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Shao Jingwen waved his hand: "I didn't help much. You got this opportunity because you're so outstanding. Our magazine might need you in the future!"

"Teacher Shao, you flatter me too much! I'm not as outstanding as you say, I'm just an ordinary person," Zhou Bingkun said modestly.

"Haha, you're no ordinary person! Everyone in our society praised the poems you wrote."

Li Suhua listened to their conversation from the side. Although she didn't understand much, she could still tell that they were discussing Zhou Bingkun's work.

Shao Jingwen did not stay at the Zhou family's house for long. He told Zhou Bingkun the time to report for duty, gave him a slip of paper, and then got up and left.

This note is Zhou Bingkun's receipt for going to work at the publishing house.

With this, he can go and report to the publishing house.

Watching Zhou Bingkun see Shao Jingwen off and return to the house, Li Suhua, somewhat incredulous, pulled Zhou Bingkun aside and asked, "Kun'er, did Mom hear that right? Were you talking about your job?"

"Mom, you heard me right, I found a job! I'm going to be an editor for the magazine 'Red Gear' at Liaoning Provincial Publishing House," Zhou Bingkun said to Li Suhua with a smile.

Li Suhua asked with some confusion, "A job at a publishing house! But you haven't been assigned a job yet, so why are you already going to work at a publishing house?"

She never even imagined that her youngest son, who hadn't even graduated from junior high school, would go and work at a publishing house.

“Because we come from a working-class family and have urban household registration, the neighborhood committee assigned us jobs,” Zhou Bingkun explained to Li Suhua. “However, the jobs assigned by the neighborhood committee are either in factories or other positions. I don’t really like those positions, so I thought of a way to find one myself some time ago.”

"Professor Shao is the editor-in-chief of the publishing house. He appreciates my talent, which is why he helped me get a job at the publishing house!"

"Mom, now you don't have to worry about my job anymore. Being an editor at a publishing house is definitely much easier than being a factory worker."

Li Suhua said happily, "That's for sure! A publishing house, that's a place where cultured people gather! Kun'er, you're really my little darling, you actually have the ability to work at a publishing house."

"I'm your son, of course I have to be capable!" Zhou Bingkun held Li Suhua's hand. "Mom, I'll earn money to buy you good food and new clothes, and find you a filial daughter-in-law. Just wait and enjoy your life!"

Li Suhua waved her hand: "Mom is already so old, why should I enjoy life? As long as you can work hard, Mom will be happy."

Despite saying that, Li Suhua still smiled very happily.

Then Li Suhua looked at Zhou Bingkun with some concern and asked, "Kun'er, you're going to work at the publishing house, right? You'll have a permanent position, won't you?"

“Of course! Who would go if there were no official positions?” Zhou Bingkun patted Li Suhua’s hand and said, “Mom, you can rest assured! Your youngest son has grown up and can distinguish right from wrong.”

"Yes, that's good, that's good!"

Li Suhua wasn't very educated and couldn't come up with any fancy phrases to express her excitement; she could only repeatedly say "good."

After being happy for a while, Li Suhua couldn't wait to say, "Kun'er, quickly write a letter to your dad and tell him this good news! Your dad will be overjoyed if he knows you've gone to work at the publishing house."

“If it were my brother or sister working at the publishing house, he would be overjoyed!” Zhou Bingkun said with a smirk. “As for me, he would definitely think I wouldn’t do a good job. He would be more worried than happy.”

"Nonsense!" Li Suhua smacked Zhou Bingkun. "Your dad isn't like that at all. It's just that you were too immature before, always fooling around."

Zhou Bingkun did not refute, but he was somewhat unconvinced.

Of the three children in the Zhou family, he was the least favored.

It wasn't just because of poor academic performance, but more so because of my personality.

As the eldest son, Zhou Bingyi was sensible and obedient.

As the only daughter, Zhou Rong was skilled at acting cute and charming, and knew how to please Zhou Zhigang.

Zhou Bingkun's personality is very similar to Zhou Zhigang's; he is stubborn, especially stubborn.

People with similar personalities often find it difficult to get along.

The same applies to the relationship between fathers and sons.

