Or did you have an affair? Or is the organization framing you?"

Qiu Dayong flew into a rage, stood up, pointed at him, and said, "Hu Laoliu, if you don't want your tongue anymore, you can cut it off and throw it into the braising liquid to make pig tongue strips. If you keep bastardizing, I'll beat you to death!"

Hu Shunzi was also furious: "Is it wrong for me to care about Captain Qian? Captain Qian is a captain who came from my unit, and I most want him to be promoted..."

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Alright, alright, there was a misunderstanding between you two. Now I declare the misunderstanding cleared up. You two sit down."

Liu Jinshan was distraught.

He licked himself like crazy these days, almost turning his tongue into a pig's tongue.

You finally feel like you've done a good job licking someone, only to have the person you were licking just pat their clean butt and leave?

So I just got away with it for nothing?

No one was more heartbroken than him at that moment.

But it came after I got off work.

When Qian Jin returned home and opened the door, his wife, Wei Qinghuan, was cooking in front of the coal stove. The pot was sizzling, and the smoke filled the small space.

Little Tangyuan was folding paper airplanes on the bed in the inner room when she heard the door open. She looked up and shouted, "Uncle is back, he's delicious!"

"Why are you back so late today?" Wei Qinghuan asked without turning her head, stirring the cabbage with a spatula in her hand. "The rice is almost cold, I'll reheat it first."

"what happened?"

Qian Jin remained silent. Wei Qinghuan finally noticed her husband's unusual behavior. She put the pot down, covered the stove, turned around, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Qian Jin pulled out the crumpled transfer order and handed it to his wife: "The organization wants to transfer me to the countryside."

Wei Qinghuan took the note, held it close to the light, and read it carefully once, then again. Her expression gradually changed: "Salesperson? Aren't you the foreman of the moving workers?"

"Effective immediately. You're leaving tomorrow? Then I need to hurry and pack your luggage, pack your luggage..."

The female teacher panicked and instinctively went to do something.

Qian Jin stopped her: "There's no rush. It's just that the transfer order says so. Actually, the organization gave me three working days plus a Sunday, a total of four days to buffer."

Wei Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She was truly intelligent; after calming down and looking at the new location, she first asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

"No." Qian Jin shook his head decisively.

Wei Qinghuan realized what was going on: "Hey, this is a performance evaluation. The organization wants to see what kind of results you can achieve in your front-line sales position."

“Yes, that should be the case,” Qian Jin said with a wry smile. “But Section Chief Cui only said that it was an organizational decision.”

Wei Qinghuan said, "They can't just openly say they want to test you on something, can they?"

"Don't be so downcast, this is a good thing."

Qian Jin couldn't help but go up and put his arm around her: "Yuezhou County is 80 kilometers away from here. It'll be a lot of trouble for me to go back and forth. I'm afraid I can only see you once a week. How can I bear that?"

Wei Qinghuan hugged him tightly and reached out to stroke his back: "A short separation is for a better reunion."

"Don't worry about things at home. Just focus on your work first. You're young, and it's time for you to achieve something at work..."

"I don't want to achieve good results." Qian Jin buried his head in her hair, inhaling the faint scent of shampoo between her strands.

"I just want to be with you."

"What about me?" Tangyuan asked, jumping off the bed.

Qian Jin was speechless, so he could only add, "I also want to stay with Xiao Tangyuan."

Tangyuan clenched her fist and shouted, "Uncle Delicious, we'll be together forever!"

Wei Qinghuan was speechless, and waved her hand, saying, "Go out and play with your brothers one, two, three, and four. Don't cause trouble here."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Never mind, you can stay. Your good-natured uncle is going to work at the commune next week and won't be able to stay with you every day."

Tangyuan's chubby face showed a shocked expression.

She lunged forward, her eyes wide, and grabbed Qian Jin's wrist, shaking it violently: "Uncle, Uncle, I don't want you to go to the countryside."

"I don't want to be separated from you, and I don't want to be separated from my aunt..."

As she spoke, she began to wail loudly.

Qian Jin said, "It's just that your uncle went to the countryside by himself, while your aunt stayed at home to keep you company."

"Don't be sad. Now it's all good. Your aunt can put you to sleep all night again."

Little Tangyuan laughed immediately: "Oh, is that so? When are you leaving? Are you leaving tonight? Shall I help you pack your luggage?"

Wei Qinghuan was afraid that Qian Jin would be so angry that he would die, so she quickly told her to go out and said, "Why don't you go play with your brothers one, two, three, and four instead?"

"Also, Auntie won't be back this week, so you should sleep with Daddy."

The chubby girl was shoved outside the door. After pondering her aunt's words for a moment, she started wailing again...

The sky is falling!
(End of this chapter)