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Chapter 207, Section 206: Marriage Negotiation. Xiao Hai's Father. Methods of Repaying Kindness. The Chu Family's Gratitude.
Yang Guangming helped Yue Yarong, who was still somewhat agitated, sit down again and poured her half a cup of hot tea.

Yue Yarong took the teacup, her hands trembling slightly, causing the tea in the cup to ripple.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her turbulent emotions, but her gaze remained fixed on Yang Guangming, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him.

Her eyes were still red, but she managed to force a smile, a mixture of relief and gratitude on her lips.

"Comrade Guangming, thank you so much... thank you so much." Her voice was still choked with emotion, but it was much calmer than before. "Our whole family... doesn't know how to repay this kindness."

Yue Yarong spoke each word with extra force, as if only in this way could she express even a fraction of her gratitude.

Yang Guangming quickly waved his hand, his tone sincere and humble: "Auntie, you really are exaggerating. In that situation, anyone would have gone down to save her."

My friend and I just happened to be there and did what we were supposed to do. Please don't bring up anything about repaying us; we really can't accept that.

His gaze was clear and sincere, without the slightest hint of arrogance, only a heartfelt composure, which made his words particularly persuasive.

Yue Xingguo nodded, sighed with emotion, and his eyes were full of admiration for the young man.
"Guangming is right, we appreciate your kindness. But our Yue family will never forget this life-saving grace."

Ya Rong, don't get too excited, the children are watching.

Today is a wonderful day to discuss Yaoyao and Xinlei's big day. It's double happiness, we should be happy!

He patted his sister on the shoulder, his tone gentle.

Yue Xinlei's mother wiped her eyes, repeatedly agreeing, her voice trembling with joy:
"Yes, yes, I'm so happy! What an incredible coincidence! Who would have thought that the benefactor who saved the soldier is right in front of me, and is about to become my family!"
This is truly a match made in heaven!

Her words expressed the sentiments of everyone present, and a strange sense of destiny flowed in the air.

Zhang Xiuying was all smiles at this moment. The subtle pressure she felt from her in-laws' high status had long since vanished, replaced by an indescribable sense of pride and peace of mind.

Looking at her youngest son, she felt that he had truly brought honor to the family.

Zhang Xiuying held Yue Yarong's hand and said affectionately, "Yarong, look at this mess. It was supposed to be a good thing, but it made you cry."

Wipe away your tears and have a sip of tea to calm yourself down.

What does this mean? It means our two families are destined to be together!
Xinlei and Yaoyao are destined to be together, and Mingming saving Xiaobing is an even greater destiny!

Her words were warm and down-to-earth, carrying the shrewdness and straightforwardness unique to women from Shanghai, instantly bridging the gap between them.

Li Guihua chimed in with a smile, deftly refilling everyone's cups with hot water: "That's right! Auntie, please try this tea. It's a really good tea that Mingming brought especially for you. It smells wonderful."

From now on, we're family, so please don't stand on ceremony."

As the eldest daughter-in-law, she always paid attention to the atmosphere at the table, adding tea and water as needed, and taking care of everyone.

The atmosphere warmed up again, and after this incident, the relationship between the two families was brought closer together, with a sense of true family harmony flowing in the private room.

The previous subtle formalities and probing disappeared, replaced by heartfelt closeness and recognition.

Xiaobing insisted on changing seats and squeezed into an empty chair next to Yang Guangming.

Although he was still somewhat shy and didn't talk much, he would occasionally steal a glance at Yang Guangming, his eyes filled with trust and affection.

It was a gaze that bordered on worship, as if Yang Guangming were his hero.

He would occasionally and carefully push the untouched plate of snacks in front of him toward the sunlight, a small gesture that would bring a knowing smile to the adults' faces.

Yue Yarong's emotions gradually calmed down, and a relieved smile appeared on her face as she looked at her son sitting with Yang Guangming.

She turned to Zhang Xiuying and Yang Yongkang, her tone even more sincere and warm: "Brother Yang, Sister Xiuying, we were supposed to be discussing Yaoyao and Xinlei's wedding today, but I never expected to meet Xiaobing's savior again. I'm so overwhelmed with emotion." She gently shook her head, seemingly still processing this huge surprise.

She paused, looked at Yue Xingguo and Yue Xinlei's mother, and the three exchanged glances. Only after receiving confirmation did she continue:
"Since it's such a wonderful coincidence, I think we should settle things for the two children as soon as possible. I wonder if you two have any specific ideas about the children's marriage?"

