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After cleaning up the remaining bloodstains at the scene, Zhou Bingkun calmly rode his bicycle home.

The next day, as previously agreed, Zhou Bingkun took Li Suhua and Zheng Juan to the rented house.

After seeing the house, Li Suhua first scolded Zhou Bingkun a few times, and then walked around the house with a happy expression.

Although this apartment is rented, it is indeed much better than the one in Guangzipian.

After looking at it, Li Suhua sighed softly, "If only this house belonged to our family!"

It's true that Li Suhua has feelings for the photo cards, but definitely not as deep as Zhou Zhigang's.

The house in Guangzipian was built brick by brick by Zhou Zhigang. In Zhou Zhigang's eyes, that house is his root.

For Li Suhua, that house was very important, but if she had a better house and a better environment, she would be willing to move out of the city.

Unfortunately, this house is only rented, not bought.

Hearing Li Suhua's remark, Zhou Bingkun made a mental note of it.

After viewing the house, Li Suhua returned to Guangzi District with a heavy heart, while Zhou Bingkun took Zheng Juan home.

On his way back from Zheng Juan's house, Zhou Bingkun encountered Gong Weize, the local police officer for the Guangzi area.

Although Gong Weize was a generation older than Zhou Bingkun and the others, he wasn't much older.

Therefore, people of Zhou Bingkun's generation all call him Uncle Gong.

Upon seeing Zhou Bingkun, Gong Wei asked with some curiosity, "Bingkun, you're now the most promising kid in our Guangzi district! I heard you're dating a girl from Taiping Hutong, and it seems you're getting married soon?"

"Yes, my girlfriend's name is Zheng Juan, and we plan to get married on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year," Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.

"That's great news! I'll definitely be there to support you!"

"Thank you very much, Uncle Gong."

"Of course, we're all from the same village. But are your dad and the others coming back for the New Year?"

"Since they're not coming back, we're not planning a big wedding. We'll just invite some close relatives and friends to witness it."

"That's such a pity. You're so successful now. Your dad would be so happy if he saw you like that! I remember you used to get a lot of scoldings from him when you were little, unlike your brother and sister. By the way, how are your brother and sister doing these days?"

"Everything is fine," Zhou Bingkun replied politely.

He still cared about Zhou Bingyi to some extent.

But he couldn't be bothered with Zhou Rong.

In future videos, even Zhou Bingyi's wife, Hao Dongmei, makes greater contributions to the Zhou family than Zhou Rong.

Speaking of Hao Dongmei, Zhou Bingkun had subtly mentioned her in a previous letter to Zhou Bingyi, telling him to pay more attention to her, as it was cold in winter and he should be careful in his actions.

That's all he could do.

They couldn't just tell Zhou Bingyi that Hao Dongmei would fall into the well, causing health problems and making her unable to have children!

Zhou Bingkun didn't want to become a monster in other people's eyes and then be tied to an operating table for dissection and research.

Whether Hao Dongmei can escape this calamity depends on her fate.

Anyway, he has done all he could.

After chatting with Gong Weize for a few minutes, Zhou Bingkun was about to go back when Gong Weize suddenly stopped him: "Bingkun."

Zhou Bingkun looked at Gong Weize with a puzzled expression. The other man's conflicted look made him very confused: "Uncle Gong, is something wrong? Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll definitely help if I can."

In Zhou Bingkun's view, Gong Wei is definitely a responsible police officer who is very enthusiastic about the people in his community.

Therefore, Zhou Bingkun would not mind helping if he could.

Gong Wei hesitated for a moment, but finally revealed his purpose: "It's Gong Bin."

"What happened to Gong Bin?" Zhou Bingkun asked, somewhat puzzled.

Gong Bin is Gong Weize's nephew and has lived with Gong Weize since he was very young.

Gong Bin was a few years younger than Zhou Bingkun. Because he witnessed his father's death at a young age, he suffered a mental breakdown and became a mental patient.

Gong Wei said somewhat embarrassedly, "Gong Bin is of working age, but I have limited abilities and can't find him a suitable job, so I would like to ask you for help."

Although Gong Weize felt ashamed to be asking Zhou Bingkun, a junior, for help now.

Even though it would be embarrassing for him, he still had to speak up for his nephew.

