Era: 1979 From mountain man to richest man

Chapter 131 I can tell at a glance that you are a high official!

Listening to what they said, Song Chaoyang instantly understood that there were people from relevant departments at the dinner party tonight.

Or someone who can speak on this matter.

At this moment, Song Chaoyang inexplicably thought of Fan Jin's passing the exam.

When everyone notices you, your connections suddenly appear.

Things that used to stump you are no longer a problem for you now.

This matter was actually easier than I thought.

Even looking at the performance of Editor Jin and Editor Wu, this is not a big deal.

Well, it seems that I still underestimated my influence too much.

Since the matter was settled easily, Song Chaoyang would not delay any more.

When leaving, Song Chaoyang said hello to his family. When his father Song Shou heard that Song Chaoyang was invited by the editorial department to the city as a guest, he was of course very happy.

Song Chaoyang was able to withstand it, but Editor Jin beside him became miserable. He stopped the car not far after driving, ran to the side of the road and vomited.

Without resting, he took Song Chaoyang directly to the clothing store.

There are also two matching pants and a belt.

When Editor Wu started walking left and right on the tractor-taught road, the jeep's jumping up and down was finally under control.

The car started, and the jeep staggered on the tractor road toward the county seat.

After more than two hours of tossing, the jeep finally arrived at Wangjiahe Dam.

If I had known better, I would have taken the tractor.

The road conditions got much better next time, and it didn't take long for everyone to arrive at the county seat.

You have to lower your speed and try to drive on a flat surface on the road.

After collecting Lao Zhangtou's letter, Song Chaoyang got into the back seat of the car.

The colors are gray and black respectively.

He wasn't sure he could drive better than the two of them.

Editor Jin beside him had a few words with Song Chaoyang at first, but after the car started driving, he no longer had the energy to chat.

Let him not worry about things at home.

However, Editor Wu’s driving skills were not as good as those of the tractor drivers in the brigade. The driving speed was sometimes faster and sometimes slower, and the feeling of pushing on the back from time to time made people dizzy.

He held on to the seat with both hands, fearing that he would be knocked upside down.

When we went back, Editor Wu was driving, and Editor Jin sat in the row next to Song Chaoyang.

Of course, Editor Jin’s driving skills are slightly better, but it’s still torture for the passengers.

He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Song Chaoyang, asking for help to send it.

Finally, I went to a shoe store and bought two pairs of leather shoes, one brown and one black.

Of course...it doesn't rule out that he has a sibling or something.

Not long after driving, Editor Wu vomited on the side of the road.

In the end, I said that I didn’t want Editor Wu to open it, he had to do it.

He wanted to drive it by himself, but this Jeep was really old.

and two white shirts, one long-sleeved and one short-sleeved.

A small number of new styles of clothes have appeared in the county these days, but Song Chaoyang is going to a formal occasion, so it is impossible to buy any floral shirts and bell-bottom pants.

I spent money to buy two sets of ready-made Chinese tunic suits for Song Chaoyang.

Editor Wu had never driven on this kind of road, and the jeep was jumping up and down in the shell crater.

Lao Zhangtou is still a boy, and Song Chaoyang doesn't think about his family at all.

In the end, it was Song Chaoyang who reminded Editor Wu, who was driving, not to think about walking on the right side and walking in a straight line, as traffic rules did not apply on this tractor road.

"Then let's go into the city?" Song Chaoyang said to the two editors.

I can only hold on to the seat silently and calmly.

After driving on the newly built asphalt road, the whole world finally became quiet.

When Song Chaoyang saw that the address to which the letter was received was a community in Rongcheng, he guessed that it was a letter for a friend or something.

It was already close to 5 o'clock. Although they were about to get off work, the two editors still remembered what they promised Song Chaoyang.

On the plowing road, the jeep was jolted and made a burst of noise.

Just when Song Chaoyang was about to get in the car and leave, Lao Zhangtou caught up with him again.

"Okay, hurry up!" The two editors nodded again and again.

Song Chaoyang was speechless.

If it weren't for his steady grip, Song Chaoyang almost hit the car roof several times.

These days, most people's dressing style is relatively conservative.

