1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 99 The Lock Was Picked
"Hey."

"Hey."

At No. 15 Hufang Road, Jiang Xian and his father carried several large sacks of cabbage to the third floor.

The house was only about 60 square meters, and his sister Jiang Ke visited each room as if she was walking around a shopping mall.

Seeing Jiang Xian enter the room, he went over and started to kiss him, "Brother, can I use this room as my bedroom~~~"

"Okay, okay, okay."

"I think this location is good. To the south is Taoranting, to the east is the Temple of Heaven, and to the north is a hospital." Rao Yuemei shared her survey results.

"Mom, wasn't our home only a few steps away from these places before? Shangmuxidi and Shangxi Sanlihe were even closer."

"Why would I go to Sanlihe? There are ministers' buildings there."

There are many ministerial buildings in Sanlihe, also called "ministerial buildings". They are all high-end buildings and only people with very high standards can live in them. The high-end building in Nanshagou, Sanlihe is currently occupied by Qian Zhongshu and his wife, as well as the painter Huang Yongyu.

"Where should we put the TV?" his father asked as he worked hard.

"There." His mother kept directing, "Move it straight, move it straight."

"Okay, Mom." Jiang Xian carried up their precious gas tank and said, "Go and cook. We'll celebrate our move to our new home at noon today."

"You're moving to a new house." His mother was happy. "It's just a rented house. It's not really ours."

"That's right. That's right."

"What do you mean by 'this is it'?"

"This is a very profound question. It's like saying, "Why don't you cook?"

"I'd still like to do it."

There is a rule for moving into a new house. When you enter the house for the first time, you must hold something in your hand, whether it is food, quilt, jewelry, or anything else. It is considered a good omen.

For lunch, we had dumplings stuffed with leeks and pork, seasoned with sesame oil, and a plate of mustard dumplings.

Friends in the south may not know what mustard dumplings are. They are made of Chinese cabbage that is blanched in boiling water, mixed with mustard powder and marinated for a while. Then you put a bite in your mouth.

Oh, authentic!

Very refreshing.

"I also read the novel you wrote, 'Furong Town'. How did you come up with it? It made me angry." Rao Yuemei covered her chest, "The character in it is so hateful."

"I met him in western Hunan." Jiang Xian slurped and ate four taels of dumplings dryly.

His father was even more aggressive. He ate as much as he wanted and finishing a pound was no problem.

"Our life is like a dream." Rao Yuemei's face was full of happiness. "My memory is still stuck on the time when we ate double-steamed rice."

Double-steamed rice is a patent of a certain university. After the rice is steamed, the lid is closed tightly to prevent air from entering the rice, and the heat is increased to allow the steam to brew the rice. In this way, the rice will be much taller than usual after being steamed. It is a self-deceiving trick.

"I remember that you had just started writing novels at this time last year. It's only been a year, and we have everything we need in our family."

"Brother, there are classmates in our school who read your novel, the one about Huo Yuanjia." Jiang Ke nibbled the book in small bites.

"Come on, cheers." His father raised his head and raised his glass in a heroic manner.

"As expected of my son, he is so capable!"

"As expected of my father, he's so good at talking!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The whole family was having a great time, and Jiang Xian was also happy. He swallowed the glass of wine in one gulp, and his stomach felt warm.

This day is comfortable.

After the National Congress of Writers and Artists ended, Jiang Xian returned to the Beijing Film Studio.

"Hey, Writer Jiang!" Ge You was very excited when he saw him: "You're finally back! Something happened!"

"What happened?"

"A few of your grandsons pried open the lock of your room while you were away and ate noodles in your room. I went to look for you that day, pushed the door open, and didn't see you. But when I saw this group of people in the room, I chased them all away!" Ge You patted his chest and boasted.

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Jiang Xian also knew what kind of person he was. "Can you chase him away? It's good enough that you don't get beaten up. I'll give you a chance to talk again."

"You are really smart." Ge You touched his head. "It was the comrades in the guesthouse who found out and called the security department, but they chased them away."

"These grandsons are really good at jumping."

Silence will only make them worse.

Jiang Xian was not too surprised because he had heard much more outrageous things.

At that time, there was a little actress in the Beijing Film Studio named Gailili, who was bullied terribly.

She was filming "Golden Mandarin Ducks". After the filming, the photographer came to her dormitory to harass her, but failed. In this way, she offended the photographer. She was the main character, but the photographer would not give her the camera during the filming.

When she went to another place to film a movie, a female actress named Cai pried open her door, openly robbed her house as a wedding house, and threw all her things out.

Gailili came back, heartbroken and aggrieved, and lived with another colleague, where she only had one bed and would be scolded if she stretched her legs out.

Later, she worked hard to be admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy, and finally left the Beijing Film Studio and severed ties with the Beijing Film Actors Troupe.

People just like to take advantage of the weak ones. That's human nature, so you have to stand up no matter where you go.

Jiang Xian strolled back to the house, turned around, went downstairs, and went to the security department.

At present, minor matters are handled by the Security Department, and the police are only called in for major cases.

"Comrade, I heard that the lock of my room was picked."

The comrade from the Security Department looked at him and said, "Oh, it was two days ago. The group drank too much, and the comrades from the guesthouse tried to stop them, but failed. However, we went there not long after that. Don't worry, nothing was stolen. We searched their bodies, and they were cleaner than their faces."

"Then how do we solve this problem?"

"Hey, these people are on secondment. They just drank too much. Let's make a big deal out of a small matter." The comrade from the Security Department waved his hand.

Jiang Xian didn't get angry and continued to argue with reason. In this matter, he was the one who was right.

"Comrade, this is it. I am the victim. If this matter needs to be settled privately, it must be settled between me and them privately. I have to agree to it. Don't you agree?"

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The comrade from the Security Department was obviously annoyed with him. "Comrade, we have already solved this matter and have conducted criticism and education. Why are you still holding on to it? Nothing was lost."

"Okay, if that's your attitude, I'll tell you now that I lost a thousand dollars."

"What does your lost money have to do with them? We searched you and didn't steal your money."

"What can your body search prove?" Jiang Xian asked, "What if they ate? They drank too much, so what's wrong with eating a few bills?"

"Is this possible?" The man knocked on the table. "Please don't escalate the situation, okay?"

"I'm exaggerating? I want to solve it, but you won't let me!" Jiang Xian slammed the table.

The man took a deep breath.

As soon as Jiang Xian calmed down, he became much more talkative.

"alright."

"I'll get them here."

(End of this chapter)