In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

Wang Xingguo quickly replied, "Grandpa, I'm awake."

Director Zhao pushed open the door and walked in. He said to Wang Xingguo, "Xingguo, today the street office's joint defense team and the police station went to crack down on the black market and arrested a man. He didn't have any identification on him, but he said he was a business trip from Xinjiang. He also said he knew you, so I came to tell you to go and see if they arrested the wrong person."

Wang Xingguo asked in surprise, "He's here on a business trip from Xinjiang? He even knows me. Is his name Zheng Xuewen?"

Director Zhao was also a little surprised and said, "So he really does know you?"

Wang Xingguo nodded, but was a little confused. He put his daughter in the basket and said to Li Xiuping, "Wife, I'm going to go see what's going on. That person came to Beijing on the same train as me this time."

Li Xiuping nodded and said, "Go ahead, but make sure you investigate thoroughly and don't let the bad guys get away."

Wang Xingguo couldn't explain it either, because he had seen Zheng Xuewen's credentials and confirmed that Zheng was indeed a staff member from Xinjiang, so the credentials he held couldn't be faked.

Those seals all have special anti-counterfeiting features, and only trained people can distinguish between genuine and fake ones. Wang Xingguo was one of those trained people, and he was able to confirm that the documents and certificates were not fake.

Wang Xingguo and Director Zhao arrived at the police station and saw Zheng Xuewen with his hands tied.

Upon seeing Wang Xingguo, Zheng Xuewen exclaimed excitedly, "Section Chief Wang, I just wanted to buy some things, but they arrested me. No matter how I explained, they wouldn't listen. I don't know anyone here, so I sent them to the fuel transportation department to find you to testify for me."

Wang Xingguo asked with a serious expression, "I'm asking you, why don't you have any identification on you?"

Zheng Xuewen said with a frustrated look, "After I got here, I went to the bathhouse and took a good shower. Then I forgot to put my ID in my bag. I changed my coat and left my ID at the guesthouse. I asked them to take me to the guesthouse to check my ID, but they refused. Now I can't prove my innocence."

Wang Xingguo said to the people in the office, "This person is indeed sent from Xinjiang to Beijing to coordinate work. You can go with him to the guesthouse to check his credentials."

Since Wang Xingguo had spoken up, the officers at the station simply released him.

After all, he just couldn't produce any identification. Generally speaking, if someone goes to the black market to buy things, their employer will just come and pay a fine and take them away; it's not a particularly serious problem.

Zheng Xuewen explained with a wry smile, "I'm unfamiliar with this place and don't have any receipts. I wanted to go and pick up some things to visit our Xinjiang leaders in Beijing. It was really a misunderstanding. I'm such a scatterbrain; I left my documents at the guesthouse."

Wang Xingguo laughed and said, "I know, I've checked all your documents, there's no problem. But Lao Zheng, honestly, why didn't your company help you with your things when you went on a business trip?"

Zheng Xuewen scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "Section Chief Wang, I didn't receive this job from the unit. I was buying and transporting sheep to you when this business trip was suddenly assigned to me, and I really didn't have time to go back to the unit to pick up my things. I have a leader stationed in Beijing this time, so I was thinking of going to make some connections, but who knew that you in Beijing would crack down so strictly on even buying things privately? It's not this exaggerated where I am..."

Wang Xingguo explained, "Old Zheng, I'm not trying to criticize you, but do you even realize where you are? This is the capital, a place where they strictly check for enemy agents. No matter what, you must always carry your identification with you, otherwise you might be stopped and have your documents checked at any time."

What a mess! If Zheng Xuewen had just had his identification, he wouldn't have been taken to the police station.

Who knew he would be so careless, not even bringing his identification, and then finding out about the black market and going there to buy things.

Because of the negotiated night market, the black market is now strictly controlled. Unless absolutely necessary, going to the negotiated night market is much safer than going to the black market.

Wang Xingguo rode his bicycle to take the man back to the guesthouse of the Xinjiang Liaison Office in Beijing, and told him the location of the Xicheng Negotiation Night Market, suggesting that if he wanted to get things done through connections, he should go to the Negotiation Night Market.

Zheng Xuewen thanked him repeatedly before entering the guesthouse.

Wang Xingguo rode his bicycle home. It's quite funny, actually. Old Zheng was checked on the train and then arrested again in Beijing. He's really unlucky!

Back home, Wang Xingguo told Li Xiuping what had happened, leaving her stunned.

Finally, she cautioned, "Honey, don't get too close to this person."

Wang Xingguo asked, puzzled, "Wife, why do you say that?"

Li Xiuping pursed her lips and said, "Look, this guy is so unlucky. If you get too close to him, I'm afraid you'll catch his bad luck."

Wang Xingguo laughed heartily. It's no wonder Li Xiuping had such thoughts; Zheng Xuewen was just too unlucky!

After everyone got off work that evening, Wang Xingguo took Wang Chengbin from Shen Qingqing and played with his little nephew for a while. Unfortunately, the boy didn't recognize him as his second uncle and soon started crying.

As more and more people left work, they all came to Wang Xing's house, and it took three tables to fit everyone.

They weren't worried about running out of food, as many people brought their own dishes over.

Director Zhao said cheerfully, "Xingguo, you've been away on business for so long this time, you should have a good drink with me."

Li Laishun asked, "Xingguo, will we have to keep working overtime like this?"

Wang Xingguo nodded, picked up his wine glass and said, "That should be the case. Anyway, we'll arrange things however we want. Everyone, please take good care of Xiuping and her family at home. I'd like to toast you all first."

"Don't say that. You don't need to worry about the family. We'll take good care of them."

"That's right. We'll take care of things at home. We won't let Xiuping be bullied."

Wang Xingbang said with a smile, "Now that there are many children in the family, Xiuping can't manage on her own. I'm planning to ask my mother-in-law to help take care of the children. Do you have any objections, second son?"

Wang Xingguo nodded, raised his glass to Shen Daxing and said, "No objection, Uncle Shen, let me toast you. I'll also have to trouble Auntie to help take care of the child, so Xiuping won't get too tired."

Shen Daxing quickly raised his glass and said with a smile, "What are you saying? Cheng'an is also our grandson, how could there be any trouble? Let's all drink together. I feel like Xingguo is just trying to get a few more drinks by toasting us like this?"

Everyone burst into laughter and drank a toast together.

Wang Xingguo told his uncle and cousin about buying the pig.

I didn't expect everyone to have this idea, wanting to slaughter a pig and divide the meat to have a prosperous New Year.

Director Zhao couldn't help but speak up, "Then let's pool our resources and get one pig. That way it won't cost much, and I also want my family to have a prosperous New Year!"

So, everyone started to discuss it, and some families split one end of the road into four, while others split it into six or seven.

Pigs are much cheaper now; live pigs are basically one yuan per kilogram, and there are even fattened pigs weighing 140 or 150 kilograms available.

In other words, if five families each contribute twenty or thirty yuan, they can share a fat pig.