The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 64 A new storm has emerged
Back in the office, Zhang Hongbo's old face was as gloomy as a shoe insole in the rain, so gloomy that water could be wrung out of it.

He pressed the Seaside Daily with the edge of the enamel pot, and soon heard the sound of Liberation shoes stepping on the concrete floor getting closer and closer.

So he put the iron kettle on the chair for guests in the office, sat on the office chair himself, picked up a pencil and pretended to carefully review the study briefing on "Learning from the Dedication Spirit of Martyr Tao Naizhi".

There was a knock on the door, and he said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Zhu Tao popped up and said, "Director Zhang, we can't find our Captain Qian."

Zhang Hongbo, who was putting on airs, wanted to curse.

He unbuttoned the top button of his Dacron shirt, took a deep breath, and said, "Could he still fly? Keep looking!"

After a while, there were steady and powerful footsteps approaching and knocking on the door again.

Zhang Hongbo said seriously, "Come in."

Old Zhou from the boiler room pushed open the door and asked, "Director, why haven't you gone to heat up the food yet? Aren't you eating lunch today?"

Zhang Hongbo bent a pencil and smiled: "Eat, eat later, you go out first."

Lao Zhou said: "Then hurry up, boiler room..."

"Get rid of it!" Zhang Hongbo couldn't suppress his anger and his tone changed.

Old Zhou left with his neck shrunk.

Zhang Hongbo cursed and got up to pour water.

He brought the thermos to his side, and Qian Jin's voice rang out: "Is Director Zhang here?"

Zhang Hongbo couldn't help but look out the window: Is this guy watching his movements from outside?

He no longer had the heart to fight, so he sighed and said, "Yes, come in."

Qian Jin came in and sat down, lunch box in hand: "I just went to eat, Director, are you looking for me?"

"Xiao Qian." Zhang Hongbo blew on the tea leaves in the cup. "How's work going lately?"

Qian Jin said, "It's pretty good."

Zhang Hongbo nodded and asked:

"I won't beat around the bush. You've seen the situation of the commandos out there. They came to the organization to make a request, saying they want to establish a position as the chief captain of the labor commando team..."

I deliberately left the words half-sentenced.

He filled his silence with the ticking of the clock in the corner.

Qian Jin was also silent.

He looked up at the chest of drawers, where the leader seemed to be looking at him through a glass frame. He suddenly stood up and saluted solemnly.

Zhang Hongbo was very angry about his behavior.

Yet he had to applaud this behavior.

Angrier.

Qian Jin sat down and looked at him.

He continued in silence.

There was silence in the office for a moment.

Finally, Qian Jin couldn't help but burp and said with a wry smile, "I ate too much at noon."

Zhang Hongbo was so angry that he almost suffered from alkali poisoning.

He's still hungry here!

So he didn't wait any longer, cleared his throat and said:

"The labor commando is a team that serves our street. It's an old organization that was established in Haibin City after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The first labor commando was established on Taishan Road in 1955. To this day, there has been no such thing as a captain."

"Even if such a position exists, I think the chief captain must have extensive experience and be fully aware of the situation in our street."

"And you've just returned to the city, so you still have a lot to learn, right?"

"Besides, being a captain carries a heavy responsibility. It would be hard to explain if something went wrong."

"So, in my opinion, I think we should wait a little longer on this captaincy issue."

Qian Jin suddenly realized: "Comrades want to elect me as the captain?"

Zhang Hongbo smiled and said, "Actually, the organization has similar ideas, but..."

"Isn't that perfect?" Qian Jin interrupted his 'but', "The comrades elected me as the captain, and the organization is also considering me as the captain."

"To be honest, Director, I also led a team when I was supporting agriculture. Organizing everyone to work and solving various problems were no problem for me."

"I think I'm quite capable of leading a team!"

Zhang Hongbo is a smart man. He saw the other party's performance and said:

"Qian Jin, Captain, forget it. This matter isn't up to you or your commandos."

"I called you here today to tell you, don't have this idea. The organization doesn't agree!"

Qian Jin leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "Okay, Director Zhang, let's be frank about this."

"I'm not ungrateful, but since my comrades elected me, I can't go and tell them I don't accept their kindness, right?"

Zhang Hongbo asked, "What do you mean? You want me to go and tell it?"

Qian Jin shook his head: "No, I can go."

"But I personally want to make a request to the organization."

"Room 204 next door to me has been vacant for a long time. This is a huge waste of accommodation resources. I hope the organization can allocate that empty house to me."

This is his purpose!
He had long known that Zhang Hongbo disliked him and would not give him more power.

So even though the commandos tried to recommend him to be the captain twice, he did not hold out any hope for it.

It would be great if we could gain some benefit from this matter!

You must know that unless there are special circumstances, Zhang Hongbo will not give him any benefits.

As he thought.

Zhang Hongbo immediately refused: "That house belongs to Du Daozui, how can I give it to someone else?"

Qian Jin said, "But Du Daozui and his family can't come back."

"Her two brothers were sentenced, and her husband was fired from the factory. He won't be back on the streets!"

Zhang Hongbo naturally knew the situation.

He weighed the pros and cons again and again, and finally said, "Okay, hand over the house tomorrow. I'll notify Du Daozui's family to come and pack up in the afternoon!"

