The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 99 Comrade Qian Jin, a Model Student (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)

When his vacation ended, Qian Jin, clutching his speech draft wrapped in kraft paper, rode his Forever brand bicycle across the icy Jiefang Road, heading straight for the office building of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

The white frost in front of the building was trampled into grayish-brown ice crystals, and ice flowers formed on the green-painted iron window frames of the propaganda department office, from which the hum of a wall clock could be heard.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Qian Jin, shivering with cold, pushed open the door.

On Section Chief Peng's desk were two sheets of paper tied with red ribbons, and Wei Xiongtu sat upright on a long wooden chair.

Two young men in blue overalls stood next to a filing cabinet with peeling paint, the manuscripts in their hands frayed at the edges. They looked like they were both talented individuals who would speak at study sessions.

A propaganda officer brought in two tin thermos flasks, half of the red paint on the flasks reading "Advanced Department" had been rubbed off.

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Wei, Xiao Zhang, Xiao Mao, you guys need to moisten your throats first, I'll take a look at the manuscript." Section Chief Peng came in, took the thermos, and slammed it on the table, the tea leaves in the enamel mug swirling.

The rich aroma of black tea wafts through the air with the steam.

Qian Jin knew that if he were to give a gift to a leader of this rank, he couldn't use Da Hong Pao tea, which cost tens of yuan per kilogram.

You can't fool these discerning experts!
The two men's manuscripts were already on the table, and the other two hurriedly handed over their own manuscripts.

Section Chief Peng put on his glasses and blue cloth arm sleeves, and began to read silently.

Xiao Zhang and Xiao Mao are quite experienced; they submitted their own drafts first so that the leader could read them first, which is called "first impressions matter".

Section Chief Peng read quickly, and after seeing Wei Xiongtu's draft, he couldn't help but nod in approval:

"Xiao Wei's article, 'Observing the Tide and Talking about Supply and Marketing,' is quite good. Its structure and flow have the feel of a People's Daily editorial."

"Zhao Ke, you've written for provincial leaders before, come over and give us your opinion."

A middle-aged man with a square face was smoking while leaning against a green window frame with half of its paint chipped off. Upon hearing this, he flicked his cigarette ash into the ceramic jar and looked at it.

After skimming through the text, Zhao Ke couldn't help but nod.
"This comrade's speech was good. He started by talking about the supply and marketing cooperative's support for port construction, which not only helped our unit gain the initiative at the study session, but also brought the two units closer together..."

"This is good; it quotes the latest editorial—'Grasping the key points of governance yields fruitful results; we must work hard and seize every minute.' It then incorporates the Tang poem, 'There will be times when the wind and waves will be favorable, and we will set sail to cross the vast ocean…'"

"The ending was excellent, effectively combining the spirit of the Second Plenary Session of the Seventh CPC Central Committee with port construction..."

After reading the manuscript, Zhao Ke was very satisfied:

"I didn't expect our warehousing and handling department to be so full of talent! Who is Xiao Wei? His writing skills are good enough to be an editor at a newspaper."

Wei Xiongtu raised his hand shyly, his smile a little bashful.

Qian Jin looked at him in surprise.

Is this guy a writer?

He noticed the flirtatious glances Zhao Ke gave Wei Xiongtu, and guessed that Wei Xiongtu's fate might be changed because of this speech.

If I had known my brother-in-law was such a talented writer, why would he have stayed up all night writing something?
If you have the time and energy, you might as well go and pick two pipes; that would save you the trouble of washing your underwear first thing in the morning.

It looks like the leaders are going to choose Wei Xiongtu's article.

At this point, the young man surnamed Zhang became a little anxious and stepped forward, raising his head and saying, "You two leaders, I would like to recommend myself. Please take a closer look at my draft."

"I consulted a leader from the Publicity Department of Chengnan District about my manuscript, and it went through three revisions. It should be pretty good."

Qian Jin was somewhat shocked by this.

Are gangsters these days really this reckless?

Directly questioning the leader's opinion and then using a higher-ranking leader to exert pressure?
What shocked him even more was that Section Chief Peng was quite good-natured and actually picked up his manuscript again to read it:
"Xiao Zhang, your essay 'A Loyal Heart and a Magnificent Spirit' is indeed very good. It has the writing style of Liu Qing and the strategic thinking of Hua Luogeng."

