1979: My fiancée is a goddess

On a hot summer morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Along both sides of Xiaowei Hutong, various trees, including locust trees, poplar trees, and elm trees, are planted at intervals.

The trees are all so large that it takes one person to encircle them. Their canopies provide ample shade, and when the sunlight shines on them, the shadows cast on the high red brick walls on both sides sway and dance in the wind.

Dong Yi, the female cadre in charge of the State Administration of Foreign Exchange, stood under the big elm tree at the entrance of the alley with two staff members.

"Whoohoo-"

On the recliner sat an old man with gray hair and a thin body, holding a bowl of thin porridge in his hand, eating breakfast with pickled vegetables and salted duck eggs. He was waving his chopsticks around his mouth, but he didn't seem to pick up more than a few grains of rice.

"Sir, is Comrade Cheng Kaiyan's home in this alley?"

"Cheng what?"

"Cheng Kaiyan!"

"What's Cheng Yan's name?"

Hearing the old man's slurred voice, Dong Yi took a deep breath and suppressed her irritation. "Fine, I'll find it myself."

Turning to the two officers, he instructed, "Split up and look around. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. Otherwise, if something goes wrong with such a large sum of foreign exchange, we can't afford the responsibility..."

The last time she came to see Cheng Kaiyan on behalf of the State Administration of Foreign Exchange was in March, almost five months ago.

In my memory, I only have a general idea of ​​where Cheng Kaiyan's house is located: it's in Xiaowei Hutong.

"Yes."

The two officers nodded in deep agreement.

Foreign currency must be converted into RMB according to regulations, but there is a process in place to ensure that the money is not misused before it is received by everyone.

If no one claims it, or if the documents and procedures are incomplete, it will be returned to the original address. This situation accounts for 40% of the cases.

However, rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Nowadays, being able to earn foreign exchange is a great achievement.

Perhaps someone will have the idea to bypass the laws and regulations and directly exchange this money for RMB for Comrade Cheng Kaiyan.

"Cheng Kaiyan? Their family lives in Wutong Courtyard... I'll take you there!"

The old man's ears twitched, as if he had heard some exciting words. He put down his porridge, looked up, and his two cloudy eyes lit up.

"..."

Dong Yi suspected that the old man had heard about foreign exchange and wanted to join in the fun. "Okay, thank you."

"Hey~ what's the big deal..."

The old man, carrying a bowl, led the way and asked with a smile, "Comrade, has that kid Cheng Kaiyan made foreign exchange again?"
Incredible! Truly a man who has turned adversity into fortune, having survived two brushes with death...

Hey!
"Beautiful young comrade, how much did Cheng Kaiyan earn? Isn't it a lot?! Last time she earned several hundred dollars, this time it must be over a thousand!"

Towards the end, his words were brimming with barely suppressed gossip and intense curiosity.

"Hehe, grandpa, you have quite the imagination."

Dong Yi was a little annoyed by the gossipy nature of these old folks, so she just gave them a perfunctory reply.

One kept asking questions along the way, while the other just chuckled in response.

Before long, they arrived at the Wutong Courtyard.

"Sir, please go back. This involves state secrets!"

"It's okay, I'll tell you. Actually, when I was young, I also worked for a government agency."

The old man straightened his chest and smiled.

"Oh? What unit?"

"Ahem...Young man, don't keep asking questions until you get to the bottom of things!"

The old man was embarrassed; he had been to the police station a few times in his youth because of his womanizing ways.

"Ha ha……"

Who was it that kept asking that question?
Dong Yi was speechless and ignored the old man. Now that she saw the courtyard, she remembered the exact location.

He led his men straight into the courtyard and headed straight for Cheng Kaiyan's house. "Is Comrade Cheng Kaiyan here?!" In the courtyard, Wang Cuihua, who lived in the east wing, was squatting by the ditch brushing her teeth. She glanced at the old man and said with foam in her mouth, "Oh, what brings you to our courtyard today, Uncle Yi? Your daughter-in-law didn't come here."

"A turtle's mouth can't produce ivory! I'm here today to find you!"

One sentence made Grandpa Yi blush.

"Rogue!"

Wang Cuihua was startled and ran into the house in a shrill voice, afraid that Grandpa Yi would catch up. She even slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

"Tsk tsk..."

Aunt Zhao, from the opposite room, glanced disdainfully at the swaying curtain at the opposite door, then looked at Uncle Yi: "Old Yi, are you really that hungry? How could you bring yourself to eat Wang Cuihua?"

"Just teasing her."

Grandpa Yi coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and with his white hair and beard, plus the white doctor's coat he was wearing, he really did look like a sage.

Turning his head, he exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Zhao, your forehead is flushed! It seems there's good news in your family!"

"Huh?! What good news?!"

Aunt Zhao asked curiously, "Although this old man is a bit lecherous, he still has some skills."

"Come on, stretch out your hand, let me read your palm."

Grandpa Yi stroked his beard and patiently explained.

Aunt Zhao reached out her hand with some doubt.

"Your hands are so small and white... wow, they even smell nice!"

Grandpa Yi looked down and stared intently at the patterns on the other person's hand for a few moments, then sniffed and sighed.

The money Zhao Ruixue sent back allowed the Zhao family, including Aunt Zhao, to live a life of luxury for a while.

Aunt Zhao's health has improved a lot, and she even started using Pechoin face and hand cream, which made all her old friends extremely envious.

Hearing Grandpa Yi's heartfelt words, Aunt Zhao smiled smugly.

"You old bastard!! You're going to die!"

Before she could speak, Zhao's father, who had just come out of the room behind her, saw the scene, his eyes turned red, and he roared, grabbing a stick and striking her.

"Ouch!!!"

The stick, thicker than a leg, lashed out with a powerful gust of wind, striking the old man's thin shoulder.

A sharp, piercing scream immediately erupted, and a swollen red welt appeared on that arm at a visible speed.

"Murder! Sarilang..."

At this moment, Grandpa Yi didn't have time to tell Grandma Zhao's fortune or explain what a happy occasion was.

Busy, hunched over and clutching his head, was chased around the yard by Zhao's father like a dead dog.

"Well done! This old scoundrel, how dare he try to take advantage of me, Wang Cuihua! He's got the nerve to have designs on me, Wang Cuihua! Do you think you can even think about me?!"
Brother Zhao, give him a good beating! The girl will personally bring you pork to thank you later!

The tattered paper window across the hall was flipped open, revealing a head—it was Wang Cuihua, her chubby face showing a mixture of pleasure and lingering fear.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing this, Aunt Zhao laughed so hard she could barely breathe.

Does Wang Cuihua really think that Uncle Yi wants to do something to her?

Someone like Wang Cuihua wouldn't even be willing to pay someone out of her own pocket!

"Tsk tsk, this woman can still laugh."

Wang Cuihua glanced at Aunt Zhao through the window and thought to herself, "Luckily I left early, otherwise that woman would have been killed."

Thinking about this, she suddenly realized that this was another big news story!

People became excited again, eager to go out and deliver the intelligence immediately.

...(End of chapter)