The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 244 Implementing the New Policy, the Eldest Brother Enters the Industry and Commerce Bureau

As snowflakes fell, the coastal city grew colder and the winter colors deepened.

1979 arrived amidst a flurry of snowflakes.

On January 1, China and the United States formally established diplomatic relations.

On January 9, the State Council approved the restoration and establishment of 169 regular institutions of higher learning across the country.

On January 11, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China issued the "Decision (Draft) on Several Issues Concerning Accelerating Agricultural Development," which pointed out that private plots should not be regarded as "capitalist remnants" and banned.

On January 17, when meeting with several leaders of the China National Democratic Construction Association, Comrade Xi Xian pointed out that it is necessary to implement the policies for former industrialists and businessmen, to make good use of the funds and personnel, and to give full play to the role of former industrialists and businessmen.

Every day of this year has been turbulent and unpredictable.

On the 20th, Qian Jin's eldest brother, one of his three older siblings, brought his whole family back to Haibin City and temporarily settled in the Workers' New Village.

This is the time that Qian Cheng and his family rushed to achieve.

Because the 21st is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the Little New Year in northern China!
From the 20th to the morning of the 21st, Qian Cheng's family rested in the Workers' New Village. Starting at noon on the 21st, the family of five went to the cadre building on Taishan Road.

It just so happens that the 21st is Sunday.

The money won't go anywhere; I'll just stay home and enjoy a comfortable Lunar New Year.

Winters are really cold these days, and the snow in the seaside city keeps falling.

The red brick rooftops on Taishan Road were covered with a thick layer of snow. Even though it didn't snow today, the cold wind still carried snowflakes everywhere.

Qian Jin wanted to open the window to let in some fresh air, but soon a thin layer of frosting-like snow accumulated on the windowsill.

The sounds of children playing downstairs could be heard, cheering.

Qian Jin peeked out and saw Xiao Tangyuan carrying the yellow hammer onto the sled.

He had known the girl for over a year.

Time passed quickly, and he didn't really feel the passage of time, but the traces of time were very clear on Tangyuan.

The little chubby girl has grown quite a bit taller.

She's very active every day and has plenty of food and drink to ensure she gets enough nutrition, so she's become quite chubby.

The five-year-old girl was able to drag the big dog, Yellow Hammer, across the snow.

Wei Xiongtu leaned against the stairwell entrance, smiling as he watched his daughter drag the dog.

Use a sled to pull it.

This is a gift from Qian Xi to Pang Ya. It's a Northeast-style sled made by Chen Shoujiang himself, with parts transported by train to Haibin City, and then assembled by Zhang Aijun.

Little Tangyuan is very fair.

On the same road, she dragged Huang Chui when going east, and Huang Chui dragged her when returning west.

of course.

This is a slope; going east is downhill, and coming back west is uphill...

Qian Jin leaned out the window and called out to Xiao Tangyuan, "Don't bully Huang Chui!"

Huang Chui desperately scrambled up the slope.

Hearing its owner call it, it stopped and turned around. However, the sled slid down due to gravity. Huang Chui, being a Chinese rural dog and not a sled dog, couldn't hold on to the inertia and was dragged down...

The sled overturned.

The chubby girl screamed and fell into the snow by the roadside.

Huang Chui quickly started dog-digging to try and save the situation...

Qian Jin laughed heartily, and Wei Qinghuan called out to him, "If you have nothing to do, come and cook, or go pick up your elder brother and sister-in-law. What are you doing peeking out the window? Looking for Ximen Qing?"

"I am Ximen Qing." Qian Jin came over and patted his wife's shapely buttocks.

The kitchen is the main battleground today.

A large, heavy, dark iron pot sat atop a honeycomb briquette stove, its lid hissing as milky steam rose from the gaps, carrying a warm, scalding current that mingled with the aroma of meat and complex sauces, dominating every inch of the room.

Qian Jin asked, "Why isn't the gas stove being used? There's still an empty burner."

There are two stove burners; one is filled with a clay pot of stew, and the other is empty.

He lifted the lid of the pot and took a look.

The pork ribs inside were churning.

"It'll be useful later," Wei Qinghuan said casually.

Qian Jin chuckled as he looked at her.

My wife is still so beautiful.

The female teacher wore a blue apron, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her smooth forehead with sweat.

She quickly kneaded and divided the snow-white glutinous rice flour dough in her hands.

With a deft twist of her slender fingers, she wrapped the filling—a mixture of lard, crushed sesame seeds, and sugar granules—into a round little white ball, which she then neatly arranged on a large bamboo tray brushed with a thin layer of vegetable oil.

