Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

These days, every household is very careful with their money.

It's rare to hear of someone treating someone to a meal.

Mu Wenbin, for example, returned with honors after serving in the army for several years. In addition, his family was well-off. Even so, he only called the three old men in the courtyard and Fang Yuan.

But then I thought about it again.

While other residents in the courtyard might lack food and clothing, Xu Damao had married a capitalist's daughter early on and was never short of food or drink.

When Xu Damao saw that Fang Yuan had agreed, he immediately slapped his thigh and said happily, "Then it's settled. I'll go buy a bottle of good wine right now."

Without even asking Fang Yuan if he wanted a drink, he dashed out.

Actually, Xu Damao hadn't really planned to treat Fang Yuan to this meal, but after making inquiries at the Hongxing Steel Plant over the past few days, he had a very clear understanding of Fang Yuan's current status.

He was promoted to a permanent position after one week.

He was subsequently transferred to the Inspection Section as a section chief with real power.

That was a department directly under the main factory, and its power and status were probably so great that even the propaganda department leaders who managed their film projection team had to show it a lot of respect.

There are even rumors that Fang Yuan will become the secretary of Lin Xianghua, the third-in-command at the factory.

This gave Xu Damao, who was eager to make progress and wanted to experience the feeling of being superior to others in front of his father-in-law, an instant sense of opportunity.

That's why there was a second invitation to come to their door.

As Xu Damao turned out of the covered walkway, Fang Yuan also strolled back into his room.

He planned to go out in the afternoon to buy some goods at the department store.

Firstly, it wouldn't be appropriate to go to someone's house empty-handed for dinner and drinks in the evening; secondly, I really needed to buy some things myself, as we not only lacked food at home, but I also planned to buy a new set of pens and shirts.

The white shirt he was wearing was specially bought two years ago on the day he entered the beach. He had worn it very few times during his school days, and now that he was working, one set was obviously not enough.

There are always those who respect clothes before people in any era, and he didn't want to be delayed because he wasn't dressed formally if he had important business to attend to.

While waiting for the water to boil, Fang Yuan picked up the jasmine tea and put it into a teacup, then lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked it.

As steam rose from the kettle and the sound of bubbling filled the air, he quickly picked up the kettle and filled his teacup with water.

He filled the kettle, picked up a teacup, blew on the steam, and leisurely took a sip.

Sitting at his desk, Fang Yuan picked up his pen and sat upright for a while.

Once he was in the right mood, he took out the article he had written in Qinjiacun again and began to meticulously review and check it.

Good articles are all the result of revision.

Especially for articles written within the system, not a single word or phrase can be wrong, and certain vocabulary cannot be used carelessly. Therefore, Fang Yuan checked them very meticulously and with utmost seriousness.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Without even looking up, he habitually reached for his teacup, picked it up, took a sip, and then realized it was empty; he had drunk nothing at all.

He casually placed the teacup on his right and continued grading. He didn't get up to pour water, intending to finish grading in one go while he was in a good state of mind.

Regarding the "Pilot Program for the Implementation of Health and Medical Services in Hongxing Steel Plant," he made a point of consulting a lot of relevant materials and data in the library after returning to the steel plant, which shows that he put a lot of effort into it.

These days, in rural areas, most people just endure minor illnesses and delay treatment for serious ones. When all else fails, they resort to asking the gods for talisman water and praying to the heavens.

Medical resources are extremely scarce.

If this continues, it will no longer be a problem of urban-rural disparity, but rather a structural abandonment.

Therefore, he wanted to get a first edition of the Barefoot Doctor's Manual out ahead of schedule.

Especially in terms of health education, just three simple things like washing hands before meals, drinking boiled water, and seeing a doctor when sick can reduce many causes of illness.

Unfortunately, Lin Xianghua's current work responsibilities are not yet clear and will only be determined after Su Haixiong returns from Ansteel. If Lin Xianghua is able to take charge of the hospital in the future, that will be the best time for Fang Yuan to submit this proposal.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Another half hour passed. Fang Yuan put down his pen, looked at the end of the plan, and stretched contentedly.

Just as he was feeling parched and wanted to get some water, there was a knock at the door, followed by someone calling out, "Old Fang, it's me, Wenbin."

Fang Yuan hurriedly put down her pen, took a few steps to the door, opened it, and found Mu Wenbin standing at the door looking travel-worn, sweat beading on his forehead, and carrying two bottles of Beibingyang soda in his hand.

"Give me a soda, it's getting damn hot today."

As Mu Wenbin entered the house, he handed the Arctic Ocean soda in his hand to Fang Yuan. Then he picked up his own bottle, bit the cap hard with his teeth, and popped it open with a "hiss," gulping down several mouthfuls.

"Burp~" Mu Wenbin muttered to himself as he let out a comfortable burp, "Haven't had this in years, but this time it's got a lot more fizz."

"Didn't you notice that the bottle caps are different from before?" Fang Yuan said as he gently tapped the soda bottle against the edge of the table, then slapped it open with his right hand and took a big gulp.

"Hey, it really is!" Mu Wenbin picked up the bottle cap and looked it over, surprised. "What's going on?"

Fang Yuan replied, "It's all thanks to the Beijing Daily. Back in March, many people complained that seven out of ten bottles of this stuff were flat. After their newspaper reported on it, the soda factory immediately replaced the bottle caps."

He remembered this incident because the report was written by his brother-in-law, Cao Zhengyan.

Mu Wenbin made two "tsk tsk" sounds, then sighed, "If you ask me, I have to say that the newspaper company is really awesome."

Seeing this guy plop down opposite him, Fang Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Weren't you on duty last night? Why aren't you going home to catch up on sleep?"

Fang Yuan had specially arranged for Mu Wenbin to be on duty. Otherwise, according to the proper procedures, after Mu Wenbin reported them yesterday, he would not be able to continue following them. Fang Yuan was just trying to help him out by first arranging for him and Jiang Quan to keep an eye on Song Qinkuai, and then naturally involving him in the arrest, all so that he could also get a share of the spoils.

Upon hearing Fang Yuan's question, Mu Wenbin finally realized the purpose of his visit and immediately exclaimed, "Old Fang, don't even mention it! I haven't been able to sleep since this happened. I heard you attended the meeting last night too. I just wanted to ask if I'm going to get punished this time, buddy?"

"Do you really want to know?" Fang Yuan pretended to pat his belly, then looked up at the clock on the wall.

He woke up at 10 a.m., so he deliberately didn't make breakfast, planning to go out and eat more for lunch.

Seeing this, Mu Wenbin understood his meaning perfectly and quickly stood up, saying, "Come on, come on, I'll treat you to lunch. You can have a few drinks with me to calm your nerves."

Seeing that he was so cooperative, Fang Yuan naturally wouldn't spoil the mood.

This guy got half a month's salary after only two days of work. If we don't rip him off, who will?