Rebirth of the Flying Era

But as soon as he heard about Section Chief Qian from Jiaodaokou, he knew what was going on. He also remembered that Section Chief Qian brought Du Fei here last time.

Because of the special nature of the Women's Federation, it is not uncommon for people like Section Chief Qian to bring juniors from their own families or acquaintances to come over and become familiar with them.

It was impossible for Director Zhang to remember everything clearly, but she still remembered it when she saw Du Fei.

On the one hand, the time apart is not too long, and on the other hand, Du Fei's height and appearance really make him stand out from the crowd.

Director Zhang smiled, walked out from behind the desk, took the document bag from Du Fei's hand, opened it and checked it.

Then while locking it in the filing cabinet, he said to Du Fei: "I remember that you are the nephew of Xiao Chen from the Municipal Bureau, right?"

Du Fei smiled and said, "Director Zhang, you have a good memory!"

Director Zhang turned around and complained: "Why is the director not the director? Why didn't you call me Aunt Zhang last time?"

Du Fei chuckled and immediately changed his tune.

Last time I came with Section Chief Qian, they were doing it to give Chief Qian face.

This time he came by himself, so of course he had to reconfirm Director Zhang's attitude to avoid getting too close and causing embarrassment to both parties.

"Sit down, why are you standing there?" Director Zhang pointed to the sofa next to him: "Wait for Auntie to pour you a cup of tea."

Du Fei said hurriedly: "Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

Director Zhang brought tea leaves, sat next to Du Fei, and while making tea, asked: "Is it twenty this year?"

"Nineteen years old." Du Fei replied.

"Ouch~Nineteen, I'm a bit young..." Director Zhang said to himself, and asked: "You haven't found anyone yet, right?"

Du Fei smiled and said, "It depends on how old I am."

Director Zhang said: "That's true, don't worry about waiting for two years. Hey~ it's better for you to be young!"

Du Fei continued: "Aunt Zhang, you don't look old at all! No one would believe you if you say you are less than forty."

Director Zhang suddenly beamed, but waved his hand and said, "No, I'm old!" He pushed the tea cup over.

Du Fei took a sip and said, "Hey? Aunt Zhang, your tea smells so good!"

Du Fei was not familiar with Director Zhang. If he wanted to chat without being awkward, he had to find a topic as soon as possible.

If you can't continue the conversation and leave hastily, not only will you not leave a good impression, but you will also appear to be empty and have nothing to talk about.

Du Fei's plan was to chat for at least twenty minutes before leaving, leaving some impression on Director Zhang so that he would be able to think of him next time he came back without having to identify him as Section Chief Qian and Chen Zhongyuan's nephew.

Director Zhang flashed a flash of pride: "This is the bamboo leaf green from Mount Emei. I brought it to my hometown last time."

"Are you from Sichuan?" Du Fei asked.

Director Zhang nodded and sighed: "I was only eighteen when I left home with the Red Army, about the same age as you, and it has been thirty years in a flash."

Du Fei nodded, a little uncomfortable answering.

Fortunately, Director Zhang only felt sentimental for a moment and then said with a smile: "This guy~ He always likes to think about the past as he gets older."

Du Fei said: "Are you homesick? You didn't go back to visit after you were liberated?"

Director Zhang said: "In the past few years, my wife came to work in Sichuan, but I went back to my hometown a few times." He shook his head: "There are not many people I met back then, and the only remaining relative is my seventh uncle, who disappeared the year before last. "

Du Fei regretted starting to talk about this, he couldn't handle it at all!

Let’s talk about my seventh uncle and grandpa.

Fortunately, this guy is thick-skinned. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately admitted his mistake: "Aunt Zhang, look at it, I don't know how to chat, and it will only remind you of sad things."

Instead, Director Zhang chuckled: "You kid, it's none of your business! Hey, me too, why are you telling you all this shit about sesame seeds and rotten millet!"

Du Fei secretly thought that this Aunt Zhang is from Sichuan, Sichuan...he had an idea and said: "Aunt Zhang, is it not easy for you to have a meal of hometown food in the capital?

Director Zhang is also a good person. When Du Fei mentioned this, he guessed a thing or two and nodded: "That's true. If you want to go to a restaurant in the capital, it's Shandong cuisine or a Muslim restaurant. You can cook it at home. , and lack of this and that. But those who have been traveling here and there these years have become accustomed to it, and they don’t have to pay so much attention to where they go and where they eat.”

A strange color flashed across Du Fei's eyes, and he said with a smile: "How about an old Red Army soldier like you? His ideological consciousness is very high."

Originally, Du Fei wanted to take the opportunity to lift the pillar and cook Sichuan cuisine for Director Zhang.

But after hearing the polite rejection in the other party's words, he stopped immediately.

After all, the relationship between the two parties has not reached that point yet, and rushing too much can easily cause resentment.

After a few more gossips and a cup of tea was almost finished, Du Fei took his leave.

It could be seen that Director Zhang had a pretty good impression of him and sent him out of the office before leaving.

Du Fei came out and went directly downstairs.

It was not easy for him to wander around the building without a legitimate reason.

When I returned to the subdistrict office, I had to deal with Section Chief Qian and then sat down at my desk.

Du Fei thought of Director Zhang again and couldn't help but think to himself: "He is from Sichuan. My lover worked in Sichuan a few years ago. Last year he came to Beijing and was still a deputy provincial governor. Could it be that... it was Zhu Zhu who knew that big leader? Could it be such a coincidence? "

Du Fei thought for a while, then shook his head slightly, wondering why he was so confused about this, he didn't care, and he wasn't pointing at him.

Du Fei silently adjusted his mentality, took out the little red book and started memorizing it from the first chapter.

Needless to say, compared to the full text of M's selection, the excerpts in the little red book are all the essence, which is quite interesting to look at and not boring to carry.

It wasn't until after get off work in the evening that Du Fei put away his little red book and rode his bicycle to Bai Laosi Yangtang.

From a distance, I saw a three-wheel span motorcycle parked outside the store door.

Du Fei knew that it was Jiang Donglai's new car.

When Du Fei got closer, he saw several cigarette butts thrown next to the sidecar motorcycle. Jiang Donglai should have been standing here waiting for him not long ago.

Just at this moment, Jiang Donglai, wearing a military coat, walked out of the alley next to the store.

There is a public toilet about 20 meters away. I guess they ran to drain it.

Seeing Du Fei, Jiang Donglai suddenly smiled and said, "Come on! Come up to the house quickly. I have prepared some good cereal for you today."

Du Fei laughed and parked his bicycle next to him: "What's so delicious? You even sold it to me."

While talking, the two of them lifted the cotton curtain and entered the store.

The business inside was pretty good, and the room was steaming with mutton soup sitting in a big pot.

Du Fei and Jiang Donglai went straight into the back room without stopping in front.

The table in the room was set, and a small aluminum pot sat on the stove as usual.

Jiang Donglai came in, threw off his military coat, brought the small aluminum pot on the stove to the table, and said with a smile: "This pot today is not for mutton!"

Du Fei also became interested and reached out to lift the lid of the pot.

There was a pot of meat stewed in bright red soup, but there was nothing special about it.

Jiang Donglai didn't try to sell it any further, and laughed loudly: "In the past two days, an old comrade from the Northeast came to Beijing on business and brought a whole deer. I divided it among several people, and I got a deer leg!"