These are genuine glutinous rice balls.

Eat glutinous rice balls on the Little New Year.

May families reunite throughout the year.

Wei Qinghuan had been busy for half the morning, making a lot of fried food.

When Qian Jin asked what she was doing, she pointed to the fried food.

Golden brown and crispy meatballs, small yellow croakers, ribbonfish, noodle fish, and radish balls are all indispensable garnishes for the Little New Year's Eve banquet in Haibin City.

He placed the most golden, glossy, and plump meatballs in the most conspicuous position on the blue-rimmed porcelain plate.

Next to it was a large basin containing braised pork belly that had been cooked that morning. It was a deep reddish-brown color and glistening with oil, and the skin shimmered with an enticing sheen. When you inserted chopsticks into it, it trembled slightly.

"Qinghuan, is it time to light the fire in the casserole?" Qian Jin asked, tilting his head, holding a chopstick in his hand and carefully poking at the thick layer of cabbage leaves covering the pot.

A richer, more complex, and mellow aroma suddenly burst forth, domineeringly overpowering all other scents.

It contains the savory saltiness of kelp soaked in meat and bone broth, the thick gelatinous substance from simmering pig's trotters and bones, the unique sour aroma from aged pickled cabbage, and soybeans—well, the soybean flavor is overpowering.

"Simmer for another ten minutes." Wei Qinghuan glanced at it and shook her head, her hands quickly kneading the glutinous rice balls. "The heat isn't enough, the flavor isn't rich enough."

Tangyuan's cheers rang out from outside, and Qian Cheng's voice followed: "Little Tangyuan is playing? Qian Tu, why don't you play with your little sister?"

soon.

The knocking on the door was very restrained.

Qian Jin took a few steps forward and opened the door.

Standing outside the door were naturally his elder brother, Qian Cheng, and his wife.

Today is a holiday, and the couple dressed up specially.

However, the conditions for settling down in the rural Northwest were not good. Qian Cheng wore a dark blue cotton-padded work jacket that was neither new nor old. It was clean, but his face was rough and dark from the northwest wind and farm work. No matter how clean it was, it was no use.

Ma Hongxia was wearing a thick, purplish-red cotton-padded coat and carrying a willow basket covered with a clean white cloth, which exuded the unique aroma of fried dough.

"Brother! Sister-in-law!" Qian Jin's voice was filled with an undeniable fervor as he ushered them into the house. "Come in quickly, you must be freezing!"

He bent down to take the bag from Qian Cheng's hand.

Qian Cheng pulled his hand back: "Don't get your hands dirty, it's filthy, you'll have to wash them again later."

Put down the bag you brought.

He changed his shoes and sat down on the sofa.

Qian Jin poured tea for the couple.

Qian Cheng looked at him with deep emotion: "Although it's the Little New Year, at least we brothers can celebrate the New Year together again."

Ma Hongxia was much more generous this time when she visited.

She said, "Yes, yes, you can celebrate the New Year with the four of us brothers every year from now on."

Then she smiled at Qian Jin and said, "Fourth brother, you don't know, your brother has gone back, but his soul is still in Haibin City. He's been so absent-minded since he got back."

"Especially in the middle of the night, he would suddenly sit up and stare blankly, or stand in the yard, or even wander around the production team. It was quite frightening."

"I asked him where he was going, but he didn't say anything. Oh dear, you're such a stubborn older brother!"

Qian Jin looked at Qian Cheng with a puzzled expression.

Qian Cheng grinned: "I was sitting in the house feeling incredible. Suddenly I was able to go back to Haibin City, and even have a house there."

“I was looking around at Hongxia’s and my home in the yard. Ten years, a full ten years!”

He was deeply moved.

As the two brothers exchanged pleasantries, Wei Qinghuan put down the glutinous rice balls and got up to greet the guests.

She took Ma Hongxia's basket, lifted a corner of the white cloth, and inside were piles of golden, shiny fried dough cakes.

"This is our dog urinating on us. Try it and see if you can stomach it," Ma Hongxia explained.

Wei Qinghuan laughed: "What's this called? Dog peeing? This name, haha..."

Ma Hongxia also smiled.

Because this name is indeed not high-class.

But the food was undeniably delicious. She handed one to Wei Qinghuan, and immediately a rich and wonderful aroma mixed with sesame oil wafted over.

Just as Wei Qinghuan was about to eat, a series of crisp footsteps came upstairs, accompanied by giggles.

