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Chapter 97 The Benefits of Following the Dragon (Please Subscribe!)

After seeing Qiu Dayong off, Qian Jin didn't have time to sell the repaired five-spring clock. He had to meet with Zhu Tao and the others first to check on the day's business.

Since it's the first day of business, he, as the leader, has to make an appearance.

So he handed the bottle to Sixiao and asked him to peel off the wrong label. Then he quickly went downstairs to the neighborhood committee.

In the small warehouse behind the neighborhood committee, the dim light cast a warm yellow glow on the windowpanes.

Someone squatting outside smoking shouted excitedly when they saw Qian Jin: "Chief Qian is here!"

Suddenly, a dozen or so young men rushed out, their thick work clothes fluttering down as they brushed against the snow piled up at the base of the wall.

Someone slipped on the cracked ice and almost dropped the "Self-Study Series on Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry" they were clutching, but still managed to shout:

"Chief Qian, Chief Qian!"

Qian Jin chuckled, "I'm the brigade commander, not the president. What are you all shouting about?"

"And Chen Xing, Da Bao, and the rest of you, weren't you preparing for the college entrance exam? Why aren't you in the study room? Teacher Wei just asked about your whereabouts. She was worried something might have happened to you since none of you were there."

Chen Xing, with his buzz cut, excitedly waved his arms and legs: "Go to university? Go to university my ass!"

"Chief Qian, our business is booming! Our company is awesome! Even state-run restaurants can't compare to us!"

As soon as Qian Jin entered, Zhu Tao slammed the tin money box onto the wooden table, causing ripples to spread in the enamel mug filled with scallions.

Zhao Bo and the others, who were squatting on the ground eating noodles, hurriedly stood up and looked at Qian Jin with reverence:

"Chief Qian!"

Qian Jin waved his hand: "How's today's sales?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's Adam's apples bobbed in unison.

Everyone knows that today's income is amazing.

But no one knows exactly how amazing it is.

Zhu Tao explained, "If Chief Qian doesn't come, how dare we touch the money? You're in charge of this mobile canteen for the people."

"As soon as we closed for the day, I put the cash drawer on a seal. No one can open it unless you come!"

this is normal.

Nowadays, businesses are not privately owned; apart from leaders and accountants, no one else can handle money privately.

When applying for establishment, small collective enterprises like mobile canteens need to have a person in charge, and Wei Xiangmi filled in Qian Jin's name.

Qian Jin gestured to open the metal box.

The brass lock was removed, and the box lid was opened.

Everyone rushed forward, arms around each other's shoulders, hopping and skipping to look inside.

Mi Gang pushed forward too quickly, and his work pants got caught on a nail on a bench leg, tearing open with a 'rip'.

"It's all money!" Chen Xing, who was in front, was so excited that sweat beaded on his forehead. "Chief Qian, you count the money!"

Qian Jin said, "If you ask Qu Yonghong, his father was an accountant, and he also worked as an accountant for the commune when he went to the countryside."

Young Qu Yonghong vigorously rubbed his hands, sat down, and began counting his money:
"In detail..."

His fingers danced through the pile of banknotes, counting every single one, big or small.

His calloused fingertips traced the image of the steelworker on the third set of RMB banknotes, then he suddenly stopped and asked, "Who collected the money!"

Zhao Bo wiped his nose: "W-what's wrong?"

When Qu Yonghong saw that it was his own team leader, he softened his tone and said, "You need to look carefully when you collect money, especially large bills like these. Look, this one has a corner torn off. We need to go to the bank to exchange it for a new one."

Zhao Bo said helplessly, "I was so focused on watching the pot. The soup in the pot is so oily. These people are fighting over the hot pot like it's a war. If I don't keep an eye on it, they might just take the pot away."

Qian Jin said, "It's nothing serious, let's keep counting."

The coins were counted quickly.

Qu Yonghong didn't need to announce the numbers; the people in front already knew the numbers because Qu Yonghong started counting from the large bills, stacking them up when he reached ten yuan.