He took off his glasses, breathed on them, and examined the lenses carefully.

Another boy, perhaps inspired or encouraged by his companion, put his teacup on the table and raised his head as well:

"Please also take a look at my article, 'Ode to the Revolutionary Spirit of Modern Supply and Marketing Workers,' which is also by Section Chief Peng!"

The second button of his Zhongshan suit was fastened tightly, and the watch chain peeking out from his cuffs was wrapped with a red silk thread.

“I also specifically consulted Instructor Liu from the Municipal Party School, and found that it contains three of the latest instructions from the Central Committee.”

Qian Jin felt that he should also say something.
Otherwise, I'd look like a total idiot.

And at that moment, Section Chief Peng and Section Chief Zhao actually looked at him!

Qian Jin was dumbfounded. What should he say then?

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up his teacup: "Please add some more water, this black tea smells so good."

Zhao Ke couldn't help but laugh and quickly poured him some water: "Drink this well, it will soothe your throat."

Qian Jin chuckled awkwardly, "Thank you, boss."

Section Chief Peng drew a mark on Xiao Mao's draft with a red and blue pencil:
"Indeed, Comrade Mao Wenfei's speech was very impressive, but it contained too much poetic language. It's fine for a work report, but it's not appropriate for our upcoming meeting to learn from the best practices of our sister units."

"But I believe that to make a revolution, one must have the spirit to reach for the moon!" Mao Wenfei said passionately.

"During the Luanzhou earthquake relief efforts last year, our loading and unloading team didn't sleep for a day and a night, and it was this spirit that kept us going!"

"Last month, when we were rushing to transport fertilizer for disaster relief, our loading and unloading team was already exhausted from working overtime. But after receiving the order, we carried forward this revolutionary spirit, obeyed the command of our superiors, and persevered to achieve victory..."

He spoke with such fervor that he couldn't help but draw arcs in the air, making Qian Jin's blood boil and almost shout "Hey Hitler!"

The past decade has forged a rebellious and defiant spirit in many young people, and now he is finally witnessing it in the propaganda department.

"...Riding the wave of governing the country by grasping the key points, we must become the trendsetters of the times!"

After saying this, Mao Wenfei slammed his hand down, and Zhao Ke smiled and applauded him.

"Yes, this comrade's spirit is truly admirable. All comrades should learn from him."

The others in the office clapped while trying not to laugh.

In the end, Peng Youliang made the final decision. He whispered something to Zhao Ke and said slowly:
"Comrade Mao Wenfei's speech can be kept for use during the New Year's Day work report."

"Comrade Zhang Danxin's speech can be mailed to our supply and marketing system's 'Supply and Marketing Literature' for submission."

"One hundred copies of Comrade Wei Xiongtu's manuscript were mimeographed and distributed to all grassroots units for study."

"Comrade Qian Jin, please revise your speech. You will speak on behalf of the Warehousing and Transportation Department."

Qian Jin stared blankly at the black tea floating in his cup, then looked at his boss with a bewildered expression, like a husky.

Zhao Ke agreed: "Qian Jin's manuscript is good. He summarized it very systematically, with three checks, three reviews, three screenings, and three points to note."

"This smuggler psychological analysis method is amazing! I've only ever read about foreign psychological research in newspapers, I never expected to see it applied in our workplace, it's truly impressive!"

Qian Jin scratched his head.

Mao Wenfei was very frustrated and asked, "Leader, can we study Comrade Qian Jin's speech in advance?"

Peng Youliang pointed to an official document posted on the wall:
“His writing style was worse than the three of yours, and far worse than Xiao Wei’s, but the content was substantial.”

"Look at the document issued by the province. It's a 'Notice on Standardizing the Publicity of Advanced Models' issued just a week ago."

"When I asked you to write the article, didn't I tell you that it must be based on facts and not be vague or unrealistic?"

Now it was Qian Jin's turn to stand tall and proud.

He actually followed Peng Youliang's instructions and found a book on port anti-smuggling to summarize and refine.

