The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 245 Commendation Ceremony, Guidance from a Wise Man

The Lunar New Year is just a few days after the Little New Year.

Qian Jin received a notice that before the Lunar New Year holiday, the Municipal Administration for Industry and Commerce would hold a routine year-end summary and commendation meeting with the main cadres of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather was as cold as a piece of raw iron.

Unfortunately, the meeting is taking place today.

This meeting was quite important, marking the end of the year's work for two major units within the industrial and commercial system.

The summary and commendation meeting was held in the auditorium of the Municipal Workers' Cultural Palace.

Qian Jin sat in the first row below the podium.

This wasn't his first time here.

The year he first traveled to this place was the autumn of 1977, and the commendation meeting for supporting agriculture and seizing the autumn harvest was held here.

But that time he was just a nobody, sitting in an insignificant corner deep in the audience.

Now he sits in the front row, surrounded by key leaders from the city's industrial and commercial departments and supply and marketing system.

He occasionally glanced back, and many envious eyes were fixed on him.

The bleak autumn wind blows again today, but the world has changed.

The auditorium was quite nice; they had installed cast iron radiators themselves.

Hot water was swirling in the heating pipes.

It could be a technical problem or poor conditions, but the water pressure is insufficient, causing air to get into the pipes from time to time. As a result, the water and air flow through the pipes, which occasionally produces a sound.

Qian Jin sat on the edge of the first row, next to the radiator.

He reached out and touched it.

It's too hot to handle!

This boiler is burning really hard.

The attendees gradually arrived, leaving only the stage empty.

All the leaders, big and small, were heavy smokers, and once the room was full, the air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

But that's not all; Qian Jin smelled a foul odor.

He was puzzled, but when he turned around and looked closely, he found shoe insoles and socks sandwiched between some radiators not far away.

WTF?

He just had this confused look on his face.

Does this work too?
Someone else noticed this and complained, "Old Joe, what are you doing? Why did you put your smelly insoles and socks on the radiator?"

The person doing this was a retired cadre in his fifties. He said nonchalantly, "Damn, I ride my beat-up tricycle into the city before dawn. You know how difficult it is to travel on those dirt roads in the countryside."

"Damn it, this old sidecar stalled twice on the way, and I had to get out and push it to start it again. My shoes were covered in snow and mud, and my old chilblains flared up again."

"Now that there are radiators, if I don't quickly dry my insoles and socks, my feet will freeze by the end of the day..."

Qian Jin shook his head.

Many cadres these days are rude and disrespectful. They didn't get promoted based on ability or education; they got their positions because they dared to cause trouble in previous years.

He couldn't fathom what the person was thinking when they used a radiator to dry their insoles and socks at a large gathering.

This is not a case of "Why don't they eat meat porridge?"

The dirt roads in the countryside are indeed difficult to travel on after repeated heavy snowfalls, so it's necessary to make a contingency plan. Bring two pairs of dry socks, dry insoles, and even a new pair of shoes to exchange at your workplace or with relatives or friends once you arrive in the city.

It's such a simple thing, but some officials are just too lazy to think about it.

They still maintain their rude, disrespectful, and capricious ways.

In this light, it shouldn't be a problem for his older brother, Qian Cheng, to get into the Industry and Commerce Bureau; at least his older brother is reasonable and courteous.

Besides, Qian Cheng didn't join the Industry and Commerce Bureau aiming for a leadership position; he aimed for a clerk position.

The leaders began to enter.

The noisy atmosphere quieted down.

The rostrum was covered with a faded green cloth with slightly curled edges, and portraits of the leader and a bright red banner with the words "Strive to achieve the Four Modernizations" hung side by side on the wall.

Tian Wugong, the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, sat in the center, wearing a dark gray khaki Zhongshan suit with the collar buttoned up meticulously, his face solemn.

Wei Bin sat to his left, sipping tea from a white porcelain teacup, his fingers tapping the table habitually.

Beside the two were the deputy director, deputy head of the community, and other high-ranking leaders, mostly middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties, wearing dark blue, gray-blue, or navy blue cotton-padded jackets and overcoats.

They sat in a row on the platform, like a patch of gray-blue frozen soil in winter.

This meeting is a routine general meeting.