Neatly.

no more, no less.

There were 28 stacks of bills in total!

"Damn it!" Zhu Tao exclaimed excitedly, slapping his head.

Others also chimed in:
"Holy crap! That's awesome, absolutely awesome!"

"Is it two hundred and eighty? Should we count it again? I feel like it's more than that..."

"It's exactly 280, one piece, no mistake!"

Liu Dazhuang picked up the canvas bag containing the tickets and poured it out: "There are also grain coupons, vegetable coupons, and meat coupons here. Isn't that amazing? Someone used meat coupons to buy vegetables!"

The complicated tickets and certificates were poured out.

The colorful patterns are like a colorful rain shower.

The team members blushed with excitement at the sheer amount of money and coupons. One of them went to count the coupons and shouted, "Damn, that's awesome! Grain coupons are valid nationwide!"

A national grain coupon printed with the image of the city gate tower in the capital was spread out on the table, and several people eagerly passed it around for a look.

They weren't unfamiliar with national grain coupons.

I've never earned it myself.

Xu Weidong rushed over after get off work. He took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes and tapped the pack on the table to create a drumbeat.

"Comrades, this medal of honor belongs to you half and to me half..."

"You're kidding me." Chen Xing went up and snatched his cigarettes, then opened them and distributed them one by one.

Flames burned, and smoke billowed.

Cigarette ash landed on a meat ration ticket, burning a hole in the Song typeface that read "Planned Supply".

Zhu Tao was heartbroken: "Smokers, get out of here! We worked so hard to earn these tickets!"

Zhao Gang said somewhat arrogantly, "Actually, it's quite easy, hahaha!"

Liu Dazhuang was still counting on his thick fingers: "A level three worker in the machine factory earns thirty-six yuan a month, which is equivalent to eight grown men working for a whole month!"

"This money is indeed easy to earn!"

Some foodies even asked with concern, "How much pork can we buy with our daily revenue?"

"Pork is about 80 cents a pound now." Someone else started calculating in the blank space of the "Revolutionary Storytelling" magazine with a pencil, "I can buy, I can buy 300, that's over 300..."

“350 jin, how easy is that? Three times eight is 240, and the remaining 40 yuan divided by 8 mao is exactly 50 jin!” Qian Jin was speechless.

"Xiao Liu, you don't need to prepare for the college entrance examination. Believe me, your brain is used for other purposes in socialist construction and is not suitable for further study at university."

Everyone laughed.

Extremely happy.

The canvas curtain was suddenly lifted by the north wind, and Wang Dong rushed in, bringing with him a chill.

He said, "I could hear you yelling even in my house. Don't you have any self-awareness when I'm not around? Have you lost all discipline?"

Then, pretending to have just spotted Qian Jin, he snapped to attention and saluted: "So, Chief Qian is here!"

"You dare to make a fuss while guarding Chief Qian? Handcuff all of you and send you to the security department!"

Xu Weidong went up to knock him down.

Zhao Gang said, "On the first day of the cafeteria's operation, the revenue was 280 yuan!"

Wang Dong, who was ready to cause a scene with Xu Weidong, was successfully knocked to the ground.

He was so shocked that he forgot to resist.

Qian Jin helped him up.

He said incredulously, "Chief Qian, you never lie. Are they joking with me?"

Qian Jin said, "Judging from your appearance, is this a lot of money?"

"Our business is still small. If we had two or even five vehicles operating together, it wouldn't be impossible to make a thousand or so yuan in revenue a day!"

The team members' emotions were ignited by these words.

Although this money is collectively owned, the profits will not be distributed to them.

But they're the ones who make the money, and the People's Mobile Canteen is their company; they're proud of it!

Moreover, materially speaking, small collective enterprises do not require state capital injection or bank grants. Apart from paying taxes, they do not have to hand over all the money they earn to the state, and they have a great deal of autonomy to remain within the small collective.