Looking at those people wearing flashy clothes on the street, everyone basically assumes that they are second-rate.

After buying the clothes, the two people took Song Chaoyang back to the editorial office of the county publishing house.

There is a guest house in the courtyard here.

Song Chaoyang was arranged here.

After settling in Song Chaoyang, the two editors Jin and Wu asked him to change his outfit.

We'll go out to eat together at 6 o'clock.

Taking advantage of this time, they first went to call a few colleagues to have dinner together.

Song Chaoyang nodded and agreed.

Then put on all the newly bought clothes and shoes in the room.

Then I looked around the guest house room again.

Today's guest houses are far less equipped than hotels in the future.

The beds used in the room are bunk beds.

There was no TV, radio or phone in the room, just a desk lamp.

There is a separate bathroom, but no hot water.

There is a hot water kettle and an enamel basin inside.

It looks quite crude.

However, in this era, most guest houses basically have this configuration.

If you think about it better, it is the cadre guest house.

The first five-star hotel in the country will not open for another four years.

At present, there is basically no concept of hotel in China.

Being able to sleep in a guest house when you go out is considered a very good treatment.

If you go out and don't have much money to find accommodation, the kind of accommodation you can get is Datongpu.

More than a dozen people sleep in one room.

The stinky feet and sweat of a dozen grown men combined together would make the environment so sour and refreshing.

Mosquitoes can be driven away.

After Song Chaoyang changed his clothes, he went directly out of the guest house.

The post office is now closed.

Sending a letter to Lao Zhangtou will have to wait until tomorrow.

Come to think of it, he wasn't in a hurry.

But Song Chaoyang had one more thing to ask the locals.

He wants to rent a house near the county junior high school.

The little girl will go to school in the city in a few days, and Song Chaoyang has to rent a house in the city in advance.

Although junior high schools in the county can live on campus these days, it is obvious that the living environment will not be very good.

There are also many children from nearby communes who go to school in the county. The children who have just been assigned to dormitories like to cuddle together. The little girl is from Qingsongwan, 40 kilometers away from home, and there is no one she knows around.

You might be bullied in that environment.

Song Chaoyang simply planned to find a house to rent, and let the little girl go to school like other children in the county without staying in the dormitory.

Song Chaoyang arrived at the guard room with ease.

The gatekeeper is still the old man from last time.

Song Chaoyang remembered that Editor Jin called him Lao Tan.

"Comrade Lao Qin, do you still remember me?"

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the old man with a smile.

"You are..." The guard, Old Tan, looked at Song Chaoyang and carefully took the cigarette without daring to light it. He squinted his eyes and tried to recall it in his mind.

He looked at Song Chaoyang's brand new clothes, shiny leather shoes, and the expensive hero silver pen in his pocket. He was a little confused for a moment, so he could only say with a smile:

"Hey, old man, my memory is failing me. I think it looks familiar, but I can't remember it."

After that he guessed:

"Are you a comrade from the provincial headquarters?"

Song Chaoyang was almost amused by him. As expected, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. The last time he came here wearing patched clothes, the old man's nose was neither nose nor eyes.

"Haha, do you think I look like someone from the province?" Song Chaoyang asked Lao Tan.

The guard, Lao Tantou, also beat snakes with his stick and said quickly:
"It looks like, why doesn't it look like it?"

"The cadres who come down from above are all similar to you. My eyes are the best at seeing people. Your temperament is like that of a leader!"

"Hahaha..." Song Chaoyang was amused.

When Lao Tantou saw him smiling, he also laughed:
"Hehe, I'm not bragging. We, as doormen, have seen a lot of people. We all have piercing eyes. We can tell who does what at a glance."

After saying that, he immediately shook his head with a solemn expression:
"wrong……"

"Huh? What?" Song Chaoyang thought that the old man finally remembered him.

As a result, I heard the old man take a breath:
"hiss……"

Then he glanced behind Song Chaoyang:

"You don't look like a leader, you are a leader! Otherwise, why can you stay in our guest house?"

Song Chaoyang was amused by him again.

Old Tantou was also amused and thought he had guessed it right. He asked Song Chaoyang diligently:

"What's your surname, leader?"