This was Qian Jin's first time participating, but the veteran cadres participated every year.

Nothing new.

The host gave a passionate and inspiring speech to open the conference, followed by a speech from Tian Wugong.

The voice of this top official in the business and industrial system, transmitted through the microphone, carried an undeniable penetrating power, echoing in the smoke-filled conference room:
"...Over the past year, under the strong leadership of the municipal Party committee and government, the city's industrial and commercial work has closely followed the eight-character policy of 'adjustment, reform, rectification, and improvement,' and has made certain progress in regulating market order, cracking down on speculation and profiteering, and promoting the exchange of goods between urban and rural areas."

"Now I would like to report to all the leaders and comrades on the specific progress..."

A lengthy report began.

Later on, many people became impatient and started whispering and gossiping among themselves.

Tian Wugong immediately stopped speaking, his gaze sweeping across the audience like two cold searchlights.

Silence fell.

He began to speak again.

In fact, Qian Jin really understands those people who are smoking and whispering; their remarks are like an old lady's foot binding cloth.

Moreover, this was a summary and commendation meeting.

After giving his work summary report, Tian Wugong began to publicly commend outstanding individuals within the industrial and commercial system.

The speech lasted a full hour.

Qian Jin's hands ached from clapping so much.

After the Industry and Commerce Department finished speaking, it was the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives' turn to give a summary.

Wei Bin cleared his throat and began to speak.

Another hour of speaking!

If Qian Jin hadn't been in the first row, he would have already started dozing off at the table!
"...Comrades, in the past year, in this year of undertaking the new policies of reform and opening up, our supply and marketing system has borne a heavy burden!"

Wei Bin's voice was heavy.

Qian Jin guessed that he was tired of talking too.

Wei Bin continued, "Take the work on industry and agriculture that I just mentioned as an example. Our supply and marketing cooperative carries the burden of 'supporting agriculture' on one end and 'promoting industry' on the other."

"Fertilizers, pesticides, and agricultural machinery must be delivered to the fields on time and in the correct quantities; this is an ironclad task."

"The supply of rice, vegetables, and oil for farmers must be guaranteed and there cannot be shortages. This is a hard and fast rule."

"At the same time, in terms of 'promoting industry,' especially in exploring international markets and revitalizing foreign trade exports to earn valuable foreign exchange for the city, this is also a new battleground in the new era..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room with sharp intensity, finally settling steadily on Qian Jin.

Qian Jin noticed his gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

Has the boss already noticed that I'm sleepy?

He quickly and discreetly flipped a page in his notebook and hid the drawing of turtles of different sizes having a meeting that he had casually made.

As a result, Wei Bin looked at him with admiration and said:

"Today, I would like to give special commendation to a comrade who is at the forefront of supporting agriculture and foreign trade, namely Director Qian Jin, the head of our unit's Foreign Investment Office!"

Wei Bin's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sincere approval and an undeniable affirmation:

"After the Spring Festival, this comrade went to Zidian Commune in Yuezhou County to carry out frontline supply and marketing work, cracking down on corruption, violating discipline, and fighting against illegal activities, while also creating a brand-new management and discipline system for the frontline supply and marketing cooperatives..."

"...This was a tough nut to crack in supporting agriculture, but Comrade Qian Jin cracked it!"

A weak, fragmented applause rang out in the hall.

Qian Jin was furious.

He clapped enthusiastically and looked down on all the officials present.

What kind of work style do they have?
Why aren't you listening attentively to the leader's speech?

Why don't you properly understand the spirit of leadership?
Look at how these people are clapping! If you don't want to come to the meeting, then don't come. If you don't want to be a cadre, then don't be one!

He was extremely indignant at this moment.

Wei Bin paused briefly, then his voice became even more spirited:
"What is even more commendable is that Comrade Qian Jin made bold explorations and achieved excellent results in opening up new channels for foreign trade."

"He seized the opportunity presented by the 'processing with supplied materials, processing with supplied samples, and compensation trade' policy, and fully guided the city's small collective enterprises to leverage their 'small size and agility' advantage. Working closely with the city's garment import and export company, they successfully secured a batch of processing orders from Hong Kong and Macao merchants for bell-bottoms and recycled plastic sandals!"