Therefore, the situation of small collective enterprises is diverse.

Impoverished companies can't pay wages, while wealthy companies can give out huge amounts of benefits every month.

Needless to say, the mobile canteens for the people can distribute a lot of welfare benefits.

Thinking of this, Li Donghai, a member of the second team, burst into tears, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"When I returned to the city two years ago, my aunt started introducing me to potential partners. In the past two years, she has introduced me to more than 20 men, but the number of men who are willing to come out and meet me after hearing that I am in the labor shock brigade can be counted on one hand!"

"I'm 30 this year! Comrades, I'm 30! I thought I was going to be a bachelor forever. My parents are so worried that they can't sleep at night!"

"Now it's all good! I'm a full-time employee at a thriving little collective enterprise! I can earn 280 yuan a day! Let's see who looks down on me now!"

Wang Dong pulled out an aluminum lunchbox containing pork stew with vermicelli, which he had collected from his workplace.

"Dahai, don't cry. Here, have a bite of this. The Sixth State-Owned Cotton Mill is really a big factory; they really know how to put meat in the food in their canteen..."

"Are you asking for a beating!" Zhao Bo glared at him. "Are you deliberately showing off your status as a worker at a big factory at a time like this?"

Wang Dong was about to glare, but seeing everyone else staring at him angrily, he quickly explained:
"Don't you know who I am? I got in here entirely because of Chief Qian's connections. Do you think I have the nerve to brag about it in front of you?"

"The sea is crying like this, I thought I'd comfort him!"

Xu Weidong sighed and said, "I believe in Brother Dong. There's really nothing to brag about about getting a job in a factory."

"To be honest, ordinary small collective enterprises can't compare to factories and government offices, but our mobile canteen is different. If we can make a thousand or eight hundred yuan a day, it will be comparable to state-run restaurants!"

Qian Jin said, "Our treatment is definitely better than that of any state-run restaurant!"

He looked at everyone and said, "I've thought it over. Let's fully support Director Wei in becoming the neighborhood committee director, and then Director Wei will give our company's employees the green light."

"The labor commando team and the security commando team must be maintained. The combined salary for each person in both positions will be 30 yuan per month."

"In accordance with national regulations, everyone in this small collective enterprise is a formal employee. The starting salary is set at 35 yuan, based on the factory and government standards in Haibin City. So each employee earns 65 yuan per month."

Several people quickly found a place to sit down.

They were so excited they were almost dizzy:

"65 yuan! That's for a level 5 worker!"

They are self-aware; they entered the company based on their own abilities, and they could never reach the fifth-grade worker level in their entire lives.

Qian Jin pointed at them and said:

"But keep your mouth shut, including future welfare items. Keep the meat in the pot."

"If anyone goes out and brags about it, and it gets investigated by higher authorities and a subsidy is canceled, don't blame me and my comrades for being ruthless!"

He then turned around and patted Xu Weidong and Wang Dong on the shoulder: "Any comrades who leave our team are welcome to stay as long as they are willing to stay."

"The subsidies and welfare items are all based on the same standards, and so am I."

"But if you stay in the team, you have to do the team's work. If you're supposed to go to the streets to unclog the sewers, you have to unclog the sewers. If you're supposed to go to the countryside to support agriculture, you have to go to the countryside to support agriculture!"

Xu Weidong said, "Old Qian, I'll listen to whatever you say. Give me whatever you want, or I'll work for you even if you don't."

Wang Dong and the other team members who had already joined the factory nodded: "We will also listen to Team Leader Qian."

Qian Jin said, "Alright then, from now on we won't have any distinction between security assault teams and labor assault teams, we'll just be one assault team!"

"In addition, I will arrange the duty roster from now on, and break up the previous five teams and reorganize them."

"Some teams are preparing vegetables at home, some are going out to provide services, some are responsible for street work, and some are on night duty with Officer Cheng Hua. Is that alright?"

Everyone was in high spirits and said in unison: "No problem!"