"You want me to help you find a job for Gong Bin?" Zhou Bingkun looked surprised, then frowned and said, "Uncle Gong, it's not that I'm unwilling to help, but my abilities are limited, and I really can't find a good job for Gong Bin! If it's a temporary job, I can ask someone to help me find one, but I think you probably wouldn't be interested in a temporary job, Uncle Gong, right?"

Gong Weize, of course, looked down on temporary workers.

This idea inherently places temporary workers at a disadvantage compared to permanent employees.

Given a choice, no one would choose to work as a temporary worker.

Gong Wei gritted his teeth and said to Zhou Bingkun, "Bingkun, I heard that you are doing very well at Liaoning Provincial Publishing House and are now a leader. You must know a lot of people. If you can help me solve Gong Bin's job problem, I will never refuse to help you with anything in the future."

Although he was just a local police officer, Gong Wei still wielded some power.

He believed that he could help Zhou Bingkun in some way.

Hearing Gong Weize's words, Zhou Bingkun sighed and said, "Uncle Gong, it's not that I'm unwilling to help, I'm really powerless! If I had such great abilities, I would have found a job for my girlfriend Zheng Juan long ago. Why make her go out to set up a stall in the wind and rain every day? Don't you think that makes sense?"

Chapter 135, Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng's Unequal Feelings! (Please Subscribe!)

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Gong Wei's face.

However, he also knew that what Zhou Bingkun said made sense.

Then he tentatively asked, "Bingkun, I heard you know Qu Shuji from the soy sauce factory?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bingkun immediately understood Gong Weize's purpose.

All that talk before was just a setup for this one sentence!

Zhou Bingkun looked at Gong Weize seriously and said, "Uncle Gong, I do know Qu Shuji from the soy sauce factory, but Qu Shuji is a very upright person. If you want me to ask Qu Shuji for help, I think it's best not to have that idea! Otherwise, if there was still some hope, going to Qu Shuji would mean there's no hope at all."

"Is Qu Shuji really that impartial and incorruptible?" Gong Wei was somewhat skeptical.

Zhou Bingkun said with a wry smile, "It's true! You'll know what kind of person Qu Shuji is just by asking around at the soy sauce factory. I can only say that you can talk to anyone, but don't even think about going down the Qu Shuji route."

Gong Wei's expression was quite unpleasant, but he quickly returned to normal.

If one plan doesn't work, then try another: "Since that's the case, then forget it. Bingkun, I heard you have a good relationship with Cai Xiaoguang?"

Zhou Bingkun's lips twitched. This Gong Weize really wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal!

When things didn't work out with Qu Shuji, they started targeting Cai Xiaoguang.

As for his purpose in mentioning Cai Xiaoguang, Zhou Bingkun was perfectly clear about it.

Cai Xiaoguang is nothing compared to his father.

Now, Cai Xiaoguang's father has been reinstated and serves as the head of the provincial Department of Commerce, wielding terrifying power.

Cai Xiaoguang was able to become the office director of a unit like a tractor factory in his early twenties, and that was not solely due to his abilities.

When Gong Wei mentioned Cai Xiaoguang, it was naturally because of Cai Xiaoguang's father.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Bingkun said, "Uncle Gong, if you want to get to know Cai Xiaoguang through me, I can help you! But whether he's willing to help you or not, I can't say."

Upon hearing that Zhou Bingkun was willing to act as an introducer, Gong Wei was overjoyed: "That's wonderful, Bingkun, thank you so much!"

“Uncle Gong, it might be a bit troublesome to ask Cai Xiaoguang for help directly!” Zhou Bingkun said after thinking for a moment. “How about this, I’ll invite Cai Xiaoguang to my house for my wedding on the sixth day of the lunar new year, and I’ll introduce you to him then.”

Gong Wei held Zhou Bingkun's hand tightly, his face full of gratitude: "Thank you, Bingkun. No matter what trouble you encounter in the future, just come to me. As long as I can help, I will definitely not refuse."

"No need to be so polite, Uncle Gong. It's getting late, so I'll head back now."

"Go on, hurry back, don't let your mother worry."

Over the next few days, Zhou Bingkun pondered who he should invite to his wedding.

Although we don't plan to have a big celebration, there are still some people we need to invite.

He will definitely invite his colleagues and superiors at the publishing house; whether they come or not is up to them.

I'll definitely invite Ma Shouchang and his wife too, since I have a good relationship with them now;

And then there are my good friends like Sun Ganchao...