Her attitude became proactive and eager, clearly wanting to express her family's sincerity and gratitude through this matter.

Zhang Xiuying had been eagerly awaiting these words, and immediately replied, her voice filled with joy: "Ya Rong, what you said really resonated with me!"

We've discussed it at home, and we're completely satisfied and at ease with Xinlei!

As long as the children are willing, we adults will definitely give our full support!

As she spoke, she looked at Yue Xinlei with loving eyes, growing more and more fond of her the more she looked.

She looked at Yang Yongkang, who nodded steadily in agreement. Although he didn't talk much, every statement he made carried the weight of a head of the family.

With support, Zhang Xiuying felt more confident and said with a smile, "As for the specifics... we think that according to the old customs, the proper etiquette should not be omitted."

Although extravagance and waste are discouraged in the new society, the proper sentiments must still be expressed.

"We can sit down and discuss the betrothal gifts and dowry among our two families. We must ensure our children have a grand and respectable occasion."

Her words were reasonable and persuasive, expressing her stance while also leaving room for discussion.

Zhang Xiuying changed the subject, her tone inquiring: "It's about the timing... Ya Rong, in-laws, when do you think would be a good time to hold the ceremony?"
If we start making preparations now, buying things and getting the house ready, it will take at least half a year.

I think it would be more appropriate to hold the wedding for the two of them on a good day next spring when the weather gets warmer.

She calculated the time, and a long list of preparations began to form in her mind.

Yue Xingguo hesitated for a moment, his thick fingers tapping lightly on the table as he looked at Yue Yarong and his wife. Although he held a high position, he still respected his wife's opinions when it came to family matters.

Mrs. Gao nodded gently, and Yue Yarong smiled, clearly satisfied with the suggestion.

Yue Yarong spoke up again: "Sister Xiuying is very thoughtful. It would be great after the start of spring. I think... how about we set it for Labor Day next year?"
The festival is lively and has a good meaning, symbolizing two young people working together to create a better life.

There are about four or five months in total, which should be enough time to prepare. Her reasoning was both sound and respectable, showing that she had put a lot of thought into it.

“May Day? Great! This is a good day! It’s both lively and auspicious!” Zhang Xiuying was overjoyed when she heard this and immediately agreed. “What do you think, in-laws?” She looked at Yue Xingguo and Gao’s mother, her joy almost overflowing.

Yue Xingguo and his wife naturally had no objections and nodded with smiles in agreement.

Yang Yongkang also spoke, his voice steady: "May Day is good. There's enough time, and the weather is suitable."

Things progressed unexpectedly smoothly. Yang Guangyao and Yue Xinlei exchanged a glance, both seeing immense joy and shyness in each other's eyes.

Their hands clasped together secretly under the table, their hearts filled with sweetness.

Yang Guangyao felt his chest fill with an immense sense of happiness, almost to the point of bursting. Yue Xinlei lowered her head slightly, two red clouds rising on her cheeks, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"Then it's settled!" Zhang Xiuying slapped her thigh, beaming with joy. "Next May Day, we'll hold a wedding for the two children!" She made the final decision, her voice loud and full of happiness.

With the overall situation settled, the atmosphere became even more relaxed and pleasant.

The parents of both sides exchanged opinions on some general frameworks of the wedding, such as how many tables to hold, whether to hold it in a restaurant or invite close neighbors and coworkers at home, etc.

Everyone was enthusiastic and offered suggestions as they discussed these details, as if they could already see the lively and joyous wedding.

As for more specific details, such as the specific contents of the betrothal gifts, the specifications of the dowry, and how to decorate the new house, these were not discussed in detail on this occasion. Both parties tacitly expressed that "everything is negotiable," "we will follow the rules," and "we will never wrong the children," and agreed to discuss them in detail at a later time.

This tacit understanding stems from the deep trust and closeness that has just been established.

The meal lasted until after 2 p.m., and the food on the table had long since gone cold, but everyone was in high spirits and excited, and no one cared about the food.

Tea was added to the pot again and again, and the conversation went from wedding preparations to the work and lives of the two families, and then to the new policies and new atmosphere of the country. The more they talked, the more they clicked.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Yang Ming quietly went out to settle the bill—which had originally been agreed upon beforehand to be paid by the Yang family—and then whispered a reminder to his father when he returned.

