Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun rummaged through his spatial storage and took out a cat's eye snail.

"Hey, take this and play with it."

This second sister is the most honest, which makes him feel a little sorry for her.

"Wow! What a big seashell! It's so beautiful!"

Chang Mu cheered and took it in his hands, playing with it.

"Big brother, there's still meat in here!" She gently pinched the meat protruding from the cat's eye snail.

"Sizzle—"

Several jets of water shot out.

"Haha, bro, it can even spray water!"

Sitting on the back of the bicycle, Chang Qing's frustration from losing at rock-paper-scissors completely disappeared.

Goodbye, Big Brother.

After watching Chang Qing happily enter the supply and marketing cooperative, Chang Kun turned around and walked into the state-run restaurant.

When I entered, I was already carrying four large yellow croakers.

"Auntie, you're busy." As soon as I entered, I saw Chef Zhu's wife sitting at the dining table eating sunflower seeds.

"Is that Xiao Kun? I heard from your mother that you went to another place by train?" These women would often gather together to chat. The state-run restaurant and the supply and marketing cooperative were just across the road, and the old woman had already become one of the women around her.

Chang Kun nodded in agreement, lifting the large yellow croaker in his hand.

"I went to Tianjin and got some large yellow croakers there. I gave two of them to Aunt Zhu to try."

"Oh dear, how can I accept this!" Aunt Zhu's eyes lit up as she looked at the fish in Chang Kun's hand. Each fish weighed seven or eight pounds and was still alive, wagging its tail.

"Xiao Kun, how much is this? I'll give you the money." Aunt Zhu took out some money from her pocket, counted out thirty yuan, and insisted on giving it to Chang Kun. "If you don't accept it, I'll be too embarrassed to ask you for anything next time."

Fine, you're making yourself look like you're here to sell fish.

"Auntie, I'll take these two leftovers to Grandpa Zhu."

"Hey, he's in his office. This fish is really fresh; let's take it to the kitchen and cook it while it's still alive."

It's so convenient to eat at a state-run restaurant. You don't even need to prepare seasonings and ingredients at home. You can just cook whatever you want here.

Chang Kun had just reached the office door when he heard a gasp from the kitchen.

"Hey! Where did this yellow croaker come from, and it's even alive?!"

It was Chef Zhu's voice. Aunt Zhu didn't know much about fish, but she knew they were big and alive, so she charged Chang Kun two yuan per pound.

But Chef Zhu had been a chef for decades and had seen all kinds of ingredients. He was surprised to see his wife carrying two live yellow croakers.

He had only ever seen this fish dead, and knew it was no ordinary fish; only the rich and powerful could afford to eat it.

As Chang Kun entered the office, he casually hung two fish by the door: "Uncle Zhu, I brought some fish from out of town. Here, have a taste."

Director Zhu laughed heartily and stood up: "Chang Kun, you've come all this way, no need to be so polite."

As the director of a state-run restaurant, he had no shortage of food, but Chang Kun's courtesy pleased him greatly.

"Don't be so polite, Uncle Zhu."

The two had barely exchanged a few pleasantries when the office door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Chef Zhu burst in and immediately asked, "Chang Kun, did you bring that yellow croaker?"

Chang Kun nodded: "Uncle Zhu, I just brought it back from Tianjin."

"Oh dear!" Chef Zhu slapped his thigh. "This fish must be expensive! How can we afford it!"

Director Zhu then realized what was happening and pointed to the two fish by the door frame: "Second brother, are these fish very expensive?"

He sits in an office all year round and his knowledge of ingredients is far less than that of Chef Zhu.

Chef Zhu chuckled: "Brother, this yellow croaker is huge, and it's still alive. Last time I cooked it, it was for Minister Chen. Just imagine!"

When he saw his wife carrying two large yellow croakers into the kitchen, he thought he was seeing things.

Hearing that Chang Kun brought it, his wife gave him thirty yuan. Chef Zhu was speechless. Such a big yellow croaker, let alone two yuan, even ten yuan a pound, people would fight over it.

"Wow!" The usually composed Director Zhu suddenly stood up. "Chang Kun, how much did you pay for this fish?"

Chang Kun blinked, feigning mystery, and whispered, "Two Uncle Zhus, I have something to tell you..."

"What?" The two men moved closer to Chang Kun, focusing their attention, thinking they were about to hear some secret gossip.

"Hehe... I actually caught this fish myself!"

The two men exchanged a glance, and Chef Zhu shook his head: "Xiao Kun, it's not that I look down on you, but this is a legitimate sea fish. You're not a fisherman, where are you going to catch it?"

Director Zhu said, "Xiao Kun, just tell us how much you paid, otherwise we'll feel embarrassed to accept your fish."

"Hey, I'm telling the truth, why won't you two believe me? I really caught it myself!"

Chang Kun then made up a scene, saying that he encountered a large puddle at the beach when the tide was receding, and there was a group of large yellow croakers in the puddle.

"You can do that?"

"How can I be so lucky?!"

They were both shocked; this was like going to the beach to find money!

This is much faster than picking up money!

"Uncle Zhu, I don't mind having too much money. I really picked up this fish myself. We'll eat it ourselves, so we won't lose out. Besides, Aunt Zhu already gave me money."

Director Zhu pondered for a moment, then took out two unpackaged packs of cigarettes from the drawer and tossed them to Chang Kun: "Then your Uncle Zhu will have to shamelessly accept this fish. Such a good fish, still alive, is perfect for delivering as a National Day gift to the leader's house."

"Uncle Zhu, what's this?"

Chang Kun examined the two packs of cigarettes from top to bottom, but couldn't find anything unusual. They were just white paper packaging, which he had never seen before.

"Hehe, I won't let you suffer a loss either. These cigarettes are reserved for the very top rank. I've had them for a long time, but I haven't been able to bring myself to smoke them..."

"Xiao Kun, don't be so polite with me. These two fish are not something ordinary people can get. I'm taking them as gifts. They've really helped me a lot."

Chang Kun nodded: "Alright, Uncle Zhu, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

He remembered a rumor from later generations that the finest tobacco leaves were rubbed together in the breasts of young girls, but he didn't know if it was true or not...

"That's right. Neither of us should stand on ceremony. While the fish is still alive, I need to deliver it to the boss right away." With that, Director Zhu turned to Chef Zhu and instructed, "Second brother, stew those two big yellow croakers you have. We'll have a drink together tonight."

Chef Zhu: "Huh?"

He was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Holy crap! You took your two fish as gifts and then came back to eat mine? You're so cunning!"

Director Zhu chuckled: "Who told me to be the boss, and you to be the second-in-command..."

"Xiao Kun, the waiter position you mentioned last time should be settled in the next couple of days. Just wait a little while."

"Hey, Uncle Zhu, I'm not in a hurry."

Chang Kun didn't stay long at the state-run restaurant either, and they went out together.

Standing by the roadside, I thought for a moment. When I moved last time, Cheng Jie mentioned that I was about to be promoted. There were too many people talking at the time, so I didn't ask for details.

I'll just take a few large yellow croakers to visit him now.

I rode my bike and arrived at Gulou Police Station in three or four minutes. I was carrying three large yellow flowers in each hand. Of course, I couldn't treat my brother-in-law the same way I did the restaurant owner, Mr. Zhu.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

As soon as I entered the police station compound, I saw a group of old men gathered around the entrance to the station chief's office, talking about something.

Old Man Chang Dashan was sweating profusely as he tried to persuade him.