Tangyuan opened the door, and Huangchui crawled in first.

It rubbed its paws vigorously on the doormat, then darted into its doghouse, sticking out its tongue.

tired!
There's still a future in the financial world and my sisters ahead.

The little girl, Qian Hong, held up a bright red fruit candy wrapped in cellophane. The rosy cheeks on her face were even more flushed from running.
"Mom and Dad, Tangyuan was given to me. My brother was dawdling behind me."

Wei Xiongtu entered and nodded to Qian Jin. Wei Qinghuan gave him a dog pee, and Tangyuan washed his hands and immediately snatched it from his father's hand.

The small living room was soon filled with the laughter and chatter of adults and children.

Wei Qinghuan looked at Qian Jin: "That's about enough, shall we eat? You three can drink and chat at the same time."

Wei Xiongtu took out a bottle of strong liquor from the room, but Qian Cheng waved his hand and quickly pulled out a bundle of four bottles of liquor from his bag:
"Want to try this? It's barley wine, have you ever had it? Let me tell you, it's really strong!"

Wei Xiongtu said curiously, "I have to try it. I've heard about barley wine for so many years, but this is the first time I've ever come across it."

Ma Hongxia helps Wei Qinghuan serve the dishes.

On a cold day, fried food is served cold, while everything else is served hot.

There were stewed pork ribs, a clay pot, stewed fish, and a large pot of steamed seafood that had just been turned on.

This meal was different from the one we had for the Mid-Autumn Festival; it featured a large portion, was very hot, and had a relatively simple presentation.

However, the taste is anything but simple.

The moment the lid of the casserole was lifted, steam rose and a fragrant aroma burst forth.

Thick, dark brown kelp slices are glossy and plump, with pig's trotters and bones nestled within, the exposed skin and flesh gleaming with a glistening gelatinous texture; plump quail eggs and soft, powdery lotus root pieces are interspersed throughout.

The pickled cabbage leaves, simmered until translucent, lay limply on top, having absorbed all the essence, and turned an enticing dark brown color.

The soup noodles were dotted with golden oil, and the bright red broth enveloped everything. Steam rose from the surface, and the rich and mellow aroma was so enticing that it made one dizzy.

The stewed fish used meat, with plump and tempting slices of pork belly floating around it.

The whole yellow croaker, with its slightly arched shape, is immersed in a thick, bright red broth. The skin of the fish has slightly burst open due to the stewing process, revealing the beautiful white flesh.

Two large platters of golden-brown fried meatballs and dried anchovies were piled high, exuding a wonderful aroma.

Wei Qinghuan then made glutinous rice balls. Each child received a bowl of glutinous rice balls; this sweet and delicious food was their favorite.

The plump, round glutinous rice floats in the clear broth, exuding the unique sweetness of glutinous rice. But once you bite into it, you'll discover the irresistible aroma of the sesame and lard filling.

"Dinner's ready!" Wei Qinghuan took off her apron, wiped her hands, and greeted them with a smile.

Everyone took their seats, but Qian Cheng, holding his chopsticks, stared blankly, his fingers trembling slightly.

He looked at the unprecedented abundance on the table and smelled the intense aroma that he had only imagined during the Lunar New Year in previous years. His feelings were complicated.

The restaurant had windows, and through the frost flowers that had formed on the glass, he saw the outlines of residential buildings across the street. His throat bobbed violently a few times.
"real……"

"So you're really home!"

He murmured, somewhat dazed about being back in Haibin City: "This time I'm not leaving. Last time I came to visit relatives, but this time I'm really back, starting a new life..."

Ma Hongxia laughed and said, "Weren't you so eager to come back? Why are you rambling on now that you're back?"

She smiled at the men around her and said, "Four brothers, don't you think he's being pretentious?"

Qian Cheng shook his head, his eyes quickly reddening uncontrollably.

He vigorously wiped his face with his rough, large hands, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions.

But his son's words almost brought him to another emotional breakdown: "Dad, back in our hometown, the Lunar New Year's Eve dinner was just a bowl of potatoes and eggs mixed with lard and salt. Forget about it, the city is much better!"

"This is home!" Qian Cheng earnestly instructed his eldest son, "We've returned to our hometown." Qian Hong curiously poked the pig's trotter with his chopsticks: "Dad, is this the seaweed and pork knuckle you were talking about?"

"This is stewed pig's feet, it's very warming. Next time I'll stew pork hock." Qian Jin gave the little girl a piece of pig's feet.

