Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

As Huang Xiang finished speaking, Fang Yuan shook his head and walked downstairs.

Although he was very interested in the contents of the diary, it didn't warrant him eavesdropping by the wall.

Go down from the fifth floor to the fourth floor.

Just past the corner of the stairs, I saw Li Jianye standing at the entrance of the factory office, looking up and peering around.

Their eager anticipation is truly amusing.

Fang Yuan quickened his pace to the fourth floor and said, "Director Li, why aren't you home yet, it's so late?"

"Since Secretary Lin is here, how could I not come?" Li Jianye was genuinely surprised to see Fang Yuan coming downstairs. He had arrived shortly after Lin Xianghua, and when he received the call from the staff on duty, he rushed over from home in a hurry.

His sources only told him that the Supervision Department was going to have a major operation tonight. Combined with Lin Xianghua's meeting overnight, he had a feeling that this was no small matter. This was especially true when he saw armed guards standing at the entrance of the interrogation room in the building behind him, which further confirmed his suspicions.

"Xiao Fang, did you just come out of the conference room upstairs?" Li Jianye said as he pulled Fang Yuan into the office of the Second Comprehensive Section, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to him.

"I'm sorry, Director Li, the results aren't out yet; they're still confidential." Fang Yuan took the cigarette, lit it for Li Jianye with a match, took a puff, and then said, "But you should know everything after the meeting."

Upon hearing this, Li Jianye quickly waved his hand and said, "Hey, Xiao Fang, you misunderstood me. I know the proper etiquette. I'm here to provide good service to the leaders. Is there anything missing in the meeting room?"

Fang Yuan clearly understood that the words "meeting room" represented Lin Xianghua himself.

It seems Li Jianye is going to great lengths to curry favor with Lin Xianghua.

At this hour, knowing full well that they are not qualified to attend, they still insist on coming over to curry favor.

The saying goes, "Chickens don't pee, everyone has their own way of doing it."

The workplace is full of all kinds of people: those with strong business skills, those with powerful connections, and those who flatter...

In Fang Yuan's eyes, these people are all talented individuals, and if used properly, they can exert their unique abilities.

Fang Yuan discovered that Li Jianye was undoubtedly the best at managing relationships in the entire factory office. Although his professional skills were average, he was very good at understanding the thoughts of the leaders.

Such people should never be underestimated.

Thinking back to his first day in the Supervision Department, when Li Jianye came to support him, Fang Yuan decided to help if he could, now that Li Jianye was asking him questions. As for whether Lin Xianghua accepted his kindness, that was none of his business.

"Director Li, the meeting room has everything you need, including hot water. However, this meeting might take a while, so would you like to prepare some food?"

Faced with Fang Yuan's suggestion, Li Jianye's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes, the leaders are still working so hard for our Hongxing Steel Plant so late at night, we should prepare some good food for them."

Fang Yuan chimed in, reminding him, "Secretary Lin's stomach isn't very good; he prefers noodles, the kind that's eaten in the original broth."

These days, noodles with soybean paste and cold noodles are the most common dishes in Beijing. He was afraid that Li Jianye would make a mistake, so he specifically asked for soup noodles.

He discovered he had stomach problems that night at the newspaper's guesthouse.

Through observation, he discovered that Lin Xianghua had a habit of writing articles at night, and there was a bowl of pastries on the table. So the next day, he specifically asked Gao Yifan about it and learned about this situation.

"Xiao Fang, thanks for reminding me, I'll go arrange it right away." Li Jianye was very happy. In this way, whether Lin Xianghua ate noodles or not, his feelings had been expressed.

After cheerfully seeing Fang Yuan off, Li Jianye hurriedly returned to his office and, without saying a word, picked up the phone and called the logistics duty room.

Although it's already past midnight, steel mills and coking plants have staff on duty 24 hours a day, so making a few bowls of noodles shouldn't be a problem.

The call was answered quickly.

Li Jianye spoke seriously and solemnly, "Hey, this is Li Jianye from the General Affairs Department. I have a difficult task for you..."

.......

Thanks to Sun Daxing's arrangements, Fang Yuan no longer needed to stay behind to guard Song Qinkuai and the others.

Therefore, he didn't waste any more time. He went back to his office, packed his things quickly, slung his bag over his shoulder, went downstairs, got on his bicycle, and left the Hongxing Steel Plant.

By the time he rode back to the tenement at breakneck speed, it was already late at night.

In order not to disturb his neighbors, he deliberately walked quietly with his bicycle to his front door.

After transmigrating, in addition to having a photographic memory, Fang Yuan discovered that his physical fitness was also getting better and better. He could ride for such a long distance and carry an 80-pound 28-inch bar without even panting.

After taking a quick cold shower, he lay down on the bed and started snoring within minutes.

After a long day, I wasn't physically tired, but I was mentally exhausted.

When I woke up the next day, the clock on the wall had already struck ten.

Fang Yuan rubbed his face vigorously to wake himself up, then got out of bed, got dressed, boiled a kettle of water, and made sure the firewood wouldn't go out before going out to the pond in the yard to wash up.

Today is Sunday the 30th, which is also the last day of June.

Many residents in the courtyard took advantage of the rare break to wash their quilts or wipe down their cabinets. In short, there were adults doing all sorts of chores.

The children, on the other hand, are keen on playing billiards.

Ever since Rong, a senior figure, single-handedly won the first world championship trophy for the People's Republic of China at the 25th World Table Tennis Championships in 59, table tennis has undoubtedly been the number one sport in Beijing.

Several men around Liu Guangfu's age were gathered around the washbasin in the courtyard. A row of bricks was used as a net in the middle of the counter, and they were happily hitting each other with homemade wooden paddles.

These days, if a kid owns a rubber racket, he's the coolest kid around, the undisputed king of the pack.

Seeing Qin Huairu's son, Banggeng'er, stubbornly refusing to leave the stage after losing the game, Fang Yuan went up and kicked the boy in the butt: "A real man should be willing to admit defeat. If you lose this time, you can win next time."

Bang Geng'er turned around, about to curse, but upon seeing it was Fang Yuan, he immediately dared not act rashly.

His mother had repeatedly warned him that there were people in the area who should not be offended in this courtyard.

With no other option, Banggeng stretched his neck and spat out three words: "Mind your own business." After saying that, he threw down his racket and ran towards the Central Court without looking back.

I wonder who he takes after in terms of personality.

Taking advantage of a brief lull in the tap water, Fang Yuan quickly went over to get water to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"

Just as he finished wiping his face with a towel and turned to go back, Xu Damao was standing straight behind him, his long "horse face" full of laughter, and his thick, black mustache had taken shape, trembling as he raised his mouth.

"Hey, don't worry about forgetting, we agreed that you'd come to my house for chicken today, Sunday."

Faced with Xu Damao's invitation again, Fang Yuan casually draped a towel over his shoulder and replied, "I won't forget, I'll be there tonight."

He didn't expect Xu Damao to be serious; at first, he thought the dinner invitation was just a polite formality.