"My surname is Song." Song Chaoyang told him with a smile.

Old Tan’s brows furrowed even deeper:
"Oh, Song..."

He licked his lips and asked:

"Have we met recently?"

"I've seen him before, just a few days ago." Song Chaoyang nodded.

some days ago?
Have it?

Lao Tantou felt like his head was in a mess.

He patted his forehead and said with some embarrassment:

"Oh, look at my memory, it's really bad."

"You remember me, but you forgot about me. It's really..."

Song Chaoyang decided not to tease him anymore and reminded him:

"The last time I came to submit a manuscript, it was the editor you took me to meet, do you remember?"

Hearing Song Chaoyang's words, a memory flashed through the old man's mind. He pointed at Song Chaoyang with his mouth wide open and said in shock:

"what?"

"You are the……"

"Hongta Mountain!" Song Chaoyang said another keyword.

Now Lao Tan finally remembered:
"Huh? How...why is it you?"

"It's just me." Song Chaoyang looked happily at the old man's wonderful expression.

Old Tan looked Song Chaoyang up and down again, trying to get in touch with the patched-up boy in his memory.

However, the two figures could never overlap each other, and their temperaments were too different.

"Oh, you look like this...I really don't recognize you." Lao Tantou looked embarrassed, patted his thigh and said to Song Chaoyang.

At this moment, he was not sure about Song Chaoyang's identity.

After all, no one has ever checked into a guest house not long after submitting an article.

"Did you pay a private visit incognito last time?" Lao Tantou asked Song Chaoyang cautiously.

Song Chaoyang waved his hand and said to the old man:
"No, I just came to submit the article."

"I was just picked up by Editor Jin and Editor Wu from the countryside today."

But his words did not convince the old man.

Ah? Editors Jin and Wu, will they pick you up in the countryside?

You are a liar!

Do you think my old man is stupid?

When I saw you, you were from above.

Although Lao Tantou thought so in his heart, he kept saying:
"Oh, so that's it..."

Song Chaoyang looked at his acting skills and knew that the old man definitely didn't believe what he said, but it didn't matter.

He came here to ask this old man about houses near the junior high school in the county.

"South of the city or north of the city?"

"I'm familiar with the south of our city, but I'm not sure about the north." Lao Tan said to Song Chaoyang.

"Just south of the city." Song Chaoyang responded.

There are many children of cadres in the junior high school in the south of the city, and the teaching staff is much better than that in the north.

There are many children of workers in the north of the city. The children there are thinking about taking over the class in the future. It is normal for them not to take classes seriously. In this environment, teachers are not that attentive in educating.

Song Chaoyang planned to get the little girl to the south of the city.

At this time, he only heard the old man saying to him:
"If you are not afraid of the distance, you can walk a few miles across the river to live in a house on the old battlefield. It is cheaper there. You can live in a shed they built for more than one yuan a month. However, the environment is a little worse. In addition to being able to sleep, there is nothing else It’s not convenient.”

"If you're afraid of far distances and want to live cheaply and conveniently, go to the vegetable market, but it's a bit noisy. You have to listen to the slaughterhouse slaughtering pigs at four or five in the morning. I didn't ask about the price, but I guess it's only two. At three yuan a month, this place is very affordable and has all the conveniences. Apart from being a little noisy, there are no drawbacks.”

"If you want to be close and are not afraid of the high price, then rent a house with a facade along the street next to the school. It has everything you need, but it is a bit too big. It can accommodate 10 people, let alone one person. , that place used to be a place where cocoons were collected by the cocoon station. The rent was extremely expensive, twenty or thirty yuan a month, which is almost as much as one person’s monthly salary. Most people can’t afford it.”

"In addition, there are some nearby residents who rent single rooms. The prices are cheap and they are close to each other. However, they disturb each other's lives and lead to quarrels. I don't recommend this anyway. It is better to live in a shack on the battlefield."

After hearing this, Song Chaoyang nodded thoughtfully:

"Well...then I understand."

At this time, Lao Tan lit a cigarette and curiously asked Song Chaoyang:
"Why are you staying there? Our guest house is so nice, it's free."

"I don't live there." Song Chaoyang replied.