The little girl took a bite, looked up and smiled: "So sticky, so fragrant."

Qian Cheng said, "Seaweed stewed with pig's trotters, seaweed stewed with pork hock, they're all the same, they're all the same..."

I haven't had this dish in so many years!

Ma Hongxia gently patted the back of his hand and gave him a comforting look.

She turned to the children who were engrossed in eating: "Eat slowly! Don't choke! Try these glutinous rice balls, your auntie makes them so well!"

The little girl licked the sesame filling stuck to the corner of her mouth and smacked her lips contentedly: "Mom, you have one too. The glutinous rice balls are so sweet, much sweeter than the wild berries in the haystack!"

The children's words and satisfied expressions were like a dull knife, piercing Qian Cheng's heart, leaving him with a bittersweet feeling.

He suddenly picked up a large piece of glistening pork belly, stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and chewed it vigorously, as if he were chewing on the bitterness of ten years of separation and the sweetness of regaining what he had lost.

The aroma of soy sauce, meat, and rich fat explodes in your mouth, a comforting feeling that belongs to your hometown, to your memories, and to your very bones.

He raised his glass of barley wine: "Fourth brother, Teacher Wei, let me toast you first."

"I won't stand on ceremony with you, but we have to be frank. I really want to thank you both for taking our whole family in!"

Qian Jin slammed the cup back on the table: "Brother, you said you haven't had a drink yet..."

“Your eldest brother is telling the truth,” Ma Hongxia said earnestly. “Four brothers, when we went back and told our old friends from the educated youth days about our experiences in the city, they initially thought we were making up stories for them.”

Even after we finished the formalities and were about to leave, some people still thought your older brother was bragging.

"Those who know your older brother's temperament know he never brags. They're incredibly envious of our experiences. What are they envious of? They're envious that city folks can take in their brothers from the countryside!"

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore, sister-in-law, my brother and I are going to have a drink."

Qian Cheng is not a pretentious person.

He wiped his lips and said, "Okay, brother, I won't say anymore. That was the last sentence."

"Come on, drink!"

Adults drink alcohol, and children eat and drink excessively.

After finishing their meal, Wei Qinghuan turned on the TV. The four children, cuddling the dog, huddled on the sofa, watching TV intently.

Ma Hongxia happened to turn her head and saw this scene.

Her own eyes reddened.

Qian Cheng is absolutely right.

All of this felt like a dream to her.

Qian Jin took out half a pack of peony flowers, pulled out one, and handed it to Qian Cheng.

The match struck with a "snap," the flame leaping and lighting the cigarette, also illuminating the weathered face of the elder brother.

Qian Cheng took a deep breath, the pungent smoke filling his lungs, and slowly exhaled a few wisps of grayish-white smoke: "It still smells like Peony cigarettes."

He looked at Qian Jin: "Don't you want a bite?"

Qian Jin shook his head, watching the smoke disperse and disappear against the cold window: "Brother, now that you're back, what are your plans for the future?"

Qian Cheng took a deep drag on his cigarette and said sullenly, "What can we do?"

He smiled wryly and gestured with his chin toward Ma Hongxia, who was holding a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls and trying to coax Qian Hong:

“Your sister-in-law and I are both hardworking. We’ve been thinking about this lately. We have no skills, no job, and our class background is still a problem—we’ll be lucky if we can at least contribute some physical strength.”

"However, when I came here last time, I saw that your street's labor commando team was pretty good. Do you think I could be affiliated with your street and work in your team?"

His voice lowered, "You're in a leadership position, don't make things difficult for yourself, if..."

"What's so difficult about this?" Qian Jin chuckled.

Ma Hongxia turned around and said, "Actually, when we first settled in yesterday, a leader from our neighborhood office came to check on our situation and said that after the New Year, he could arrange for us to work as porters carrying heavy loads."

“I thought it was a good thing, at least it would count as work points, enough to make a living.”

Her gaze fell on the furniture in the corner, its edges worn smooth by life, carrying a heavy, almost resigned air.

“I’m from out of town, and your older brother is practically a farmer from out of town too. We’re content as long as we can register our household registration, have a hot meal to eat, and be able to send our children to school.”

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Didn't you mention my name to that leader?"

Ma Hongxia smiled sheepishly: "I was thinking of mentioning it, but your brother was afraid it would cause you trouble."

He said, "You seem successful now, but actually you have high-ranking leaders in your unit and a director in the neighborhood. If you..."

"Hongxia!" Qian Cheng scolded her.

