Return to the 1982 Staff Compound

Chapter 75 The Inertia of History

Squad leader Kong was holding a stack of lists in his hand, his face was red, and he faintly smelled of alcohol, as if he had not yet fully sobered up from a hangover.

He slammed the bill in his hand on the table and said, "Please sign all the bills for me. You have nothing to lose."

"Put it here, let me take a look first." Sister Zhang put her hand under the drawer. She was not an innocent girl. It was obvious that something was wrong with this man today.

The knife in her hand gave her confidence. As a highly skilled veterinarian, she had done hundreds if not thousands of experiments, and seeing blood was common. She had developed a lot of courage, and after the initial panic, she quickly calmed down.

"Once you sign, I'll leave." Squad Leader Kong's voice rose a few notches.

Sister Zhang spread out the list and took a quick look at it. These lists looked unfamiliar and she definitely had not handled them before.

"I'll ask Xiao Huang when she comes back. Put the form here and I'll sign it at my discretion." She looked up at Squad Leader Kong and said.

He took a few steps closer, and his height advantage made him look aggressive.

"Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

He paused for a few seconds, and suddenly changed his tone, "I'm divorced from my wife, why don't you follow me, what's mine is yours... let me teach you... how to love others..."

"You still have time to leave now. If you continue like this, I will call for help!" Sister Zhang said with a cold face.

"This place is so remote, do you think anyone can hear it?" Squad Leader Kong sneered as he glanced at the rain still raging outside the window.

"You forced me to do this." He pounced towards Sister Zhang.

"Help, help!" Sister Zhang screamed at the top of her lungs, while the scalpel in her hand fiercely slashed at the wrist that he stretched out.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor. Xiao Qian from the quarantine department was just coming back to get something. He accidentally heard Sister Zhang's cry for help and immediately ran over.

The office is in chaos at the moment.

Soon, the security guard was notified through the internal telephone, and the production director and the security guard rushed over in the rain.

……

History has repeated this thing with its great inertia, bringing about deviations. Different choices have led to different development directions.

The quarantine department became lively for a rare time.

After Team Leader Kong was controlled, he was sent to the hospital to bandage his wounds. This time, because someone was injured, the production director was unable to suppress the matter.

Sister Zhang finally called the police.

The matter is obvious. The door was broken down by force, and there is both human and material evidence.

Squad Leader Kong, who has entered the hospital, will probably enter the classroom soon.

After Sister Zhang finished recording her statement, she took the stack of documents and went directly to the factory director's office...

The rain didn't stop until the afternoon.

Qiu Huomingmao, who was completely unaware of the situation, had already read the textbook thoroughly in his little room.

Near dusk, he rushed to the photo studio on his bike to retrieve his photos.

In the black and white photo, the young boy has a slight smile on his face, and his youth is evident.

On the way back, I met the postman who had delivered the mail before. They entered the compound one after another.

Qiu Huoming saw him park the car in front of his house.

The postman heard the sound of wheels behind him and then saw him. He took out a thick envelope and asked, "Qiu Huoming?"

"it's me."

"No wonder you look familiar. Your email."

He threw the envelope to Qiu Huoming, turned his bike around on the spot, and soon disappeared into the alley.

Qiu Huoming glanced at the email in his hand, feeling a little heavy in his hand, and saw the words "printed material" on the cover.

He returned to his small room, sat at his desk and opened the letter. It was a new issue of Contemporary Magazine sent to him.

He quickly turned to the page of his novel, looked at his name, and couldn't stop smiling.

In the kitchen, Chen Suniang asked, "Who is it? Who sent the letter?"

Qiu Huoming walked to the door and raised the magazine in his hand, "Mom, my novel has been published!"

Chen Suniang's hand slipped and she almost knocked over the basin. She quickly put the basin in place, turned on the faucet to wash her hands, wiped them carefully, walked briskly to the door, took the magazine and quickly turned to the page with her son's name.

The letter from the postman made the family excited again. Chen Suniang didn't even have the heart to cook dinner. She took the magazine and went to visit a few neighbors she got along well with.

Along with the publication came a reply letter signed by Editor Li, stating that the magazine was now stepping up its promotion efforts for young authors and encouraging them to submit their works. It also explained the supplement issue that Qiu Huoming had mentioned earlier.

As Gu Xiaoran expected, the publication of the supplement is not stable. The current themes are finalized based on the manuscripts received, and will still focus on short and medium-length stories. Serialization is currently a hot topic within the editorial department and has not yet been finalized.

Qiu Huoming secretly said that it was a close call, thanks to Gu Xiaoran's reminder.

It seems that time has passed and "Wulin" should have a response. Nowadays, if the other party does not accept the manuscript sent out, it will be sent back intact. After all, these manuscripts are handwritten by the authors and most of them do not have drafts, which are particularly precious to individuals.

He looked at the gradually darkening sky, his thoughts flying.

Tomorrow is Monday, and he is looking forward to what will happen in the meat processing plant.

In the meat processing factory, Qiu Jianjun discovered that the account book was missing almost on the same day. He asked several colleagues indirectly, but no one had seen any outsider entering their place.

The next day he immediately went to find his old partner, squad leader Kong, and the two of them drank a lot of wine that night.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Qiu Jianshe instigated Team Leader Kong to go find Sister Zhang. If Sister Zhang became one of their own, the loopholes in the list would be perfectly filled.

If Squad Leader Kong fails, it is his problem and has nothing to do with me.

The lost account book is full of code names, and there is no signature on it. If you insist that it is not yours, others will not be able to do anything to you.

Besides, this account book might have been hidden among some other miscellaneous items and thrown away.

Qiu Jianjun was indeed mentally strong. He rested on Sunday, and when he went to work on Monday, the matter of Team Leader Kong had spread throughout the factory.

His expression remained calm and he listened to the conversation between his colleagues in a calm manner.

It has been raining for a few days, and the sunshine was particularly strong today. The temperature, which had been dropping a little before, rose suddenly again.

It's almost May now, the weather is changeable, and people start to dress randomly.

Qiu Huoming was wearing a thin coat and exercising on the playground. He had gone to the infirmary to measure his height before, and he had indeed grown taller. Now he was 1 meters tall, which was considered tall in the high school.

The only disadvantage of being tall is that it wastes fabric. He has to add a piece to his dad's old clothes before he can wear them.

Fortunately, Chen Suniang has good craftsmanship, and the splicing is natural and pleasing to the eye, just like natural patterns.

The original trio became a group of four after Li Ming joined, and others called them the academic master group.

Ding Yu had no idea that he was just a filler in the group of top students. Among all the courses, his best thing was painting. It was a pity that there was no art class in high school, otherwise he would have to show off his skills.

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