With the speech draft selected, the next step is preparation.

Peng Youliang handed Qian Jin a piece of paper.

This is a special manuscript paper from the Municipal Party Committee, with gold-flecked portraits of workers, peasants, and soldiers printed in the header.

The four of them went out, and Qian Jin handed his manuscript to his brother-in-law: "Help me polish it."

Wei Xiongtu must be held responsible for copying the manuscript.

He had just seen it; Wei Xiongtu had excellent handwriting, even surpassing Wei Qinghuan in this aspect.

After leaving the office and going downstairs, Zhang Danxin tore her speech into snowflakes and threw them into the trash can.

Qian Jin curled his lips.

Bear-like habits.

Wei Xiongtu, with a compassionate heart, comforted him: "Comrade Zhang, losing the speech contest isn't a big deal..."

Zhang Danxin was taken aback, then quickly explained with an embarrassed expression, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to target you. I'm just disappointed in myself."

“My brother and I went to the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps in the Gobi Desert in Northwest China before. I returned to the city last year, but my brother is still there. He is a barefoot doctor and can’t leave, so he can’t go back to the city.”

“He told me during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year that there was a lack of transportation in his area. As a barefoot doctor, he always walked to see patients, which was slow and caused a lot of trouble. He said it would be great if he had a bicycle.”

"But I've only been back in the city for a year, how could I possibly save up enough money to buy a bicycle? As a loader, I don't even get a bicycle ticket."

"I happened to know that our company was holding a joint learning session with the port, and the prize for the speakers was a bicycle voucher. So I put a lot of effort into writing this speech, hoping to get the bicycle voucher to mail to my brother!"

Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu suddenly realized what was happening and exchanged a glance.

They had already received the same reward before.

So Qian Jin asked, "Comrade Zhang, are you sure this time it's still a bicycle voucher reward?"

Zhang Danxin was certain: "I've seen the notification letter from my workplace, and it specifically mentioned the prize."

"The speaker received a Forever brand bicycle voucher, while the other model students received a Red Lantern brand radio voucher."

Qian Jin replied without hesitation, "Then I'll trade my tickets for yours, are you willing?"

Zhang Danxin looked at him in shock: "Really or not? A Forever brand bicycle costs 200 yuan, and a Red Lantern brand radio costs 100 yuan. That's double the price!"

Then he realized: "Oh, you want to make up the difference with me?"

Qian Jin shook his head: "I already have a bicycle, so bicycle exchange tickets are not a necessity for me."

“You need bicycles to exchange for tickets to do your business. We are all one family, so I think I should contribute my efforts to this matter and make a contribution to the health of the people in Northwest China.”

Zhang Danxin swallowed subconsciously and said hesitantly, "I did warn you, you'd better think it over, there's a difference of one hundred yuan!"

They, the loaders and porters, can't even save a hundred yuan a year.

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Hey, it doesn't matter. We proletarians value feelings, not money!"

Wei Xiongtu shook hands with him very solemnly: "Comrade Qian Jin, your awareness is something I should learn from."

Qian Jin also asked seriously, "Is she someone you can entrust your life to?"

Wei Xiongtu chuckled, "We don't talk about girls in such a serious setting."

Zhang Danxin was overwhelmed with gratitude towards Qian Jin.

Mao Wenfei then stepped forward and asked, "Comrade Qian Jin, could you give me your speaking opportunity?"

"I also had my reasons. If I could get the opportunity to speak and be recognized as a role model by my company, then I would have the chance to leave the loading and unloading team and go to a sales position!"

Qian Jin thought, "Don't you want to eat peaches?"
Becoming a spokesperson is such a good thing?
Old Peng is dishonest for not explaining beforehand; otherwise, would he have given away something like this?

He can spend two days doing absolutely nothing and produce a super speech that is both eloquent and rich in content, with handwriting as handsome as his face!
Qian Jin himself is desperate to get a sales position, so even if his brother-in-law tries to steal his speaking opportunity, he has to fight back fiercely!

So he politely declined, saying, "No, that won't do."

Mao Wenfei was unhappy.

Does Qian Jin even care about this?

He kept urging Wei Xiongtu to revise his manuscript properly, making sure it was full of literary flair and that he could impress the leaders!