Ma Hongxia fell silent.

Qian Jin said, "There is no distinction between high and low in labor. If there really is no suitable job for my elder brother, I am willing to let him carry heavy loads."

"Teacher Wei mentioned it in his letter, right? I started my career at the Jiagang Wharf."

"But now there is another way out."

Qian Cheng was invigorated: "Let's go to the streets and form a commando team?"

Qian Jin shook his head, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice, but every word was clear and forceful:
“Brother, you are the eldest son of the Qian family in Haibin. You know better than I do what our Qian family was like before.”

He paused, giving Qian Cheng time to process it.

Qian Cheng smoked a cigarette and squinted his eyes: "I know very well that in the old society, our Qian family were all merchants, businessmen, and you could even say capitalists."

“Going back three generations, and continuing upwards, our Qian family were all well-known businessmen in the coastal city.”

“I heard from my grandfather that our third-generation ancestor opened the ‘Fushengxiang’ silk shop and acquired several ocean-going ships when Emperor Guangxu had just ascended the throne.”

“Going back further, the Qian family started their business with money shops, and by the time of our grandfather, they even partnered with others to start a bank. Although our father took over later, before the public-private partnership, he was a respectable manager overseeing five or six shops and hundreds of employees!”

These words struck Ma Hongxia like a silent thunderclap, catching her completely off guard.

The simple country woman froze instantly. She looked at her husband in horror and asked, "Father, is it true? You...you're not a rich peasant family?"

Qian Cheng's fingers, holding the half-smoked cigarette, trembled violently, and the burning ash drifted down onto his faded old work pants.

He sighed deeply: "What the fourth brother said is true, but what my family's status as a rich peasant is also true."

“My family has never had a shopkeeper who exploited the poor. We used to have a very good reputation in the city. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, my family was also recognized by the government as an entrepreneur.”

"Later, I went to your place to work in the countryside. My father was too cautious. He was very forward-thinking and saw some turbulent situations, so he sent all of us brothers and sisters away in advance."

Wei Xiongtu handed a newspaper to Ma Hongxia: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, the past is the past, the policy has changed."

Ma Hongxia was illiterate, so the Qian family took the newspaper and handed it to the eldest brother:
“You’re the eldest son in the family; that status and that brand are definitely secure!”

Meeting Qian Cheng's astonished and uncertain gaze, he clearly articulated that earth-shattering idea:
“Look at the headline of this newspaper: ‘We must implement policies for former industrialists and businessmen, put the money to use, put the people to use, and give full play to the role of former industrialists and businessmen.’ Don’t you understand?”

Qian Cheng read the report carefully, over and over again.

Qian Jia said, "I'll go to the neighborhood office to deliver the message, get the stamp, and go through the procedures. According to the policy, you'll have the opportunity to report to the Industry and Commerce Bureau!"

"I remember you graduated from high school, which is enough for you. If you're quick-witted and hardworking, I'll give you some help. In less than two years, you should be able to become a 'city management officer' in charge of a certain area. That way, you'll be set!"

Qian Jin was unaware of how the "implementation of policies for former industrialists and businessmen" had been historically carried out.

But now he is considered a semi-insider within the system, and he has many friends and acquaintances within the system around him.

This gave him a strong ability to interpret policies.

According to his and those around him, the outcome of this policy is to allow people with business experience and ability to make use of their strengths after the policy recovers. One important aspect of this policy is "returning part of the property" and "appropriate job placement".

Wei Xiangmi told him that once he could be certified as a former industrialist or businessman, it would be a common way to enter the industrial and commercial system and engage in market management work.

Qian Cheng, however, did not have that ability.

He seemed to be frozen in place, nailed to the rattan chair.

When the cigarette butt, which he had long forgotten to smoke, burned his fingers, he snapped out of his daze and flung it away.

A wisp of ash drifted away.

A tremendous shock, like a cold wave, instantly froze his limbs and bones, which had just been warmed by the fireworks.

"Industrial and Commercial Bureau?" He squeezed out a few words from deep in his throat, his voice surprisingly hoarse.

"Fourth brother, are you talking about me? You think I can work at the Industry and Commerce Bureau? Do that respectable job of managing people and affairs?"

He seemed to have heard an absurd joke; his lips twitched nervously, but his eyes darted frantically over the New Year's picture of the leader on the wall before returning to Qian Jin's face.

That look in his eyes was as complex as advanced arithmetic.