Qian Jin nodded, signaling Zhu Tao to handle the finishing touches: "Count the money and tickets, register them, and put them away."

The bills should be clear and detailed.

Then the compensation and benefits should remain internal.

This is the advantage of small collective enterprises, which now have greater autonomy and flexibility.

"I'll go buy a new string of firecrackers tomorrow," Zhu Tao said cheerfully.

Qian Jin said, "We don't need these, but we'll need to buy some aluminum lunch boxes and enamel mugs tomorrow."

"Now, comrades, I must make this clear to you: our turnover is 280 yuan, but that doesn't mean we made 280 yuan."

"We need money for raw materials, we need to give my older brother a thank-you fee, and we still need to make investments in various aspects. Actually, our business isn't as good as everyone thinks, so let's all take it easy!"

Everyone nodded.

They understand that.

Why is Mala Tang (a type of spicy hot pot) so popular?
First, it tastes delicious. Second, and most importantly, it's made with plenty of ingredients, with a thick layer of oil floating in the soup.

Two cents is expensive for a skewer of vegetables, but if it comes with a layer of red oil, it's not expensive at all if you can use two cents to replenish your stomach with some oil.

Ordinary people are good at calculating, which is why their businesses thrive.

They knew that there wasn't much profit in this business after deducting the cost of oil, but this business was already better than they had ever imagined!

Qian Jin remained silent, and the small warehouse fell silent instantly, with only the north wind howling through the window cracks against the slogan wall.

The mobile canteen for the people has been set up temporarily.

Qian Jin then turned his attention to his work.

He can't stay at the port as a porter forever.

I need to become a purchasing agent!
While at work, he was figuring out how to smoothly transition to a new position when Old Guai called the new workers to go to the dock to take a look:
"Let me show you something new!"

A large container ship is slowly entering the port, attracting the attention of many people.

Qian Jin looked at the huge white characters on the hull.

Wangxiang Maru number.

He asked, "Japanese ships?"

Old Guai nodded: "Yes, this is the Japanese ship. Do you know what those boxes on it are?"

"Containers, of course." Qian Jin found it all rather baffling.

Old Guai was somewhat surprised: "You know about shipping containers?" Qian Jin was taken aback and quickly explained: "I've read in the newspapers about the development of world shipping. People in Europe and America have been using these for a long time."

Old Guai didn't think much of it and laughed, "You cultured people are really capable. I thought you had never seen anything like this before."

Newcomer Li Chenggong hurriedly said, "Uncle Guai, I've never seen you before, hehe."

Old Guai said, "This is a good thing. With this, our work as porters will be much easier."

"No more need to go on the ship and unload the goods one by one. You can just use your hands to help the crane secure the container and then use a flatbed truck to pull the goods down."

He gave an example: "Our coastal city is famous for its beer production. How do we transport the beer? The brewery has its own transportation team. Cases of beer are first loaded onto trucks and driven to the port. Then, they are unloaded and loaded onto ships one by one."

"Think about it, isn't it easy for beer crates to fall over during this process? Won't there be any losses?"

"The Japanese use containers differently. They pack the containers directly at the brewery, then trucks take them to the port where they're hoisted onto ships. Once the ships reach their destination, they're hoisted onto trucks at the dock..."

He spread his hands: "Not only does it save time and effort, but there's also no loss of resources!"

Li Chenggong revealed an excited expression: "This is really good stuff. When our country has it too, we porters won't be tired anymore, we can just rest."

Old Guai nodded in approval.

Qian Jin laughed: "Really? Then what will be the point of each unit keeping so many porters?"

"You're spending money on a whim because you think you have too much?"

Li Chenggong said matter-of-factly:

"No matter what kind of organization it is, it is a national asset and the wealth of the people. It must support us workers, otherwise what's the difference between it and a capitalist country?"

Qian Jin was speechless.

Workers are still needed in the container loading and unloading process.