Meanwhile, in your province.

Zhou Zhigang has been staying with his daughter for a few days. Not long ago, he sent a telegram to his wife and children back home, saying that he would not be going back for the New Year and would spend it with his daughter and son-in-law.

That evening, Zhou Zhigang was having dinner with his daughter and son-in-law, and the three of them were chatting happily.

Actually, Zhou Zhigang hasn't been comfortable staying here these past few days because the conditions at Zhou Rong's place are very poor.

He couldn't possibly squeeze in with his daughter and son-in-law, so he slept alone on a makeshift bed made of benches.

He's been sleeping so much these past few days that his back and waist are aching.

However, although Zhou Zhigang was physically uncomfortable, he was very satisfied mentally.

"Dad, you're not coming home for the New Year. Mom and Bingkun are probably going to complain about me." Zhou Rong said to Zhou Zhigang with a smile.

Zhou Zhigang also laughed and said, "Your mother definitely won't, but that brat Bingkun might! That kid's a real troublemaker."

“Bingkun is indeed quite a scoundrel, but isn’t he working at the Liaoning Provincial Publishing House now?” Zhou Rong looked at Zhou Zhigang with some curiosity. “Dad, I only know that he works at the publishing house, but I don’t know how he got in!”

Zhou Bingyi had written her a letter before, mentioning this matter.

When Zhou Zhigang came a few days ago, he also mentioned this matter.

But she doesn't know the specific reason yet.

Feng Huacheng was equally curious: "Dad, I heard Zhou Rong mention her younger brother Bingkun. Didn't she say he didn't even graduate from junior high school? Liaoning Provincial Publishing House is the best publishing house in Liaoning Province. How did he get in as an editor?"

He learned about Zhou Bingkun's situation from Zhou Rong, so he felt somewhat resentful.

He, a famous poet from Beijing, has ended up here undergoing reform.

On the contrary, Zhou Bingkun, who didn't even graduate from junior high school and had little education, was able to become an editor at the best publishing house in Liaoning Province.

The difference is too huge!

Zhou Zhigang laughed and said, "Rong'er, don't think you guys find it strange. Even I, as his father, find it unbelievable! Bingkun's level of education is simply not enough to work in a publishing house, let alone be a content editor."

"Right, Dad, you think so too, right?" Feng Huacheng felt resentful, and so did Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong was a top student, while her younger brother Zhou Bingkun was far less educated than her.

Not to mention compared to her husband, Feng Huacheng.

Now that her younger brother Zhou Bingkun is doing better than them, she feels somewhat unbalanced.

Zhou Zhigang did not refute Zhou Rong's words: "Bingkun's letter said that he was able to get into the publishing house because he knew an editor-in-chief who admired him and therefore recruited him as an editor. As for why that person admired him, Bingkun did not say in his letter."

“Bingkun said in his letter that he not only worked at the publishing house, but also published articles and poems in magazines.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Rong couldn't help but burst into laughter.

However, the laughter was full of sarcasm: "Dad, don't kid me! With Bingkun's grades, what does he know about poetry? What does he know about good writing? If he could write poetry, pigs would fly."

Zhou Zhigang glared at Zhou Rong: "How dare you talk about your brother like that? No matter how useless he is, he's still your own brother."

Although he was scolding his daughter, his thoughts were actually similar to Zhou Rong's.

He also felt that his youngest son was not cut out to be a scholar, let alone write poetry or articles.

"Oh, by the way, your brother also sent me a few magazines. He said his poems are in them. Let me show them to you."

After saying that, Zhou Zhigang rummaged through his bag for a while, then took two magazines and returned to the table.

Zhou Zhigang said to Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng, "Rong'er, Huacheng, Bingkun said his poem is on the list. I don't understand poetry, so can you two help me take a look and tell me what I think of it?"

These two magazines were indeed sent by Zhou Bingkun to Zhou Zhigang, but it was not Zhou Bingkun's intention.

Instead, Li Suhua insisted that he send it over, saying it would make Zhou Zhigang happy.

Zhou Bingkun couldn't dissuade Li Suhua, so he had no choice but to comply.

Chapter 136, New Year, Sending Invitations! (Wishing all readers a Happy New Year!)

Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng both looked at the magazine that Zhou Zhigang had taken out; both of them had a great passion for poetry.

Feng Huacheng became famous for writing poetry; his greatest skill was poetry.