Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 51 Pen
"My friend told me that your school is very strict." Yan Hui repeated a few times and then pointed at the market. "How about I take you around?"

"The last time I came here, it was packed. Is it closed now?" Qu Xiaoqin wasn't angry. She was straightforward and noticed the problem. "You said you were doing timber business here. Come on, let's see what's going on."

"Okay, take a look around." Seeing that Qu Xiaoqin no longer asked about the previous matters, Yan Hui nodded and led her inside.

Yan Hui wasn't afraid of Qu Xiaoqin. If she hadn't gone to the police academy, he might have gone there for a visit. But Yan Hui wasn't interested in places like the police academy.

While walking on the road, Yan Hui and Qu Xiaoqin chatted briefly and soon arrived at his second brother's place.

Yan Hui is now the foreman and has the key to one of the warehouses. He opened the warehouse casually and found more than a dozen cubic meters of logs inside, which looked empty.

"This is where I move the wood," Yan Hui pointed around. "The warehouse over here and the store over there belong to our boss, Uncle Li. I'm moving the wood here."

"Didn't you say you were a timber boss?" Qu Xiaoqin looked suspicious. She didn't think Yan Hui's identity was bad, but it was obviously a lie.

"That day at the police station, if I hadn't said that, do you think I could have bought this ginseng from the police?" Yan Hui didn't think it was a big deal. "Well, I do have a small business, but compared to Uncle Li, it's nothing."

"What's your business?"

"I'll give it to you." Yan Hui suddenly thought of something and said directly, "It's a trade secret!"

"Okay, then I won't ask." Qu Xiaoqin seemed a little more mature after a few months of college. "Actually, none of this matters. The main thing is that I just want to thank you!"

As she spoke, Qu Xiaoqin took out a pen from her pocket: "I've prepared this gift a long time ago. I've always wanted to give it to you, but I couldn't find you."

"What is this?" Yan Hui took the pen in confusion and found that "police" was written on it.

"The fountain pen from our school! This pen is so useful that I wanted to give you one! Didn't I see your handwriting was pretty good last time?" Qu Xiaoqin said with a big smile.

"Huh?" Yan Hui's handwriting was actually okay, but it was definitely not as good as Qu Xiaoqin's. He didn't know how to respond, but he finally took it over with great gratitude, saying, "It was really a piece of cake last time."

"You are a pretty good person." Qu Xiaoqin finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Yan Hui accept the pen.

Yan Hui really likes fountain pens. He has his own fountain pen, but he has never been willing to buy a good one. This pen is of better quality than his own, so of course he has to keep it well.

After accepting the pen, Yan Hui suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are you assigned a job at this university? Will you become a police officer directly in the future?"

"Well, our school assigns work."

"That's good, but I've never seen a policeman wearing glasses. You'll be a cultured policeman in the future."

"Does that mean other police officers are uneducated?" Qu Xiaoqin found it amusing and shook her head. "Logically, the police academy doesn't accept people with myopia."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"There are very few people in our school who wear glasses. I'm probably the only one with a high prescription like mine."

"What do you mean? Your school doesn't allow people with myopia to go?"

"Well, usually not."

"Then how did you get in?" Yan Hui spoke frankly. "My dad was a martyr, and my scores were high, so I was considered a special admission."

"Martyr!" Yan Hui stood in awe. "No wonder you're so straightforward. It seems your father is just like that."

"Hahaha, my classmates also say that I have a straightforward personality. Of course, few people know that my father is a martyr." Qu Xiaoqin did not feel sad.

"You are really amazing."

"You're quite impressive. You came to the Northeast alone, and you have the key here. You must be a foreman, right? You also have a mysterious business. It's really impressive. How old are you?"

"Haha, I hope you don't think I lied to you." As he said that, Yan Hui took Qu Xiaoqin out of the door, locked the warehouse, and then took Qu Xiaoqin to the east gate to eat.

"There's a bun stall over here that makes delicious buns. Eat as many as you can. I'll treat you." Yan Hui said, pointing to the bun stall in the distance.

"Okay, it's your treat. Next time you come to our school, I'll treat you."

"Can you enter your school casually?"

"Sure, but our school isn't very interesting. I heard there's a college offering police dog training in just two years, but it's a shame I won't be able to catch up."

"Okay, I'll come find you when I have time."

"it is good."

The two of them didn't talk much, but they both ate several buns. It was freezing cold, and poor kids often have poor appetites. Yan Hui ate four in one go, and Qu Xiaoqin ate three. These were huge Northeastern buns, each one the size of a palm.

Qu Xiaoqin's father died young and left little behind. Although they received some allowances, they were never enough. For Qu Xiaoqin, the biggest influence her father left on her was his personality: straightforward but not without brains. Now that Qu Xiaoqin has been attending the police academy for a few months, Yan Hui feels that she has grown a lot, but he can't quite put his finger on it.

After dinner, Yan Hui sent Qu Xiaoqin to the bus and went back to fiddle with his pen.

After returning to his residence, Yan Hui took out the pen and opened it. He found that the ink cartridge of this pen was very high-end. It was not just a soft rubber, but covered with a layer of iron shell. There was also a press device in the iron shell, which could squeeze out all the ink from the side at once.

It's fun.

Yan Hui couldn't wait to try out the new pen. Just as he was about to insert the pen, he suddenly hesitated.

The ink in his fountain pen is the kind that costs only a few cents. The ink often gets clogged when he writes, and the color isn't very nice either.

After thinking about it, he finally went out and went to Uncle Four Eyes's store. He spent 1.5 yuan to buy a bottle of Hero brand ink. Then he ran back excitedly, opened the ink bottle with a sense of ritual, sucked it up, and then found some paper to try it out.

Really useful!

After getting a good pen and ink, Yan Hui thought about writing letters to people again.

I thought about it and realized that if I wrote a letter to my younger sister, I wouldn't know if the holiday would be over by the time I sent it. So I took out a pen and wrote a letter to my second child, scolding him profusely. Only then did I feel better. After all, high school's holiday was late, so my second child would definitely receive it!

After writing the letter, Yan Hui was still full of energy. He walked quickly towards Bureau 724.

Originally, Yan Hui thought that there was nothing to do today, but since he was going to the 724th Bureau, he could sing some songs there and take a walk around the bridge tunnel. If there was a performance today, he could also go to the Grand Theater to watch it!
(End of this chapter)