To avoid cargo collisions, the loading and unloading process employs a two-person monitoring method, with two people working together to hold the four corners of the container steady throughout the process, ensuring that it can be moved smoothly onto the flatbed truck.

Li Chenggong said, "You see, even if we use this, we still can't do without our workers."

Qian Jin smiled but said nothing.

Even if he said it, no one present would believe him.

In just a few years, major ports will be fully automated, and porters will become a thing of the past.

There's no need to consider this at this point.

Just enjoy the moment.

They were watching the cargo ship being loaded and unloaded when Hu Shunzi rushed over: "Hey, hey, hey, you guys are really something, skipping your shifts?"

Qian Jin said, "Isn't this break time?"

He offered Hu Shunzi a cigarette, and Hu Shunzi casually took a pack of cigarettes, saying, "I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I'm here to tell you that something good has happened."

"Our unit is going to hold a study conference in conjunction with the port to learn from the spirit and skills you two demonstrated in cracking down on smuggling and catching the thief who stole state-owned assets from the condiment store."

This is both unexpected and reasonable.

There are so many meetings these days.

That same day, Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu were taken to the propaganda department, where they were received by the head of the propaganda department.

The head of the publicity department of the Haibin City Supply and Marketing Cooperative is Peng Youliang. He has shiny hair and a very handsome appearance.

He told the two that this learning conference was jointly organized by the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives and the Port Authority, and that several outstanding individuals would share their experiences.

Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu need to give speeches on stage.

The sound of a ship's horn drifted in from outside the window, and Director Peng first encouraged the two of them.

Those who work in propaganda are different; they have great eloquence, and their spittle flies around the office with words like "patriotism," "the Four Modernizations," and "the Five Stresses, the Four Beauties, and the Three Loves."

Finally, at the very end, Section Chief Peng revealed the main point:

"As for the content of your speeches, don't talk too much nonsense or clichés. You need to have something real. So you need to prepare your speeches well and try to impress the leaders."

"I suggest you delve deeper into the area of ​​anti-smuggling work, and explain how you discovered the anomalies and how you mobilized manpower for the arrest operation. What insights can this offer other comrades? What knowledge can they learn from it?"

"In short, we should focus our efforts in this direction, and we're sure to uncover some valuable experience!"

Director Peng gave these instructions.

After leaving the office, Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu looked at each other in bewilderment.

Neither of them had any experience.

The company gave them a holiday. The study conference will be held in two days. They don't need to work during these two days; they can just focus on writing their speeches.

Qian Jin returned home, but no one was home.

He took the opportunity to take out the gold chest and sell what he could and buy what he could.

The damaged five-spring clock was priced at 8000, but after it was repaired, its price doubled and it could be sold for 15,000.

This price isn't high.

It's not even as valuable as the pen holder he collected from the Liu family's production team when he went to the countryside.

That pen holder is a Qing Dynasty artifact, and it sold for 50,000 yuan.

He had just gotten a batch of cigarette and liquor labels from Qiu Dayong, and sold them all together this time.

The misprinted labels of Seaside Beer are more expensive than the normal labels; a set of labels can sell for 150 yuan.

Fortunately, this product was mass-produced. Qiu Xiaodi and the others managed to collect more than forty sets, which could sell for six or seven thousand yuan.

They didn't have any good cigarette labels, and in the end, the misprinted beer labels only sold for a total of 7,500 yuan.

Qian Jin checked the current total sales of the mall.

It's less than 100,000 yuan.

We're broke.

He scratched his head.

A horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall.

These days, ordinary people might have antiques or cultural relics at home, but they wouldn't sell them to a stranger like him. He had inquired and found that there are mainly two places to legally buy antiques and cultural relics:
State-run cultural relics stores and Friendship Stores.

But none of them are easy for him to operate.

The former is an important channel for the state to collect cultural relics scattered in society, while the latter is a place specifically for entertaining foreign guests.

These two places are full of treasures, but they have strict identity registration requirements for traders.

Qian Jin's biggest fear is having his identity exposed.