"He utilized some of the idle capacity and labor force of factories in various streets, revitalized resources, created jobs, paved a new path for our city to explore the participation of collectively owned small enterprises in foreign trade exports, and generated valuable foreign exchange for the country..."

Qian Jin continued to clap enthusiastically.

Wei Bin wasn't making things up; it really was his achievement.

The bell-bottoms sold like hotcakes at the Taishan Road People's Garment Factory, which immediately inspired other small collective enterprises in the neighborhood, including garment factories and sewing factories, to follow suit.

As Wei Bin said, "small boats are easier to turn around." Unlike large factories, these small factories do not need to accept national regulation and guidance on what they produce.

Like the Taishan Road People's Garment Factory, they have a great deal of autonomy in production.

With bell-bottoms selling well, they can produce them in a timely manner.

pity.

After they were produced, it snowed, and the bell-bottoms got cold.

However, Qian Jin contacted several Hong Kong and Macao foreign trade companies and obtained a batch of orders. Although they were all small orders, he didn't even care about them and didn't arrange for the Taishan Road People's Garment Factory to produce them.

But for other small factories, this order is enough to support their workers.

Therefore, Qian Jin deserves credit for this matter.

After introducing Qian Jin's achievements, Wei Bin began to award him:
"After deliberation by the Party Committee of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative and with the approval of the municipal leaders, Comrade Qian Jin is hereby awarded the honorary titles of 'Model of Supporting Agriculture in the New Era' and 'Advanced Individual in Foreign Trade Development'!"

"Award certificates! Record it in your personal file!"

Qian Jin clapped his hands until they were red.

He's not in a hurry to go on stage to receive the award.

Now the leaders are praising this year's outstanding individuals and teams one by one, and there will be a special award ceremony later.

The individual was notified in advance; he just needs to wait patiently.

After the verbal commendation from the supply and marketing system concluded, service personnel came to guide Qian Jin and other outstanding individuals who had received commendations to prepare to go on stage.

The prize consisted of two certificates tied with red ribbons and a thermos, all characteristic of the era.

The meeting then moved into its second half, which was a much longer and more detailed session on work planning for the coming year.

Qian Jin sat back down, placing the two heavy rolls of certificates neatly next to his notebook, their red ribbons hanging down, making them very eye-catching in the first row.

While he was engrossed in his work, he lost himself in thought.

The lengthy meeting finally came to an end...

Some idiot shouted from behind, "Lunch is ready! What's for lunch today?"

Qian Jin noticed that Wei Bin, who had been all smiles, had turned pale.

Sitting in the front row has its advantages; you can hear the whispers of the leaders on the podium.

Yi Xuebing whispered to Wei Bin, "They're not one of our people, they're cadres from the Industry and Commerce Bureau."

Wei Bin smiled again.

Tian Wugong's eyes were gloomy and his lips were tightly pursed.

Few people noticed this scene, because the sounds of chairs being moved, coughing, and small talk had already filled the entire auditorium.

The cadres stood up one after another, rubbing their hands, stamping their feet, wrapping their coats tighter, and rushing to the door like thawing streams.

Qian Jin didn't move. He waited until the leaders on the stage left, surrounded by their entourage, before picking up the two rolls of certificates and catching up with the head of the Political Work Section of the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

Sun Guoan.

After he took over the Foreign Investment Office, the two had several dealings.

This is a middle-aged leader with a square face and always wearing thick glasses on his nose.

He was the one who handled the approval procedures when the Taishan Road People's Garment Factory was registered.

Qian Jin's impression of Sun Guoan was that although he was old-fashioned, he was logical and could recite policy articles by heart.

Therefore, he needed to consult his elder brother about his future prospects, and this old-fashioned man was the most suitable person to ask.

Sun Guoan was carrying a thick notebook and preparing to leave with the crowd.

Qian Jin quickly stepped forward and blocked his path to the side.

"Section Chief Sun!" Qian Jin greeted him earnestly, "Could you give me a few minutes to talk about something?"

Sun Guoan stopped, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the newly recognized star of the supply and marketing system with some surprise:

"Oh, Director Qian? Is something the matter?"

His tone was flat, carrying a businesslike detachment.