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Chapter 59, Returning Home in Wealth and Glory is Like Wearing Brocade at Night! (New book launch, please subscribe!)

Zhou Bingkun looked at Li Suhua and asked, "Mom, can we get a bicycle voucher? The publishing house is a bit far from our home, and walking there to and from get off work is too slow. I'd like to get a bicycle."

Bicycles were a big-ticket item in those days.

Not only are they expensive, but you also need a bicycle ticket to buy them.

Previously, only Zhou Zhigang worked in the Zhou family, while Li Suhua only helped out at the neighborhood committee. The family didn't actually have much savings.

“Kun’er, you’re right. How can you go to work at the publishing house without a bicycle?” Li Suhua said without hesitation. “We don’t have a bicycle ticket at home, but Mom knows a lot of people at the neighborhood office. I’ll go see tomorrow if I can apply for one or ask someone to help me get one.”

Unlike Zhou Bingkun, who was concerned about the convenience of commuting to and from get off work, Li Suhua was concerned about saving face.

Their generation is used to walking, so it doesn't matter whether they have a bicycle or not.

But it's different for sons!

My youngest son is about to start working at a publishing house, which is a very respectable job.

Looking across the entire Guangzi district, which family has a better job than her youngest son?

No!

not a single one!

It's a real status symbol for the descendants of workers to take on jobs in the cultural field.

Such a good job deserves a bicycle; it makes the job look more respectable.

Then Li Suhua looked at Zhou Bingkun's clothes and said, "We still have cloth coupons at home. I'll see if we can get you a new outfit in time. The publishing house is different from the factory; I don't know if they'll issue you work uniforms."

"I'm really not sure about that. But I think it doesn't matter what you wear; the most important thing in work is ability," Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.

"Alright, Mom understands. You go about your business and focus on your work from now on. Mom can manage the housework all by herself."

Zhou Bingkun knew very well that Li Suhua's previous favoritism towards her older brother and sister was, to some extent, influenced by Zhou Zhigang.

Zhou Zhigang felt that his older brother and sister were successful, while he himself was not.

Therefore, in comparison, he naturally doesn't value himself much.

Zhou Zhigang's favoritism is actually very obvious.

In the future video, his elder brother's father-in-law's family looked down on him so much that, after twenty years of marriage, the two families had never met once.

But he was only dissatisfied in his heart and did not show it more.

Needless to say, her older sister abandoned her family for a man more than ten years her senior, even uttering heartless and cruel words like severing ties.

Instead, Zhou Zhigang traveled a long distance to reconcile with his sister.

Hearing the words "severing ties" only elicited a smile and a dismissive response.

And look at how he treats himself?

He had only mentioned Zheng Juan briefly when he was kicked to the ground and hurled insults at him.

Why can he hold back when facing his older brother and sister, but can't hold back when facing himself?

It boils down to two words: favoritism!

Although she didn't resent Zhou Zhigang, she knew that even if she found a good job, his views wouldn't change!

The next day, Li Suhua went out after breakfast and didn't return until noon.

As soon as she entered, Li Suhua happily pulled out a ticket and said to Zhou Bingkun, "Kun'er, look what Mom brought you!"

Before Zhou Bingkun could speak, Li Suhua excitedly blurted out the answer: "Bicycle ticket! Look, Mom got you a bicycle ticket! With this ticket, you can go buy a bicycle, aren't you happy?"

Zhou Bingkun was naturally willing to play along with his mother: "Wow, Mom, you're amazing! How did you get this bicycle ticket? I heard it's really hard to get."

“Your mom is an active member of the neighborhood committee, getting a bicycle ticket is a piece of cake for me,” Li Suhua said smugly.

In reality, the origin of this bicycle ticket is not as simple as she described.

To get this bicycle ticket, she had to take out some of her family's grain coupons and cloth coupons and exchange them with someone else.

If you really think about it, it's actually a bit of a loss.

However, for the sake of her youngest son's dignity, Li Suhua gritted her teeth and accepted it!

"Keep the bicycle ticket safe, and take this money too. We'll go buy a bicycle later, and you can ride it to work tomorrow."

