50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 209 Report
At 12 a.m. on December 18, after a journey of more than 10 kilometers and 1 days, Sun Zhiwei finally stepped onto the platform of Beijing Railway Station.

The weather is not good today. It is snowing heavily outside, and Sun Zhiwei's suit and vest seem a little thin.

Thinking that there was no place to change clothes, he simply dragged his suitcase outside the station, called a tricycle and went straight to the office.

The kindergarten is directly under the jurisdiction of the General Office. How his position will be assigned after his return still depends on the arrangements made by the leaders of the General Office. However, the earlier he reports, the earlier he can queue up for a position.

It is snowing heavily outside now. If he goes home and changes clothes and feels comfortable all over, he is afraid that he will not want to go out.

I might as well take advantage of the fact that I just got off the bus and go and get the paperwork done, and then go home and have a good rest.

The tricycle driver we called this time had an idea. He welded a roof on the rear box of the tricycle himself and installed a windshield on the front handlebars.

After Sun Zhiwei sat in the car, he found that the wind and snow had indeed subsided a lot.

"Master, you have installed this tent very well." He handed the master a cigarette and then began to praise him.

"Thank you for the cigarettes, that's what everyone says. I'm the first one in our team to do the canopy work, and it's all thanks to my son's skill. The passengers on the bus all say it's great."

"Where are you going, comrade?"

After Sun Zhiwei told the place, the master started riding his bike. The two chatted along the way and it didn't take long before they arrived at the place.

He paid the money and got off the car. After saying goodbye to the driver, he dragged two suitcases to the door of the office.

I registered with the former principal's ID, entered, found the staff, explained the situation, and then waited in the lobby.

Soon, the staff took him to a small meeting room and made him a cup of hot tea.

Soon, two young staff members came over, wearing armbands and walking in with serious faces.

After looking at Sun Zhiwei's ID, they began to ask various questions and take notes.
He was supposed to meet the leader first, but he didn't know why he was asked questions first. However, Sun Zhiwei didn't object. This was the proper procedure.

The two young comrades did not ask about his studies or his academic achievements, but only asked about current affairs abroad.

Sun Zhiwei knew what they wanted to ask, so he just answered what they wanted to know.

Several key points were mentioned. The first was that gangs were rampant in London, social security was extremely dangerous, highway robberies were rampant, and people lived in fear.

The second is that there were strikes everywhere in the British Empire, and working people were attacked by bombs in the streets for no reason.

The third is that the lives of ordinary people in London are difficult. Old ladies in their sixties and seventies have to go out to work, and in order to support their children's education, they only eat black bread every day.

As for the fact that there are so many cars on the streets of London that there are traffic jams everywhere, that the UK has 200 kilometers of high-speed railways, and that brown bread is more expensive than white bread, there is no need to talk about these things, and others don't want to hear about them.

Anyway, the content of the report highlights one thing: the people at home are happy and healthy, while the people abroad are suffering. As long as you grasp this main point and don't make up stories, you'll be fine.

Anyway, what he said was true. The strikes, explosions, and robberies were all real. The leaders also read foreign news and knew something about it.

At first, the two young comrades questioned him as if he were an enemy. However, when Sun Zhiwei explained the dire situation outside, even the two young comrades felt a little sympathetic towards Sun Zhiwei. Their tone was no longer harsh, and their eyes were full of sympathy.

After they finished recording what he said, the two young comrades came over to shake his hand, saying, "Comrade, you have worked so hard. You persisted in studying in such a harsh environment."

"The country needs me. Fortunately, I'm finally back safely. Home is still the best place." "Comrade, you are absolutely right. Home is still the best place."

After the conversation ended and the two young comrades left, Sun Zhiwei was wondering whether to go back and wait or what to do next when the door of the conference room was opened again.

The person who came in this time was another acquaintance, the old comrade with whom I had talked last time.

There was no name in the last conversation, and he didn't know which leader this was, but he was sure it was a leader, so he took the initiative to stand up and greeted: "Hello, leader."

The old comrade was very kind. He shook hands with him when he approached, and then the two of them sat down on the chairs next to each other.

"Comrade Zhiwei, what is your biggest impression of this study trip?"

Sun Zhiwei was about to make up a few words based on the content of the previous report when he was interrupted by his old leader.

"To be honest, there's no need to mention what was just reported."

Sun Zhiwei didn't know him either, so he didn't dare to say anything real. Just when he was racking his brains to fool him, the old comrade introduced himself first.

The old comrade's surname is Ji, and his given name is Tao. He was transferred here two years ago and does secretarial work. He does whatever the leader tells him to do, which means he's in charge of a little bit of everything, but he doesn't oversee any one thing.

Sun Zhiwei felt that he was an old comrade, mainly because of his temperament, self-confidence, and fighting spirit in his words and actions.

In fact, if you look closely, Comrade Ji Tao just has some gray hair, but not many wrinkles on his face. His real age is probably around 50 years old, which is still considered young for a leading cadre.

"I know that you comrades who have returned from outside are all worried about what you say."

"There are only two of us in this meeting room now, and I've locked the door. Don't be shy about what you say, just say whatever you want."

"We in China also hope to learn about the real situation abroad through your eyes, rather than through other people's newspapers. After all, the content in newspapers is not authentic."

After thinking about it, Sun Zhiwei decided to say something appropriate, but safety measures still had to be taken.

"Okay, leader, I'll tell you the truth. What do you want to know?"

"It's mainly because I've had a very heavy workload over the past year or so, and I haven't had much time to go out. I'm afraid I won't fully understand what you're saying, and if I speak carelessly, it might interfere with your judgment."

As he spoke, he expanded the space and scanned the entire conference room.

"Don't worry about that. We'll make a judgment based on information from various sources. Just tell us what you know."

As soon as Ji Tao finished speaking, Sun Zhiwei discovered the situation. There was indeed something under the desk in the conference room and under the coffee table where they were sitting.

This made him speak more carefully. He tried his best to answer the old comrade's questions, but he would go over each answer in his mind several times.

Did the other party know that there was something hidden here? Sun Zhiwei was not sure, but he felt that there was a high probability that he did not know, because some of the other party's subsequent questions were no longer appropriate.

Sun Zhiwei didn't dare to continue speaking. Instead, he pretended to drink water and picked up the teacup. When he put it down again, he used a little force to stomp the teacup on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)