Therefore, he doesn't need much funding right now and doesn't need to take any risks.

The main materials purchased were base materials.

Qian Jin purchased a large quantity of base material, unpacked it, and put it into 204 stainless steel.

When registering the People's Mobile Canteen, the address of this room was provided in the main building.

As the small collective enterprise's business got on track, he simply changed the nature of room 204, nominally using it as an office for the enterprise, but in reality, it also served as a warehouse and a kitchen.

This meant the study team would have no classrooms.

Since the small house wasn't suitable as a classroom, Qian Jin went to find Wei Xiangmi to discuss the idea of ​​setting up a large-scale study class.

The National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) is the most important thing right now.

Because the college entrance examination was just reinstated this year and there were many issues that needed to be addressed, the state adopted a flexible approach, allowing each province and city to independently negotiate the examination time before the Ministry of Education made the final decision.

The college entrance examination in Haibin City is scheduled for quite late, on December 20th and 21st, which is still a month away.

Students are entering the final intensive study phase, and many young workers have left their posts, determined to win the college entrance examination.

Various government agencies, factories, and mines are organizing study sessions, and many neighborhoods have also set up classrooms for students to discuss and make progress.

Unfortunately, there's a severe shortage of teachers right now, so students have to learn from each other and answer each other's questions!
Qian went in and knocked on the door of the director's office. The furnishings inside had changed drastically.

Zhang Hongbo's traces are gone; the photos on the wall have been replaced with photos of Wei Xiangmi studying and receiving awards.

At this moment, Wei Xiangmi was still adjusting the placement of the items.

She moved the neighborhood committee's tape recorder to her office, now enjoying it and planning to listen to music whenever she wanted.

Qian Jin was delighted to see this: "Director Wei?"

Wei Xiangmi turned around when she heard the voice, smiled and nodded at him: "You did a great job, Chief Qian! You've done me a great service this time!"

A weight was lifted from Qian Jin's heart.

well.

With Wei Xiangmi appointed as the director of the neighborhood committee, many tasks will be easier to carry out in the future.

For example, changing the classroom for the study task force.

After hearing his purpose, Wei Xiangmi nodded: "This is a big deal. Many young people in our neighborhood want to take the college entrance examination, and we should provide them with a good learning environment."

Qian Jin said, "Yes, I think that once our neighborhood produces more college graduates, our neighborhood committee can gain a lot of exposure throughout the city!"

This is very important.

Wei Xiangmi leveraged her expertise in the housing management department, making a few phone calls and directly locating a warehouse:
“During the Japanese occupation, a warehouse was built at No. 116 on our street. It was used as a general store warehouse by the department store starting in 1966.”

"This year, our unit carried out work restructuring in accordance with the spirit of the central government's documents. Some collectively owned buildings either had their usage rights revoked or new contracts were signed."

"Now that this warehouse has been taken back, I think we can look into whether we can make use of it."

Both of them were the type to act on their words, so they went together to check on the warehouse.

Qian Jin had walked past the grocery store before, and he remembered it as a very dilapidated building.

When I got there, I found that it was actually more dilapidated than I remembered.

To prevent theft, the warehouse had very few windows, but over time all the glass shattered, so the department store simply boarded it up.

Qian Jin pushed open the door, and a rat scurried out as he did so with a creaking sound.

Wei Xiangmi was prepared, and with a backflip, she avoided the panicked rat: "Oh dear, this environment is terrible."

Qian Jin turned on his flashlight to check the situation inside.

There were still things in the storeroom. The department store had left behind many wooden cabinets, but they were all damaged. There were also quite a few broken stools and tables, with pieces of wood and broken ropes scattered around.

These things are junk, but they're all useful for the classroom.

He was quite pleased: "Let's choose this place as the classroom. I'll bring a special team to clean it up, and then we can repair the broken chairs and stools to use as desks or something."

"As for these cabinets, they're also very useful. Once they're repaired, they can be used as bookcases and bookshelves."