When Zhou Bingkun saw Li Suhua pull out a handful of small bills, he couldn't help but ask, "Mom, isn't this the living expenses Dad left for you? Why did you give it all to me?"

“I’ve saved some money. I heard bicycles cost over a hundred yuan. We work at a publishing house, so we can’t afford cheap ones; we have to buy brand-name ones,” Li Suhua said to Zhou Bingkun. “Don’t worry about living expenses; your dad will send them back regularly. Besides, you’re going to start working soon, so you’ll have a salary soon. There are only two of us in our family now, so we don’t need much food.”

Hearing Li Suhua's words, Zhou Bingkun couldn't help but laugh and say, "Mom, I didn't realize you were so vain!"

“You got a job at the publishing house, that’s something to be proud of!” Li Suhua rolled her eyes at Zhou Bingkun. “Among the kids in our Guangzi Pian family, who has a better job than you? My son has made something of himself, of course I, as his mother, am happy.”

Zhou Bingkun looked at Li Suhua with some helplessness: "Whatever makes you happy."

After lunch, Zhou Bingkun took Li Suhua to the Friendship Store to buy a bicycle.

When they arrived at the store, Zhou Bingkun's idea was that they could just buy any car.

But Li Suhua insisted on buying a good one, so in the end she bought a Forever brand bicycle, which cost more than 140 yuan.

In this day and age, that's a lot of money.

Zhou Bingkun rode his bicycle with her on the back, all the way back to Guangzipian.

Sitting in the car, Li Suhua was even happier than Zhou Bingkun.

"Kun'er, stop, stop!" Li Suhua called out to Zhou Bingkun as they approached the Guangzi sign.

Zhou Bingkun braked and stopped, looking at Li Suhua with some confusion: "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Get off, let's walk back!" Li Suhua got off her bicycle.

Zhou Bingkun looked completely bewildered: "Walk back?"

Why walk back when you have a bicycle?

However, he soon found out the reason.

"Sis, is this a newly bought bicycle? And is it a Forever brand?"

"Yes, our Kun'er found a job, so I was thinking of buying him a bicycle. He can't walk to and from get off work every day!"

"Oh, I remember Bingkun is only seventeen this year, and he's already been assigned a job?"

"No, our Kun'er didn't bother the neighborhood leaders. It wasn't an assigned job. It was the publishing house, yes, the Liaoning Provincial Publishing House, that discovered our Kun'er's ability to be an editor, so they hired him to work at the publishing house."

"Publishing houses? Those are great state-owned enterprises! But what do editors do? Are they tenured?"

"Of course there are official positions. Editing is the job of writing articles and poems."

"Oh my, that's incredible! He's a cultured person! Sister, you're so lucky! Your eldest son and daughter are so sensible, and now Bingkun has found a good job. You're just waiting to enjoy life!"

"It's all thanks to the child's own hard work. As a mother, I'm uneducated and can't teach him anything."

"Bingkun's mom, you just bought a bicycle? Oh my god, it's so beautiful!"

"It's alright, Kun'er rides it to and from get off work."

"Hey, Bingkun's at work too!"

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, the children have all grown up. My son Kun'er works at a publishing house."

“Publishing house, that’s a good place. I’ve known since I was a child that Bingkun is different from us rough guys. Look at his appearance, you can tell he’s cultured.”

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Along the way, whenever someone struck up a conversation, Li Suhua would stop and chat with them for a while.

Zhou Bingkun smiled obsequiously the whole time, his facial muscles visibly stiff from smiling.

Now he finally understood why Li Suhua insisted on getting off the bus and walking home after arriving at the Guangzi area.

So you're just showing off!

It took almost an hour to walk a short distance.

Just as I was about to get home, I ran into an acquaintance.

“Bingkun’s mother.”

"Hey sis, what a coincidence!"

Zhou Bingkun recognized both of the two people walking towards him.

One was Aunt Qiao, their neighbor, and the other was Aunt Qiao's daughter, Qiao Chunyan.

Upon seeing Zhou Bingkun, Qiao Chunyan greeted him warmly, saying, "Brother Bingkun."

Zhou Bingkun replied indifferently, "Spring Swallow."