The next day, before dawn, there were noises next door again: the clanging of cleaning. Qian Jin opened the door to see.

The heads of other people on the same floor were sticking out of their doors.

The pale moonlight shone through the window at one end of the corridor, making the dark corridor blurry.

There were heads hanging at every door, some with two or three heads stacked together.

It's like a night shift ward.

Du Daozui and his wife, as well as the elderly people in their family, all came. They may have asked relatives for help and packed up their things swiftly.

Du Daozui, who used to be the most noisy and domineering person in the building, has now changed a lot.

Her hair, which was always meticulously kept, was now a mess, even clinging to cobwebs.

Her previous proud expression disappeared, and she became silent and wooden.

Qian Jin was soft-hearted. Although Du Daozui deserved his fate, he still couldn't bear to see it.

So he closed the door and said to Zhang Aijun, "Go to bed quickly. This is your last night in my house."

Zhang Aijun has good sleep quality.

When he heard that nothing was wrong, he closed his eyes and started snoring.

Qian Jin is like an old cat lying on a salted fish pillow—he can’t sleep.

I can only keep my eyes open all night long.

All the things in Room 204 were moved out before dawn.

Qian Jin couldn't help laughing as he stood in this house with the same layout and area as his own.

Life is really interesting.

Du Daozui originally wanted to occupy his house, but in the end it was he who occupied Du Daozui's house.

He thought he had gotten a great deal.

However, after a few days, things were different.

On the morning of the 10th, Zhang Aijun knocked on Qian Jin's door and said, "Leader, come and see."

Qian Jin asked before even looking: "Where does the smell come from?"

Zhang Aijun pointed to the door of room 204.

There was stinky shrimp paste splashed on the door!
On the wall next to it was a white paper banner made of stinky shrimp paste:
Households that have encroached on collective assets!
Qian Jin tore off the paper, and his face turned into a towel in the rain, from which water could be wrung out.

Liu Dajia saw that something was wrong and winked at his younger brothers, who quickly came to clean up with old newspapers and buckets.

Zhang Aijun said: "I fell asleep last night, but I won't sleep tonight. Let's see who's causing trouble!"

Qian Jin shook his head: "Even if we catch him, what can we do? It will only make things more embarrassing!"

He figured it out quickly.

He was indeed not in the right in this matter.

The house is a collective housing on the street. Now most people's houses in the city are very small and their personal living conditions are very poor.

Take their building for example, many families have six or seven people living in two rooms, and the average living area per person is only four or five square meters.

As a result, Qian Jin lived in a house himself and arranged a house for his friend in the countryside. How could this not make people jealous?
Qian Jin was thinking about this matter while at work.

In fact, when he moved into Room 205, many people had objections, otherwise Du Daozui would not have wanted to drive him away so righteously.

However, by accident, Qian Jin brought the four little ones home.

Only now did he realize that Sixiao's mother, Li Xiaomei, had helped him in private.

She told her neighbors that Qian Jin saw that her family lived in poor conditions, so he followed his style and lent her a room to raise his child.

Liu Youniu and his wife helped many people in the building, so with Li Xiaomei's explanation, the neighbors could understand this matter.

Now that Qian Jin has simply occupied Room 204, Li Xiaomei’s explanation is useless!

Qian Jin was somewhat annoyed.

There are many tricks in the city!

He still hasn't fully integrated into this era and doesn't have a thorough understanding of many current situations.

Just like it was not just Du Daozui's family that was eyeing 205, now it is not just him who is eyeing 204!

He took up 204, and others had opinions.

Seeing that he was distracted, Zhu Tao asked, "Captain Qian, what's wrong with you? You don't seem to be in the right mental state today."

Qian Jin didn't hide anything from his friends and told them what happened in the morning.

Zhou Yaozu next to him seemed to be hesitant to speak.

When Qian Jin noticed this, he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yaozu said:

"There have been some rumors about you in our community recently. They say that you drove the Du Daozui family away in order to take over their house."

He was a sincere man, and he quickly added:

"Of course I know this is nonsense, and I tried to explain it to you, but to be honest, I'm afraid it won't help."

The others heard this and spoke up:
"This rumor has also appeared in our community. There's also a rumor that you gave a gift to the Housing Authority, and Wei Xiangmi secretly gave you 204 points."

"The rumor over there is that Captain Qian, you're still going to occupy House 206. They say your brother and sister are coming back to the city, so you're taking over the house ahead of time..."

"I was just about to talk about this. Yesterday, when I went to the boiler room to get water, several people said, Captain Qian, you're acting like a bourgeois young master, living in multiple rooms, raising a few children as henchmen, and hiring a strong man from the countryside as a bodyguard..."

Qian Jin's face looked even uglier.

Feng Guangyuan pulled him aside and whispered, "I've heard the rumor too. It suddenly appeared in the past two days."

"I don't mean to stir up trouble, Captain Qian. This is definitely someone behind the scenes, otherwise there wouldn't be rumors spreading across so many communities at the same time!"

Qian Jin nodded slowly.

He thought he had won a game against Zhang Hongbo.

Now it seems that winning first is not winning.

The old fox acted cleverly and dug a hole for himself with his actions.

He is in danger.

(End of this chapter)