Qian Jin didn't take it seriously.

That's what this guy is.

He waved to the corner, and Sun Guoan nodded and followed.

Avoiding the crowd, Qian Jin skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point: "Section Chief Sun, it's like this, I apologize for bothering you with a personal matter... which is also a policy matter, and I would like to ask you for your advice."

He glanced at the last group of people leaving, lowered his voice, and continued, "It's about implementing policies for former industrialists and businessmen."

"The policy for former industrialists and businessmen?" Sun Guoan's eyes narrowed instantly behind his glasses, followed by a professional alertness and scrutiny.

He didn't respond immediately, but instead scrutinized Qian Jin for a few seconds.

Why would this model worker from the supply and marketing system, whose family background is clearly that of the working class, suddenly ask this question?
He subconsciously pushed up his glasses again: "Director Qian, this policy is mainly being handled by the United Front Work Department and the original work unit. Our Industry and Commerce Bureau is mainly acting according to the acceptance notice..."

“He’s my older brother.” Qian Jin met his scrutinizing gaze without flinching. “My older brother’s name is Qian Cheng. He’s a former educated youth who just returned to the city from the Loess Plateau region. He just got his household registration a couple of days ago.”

"You may not know this, but before the public-private partnership, our father, Comrade Qian Zhongguo, was the private manager of the 'Fushengxiang' silk shop. At that time, my eldest brother was also working there learning how to run a business."

"After the public-private partnership, my father transferred to the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill as an ordinary worker."

He spoke quickly, but clearly, each key piece of information as precise as a bullet aimed at a target:
“My eldest brother graduated from high school and was one of the first to respond to the call to go to the countryside. Initially, he was in the Production and Construction Corps in the Northwest. Later, when some rural areas were short of labor, he volunteered to go and reclaim wasteland.”

“Now that he’s returned to the city, his family is facing difficulties and he’s looking for a way out. I heard there’s a policy that allows former industrialists and business owners, or even their children, who can ‘return to work’ and be resettled if they meet the requirements?”

Sun Guoan didn't look at him; his gaze began to drift to the side.

There's no rush to make money.

He knew that the other person wasn't trying to shirk responsibility or disregard his words, but rather that they had begun to think about it.

really.

After a while, Sun Guoan took a deep breath and said, "Is what you said true?"

Qian Jin said, "There's absolutely no problem."

Sun Guoan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at the now empty auditorium, then glanced at his wristwatch: "I see..."

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing something: "The dinner hasn't started yet, so we're not in a hurry to go to the restaurant. Why don't you come with me to an office to talk? It's not convenient here."

He carried his notebook and turned to walk towards the side door.

Qian Jin immediately followed, feeling somewhat worried.

Sun Guoan was a regular at the Workers' Cultural Palace. He went out and whispered a few words to a staff member, and was then led to an office on the second floor.

I don't know what department's office this is. In the small room, there are several green-painted metal filing cabinets against the wall, emitting a faint smell of camphor and rust.

Two old desks were pushed together, and the desks were piled high with documents, newspapers and files.

Sun Guoan acted as if he were in his own office, skillfully flipping through the newspapers for a while.

Then he found the newspaper and waved to Qian Jin, gesturing for him to sit down in the polished wooden chair opposite the desk.

He said, "Our unit has a compilation of internal policy implementation reference documents for this year, but unfortunately I didn't bring it to today's meeting."

"The situation you mentioned does involve the policy of 'returning children of former industrialists and businessmen to their posts for resettlement,' which has just started this year and is still in its early stages."

"Therefore, it has a very high threshold; not just any child of a former industrial or commercial worker can enter the Bureau of Industry and Commerce."

He looked directly into Qian Jin's eyes and handed him the newspaper he had just found.

It was a copy of the Shanghai-published "Labor Daily".

"First hurdle: identity verification!" Section Chief Sun extended his index finger and lightly tapped the table.

"This is a strict requirement. Being a 'former industrial and commercial practitioner' is not just a matter of saying it; you have to provide solid proof."

“Your father’s employment file at ‘Fushengxiang’, equity certificates during the public-private partnership, fixed interest books, or proof of his status as ‘private manager’ clearly recorded in the enterprise joint venture register at that time.”