Mao Wenfei is a clueless person; he kept pestering Qian Jin, trying to take away his chance to speak.

He followed Qian Jin to the toilet.

Finally, Qian Jin got angry: "As Section Chief Peng just said, exemplary publicity needs to show real people and events. What's the use of coming to me if you haven't done a good job yourself?"

"Stay away from me, I need to tidy myself up before I go on stage to speak."

Seeing that there was no hope of getting a replacement manuscript, Mao Wenfei turned on the tap in front of Qian Jin completely.

Tap water gushed out, splashing onto the enamel sign that read "Save Water" and then spraying in all directions, eventually landing on Qian Jin's clothes.

Qian Jin's expression suddenly changed, but he laughed again and turned to leave.

This bastard is probably deliberately provoking me, hoping I'll hit someone and lose my spokesperson status!
I'll beat him up later!
The study session started at 10:00 AM in the auditorium of the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives. A large number of people came to attend the meeting, and the auditorium was packed.

Qian Jin had a bandage on his forehead—this was Peng Youliang's idea, to make the workers at the meeting mistakenly believe that he had been injured in a fight with smugglers.

Last time, Qian Jin sat in the crowd at the commendation ceremony; this time, he sat in the first row.

The table in front of him was covered with a red silk cloth, and the tea in the porcelain teacup was the color of blood.

The meeting begins.

Speech by the leader.

Representatives of the model learners took the stage to speak.

Qian Jin breathed a sigh of relief after listening to several speeches.

This is sure.

What kind of nonsense is that in front of me?

Many of them are still using the same old methods of ideological work and building, but don't they even look at the subtitle of this study and discussion meeting?
'Strive to achieve the Four Modernizations'.

The country's development is about to change.

He knew his speech was bound to be the center of attention.

He's already showing off before even getting to the speech.

When it was his turn to introduce his and Wei Xiongtu's anti-smuggling deeds, Section Chief Peng spoke personally, saying that "Comrades Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu faced ten times their number of enemies without fear" and "They dared to attack and were determined to win."

The propaganda staff led the applause, and the workers followed suit with all their might, shaking the dust off the window frames.

The other people's deeds included rescuing state-owned assets from fire or water, working diligently in their posts, or making breakthroughs in advanced technologies.

These stories, though advanced, lacked conflict and dramatic moments, leaving the workers drowsy.

When it came to Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu's turn, a conflict finally broke out. Some people went into the water, some climbed onto the boat, and some even fought head-on. The workers listened with great interest.

Section Chief Peng is a seasoned propaganda expert; he knows what the workers want to know, and he practically reenacted the arrest scene like something out of a martial arts novel:

"...Faced with the invading enemy, Comrade Qian Jin remained fearless and as steady as a mountain. With a sweeping leg kick, he threw the man against the mooring post..."

"Comrade Wei Xiongtu was even more remarkable. When three lawbreakers approached him from three sides, he remembered the heroic deeds of Yang Gensi's company in the Korean War, who dared to fight the enemy with bayonets. He picked up a crowbar as a bayonet and forced the three criminals into a corner of the cabin..."

Qian Jin turned back to find Wei Xiongtu. He saw Wei Xiongtu with his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

The workers were really happy to hear this description, and the applause was unprecedentedly enthusiastic.

A female worker behind them was so excited while clapping that she accidentally dropped a ball of yarn she was secretly using to knit a sweater onto the ground, where it rolled right up to Qian Jin's feet.

Qian Jin picked up the ball of yarn and handed it to her. The round-faced female worker blushed and looked at him shyly, her eyes full of affection.

Qian Jin's eyes were filled with nothing but the pursuit of building socialism.

It was his turn to speak on stage.

After he left, a leader pinned a big red flower on his chest, making him look like a groom.

Qian Jin did not miscalculate.

His remarks were indeed more popular than those of others.

Because his speech contained substantial content:
The three checks and three inspections are: checking whether the bollards are filled with lead, checking whether the anchors have weld marks, checking the cargo ship's waterline and cargo weight to verify that the marks left on the ship are consistent with the cargo declaration, checking whether the crew's words and actions are normal, and checking whether there are any abnormalities in various documents.