Hope, longing, and immense disbelief were ultimately overshadowed by a deeper, more deeply ingrained fear:
"Fourth brother, we brothers can trust each other, but this policy—can we just say things like that carelessly?"

He practically whispered something in Qianjin's ear, his breath still heavy with the smell of cigarette tar:

"Former business owners! Private sector employees! Let me tell you, if I had to choose, I'd still rather be a porter carrying heavy loads. To be honest, I don't believe this!"

He was breathing slightly heavily with fear, his knuckles making a soft creaking sound as he gripped the rattan chair.

"If I were to walk right into the Bureau of Industry and Commerce with this 'descendant of former industrialists and businessmen' label, what if things suddenly change one day..."

He dared not continue, shaking his head in panic:
"I've resigned myself to my fate, but your sister-in-law, your nephew and niece, they just saw the lights come on, Fourth Brother! I can't, I can't let them get any closer to danger! I can't!"

The sound of running water and the clinking of pots and pans came from the kitchen.

Qian Cheng added, "I went over to wash my face, but alas, my mind is completely muddled right now."

Wei Qinghuan slowly strolled out of the kitchen, carrying a clean enamel basin.

"Big brother, old brother, come and have some loquats. These were mailed from my third brother. He's the only place that still has fresh fruit."

She had clearly inadvertently caught a few key phrases from the brief but intense whispers in the living room.

She glanced at Qian Cheng, whose back was slightly hunched as if he were bearing an invisible weight, and picked up the thermos to pour him another cup of tea.

When Qian Cheng returned after washing his face, she handed him the teacup and loquats together.

Steam rises gently, carrying the aroma of tea and a distinct fruity fragrance.

Qian Cheng's mood immediately improved.

Wei Qinghuan waited for him to drink the tea before saying, "Brother, I know what you're worried about. You're worried that history will repeat itself."

"But a major conference was held last month, and all the faculty and staff of our school studied the spirit of the conference in detail, so I should know more about it than you do."

"This conference set the tone for a new chapter. Every newspaper across the country, big or small, clearly stated in black and white: 'Mobilize all positive factors and strive to turn negative factors into positive factors!'"

Qian Cheng licked his lips.

Qian Jin added, "A few days ago, our unit also organized a study session on the latest directives, and the wording regarding 'implementing policies' was very clear."

"Especially in cases like ours, the document clearly states: former industrialists and businessmen, after undergoing socialist transformation, have become self-reliant laborers, and their enterprise management experience and business acumen are the wealth of the country and society."

He stood up, almost looking down at his brother, adopting an official posture and speaking in an official tone.

His tone became more forceful, carrying an unquestionable sense of professionalism and authority:
"Are you worried about policy reversals? But the core argument now is: the exploiting class as a class has been eliminated."

"As members of the Qian family, we are laborers nurtured by the new China."

"The fact that you were allowed to enter the Bureau of Industry and Commerce as an 'inheritor of a former industrialist and businessman' is a message from the state to us, the children of businessmen, that labor is not divided into high and low, and contributions will be recognized. Our path, and the path of our children, is broad and bright!"

Qian Cheng suddenly looked up at him.

The person standing in front of him at this moment was no longer the younger brother he used to carry around on airplanes, nor the little brother who followed him around like a shadow, asking him to take him to the beach to catch grasshoppers and dragonflies.

This is the new head of the Qian family!

He nodded slowly: "To be honest, I'm quite timid now."

“I’m not very capable. Over the years, I’ve been working my way up in the countryside, just looking for a peaceful and stable life.”

"So I don't understand newspapers or national policies, but I did go to high school, so I can understand what they say, good or bad."

"Fourth brother, whatever you say I should do, I'll do it. If I can get into a business unit, I'll definitely work as hard as I can!"

Qian Jin didn't speak, but silently reached out and gently pressed his thick, strong palm on his elder brother's shoulder.

Whether it was excitement, fear, or some other emotion, Qian Cheng's shoulders trembled violently.

But Qian Jin's palm was warm and steady.

Qian Cheng took a few deep breaths, and after finishing a cup of hot tea, his body calmed down.

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder and said, "My sister-in-law knows sewing; let her get a job at the clothing factory in our neighborhood."

"Brother, you need to get a job in the industrial and commercial sector. I'll have to rely on you to handle a lot of things in the future."

Qian Cheng no longer hesitated or panicked: "Then when do we start the procedures? I know you're a cadre, but can this really be done?"

Qian Jin nodded confidently.

The policy has just begun to be implemented.

Those who are bold will enjoy the benefits of the policy first.

Qian Cheng said, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)