"These materials, whether originals or photocopies stamped by the archives bureau, are indispensable. First, the street office and the district-level United Front Work Department will jointly establish a verification team to verify the authenticity of these materials and ultimately confirm that your father belongs to the category of 'national bourgeoisie'."

"This step is the most fundamental one. You must remember it. If the foundation is not solid, the earth will shake!"

Qian Jin's heart sank.

This is what he's worried about.

He smiled wryly and said, "My father has been gone for over a year, and the past few years have been turbulent times, so these things may not be available."

Sun Guoan said, "If there is one, then there is no problem. Even if your father did not keep it well, the municipal archives must have a spare copy."

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin felt much more at ease.

Sun Guoan continued, "If you want to do it, do it quickly and seize the window of opportunity. According to my analysis, the implementation period of this policy is the first three years, from 1979 to 1980."

"Then there was a window of opportunity during those three years, which should have been the three months before 1979. Now the country's industrial and commercial sectors are recovering, but there is a shortage of talent, so the approval process for staffing positions has been relaxed."

"But as I just said, in my experience, the approval process for government positions will definitely be tightened in three or four months at most, making it much more difficult."

“The third stage, which is also the core process!” Sun Guoan pointed to his notebook.

"You need to write this down."

Qian Jin thanked him and began taking notes.

“The first step is to apply for reassignment to the unit!” Sun Guoan spoke quickly, as if reciting regulations.

"Your elder brother Qian Cheng himself should submit an 'Application for Resumption of Work/Return to Work' to his father's former workplace, the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill. After the public-private partnership, it is very important that his relationship was transferred to the new workplace. This is the starting point of the formal process."

Qian Jin said, "That's no problem."

He and Wang Dong had a very close personal relationship.

Sun Guoan said, "That's fine. The application should also include your older brother's information. You need to clearly state his basic personal information, his experience in the countryside, his return to the city, and the reasons for the application."

"The key attachments are the certificate of returning to the city and the certificate of rural experience issued by the commune or construction corps where the applicant went to work. After receiving the application, if the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill verifies that the situation is true and in line with the spirit of the policy, its personnel department will issue a transfer letter and send it to our Bureau of Industry and Commerce."

Qian Jin took notes of the key points.

Sun Guoan continued, "The second step is recommendation from the United Front system..."

"This step is crucial to whether I can 'jump the queue' into our unit. Relying solely on my original unit for a transfer is not enough; I must leverage their resources."

"Let me remind you of this: our city has the Municipal Committee of the China Democratic National Construction Association and the Federation of Industry and Commerce. Have your older brother, or you on his behalf, go to these two organizations for help."

"Now there is a clear directive from above, and the China National Democratic Construction Association (CNDCA) will begin promoting 'opening up avenues for talent' this year, providing resource support to former industrialists and businessmen with economic management experience and their children."

"If your family's situation is true, then submit a detailed personal statement and application request, and earnestly ask them to provide a formal letter of recommendation. They will provide it."

Qian Jin wrote with flowing, powerful strokes, and was extremely grateful to Sun Guoan.

This is the benefit of finding the right person.

If Sun Guoan hadn't reminded him, he would never have imagined that he could find such an organization to leverage his resources.

Sun Guoan's help went beyond these:

“It won’t be easy for your older brother to join our company. He has a high school diploma, which is enough, but he also needs to have accounting skills.”

"Once his recommendation is approved, the Municipal Statistics Bureau will organize experts to conduct a 'specialized competency assessment'—focusing on whether he possesses basic business management knowledge, financial knowledge, and accounting skills."

"So you have to prepare in advance. He definitely won't have a good New Year. He needs to study hard."

Qian Jin said, "There's no problem with that. I have professional accounting and finance personnel to teach him."

Sun Guoan nodded: "That's fine then. It's not difficult. The test won't be anything too challenging. After all, we all know what the situation is like in society now. Where are we going to find so many professionals?"

"Once the review is approved, the Municipal Bureau of Statistics will officially transfer his file and recommendation to our bureau. Once we reach this point, it's basically all set – after all, we have your connections."

"The third step is to create special approvals and match staff with available positions."