Seeing that he was satisfied, Wei Xiangmi said, "Okay, then you take charge of this matter and make sure our neighborhood's study group is a resounding success!"

Qian Jin is very confident about this.

The warehouse is dilapidated and run-down, but that's not a problem.

If there's too much garbage, they can send someone to clean it up; if there are too many rats, they can have dogs to clean them up; if the windows are sealed, it's good for keeping warm in winter; if there's no natural light, they can install electric lights.

The main advantage is its excellent facilities and spacious layout, with an area of ​​at least 500 to 600 square meters and a height of over 5 meters.

If he could find a construction team to build a mezzanine in the middle, the space utilization rate could double!
In today's society, living conditions in cities are terrible; many families have only three or four square meters of living space per person.

Some of the educated youth who returned to the city had nowhere to live and could only live in damp and decaying air-raid shelters.

Thinking of Qiu Dayong and his group, he made another request to Wei Xiangmi:

“I know a few former educated youth who are now living in air-raid shelters. They say they don’t have household registration, but your housing management office keeps trying to get rid of them.”

Is there a solution to this problem?

Wei Xiangmi explained the policy to him first, and then asked him, "How many people?"

He wasn't sure about the exact amount of money coming in, so he could only estimate, "It should be less than ten people."

After considering for a moment, Wei Xiangmi said, "The Housing Management Department is just following the policy, so it's not appropriate for me to interfere."

"Otherwise, I can apply for an accommodation allocation form and register them as temporary residents, which will help them obtain temporary accommodation certificates."

"But as the name suggests, these are all temporary measures, not a fundamental solution. We still need to let them find a new employer or relatives to rely on as soon as possible."

Qian Jin thanked her.

Taking sides really does have its advantages.

Furthermore, this can be considered a contribution from supporting the emperor.

He felt that Wei Xiangmi was very kind.

What's even more considerate of Wei Xiangmi is that she specifically instructed the colleague handling this matter:

"Make it clear that it was Qian Jin from Taishan Road who asked us to help!"

That evening, staff from the Housing Management Office's Inspection Office rode bicycles to the Xiamashan Air Raid Shelter again.

Qiu Xiaodi spotted the figure from afar and hurried back to report the situation.

Some educated youth who became disabled after being sent to the countryside blocked the entrance to the cave with crutches, using old methods to resist law enforcement.

This time, the staff didn't yell at him. They took out a form and handed it to him, saying, "Alright, we're not here to kick you out of the beach. We're here to give you some nice things."

The educated youth were stunned when they saw the words on the accommodation allocation form.

The staff member continued, "You guys are really something, managing to get in touch with Qian Jin, the captain of the Taishan Road security task force."

"He asked someone to help you apply for this. You should move it quickly. This air-raid shelter is not unclaimed property and cannot be occupied at will!"

As the sun set, Qiu Dayong and the other porters returned, exhausted.

When they saw the crates, bedding, stoves, and other daily necessities left outside the cave entrance, their hearts sank, and they quickly went inside to ask:
"Is the housing management office taking a hard line now?"

The disabled educated youth happily handed him the reassignment slip: "Brother Dayong, we don't have to live here anymore!"

"Brother Qian is a real friend. He used his connections to get us a lodging permit, which solved our accommodation problem!"

Several porters living in the air-raid shelter rushed over to take a look, and their faces lit up with joy after seeing the red stamp on the order.

Qiu Dayong's expression was complicated.

He went back to his room, which he had partitioned off with canvas, to look around.

The kerosene lamp flickered dimly, barely illuminating the large characters traced on the cave wall with chunks of coal:

Ten years of snow in the northern frontier, one day I return to my old city.

A dog barks in the desolate cave, but no family voices are heard in the empty courtyard.

After sitting for a while, he stood up, found a piece of coal, and vigorously shaved off the four characters '有' (have) and '无亲声' (no relatives), changing them to:

A dog barks in the desolate cave, and family affection is seen in the empty courtyard!
(End of this chapter)