The three-screening method involves screening crew member identity information and vessel information, screening whether the origin, destination and transportation route of the goods are consistent, and screening the rationality of the types and assembly of goods, etc.

The applause was like a tidal wave, continuous and unending.

The leaders were very satisfied with the result.

At the end of the meeting, the leaders of both units stated that the learning activities for the outstanding employees would be fully launched starting the following week.

Next week, team leaders at each port and wharf will hold a meeting at 4 PM every day to organize a study session.

The hands of the Combas quartz clock hanging on the wall are turning round and round.

With the words of the secretary of the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative, "Spiritual learning must be internalized, and capacity building must be effective," this study session came to a perfect close.

The entire room, filled with blue-gray uniforms, clapped in unison, and the enamel mug lids rattled loudly on the table.

Just like when he attended the commendation meeting last time, Qian Jin was once again sought after by the workers present.

But this time was different. The workers started jeering and asked:

"Comrade Qian Jin, tell me about the scene when you were cracking down on smuggling. Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"I've also practiced martial arts. My master was a disciple of the Wudang School. He was skilled at 'Monkey Stealing Peaches.' When would you like to teach me?"

Qian Jin carefully put away his "Model Student" certificate and walked out, awkwardly laughing as he said:

"I did study martial arts. My master was a political instructor in a machine gun company and was skilled with the Type 99 light machine gun..."

It wasn't just the workers who sought him out.

After the meeting, the leader of the Port Authority's Materials Section contacted him, saying that their unit was compiling a "Collection of Experiences in the Fight Against Smuggling" and hoped that Qian Jin could provide some materials.

They also plan to hold an anti-smuggling training course later, and hope that Qian Jin can compile his speech into lecture notes to give a lecture to their new recruits.

Qian Jin readily agreed.

Then he pulled Wei Xiongtu aside and said, "Brother-in-law, I'll give you an outline later, and you can help me write some materials for our brother units."

Wei Xiongtu hesitated for a moment: "I don't have much time right now. After get off work, I have to tutor my relative's child and some of his classmates..."

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense. This is work, and work is done during work hours."

"You can help with homework after get off work, and compile materials during work hours."

"Wait a minute!" He suddenly realized, "You tutor your relatives' kids and classmates?"

"You have this ability?"

Wei Xiongtu said, "I entered Haibin Teachers College at the age of 14 and started teaching at the age of 17."

"Later, when I went to the countryside, I always stayed in the classroom. I worked as a teacher in a literacy class in the commune and as a teacher in a workers', peasants' and soldiers' middle school. How could I not have this ability?"

Qian Jin was stunned: "You've always been a teacher? Then why are you working as a porter at the supply and marketing cooperative now?"

The state's arrangement for educated youth to return to the cities was not arbitrary; it was guided by strict policies. Professionals like Wei Xiongtu were assigned to teaching positions.

Wei Xiongtu explained, "When I return to the city, I should be assigned to the People's Night School, but if I go, Xiaoqing will have to stay in the countryside forever."

"So I used my father's connections to get Xiaoqing transferred back first. You know how dangerous it is for a beautiful girl like her to go to the countryside where she has no relatives or friends."

“As soon as she came back, I immediately gave her the opportunity so that she wouldn’t have to go to the countryside anymore. I accepted the work arrangement from the street office and waited until this year when the street office arranged for me to be a porter, so I came.”

Qian Jin patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder.

He had always been good to Wei Xiongtu because Wei Xiongtu was a man of principle and loyalty, but he looked down on him in terms of ability, thinking that Wei Xiongtu was old-fashioned and incompetent, and that his sister had to take care of his children.

He knew how much Wei Qinghuan had suffered to help her brother take care of his child.

As a result, Wei Xiongtu's impression of him changed completely today.

She is not only a skilled writer, but also a full-time teacher.

Such a person would definitely perform poorly in the transport team. If he threw a shark into the desert, even a great white shark or a hammerhead shark would be doomed!

Furthermore, Wei Xiongtu's joining the transport team was due to his sister's sacrifice, which made him admire him even more.

He's a great brother-in-law!