Qian Jin quickly asked, "Section Chief Sun, could you give me some pointers? If my elder brother manages to get things done, what kind of position could he possibly be assigned to?"

Sun Guoan pondered for a moment, his eyes darting around.

The office fell silent.

The kettle on the stove boiled, and a sharp whistle suddenly rang out, breaking the stagnant air.

Qian Jin got up and went to pick up the hissing kettle.

He saw a teacup on the table and poured hot water into it.

Then, he would take out tea leaves and brew a cup for the two of them, since he always kept cigarettes and good tea in his briefcase.

Anyway, he saw that Sun Guoan seemed quite familiar with the place, so he figured it wouldn't be a problem for him to use a teacup.

Taking a sip of hot tea, Sun Guoan began to organize his thoughts:

"After our bureau receives the recommendation materials forwarded by the Municipal Statistics Bureau and the transfer request from the Sixth State-owned Cotton Mill, we will initiate the 'special approval for staffing' procedure."

"Remember to go and talk to one of our deputy secretaries and ask them to use the 'special staffing quota for implementing policies' specially approved by the central government. This way, it won't take up our bureau's regular recruitment quota, and the approval will be processed quickly."

"If it's about job placement, your father was the manager of the silk shop at the time. As the heir, he was learning, so he could be assigned a corporate manager position. According to policy, such people would be assigned to the enterprise registration department or a grassroots market supervision position."

"If he demonstrates a strong financial foundation during the evaluation, he may be considered for a 'trademark affairs' or 'contract management' position. The specific position will be assigned after review by the Party Committee of the Bureau."

"This step is handled internally by our bureau. If you have any ideas, then talk to the leaders. Anyway, you have a voice now."

Sun Guoan sat down again, blew away the tea leaves floating on the enamel mug, and took a sip of hot tea.

Qian Jin sighed: "I'm just a young, junior cadre. How can I so easily strike up a conversation with the big leaders in your unit?"

Through the misty steam, Sun Guoan saw through Qian Jin's worried expression and quickly discerned his thoughts.

He put down his cup and smiled:
"Director Qian, don't be modest in front of me. You just won an award and are a rising star in the supply and marketing system. President Wei's words at the meeting today carried a lot of weight."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "The key to your brother's matter ultimately lies in two points."

"First, the hard materials for identity verification must be complete and of high quality. This is the foundation and cannot tolerate any falsehood or ambiguity. Second, the recommendation letter from the United Front system is the 'imperial sword' that paves the way."

"Once I get into our unit, Old Zhao in the personnel department, I have a decent relationship with him, and he's a reasonable person. If I can help him, I certainly will."

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Section Chief Sun, I am deeply grateful! Thank you for guiding me through this difficult time; I will remember this kindness!"

Sun Guoan was taken aback by this sudden, old-fashioned gesture, and then waved his hand somewhat awkwardly.

He picked up the enamel mug and took another sip, trying to hide his unease: "It's almost time. Let's finish this glass of water and go to the restaurant. Your boss, Mr. Wei, will probably be looking for you."

"The commendation you received today is extraordinary. I estimate that he will introduce you to our Director Tian. Once you've established connections, your brother's matter will be much easier to handle."

Qian Jin shook his head: "With your guidance, I won't bother him anymore."

It's definitely not appropriate to ask a high-ranking leader to pull strings in this matter.

All procedures must be formalized.

So Sun Guoan really did him a big favor today.

If it weren't for his meticulously detailed, layered, and interconnected process guidance, how could Qian Jin have helped Qian Cheng build connections?
Everything within the system is like a huge, intricate net, full of invisible thorns. Without guidance from insiders, it cannot be clearly laid out before outsiders.

Without expert guidance from someone like Sun Guoan, if he had just acted recklessly, he would have had to rely on countless connections, because there are too many aspects involved.

Each step of these processes requires absolute precision; if an outsider like him were to handle it, every step could potentially go wrong.

Identity verification, former employer, democratic party affiliation, United Front Work Department, competency assessment, special staffing quota...

Let alone actually doing it, just hearing these words mentioned to his older brother makes him vaguely see Qian Cheng's face filled with fear and doubt!
He owed Sun Guoan a huge favor, but he would repay it; he knew he had the ability to do so.

(End of this chapter)