59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

On the way, they caught up with Sha Zhu, Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao and others who were going to work with umbrellas. Since Xu Damao took the initiative to give in and Sha Zhu was "trained" by Ran Qiuye many times, they finally became much more peaceful.

"Zhu Zi, what are you still talking about? Hurry up and leave, it's already 8:50."

Even without his daughter, Chen Jianjun could get some fresh air by getting close to the hole in the oilcloth.

"Hey, Chen Ke!"

A group of people greeted him.

Liu Haizhong smacked his lips, convinced that his son would be able to become a deputy section chief in a few years and take turns using the factory's motorcycle.

This is not an unrealistic wishful thinking. Liu Guangqi's starting point is already a rare high among the workers in the steel rolling mill. As long as he does not make big mistakes or stand on the wrong side, he is destined to be promoted step by step through accumulated hard work, far exceeding that of ordinary workers without any academic qualifications.

"Crazy man, why didn't you tell me earlier that you were going to drive? I could have given you a ride." When Sha Zhu saw the motorcycle, he immediately thought of the glory of riding a bike himself.

Chen Feng also slowed down. This was a cement road, but he couldn't be rude.

"Okay, if it continues to rain tomorrow, come to my house at 8:30."

"Let me make it clear in advance. The truck bed belongs to my sister. You can only sit behind me. There is a high probability that your clothes will get wet."

"That's okay!"

Sha Zhu smiled and said, "I'll just bake it in the back kitchen and it will be done in no time."

However, this wish is destined to never come true.

By around three in the afternoon, the sky cleared up.

Taking advantage of the clear weather, people on the vast plains outside the city began to seize the opportunity to harvest rice to avoid rain again. The autumn harvest of rice entered the market, causing the black market food prices to plummet more than a roller coaster.

"You're kidding me!"

Chen Feng looked at the changes in the clouds in the sky and felt that there would not be heavy rain in the near future.

I looked at the canopy, but didn't rush to take it down.

About an hour later, a customer came to the door.

Liu Meng and Zhang Yu came on bicycles.

After the last discussion, Chen Feng thought that he would soon have a new channel for collecting books. However, he didn't expect that Su Mei from the sports school had already obtained the approval from the Education Bureau and was just waiting for the weather to clear up to apply for a truck to transport the books.

There is no movement at the drama school yet.

"Director Liu, Secretary Zhang, good afternoon."

Liu Meng looked curiously at the Biluochun tea basking in the sun in the yard. He felt that it looked familiar, but his attention was soon attracted by the old man.

Because of his medical books, Mr. Chen, who had been living in seclusion outside the government since childhood, has now become a hermit in the city.

In the past, the old man’s reputation was limited to his own faction and senior officials. Now it cannot be said that the whole country knows about it, but after the newspaper publicity, people who are interested basically know that there is a retired old man in Nanluoguxiang who is still contributing to the country’s construction.

"Liu Meng meets the old general!"

"Hello, Grandpa. My name is Zhang Yu, a friend of Chen Feng."

"Welcome, both of you. Please take a seat and talk."

The old man poured them two cups of tea - high quality!

This is already a rare tea for guests. When Sha Zhu comes here, he can only drink boiled water.

"Director Liu, it took you so long to come to my house. Is there a problem with the exchange?" Chen Feng asked directly. He didn't like those beating around the bush.

Liu Meng did not follow the old bureaucratic customs and nodded, "Yes, we held a meeting to discuss this. We believe that many of the books in the collection have cultural value and do not agree to exchange books for fish and meat. We think they can be bought with money and tickets."

He looked at Chen Feng, somewhat worried that he would not agree to do this.

As far as he knew, Su Mei from Shichahai Sports School had used her mother's connections in the education system to give her daughter a small convenience.

Even without a backdoor, those books would have rotted if left in the warehouse, so it would be better to take them out and hand them over to the sports school for safekeeping and maintenance.

"No problem, you can use money and notes." Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Cough cough." Liu Meng coughed twice to remind Zhang Yu who had been silent.

Zhang Yu said embarrassedly: "Chen Feng, can you take me to the study room? There must be a lot of books there, right?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Okay."

Taking Zhang Yu to the study, the latter explained: "It's like this. Our college has reduced its funding a lot, and the purchasing department's slush fund is also a little insufficient. The dean said that he has a friend who is going to be transferred from the railway branch to the college's security department as a deputy section chief. He can recommend someone for the position he left behind, and there is a high probability that he can get in."

"He asked if you had anyone suitable."

Chen Feng looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment. Exchanging the iron rice bowl of the Railway Bureau for cheap meat?

Where would he find the candidates? Zhou Jing’s family is not suitable, Changshengshan is in a dormant state, and there is no one suitable in his own family either?

"Wait, the dean won't let me go, right?"

"Of course not, you're not even 16 yet!" Zhang Yu did some research before coming. "Unless you want to change your age."

This is a very common technique!

At least Zhang Yu has seen quite a few.

Increase the age when you are young to accumulate qualifications, and lower the age when you are old to extend your working time.

"Let me ask my grandfather."

"it is good."

The two of them didn't come out after they finished talking. Zhang Yu was really curious about what the Chen family was like.

She has been to the houses of professors and high-ranking officials, so what can she say?

At the same level, professors’ treatment is indeed better than that of senior officials, whether it is residential housing or other special supplies!

For example, many professors at the Academy of Drama live in Western-style houses, with an average area of ​​more than dozens of square meters per person, which is much more comfortable than prefabricated houses.

When Chen Feng came out, Liu Meng had already taken so many photos that the old man was smiling continuously.

"Director, Chen Feng likes calligraphy and painting very much. Next time we come, don't bring sugar, vinegar, or tea. It might be better to just give him some calligraphy and paintings."

Liu Meng smiled and said, "That's easy. I'll go find the dean and ask for a few of Mr. Qi's paintings."

Qi Baishi's paintings are cheap and many people have them!

After Liu Meng and the others left, Chen Feng told the old man about Zhang Yu's exchange conditions. The old man smiled and said, "This is a good opportunity. In the future, your great grandfather will definitely need an intelligence courier who can help transport supplies and key information."

"You make the arrangements yourself."

The old man has retired and has not even arranged jobs for his own sons, allowing them to work hard (slack off). The only thing he did was to pull Chen Jianjun back from the battlefield.

But this is human nature!

It is also because of this that he can reassure the people at the table.

"Where do I have anyone?"

Chen Feng was still thinking when the old man pointed to the backyard next door.

"Xu Damao, is he okay?"

Chen Feng was suspicious: "This guy is restless, what if he cheats me..."

"He's not a fool. Besides, if he doesn't think about himself, he should think about his son." The old man smiled faintly and said, "Xu Damao is a carefree person, but he will care about his son very much."

"This person was not useful before. Now, first, he needs your medicine to recover from his illness. Second, he also needs to work hard for his son. Third, we have a favor to him. Fourth, you didn't introduce him to this job. If he makes a mistake, it's his own problem. What does it have to do with you?"

Chen Feng looked at the sinister old man and thought to himself that this must be the old man's true face!