Yang Yongkang then realized how much time had passed and said to Yue Xingguo with a smile, "Secretary Yue, look, I was so happy that I didn't notice the time. Why don't we call it a day? You must be tired from your journey, so go back and rest this afternoon." His tone was apologetic, but his face still held a smile.

Yue Xingguo smiled and nodded, saying with lingering interest, "Yes, we had such a great chat, time really flew by."

Okay, that's all for today.

In short, now that the children's affairs are settled, we feel relieved. We'll schedule another time to discuss the follow-up matters in more detail.

He stood up, and the others followed suit.

Both families rose to their feet, followed by another round of lively greetings and farewells. They said "Goodbye," "Come visit again," and "Definitely," filling the small private room with warmth.

Yue Yarong held Yang Guangming's hand tightly again, repeatedly urging him to visit Jinling's home when he had time. Yang Guangming smiled and agreed, saying he would definitely visit.

The little soldier tugged at Yang Guangming's sleeve and whispered, "Goodbye, Brother Guangming." His eyes were full of reluctance and longing.

Yue Xinlei and Yang Guangyao walked at the back, talking quietly, their faces beaming with happiness and full of hope for the future.

The group of people walked downstairs and out of the "Spring Breeze and Pine Moon Pavilion".

The afternoon sun shone warmly on me, and the streets were bustling with people, full of life.

The three Yang brothers escorted the Yue family to the bus stop, watched them board the bus, and watched it drive away before turning around and walking back.

On the way back, everyone in the Yang family had an irrepressible excitement and smile on their faces.

The sunlight shone on the ancient street, seemingly especially favoring this joyful family.

Zhang Xiuying was radiant, her steps were light, and she seemed ten years younger, constantly muttering to herself:

"That's wonderful! That's wonderful! I never expected something like this to happen! Mingming, you've done a great job! Now, it's all settled, we've secured a wonderful wife like Xinlei! We can have the wedding next May Day, the timing is perfect!" The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Li Guihua smiled and joined in, taking her mother-in-law's arm: "Mom, can you rest assured now? This huge weight has finally been lifted off your shoulders."

Judging from Xinlei's attitude, she's incredibly devoted to our family! Yaoyao and Xinlei's lives will definitely be good from now on." As the eldest sister-in-law, she was genuinely happy for her brother-in-law.

Yang Guangyao chuckled sheepishly, scratched his head, his heart filled with immense happiness. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and just chuckled foolishly.

He felt as if his feet were floating on clouds.

Yang Guanghui held the sleeping Zhuangzhuang in his arms, a smile on his face, happy for his younger brother.

Although Yang Yongkang didn't talk much, he always had a comfortable smile on his lips, occasionally nodding and agreeing with his wife's words.

Seeing his family's happy faces warmed Yang Guangming's heart.

He could sense that his unintentional action two years ago had not only provided a solid guarantee for his brother's marriage, but also made the atmosphere at home more uplifting and hopeful.

The family chatted and laughed as they returned to their familiar Shikumen house.

Neighbors in the alleyway had already seen them return and were looking around curiously.

Mrs. Feng was hanging clothes out to dry at the door. She greeted them with a smile, "You're back? Looks like the talks went quite smoothly. Everyone's all smiles." She had a sharp eye and could tell the outcome at a glance.

Zhang Xiuying was filled with joy and wanted to share it, but since her in-laws were factory leaders, she remained mindful of her boundaries and simply said with a cheerful smile:
"Successfully! Successfully! Things are finally looking up for the children! We'll discuss the details later, later!"

Zhang Xiuying's beaming face made it clear to anyone that the outcome would be excellent. Mrs. Feng smiled knowingly and offered her congratulations repeatedly.

Back home, the excitement hadn't subsided.

Zhang Xiuying and Li Guihua immediately began to enthusiastically plan their wedding for May Day. They started by discussing what they needed to prepare, how many cloth and cotton coupons they still needed, what style of furniture they wanted, and how to repaint and decorate the house. They took out paper and pen and made a list of everything, discussing it animatedly.

Yang Guangyao was pulled into the discussion by his mother and sister-in-law, his face showing both anticipation and a bit of headache from the trivial matters. He wasn't good at these details, but listening to his mother and sister-in-law plan their future home, a warm feeling welled up inside him.

Yang Guangming and her father, Yang Yongkang, sat to one side, drinking tea and listening to their lively discussion. Yang Yongkang smoked his pipe, the smoke rising gently, his face appearing peaceful and content in the smoke.

