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Chapter 30 Diamond Man!

Seeing Li Youbing's face turning purple from holding it back, Zhang Chenfei touched his heart tenderly.

With a pop, the piece of large intestine spurted out of Li Youbing's throat and landed right on the face of the fat man opposite him.

"Holy shit!!" The fat man was so disgusted that he almost vomited. He stretched out two fingers to pinch the big intestine off his face, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

An indescribable smell!

"Cough cough cough" Li Youbing kept coughing after he was finally able to breathe.

Seeing that Li Youbing was fine, Si Jian'er turned to Zhang Chenfei and said, "Da Fei, are you crazy? What are the conditions for us? We can't even afford to eat, and you don't even know that the sky is high and you want to buy a tricycle?!!!"

The money to open the store was obtained through various means, including pawning your pants.

I just got a hundred, but I want a three-wheeler for three hundred? Crazy? ?
  Zhang Chenfei patted Siyan'er on the shoulder: "Brother, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. Just listen to my analysis."

"Although scooters are cheap, they require a lot of effort and shoes to use. Let's switch to a second-hand tricycle and try to keep the cost within fifty yuan."

Knowing that Si Yan'er and the others really had no money, Zhang Chenfei offered to pay for the tricycle himself.

After the car purchase was settled, Zhang Chenfei took out his fifty and gave it to Si Er and asked them to look at the car in the afternoon.

"It just so happens that the bricks and stuff are scheduled to be delivered tomorrow. You guys go look at the car in the afternoon. I have to go to the newspaper office."

After arranging everything, he went to the steel rolling mill to find his elder brother. When I met Uncle Qin at the gate of the factory, I handed him a cigarette.

Uncle Qin took it and took a look: "Hey, Hardman? Da Fei, you are not good at smoking, why do you keep changing?"

As for the variety of cigarettes he got from this kid, there were not ten but seven or eight.

Zhang Chenfei lit a cigarette for himself and said calmly: "Hey, don't you want to try all the famous cigarettes in the world?"

Uncle Qin laughed loudly: "Your boy's ambition is similar to some of my ambitions when I was young."

Zhang Chenfei blew out a smoke ring and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "When you were young, did you like collecting stamps? Or did you taste all the world's famous wines??"

Men, aren’t these the things you love most?
  "No, you're still young, don't talk about it anymore." A strange look flashed in Uncle Qin's eyes, and he smiled like a cat in spring, "Well, don't talk about it anymore, it's almost lunch time in the factory, you It’s better to go in quickly.”

Zhang Chenfei suddenly felt blessed and understood the meaning of the other party's words.

And I was very dissatisfied with Uncle Qin saying that I was still young. He was obviously not big enough, but even if I cut off the head and tail, I still had 18cm left! !

Besides, in terms of age, he is now a diamond boy! ! A half-old man, comparing himself to himself?

But it was inappropriate to talk to an old man in his forties, so he didn't say anything. He just waved to him and walked into the steel rolling mill.

I found my eldest brother when I walked in, had a meal with him, and then took the bus to the Youth Daily.

When we arrived, a man wearing glasses and looking very scholarly was already waiting at the door of the newspaper office.

After the two parties met and exchanged pleasantries, Song Yanting took the Zhang brothers into the newspaper office.

When I arrived at the office, I saw a cast iron printer with a roller on it on the table. Although it looks very old-fashioned and bulky, in this era, it is a very high-end office supply.

"Da Fei, this typewriter is imported from Tiaobaji. It is relatively expensive. I will operate it first and you can watch it carefully." Song Yanting said, starting from loading paper and operating step by step.

Zhang Chenfei knew that it was not easy to get this practical opportunity, so he kept observing carefully. When Song Yanting handed over the position to him, he first went through the other party's previous operation in his mind, and then started to operate.

He followed the instructions in such a meticulous manner, operating the heavy typing lever and type hammer with great concentration. Zhang Chenliang watched from the side, nervous and even more excited than he was doing it himself.

Seeing his old friend's appearance, Song Yanting couldn't help but smile and said: "Liangzi, you don't have to be so nervous. Da Fei's technique is very good. It seems that he was observing very carefully just now and he remembers the positions of the radicals."

This meant that Zhang Chenfei really kept the rubbings he had sent over in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Chenfei finally finished the operation. He took the paper full of words out of the machine and handed it to Song Yanting.

"Brother Song, you just said to let me do my best, so I just played this casually. What do you think?"

"Okay, let me take a look." Song Yanting took the piece of paper and found that it was a small poem. To be precise, it should be the lyrics of a song.

He read out the above content out of curiosity: "The couple is literate."

After finishing reading, an unstoppable smile appeared in the corners of his eyes and mouth: "Da Fei, where did you learn this from? It's quite interesting."

"I didn't learn this, I wrote it myself."

"You wrote it???" Song Yanting moved his eyes from the paper to Zhang Chenfei's face, "You mean, you created this?"

"Yeah." Zhang Chenfei scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.

Song Yanting looked at him and asked curiously: "How did you think of composing such a literacy song?"

"Did you know that the country has just issued a policy that requires large-scale and comprehensive literacy?"

"I know." Zhang Chenfei nodded: "One of our neighbors is a hutong activist. She helps the district office with literacy work. She asked me to help her write this song."

"According to her, the district office leaders were very satisfied and said they would rehearse the performance."

Zhang Chenfei told the story roughly. After Song Yanting finished listening, he lowered his head and continued to read the lyrics for a long time without saying a word.

Zhang Chenliang on the side saw his appearance and immediately became anxious: "No, is there anything wrong with what my brother wrote?"

We are all our own people, so if you have any questions, just speak up. It's weird and scary to be so silent.

Song Yanting came back to his senses and said incoherently: "Ah? What did you say? No, it's not bad! It's great, it's the right time!!!"

"Liangzi, Liangzi, you are really my good brother!!! I was just worrying about how to catch the typical ones, and you brought Da Fei to my door!!!"

Now that the country is making every effort to promote literacy work, Youth Daily, as the largest newspaper in the four-nine cities, naturally cannot fall behind.

At this time, the emergence of such an interesting, easy-to-understand, and catchy song written by Zhang Chenfei is simply a gift from God in Song Yanting's view.

The more he thought about it, the more excited Song Yanting became, and he couldn't wait to report the news to the editor.

So after finishing the long list of things that seemed incomprehensible to Zhang Chenliang, he turned around, grabbed the piece of paper and ran away.

"Hey, hey, why are you going? Stone!!" Zhang Chenliang shouted from behind.

(End of this chapter)