The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 50 Visiting the Section Chief's House

After handing over the robbers, Qian Jin followed the truck back to the city.

When they arrived at Taishan Road, Qiao Jinbu helped him unload the car. He shook his hand vigorously as he shook it: "Boss, from now on, whether you need the car or need anything else, please ask someone to go to Wuyun to find Qiao Jinbu."

This connection is very useful.

Nowadays, drivers, especially those who can transport goods everywhere, are very popular. They all have national food coupons tied on their belts and approval slips from various units in their pockets.

So Qian Jin deliberately kept Qiao Jinbu for a while, so that the gossipy old men and women on the street could see that he had a friend who rode on four wheels.

After seeing off Qiao Jinbu, Qian went in to lead the team to work, and told the members of the second team to go to his house for seafood at noon.

Wang Dong, Zhao Bo, Mi Gang and other leaders begged for free meals:
"Captain Qian, you will soon be the captain of our assault team. You cannot treat our brothers differently. We are all class comrades and revolutionary comrades!"

Qian Jin asked, "Director Zhang, can you let me be the captain?"

Wang Dong said casually: "You have to give in even if you don't want to. Our society advocates democracy. You are the captain elected by us democratically..."

"Captain Qian, how did you offend Director Zhang?" Mi Gang wondered. "It's not a big deal. We're not regular employees. Even if you become captain, you won't get any more salary or benefits. Why would he hold you back?"

They were chatting when Wei Xiangmi came out and called out, "Captain Qian, Chief Huang wants you to come over."

Qian Jin knew it was about what happened in the morning, so he ran over.

Huang Yongtao looked him up and down.

Cheng Hua looked at him with admiration.

Qian Jin spoke frankly: "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into two robbers on the way back to the city."

Cheng Hua sighed and said, "It's nothing to encounter. The security in the city and the countryside is not good now. There are many thieves and robbers."

"What's amazing about you is that no matter if they're thieves or robbers, they'll be defeated if we encounter them—this time they have guns!"

Huang Yongtao couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

Qian Jin was vague. He couldn't say that he had bought an annual membership card at a gym in his previous life.

He had no choice but to come up with a panacea: "When I went to the countryside, I practiced a few tricks with the old revolutionaries."

Huang Yongtao clapped his hands: "I told you so!"

Qian Jin realized that they had no serious business in calling him here.

So he said that the labor commando was still working and he couldn't leave, invited the two to have seafood at noon, and then quickly ran away:

He was afraid that Huang Yongtao would ask him to show off his skills on the spot.

What will he do then?
Should I use Brother Biao's Eagle Scratching Technique or do some radio gymnastics?
Liu Wangcai and his wife are honest people. They prepared a large variety and quantity of seafood for him. It was not just that he picked up the bucket himself.

So even though there were many people at noon, there was enough food.

Qian Jin also prepared some cold dishes as a side dish. Huang Yongtao, Pang Laifu and Cheng Hua, who were dining there for the first time, enjoyed the meal very much.

Many residents in the building saw him always inviting friends to come over for dinner, and couldn't help but come to his door and ask, "Xiao Qian, where do you get all these delicious foods?"

Qian Jin spoke frankly: "Whenever I have free time, I go to the countryside to support agriculture. People give me vegetables, and I catch seafood from the sea."

Some people still don't believe it.

They think there is something wrong with the money coming in.

How could a normal person have so much money and tickets to eat and drink lavishly?

However, big breasts are better than good looks, and facts speak louder than words.

The director and deputy director of the street security office are both guests here.

If there is a problem, can the security guards hang out with him?
In the afternoon, more news reached these people's ears:
When Qian Jin went to the countryside, he caught two gangs of robbers. He fought ten of them alone and took them all down. He will soon start working at the police station and become a formal security officer...

After get off work in the evening, Qian Jin heard the rumor about the export-to-domestic sales.

He scoffed at this, packed up his things and went out to find Lin Hai on Wudang Mountain Road.

Lin Hai lived in the dormitory building of the supply and marketing department. The environment was very good, with old sycamore trees that could be hugged by one person on both sides of the street.

The autumn wind blows, and the withered yellow sycamore leaves slowly fall.

Qian Jin stood in front of Unit 102 of Building 1, clutching a canvas bag. The cement steps shone with a cold light, and the smell of salted fish baked in a coal stove wafted through the corridor, unlike the slum compound where the smell of urine was mixed in.

He climbed the stairs counting the brass house numbers, and finally stopped at 301 and knocked on the door.

A pretty woman opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Lin Hai was reading a magazine on the sofa in the living room. He turned around and stood up when he heard the voice: "Comrade Qian Jin?!"

Qian Jin smiled and nodded: "Chief Lin, I have something to ask you."

The smile on Lin Hai's face suddenly became stiff.

Looking at the canvas bag in his hand, his smile became even more perfunctory: "Oh, please come in, and tell me what you want to say slowly."

Qian Jin walked in and took a quick look, and he had a clear idea of ​​the Lin family's layout.

The families of the cadres of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative are different.

There is no peculiar smell as soon as you enter the door, but a fresh scent mixed with mothballs and soap.

The cement floor is painted with red checkered patterns, and the entrance hall is paved with rare mosaic floor tiles.

A Red Lantern brand radio with an antenna was placed on the plywood chest of drawers. On the wall behind it was the 1975 certificate for advanced worker in the supply and marketing system and a large family photo of Lin Hai wearing a Type 65 military uniform.

