Reborn in 1976, teach him how to be an official

Before this, Zhao Yuanfang was just a teacher in the Department of Electronic Engineering and had no power. It was not possible for him to remove the label on Zhao Hanmin and transfer him back to Qinghua University.

Even now, it cannot be said that he has this ability.

Liu Hongyi almost yelled, "No way, teacher, you're giving up... If you can't do anything, what can I do?"

"Hey, kid, don't underestimate yourself."

"You're the apple of our Principal Tai's eye now. He treats you much better than he treats me. All the contributions you've made to the school have really worried our principal. He doesn't know how to reward you... Go to him and propose some conditions. As long as they're not too outrageous, he'll agree to them."

"Besides, this isn't a personal matter. You're doing this for research."

"Zhao Hanmin was originally expelled from Qinghua. Now that you're trying to get him back, it's legitimate."

Zhao Yuanfang pointed at him and said with a laugh.

A look of confidence.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try... But teacher, let's be frank. If I can't handle it, you'll have to do it yourself. You're the school leader now!"

The director of the tertiary industry office is directly under the management of the principal and can barely be considered a respectable leader.

Although his rank is not high, he has considerable power.

"Don't blame me, kid. Go and try it first..."

Professor Zhao is no longer a pure intellectual. He is very cunning and refuses to make random promises to others.

Liu Hongyi was helpless, so after school in the afternoon and after dinner, Liu Hongyi rode his second-hand bicycle according to the address given by Zhao Yuanfang. It took him a full forty minutes to finally arrive at the Guanghua Machinery Factory. After asking several people, he finally found the address in front of a row of old bungalows.

Before I even entered the door, I heard a woman's angry scream.

"Zhao Hanmin, you're such a loser..."

Liu Hongyi couldn't help scratching his head at the door, it was so embarrassing.

Before I even entered the house, I caught up with the couple arguing...

This is a cramped bungalow with very little space. Including all the nooks and crannies, it only occupies about a dozen square meters, definitely not more than twenty square meters.

Zhao Hanmin, Bai Chengcheng and their two children lived in such a bungalow for many years.

In a corner of the bungalow, Zhao Hanmin was reading a book under a small desk lamp.

The desk and the small stool he sat on were both handmade, quite crude. There was even dried bark on one corner of the desk, a scrap he had found somewhere.

The small desk is filled with various books.

Zhao Hanmin looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing an old blue cotton-padded jacket, the fabric of which had been washed white. At this moment, he was hunched over, and there were already a few strands of white hair on his temples.

He was wearing a pair of deep myopic glasses and his face was full of worry.

I can only pretend not to hear my daughter-in-law's scolding.

The two children sat obediently at the small square table doing their homework, not daring to raise their heads.

This small square table is also "multi-purpose". It is a dining table when eating, and after the meal, it can be used as a desk for the children.

The space is too small, so this is the only way to use it.

The cramped bungalow was filled with all sorts of things.

These days, everything is precious and no matter whether it is useful or not, people are reluctant to throw it away.

A woman in her thirties, also wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, looked newer than Zhao Hanmin's, the fabric still relatively fresh from washing. This woman was naturally Zhao Hanmin's wife, Bai Chengcheng.

To be fair, Bai Chengcheng was pretty, with regular features. Even with the fashionable short hair and no makeup, she was still very pretty.

But at this time, Bai Chengcheng was obviously very angry about something. His face turned red and white, and he walked back and forth in the small bungalow with one hand on his waist.