"Brother-in-law, have a cigarette." Qian Jin respectfully offered him a cigarette.

Wei Xiongtu was baffled.

I don't smoke.

He sensed that Qian Jin was acting strangely today, so he walked away on his own, took out his notebook, and went to the bulletin board to copy the table of contents of the latest issue of "Red Flag" magazine.

Qian Jin was by his side when someone rushed over: "Hey, hey, Xiao Qian, Xiao Wei, wait for me."

Qian Jin turned around and saw Song Hongbing, the captain of the Jiagang Brigade of their warehousing and transportation department.

Song Hongbing caught up with the two of them, grinning from ear to ear: "I've been looking for you two since the meeting ended, but I didn't expect you to leave so early."

"Alright, you two really gave our captain face today, that's great."

Qian Jin handed him the large Qianmen cigarettes, saying, "It's all thanks to the leadership's excellent education and the organization's cultivation."

This time, Song Hongbing didn't accept the whole pack of cigarettes, but just took one and said, "I'll smoke one of these celebratory cigarettes for you two to share the joy."

Qian Jin sensed something was off about what he was saying.

Then Song Hongbing began to probe indirectly:
"You two did a great job protecting the collective assets. But the organization is also generous to those who have made contributions. Last time you attended our unit's commendation meeting, you received bicycle vouchers as a reward, right?"

An alarm bell rang in Qian Jin's mind.

Wei Xiongtu honestly replied, "Yes."

Song Hongbing laughed and said, "I heard you got two more bicycle vouchers as a reward this time? You two are really something."

Wei Xiongtu honestly replied, "Last time it was, but this time it's not. I'm a Red Lantern brand radio."

He pretended to take out the voucher to show Song Hongbing.

Song Hongbing ignored him and looked at Qian Jin, then sighed while smoking and said, "That's how it is."

"My partner's job has changed. Before, they worked near home and didn't have to ride a bike, but now they're working in the suburbs. Ugh, it's so frustrating. Commuting has suddenly become a hassle. Xiao Qian, you know what I mean?"

Qian Jin nodded: "I understand. Captain Song, tell me which unit your wife works at? I'll see if I can find some connections to transfer her back—is that what you mean?"

The smoke from Song Hongbing's mouth and nose immediately stopped.

He paused and said, "That's not what I meant. We don't do things like using connections or backdoors."

"What I mean is, you already have a bicycle, and now you have two extra bicycle exchange tickets, so could you name a price? I'd like to buy one from you."

“I understand,” he quickly added, “Bicycle vouchers are in high demand right now, so I didn’t feel comfortable asking you for them after you got them at the last awards ceremony, since you only had one.”

"Now that you have two, I'd like you to name a price..."

Qian Jin said helplessly, "Do I even need to quote a price? Captain Song has always been very kind to me. If I still have any bicycle vouchers, I would definitely give them to you, Captain!"

Song Hongbing asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Qian Jin explained, "I don't have any more exchange tickets. The first one was exchanged by Qiu Dayong, the leader of our port youth transport team, a few days ago."

"I hadn't even had a chance to warm up that voucher before Zhang Danxin from our unit took it!"

He also produced a radio voucher.

This is Zhang Danxin's prize.

Song Hongbing looked incredulous and gave a fake smile: "Really? That's too much of a coincidence."

Qian Jin said, "You can ask someone to inquire with Qiu Dayong and Zhang Danxin. If I'm lying, may I die a horrible death!"

"It's not that bad, it's not that bad." Song Hongbing waved his hand with a fake smile, then looked at Wei Xiongtu.

Even though Wei Xiongtu was clueless about social etiquette, he understood what he meant and simply spread his hands and said, "I gave my exchange ticket to my uncle."

Song Hongbing didn't believe him at all!
I can ask Qiu Dayong or Zhang Danxin, but I can't ask your uncle, can I?

He said in a friendly tone, "Xiao Wei, don't worry, I don't need your vote. Don't worry, Captain, I'm not a scoundrel."

"I'll buy your ticket or exchange it for your ticket. The Phoenix bicycle costs 180 yuan, right? I'll give you the money!"

Qian Jin secretly curled his lip.

Buying a bicycle only costs money, right?