Lin Hai was sitting on a faux leather sofa with a glass silk scarf covering the backrest. The pattern on it was exquisite, but the style didn't look Chinese.

Qian Jin gestured to change his shoes.

Mrs. Lin spoke softly, "You don't need to change your shoes." She was afraid that the shoes would smell bad after she took them off, so she decided to leave some mud prints on the ground.

Lin Hai seemed to pick up the thermos of peony flowers and pour water into the teacup.

Qian Jin thanked him.

Lin Hai glanced at the canvas bag and said, "You helped me last time at the State-owned Restaurant No. 2. If you need anything this time, I'll definitely help if I can."

"But if you take the things back, it will make me make a mistake."

Qian Jin acted astonished and said, "Your sister asked me to bring this to you."

"Oh, that's right. I'm a model of supporting agriculture in our city. I went to the countryside again during the two-day National Day holiday."

"Then I happened to talk to your cousin, Comrade Su Xianghong. She learned that I knew you and asked me to bring you something."

The canvas bag was filled with the same things wrapped in old newspapers.

There are boiled and dried salted peanuts, plump dried shrimps, shiny shrimp skins, and so on.

There was also two pairs of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles wrapped in an old newspaper, and the hemp rope used for the soles was mixed with straw.

After hearing these words and seeing what was taken out, Lin Hai's face showed obvious surprise.

Qian Jin opened another paper bag, which contained some dried sea cucumbers. "She asked me to give these to you. She gave these to her sister-in-law, saying she wanted her sister-in-law to make soup with them for nourishment."

Lin Hai's face flushed.

He rubbed the salt grains on the newspaper with his fingers and sighed, "Silly girl, what could I possibly lack in the city?"

Mrs. Lin, who was about to enter the bedroom, changed her attitude when she saw this. She went to get a wet towel and handed it to Qian Jin:

"Comrade Qian, wipe your face. I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way."

The towel smells like soap mixed with shampoo. These days, almost all shampoos in Haibin City are Seagull brand, and they smell great.

Lin Hai went to make him a cup of malted milk.

His hospitality became warm, his smile welcoming: "How is my sister's family?"

Qian Jin knew that he would definitely ask about Su Xianghong's family situation, so when he visited her, he carefully looked at the house and learned about her life in detail.

He said: "The west wing was leaking, and there was a storm this year. Her house was repaired and is generally in good condition."

Hearing this, Lin Hai sighed: "My sister's old house is in bad condition. The west wing has been leaking for a long time."

"She said she wanted to have it repaired and asked me to get some information for her. I forgot about it. I'm afraid she must be upset."

The two chatted about Su Xianghong's family situation.

As the topic went on, it naturally turned to Qian Jin.

Lin Hai was quite impressed when he learned that Qian Jin served in both the Labor Commando and the Public Security Commando:
"It seems that both the street and the police station recognize your abilities."

"But neither of these places is a place for young people to stay for long. Do you have any ideas about work?"

Qian Jin joked, "I have a lot of ideas, but they're hard to realize, like joining a supply and marketing cooperative as a buyer or salesperson."

Lin Hai said: "It's really not easy. To be honest, the jobs in our unit are very popular right now. Normally it's hard to recruit people, and we've had a lot of problems in this regard."

He explained it to Qian Jin in a joking manner.

Some workers used their connections to forge documents such as the supply and marketing cooperative's recruitment form and the certificate of return of educated youth to the city, and then got through multiple links such as the public security office and the archives bureau, and finally joined the supply and marketing cooperative.

As a result, this year the supply and marketing system launched a campaign to expose, criticize and investigate him, and he was found out.

Now that was bad, he lost his job and could no longer be a worker. The couple was separated and he was sent to the countryside to become educated youth.

There are also people who impersonate others.

There was an old employee in their unit whose daughter was supposed to take over, but his daughter died in an accident.

A neighborhood committee director asked his sister to return to the city urgently and pretend to be the daughter of an old employee to take over.

As a result, the matter was reported, he lost his job, and the old employees were also punished.

Qian Jin asked, "Is there no legal channel?"

Lin Hai pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, there are. Generally speaking, you try to be a temporary worker first, and then accumulate experience by doing work instead of work, and then wait for the recruitment quota."

He gave Qian Jin an example.

Last year, on Wudang Mountain Road, a returned urban youth who had been sent to a farm in Northeast China to work in the countryside was recommended by the director of the subdistrict office and entered the district supply and marketing cooperative as a temporary warehouse manager.

This summer, heavy rain damaged the roof of a warehouse. The educated youth was commended for his meritorious service in rescuing supplies and was promoted to a purchasing agent last month.

Qian Jin was tempted.

But Lin Hai was embarrassed: "There are very few quotas for such temporary workers."

After hesitating for a while, he leaned closer to Qian Jin and said:

"There was a driver in the Commercial Bureau whose brother was also a returned urban youth. He contacted the leader of our unit and used national food coupons to get a three-month trial period at a commune supply and marketing cooperative."

"A commune secretary from another province asked his son to fill in the position of a deceased employee at a county department store. The price he paid was huge. He gave 50 kilograms of peanut oil and a Forever bicycle to the families of several department store leaders."

Qian Jin's eyes lit up.

Comrade Lu Xun said it well, there are no roads in the world, but when more people walk on it, it becomes a road.

Now, hasn’t the path that our predecessors walked appeared?

(End of this chapter)