Lao Tantou immediately started to make up his mind and said:
"Oh...I understand, the target is the female teacher in the school?"

"What a great teacher. He is well-educated, gentle and virtuous. He is a perfect match for you."

After saying that, he frowned again:

"But they also have teachers' dormitories?"

Song Chaoyang smiled, waved his hand and asked him:
"Okay, stop guessing. Who are you looking for for the house that's 20 to 31 months old? Looking for the Cocoon Station?"

Upon hearing this, Lao Tantou immediately said:
"Just go to the street office over there. The Cocoon Station is managed by them."

He asked in disbelief:

"Would you like to rent that one?"

"I have this idea." Song Chaoyang nodded and confirmed.

Just listening to these four places, the only one Song Chaoyang was satisfied with was the front room.

Although it is a bit bigger, all conditions are very good.

And don’t think that 30 yuan a month is expensive now, but it will definitely be more than this price in the future.

The location of that place is good. When people realize that the policy is relaxed and business begins to recover, the price of the front house will definitely double.

After hearing what the old man said just now, Song Chaoyang's mind changed.

He felt that renting a house should not stop at finding a place for a little girl to live.

He should think about it later.

Whether you are doing business in the future or settling down in the county town, that front house is a very good place.

But his words changed in the ears of the old guard.

When Lao Tantou heard this, he immediately cursed:

You’re not pretending anymore, are you?
Good guy, you said you are not an official from the province! ?

Can rural farmers afford a rent of twenty to thirty-one months?
At this time, he had already confirmed in his heart that Song Chaoyang was the one from the province.

Last time I came here for a private visit in Weifu.

As for the letters of introduction shown to him, they were all specially made to deceive the old man.

The reason is to come over and see what the situation is like here.

Lao Tan patted his chest:

Ok!

Fortunately, old man, I didn’t go too far!

Of course Song Chaoyang didn't know that the old man had so many inner dramas.

He decided to go over and have a look at the store tomorrow if he had nothing to do. If he liked it, he would rent it.

By the way, I bought some daily necessities for the little girl.

You can move in directly when she comes.

Then Song Chaoyang thanked the old man, turned around and walked back to his room in the guest house.

About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on his door.

Song Chaoyang opened the door and found two editors, Jin and Wu, and three people standing at the door.

"Comrade Xiao Song, everyone is here, let's go." Editor Jin invited Song Chaoyang.

Song Chaoyang nodded and followed them out the door.

The place to eat is not far from here.

So we didn’t drive, and we all walked there together.

On the way, Editor Jin also introduced to Song Chaoyang one by one the colleagues from the publishing house who came together today.

There are two painters and one is responsible for the marketing manager.

Song Chaoyang could probably guess that these people might have contact with him later, so he was called to eat together.

So I greeted a few people warmly.

The group of people just walked out the door and headed towards their destination.

When passing by the guard room, Lao Tantou saw the scene of several big guys from the editorial department surrounding Song Chaoyang, which strengthened his inner thoughts.

Song Chaoyang followed them out of the editorial office, and after walking about four or five hundred meters, they came to a relatively high-end state-owned restaurant.

It says "Dongfeng Hotel".

There is also a sign hanging at the door, closed today.

Song Chaoyang stopped and looked at Editor Jin beside him with some curiosity.

This place is closed. I'm afraid I won't be able to eat this meal here.

Editor Jin probably saw Song Chaoyang's doubts, and he explained with a smile:
"This is our Dongfeng Publishing House's industry."

"It is open to the public during the day and used to entertain internal guests when there are guests."

After saying that, he walked forward and opened the door, beckoning everyone to come in.

Song Chaoyang suddenly realized it, and then he followed him into the house. Another middle-aged woman in her thirties came face to face.

As soon as he arrived, he pointed to the second floor towards Editor Jin and said:
"All the guests are here, in the private room on the second floor."

Editor Jin nodded:
"Well, let me know and the food will be served later."

Then he turned to Song Chaoyang, pointed at the outcrop with a smile, and invited:

"Comrade Xiao Song, please go ahead."

"Our colleagues in the literary circles in the county are waiting for you."

(End of this chapter)