No tickets needed?

Wei Xiongtu said helplessly, "Captain Song, that's not what I meant. I did give the tickets to my uncle."

“I also swear, no, I guarantee it with my Party spirit…”

"Alright, alright," Song Hongbing sneered.

"Oh my, this advanced individual is really different. They don't even care about a small leader like me."

He shook his head with feigned sigh, turned around, and slowly walked away with his hands behind his back.

My subordinate just got three tickets and they've all disappeared?
He doesn't believe it!

I originally wanted to get something for nothing.

In the end, the gloves weren't a complete waste.

He walked very slowly.

This gave the two of them time to regret their actions.

But Qian Jin couldn't back out; he really gave away both tickets!
Song Hongbing left with a gloomy face.

His face was so gloomy it could hail.

Even someone as naive as Wei Xiongtu understood: "We're not going to get away with this, are we?"

"First, remove the 'bar' part. Second, I don't eat fruit." Qian Jincai wasn't afraid of Song Hongbing.

Or perhaps he's not afraid of struggle!
But he asked curiously, "You really gave such a precious voucher to your uncle?"

Wei Xiongtu nodded: "I never lie."

Qian Jin said, "But your sister doesn't even have a bicycle!"

"You're not giving it to your sister, you're giving it to your uncle? What's wrong? Are you closer to your uncle than to your sister?"

Wei Xiongtu said, "Of course not, Xiaoqing and I are the closest people in the world!"

"What about the small glutinous rice balls?" Qian Jin asked again.

Wei Xiongtu was taken aback: "They are all...the closest of relatives."

Qian Jin continued, "Since you're closest to Teacher Wei, why don't you give the ticket to her?"

Wei Xiongtu sighed: "To be honest, the first person I thought of when I saw this redemption ticket was Xiaoqing. It was Xiaoqing who asked me to give it to my uncle."

"Because I had nowhere to stay, I had been staying in my uncle's kitchen."

"My uncle's family has a lot of complaints about this, but I have nowhere to go. If I don't stay at their house, I'll be homeless!"

Qian Jin understood: "No wonder Xiao Tangyuan wanted to live in the teachers' dormitory with Teacher Wei."

Wei Xiongtu said dejectedly, "Yes, Xiao Tangyuan stayed at my uncle's house with me."

“But you don’t know this until you become a father. Children tend to wake up easily at night and make noise.”

"Sigh, I really have no choice but to hand my daughter over to my sister. As a brother and father, I must be the most incompetent person in the world!"

Qian Jin comforted him, "It's not that bad, your situation is special."

"But aren't you tutoring your uncle's child? Isn't that enough to make up for the favor you've done by staying at his house?"

Wei Xiongtu shook his head: "He not only tutors my younger brother, but also tutors more than ten of his classmates."

"But it was no use. I didn't know about my uncle's family situation, my aunt..."

He shook his head and sighed.

When living under someone else's low eaves, how can one not bow one's head?
Qian Jin changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I questioned why you didn't give the tickets to Teacher Wei, but why didn't you question me?"

Wei Xiongtu asked, "What are you being questioned about?"

Qian Jin explained, "I kept saying that I was pursuing Teacher Wei and that I wanted to marry her, but in the end, Teacher Wei didn't have a bicycle, and I didn't give her the voucher..."

"Why did you give this to her? She's not your wife yet, she's not family with you," Wei Xiongtu said matter-of-factly. "How could she accept such an expensive gift from you!"

Looking at his brother-in-law's serious face.

Qian Jin was speechless.

This brother-in-law's values ​​are impeccable.

However, he didn't give Wei Qinghuan the exchange ticket because of that consideration, but rather so that he could continue to pick up and drop off Wei Qinghuan by bicycle.

Wei Qinghuan's tacit acceptance of his offer to pick her up and drop her off was actually a way of making a statement...

and many more!

Pick-up and drop-off service!
Qian Jin suddenly had a great idea!
He looked intently at Wei Xiongtu: "You have a place to stay! You and your daughter can be reunited! Teacher Wei, hehehe..."

Wei Xiongtu said weakly, "Don't laugh like that, it's making me a little scared!"

(End of this chapter)