Year 1979: Eating meat with my wife and children

"It's that old man. He likes to bully me all the time because he's my second grandfather!"

A Zhe, standing to the side, looked puzzled. "Who is Master Hou? Dongzi, do you even know Hou San's father?"

Li Xiangdong did not answer. He saw that Hou San wanted to show off again and clearly wanted to hear flattery. He did not want to give Hou San any encouragement.

Ah Zhe urged, "Dongzi, don't stay silent."

"Dongzi, just say it!"

"Alright, alright, I'll talk."

Li Xiangdong said speechlessly, "Hou San's father is the head of the labor and wages section of our passenger transport section, and Grandpa Hou is the father of the deputy stationmaster of Beijing Railway Station, which is Hou San's second grandfather. He is currently guarding the gate in the mailroom at the entrance."

After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said.

Good heavens, the Hou family is quite formidable!

Looking at Hou San, who was standing next to him with his nose in the air, he realized that he had unknowingly caught such a big fish. Wasn't this the perfect candidate to take the blame for him in the future?

Now that A Zhe knows Hou San's identity, he sees him as a gold nugget, and even his slanted triangular eyes have become captivating.

"Hou San, I'm counting on you, brother. You absolutely have to find a way to get me and the two of you together."

Hou San was so smug that his eyes narrowed with laughter.

"No problem, it's just a word from me, Hou Laosan. We're friends, after all."

Li Xiangdong looked at A Zhe, who was still praising Hou San, and interrupted him, saying, "You two have had enough. Hou San, hurry up and finish what you're saying. What a bad habit of only saying half of what you mean."

Hou San tilted his head back, holding the Daqianmen cigarette that A Zhe had just given him in his hand. He didn't smoke it, but just smelled it under his nose.

"Then I'll tell you directly what a water supplier does. Our job is to go with the vehicle, keep an eye on the insulated water tanks after departure, add water when they run out, report any damage for repair, and of course, we also need to pour hot water for passengers if they need it."

Hou San finished speaking in one breath, "Did you two understand?"

Li Xiangdong said, "Okay, I understand. Go on."

Hou San asked, puzzled, "What did you say? I'm done."

Li Xiangdong asked incredulously, "That's it? Is this all the work we'll have after we board the train?"

When Hou San saw Li Xiangdong staring at him, he scratched his head and thought about it carefully again. "Dongzi, don't look at me like that. I've already said everything I needed to say."

"But isn't this a bit...?"

"Easy, right? That's why I said you got a great deal. This job isn't something just anyone can do."

Hou San grinned mischievously, "What's wrong? You want to do more? That's fine too. You can take your water bottle and go around pouring water for every passenger after you get on the train."

"Fuck off!"

Li Xiangdong glared at Hou San with annoyance.

How many people are on the entire train? Can he handle it all?

Of course, he would never create trouble for himself if he could save himself some trouble. If he had that kind of awareness, why would he go back to the city?

Just settle down in the countryside and carve out a vast new world for yourself!

"You two must have very comfortable jobs."

Ah Zhe was so jealous he gritted his teeth. As a flight attendant, he had to serve passengers from the moment they boarded until they reached their destination and disembarked, after which he still had to clean up!

Compared to Li Xiangdong and Hou San, he was like a farmhand!

Hou San shook his head and said, "It's not as easy as you think. Whether we're tired or not depends mainly on how thirsty the passengers are."

The three chatted as they arrived at the logistics warehouse.

There was a man in his thirties sitting in a chair by the door, reading a newspaper and drinking water, with his legs propped up on the table. He looked extremely relaxed.

Hou San stepped forward and greeted him, "Brother Jun, busy?"

Zhang Dajun put down his newspaper and said with a smile, "Hou San is here. What can I possibly be busy with? I just pass the time with a pot of water and two newspapers every day. What are you doing here?"

"Two friends just started working today. I brought them here to get some things from you. Could you please get them for them?"

Hou San introduced Li Xiangdong and Zhang Dajun to Li Xiangdong and Zhang Dajun: "This is Zhang Dajun, the manager of our logistics warehouse. He's been doing this for over ten years. You two can just call him Brother Jun. Brother Jun, this is Li Xiangdong and... A Zhe, what's your full name?"

Ah Zhe said, "Shi Zheng Zhe."

Zhang Dajun stood up and said with a smile, "Welcome to work in our passenger transport section, both of you."

Li Xiangdong smiled and said, "Brother Jun, you're too kind."

"Brother Jun, please have a cigarette."

A Zhe offered Zhang Dajun a bottle of Daqianmen cigarettes, but Zhang Dajun refused, saying, "Smoking is not allowed in the warehouse. If the boss sees me, he'll dock my pay. You and Hou San are friends, so we're friends too. Friends don't need to use this. I'll definitely give you both the best stuff."

Standing to the side, Li Xiangdong felt the strong smell of fried dough sticks emanating from Zhang Dajun.

Warehouse jobs are lucrative; people who stay in them for over a decade are either incredibly honest or extremely shrewd!

Li Xiangdong and A Zhe handed the slip from the logistics department to Zhang Dajun. He looked at it and said, "I'll go in first to get you your work supplies. I have water here, so drink if you're thirsty. Don't be shy."

Li Xiangdong and A Zhe just smiled.

Hou San took Zhang Dajun's words seriously and took several sips of tea.

"Bah, bah, bah"

After spitting out the tea leaves from his mouth, Hou San said, "How about that? I, Hou San, have face wherever I go, right?"

Li Xiangdong and A Zhe completely ignored him.

The two of them had already figured out Hou San's temperament and character. They said that if you gave him a little taste of his own medicine, he would take advantage of you, which was a sign of their contempt for him.

You don't even need to give him an Italian cannon; he'd set Ping'an County on fire with just a single match!