Yang Yongkang said to Yang Guangming, "Mingming, you handled today's matter well. Remaining calm in the face of both honor and disgrace is the mark of someone destined for great things." His evaluation was brief yet powerful, carrying the unique pride and affirmation of a father.

Yang Guangming smiled and said calmly, "Dad, I just did something small, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

"Yes, it is a coincidence, but it is also your good fortune."

Yang Yongkang nodded and said earnestly, "From now on, you need to be more careful about your interactions with Secretary Yue's family and your aunt's family. It's good that they appreciate your kindness, but we can't lose our sense of propriety." He was reminding his son to stay clear-headed and not to lose his composure because of the other party's gratitude or status.

“I understand, Dad,” Yang Guangming replied solemnly. He understood the weight of his father’s words and the subtleties of interpersonal relationships.

The afternoon flew by amidst the family's excitement and planning. Around five o'clock in the evening, as the sun set, smoke rose from every household in the alley, and the sounds of pots and pans clattered all around.

Just as the Yang family was preparing dinner, they suddenly heard Yue Xinlei's familiar voice from downstairs: "Uncle, Aunt, we're here!"

Zhang Xiuying was startled and quickly walked to the window to look down.

As dusk settled at the alley entrance, Yue Xinlei stood there, followed by three people—Yue Yarong, and a middle-aged man and woman who looked to be around fifty years old, with distinguished bearing and well-dressed but unfamiliar faces.

Zhang Xiuying noticed that the middle-aged couple were carrying several high-end-looking gift boxes.

"Oh my! Xinlei and her aunt are here! And two other guests...who are they?"

Zhang Xiuying was both surprised and delighted. She quickly turned around and called into the house, raising her voice several octaves, "Old man, Yaoyao, Mingming, hurry! Xinlei and her aunt are here, and they've brought two guests with them! Come downstairs and greet them!"

As she spoke, she quickly tidied her clothes and hair.

The people inside were somewhat surprised and quickly put down their work, following Zhang Xiuying downstairs. The wooden stairs creaked under their feet, showing the family's urgency and importance.

As soon as they arrived downstairs, Yue Xinlei greeted them with a smile, her tone a mix of apology and excitement: "Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you. My aunt, Uncle He, and Aunt Liu would like to come over for a visit."

All eyes fell on the unfamiliar middle-aged couple.

The strangers, a man and a woman, appeared to be around fifty years old. The man was dressed in a sharp, dark Zhongshan suit, his top button fastened meticulously. He was tall, with a dignified face, a broad forehead, and a calm, powerful gaze, exuding an air of authority that commanded respect without anger. He was clearly a high-ranking official who had long held a position of power.

The woman wore a well-tailored gray wool coat and an elegant silk scarf. She had a gentle and virtuous demeanor, and a smile of eager gratitude on her face. In her hands, she carried several heavy-looking net bags and gift boxes, inside which were vaguely visible rare gifts such as malted milk powder, canned fruit, and high-end cigarettes and alcohol.

"Brother Yang, Sister Xiuying, I'm sorry to bother you."

Yue Yarong smiled and spoke, her tone even warmer and more intimate than in the afternoon, carrying the casualness of a true family, "We really came uninvited."

These two are Xiao Hai's parents, Comrade He Zhenzhong and his wife, Comrade Liu Yajuan.

Upon hearing that Mingming was the person who saved Xiaohai back then, they insisted on coming over immediately to thank him in person! Yue Yarong's words served as a perfect bridge.

He Zhenzhong stepped forward, his posture upright, and shook hands firmly with Yang Yongkang, who was closest to him.

His hands were broad and strong, and his handshake was crisp and decisive, displaying the style of a soldier.

His voice was loud and sincere, and his tone was genuine: "Master Yang, I apologize for disturbing you! I am He Zhenzhong. I just heard from Comrade Ya Rong today that the person who saved my Xiao Hai in the park two years ago was Comrade Yang Guangming!"
My husband and I are deeply grateful for this life-saving grace and must go to your home immediately to express our sincere thanks!

His gaze was bright and piercing as he looked directly at Yang Yongkang, filled with respect. Liu Yajuan's eyes were slightly red, and she was clearly more agitated.

She turned to Zhang Xiuying, grasped her hand tightly, and said in a choked voice, "Thank you, thank you so much! You've raised such a wonderful son! If it weren't for Comrade Guangming and Comrade Chu Dahu, my Xiaohai would have... I shudder to think about the consequences..."

She couldn't continue speaking, only repeating "thank you," tears welling up in her eyes. Even though two years had passed, the lingering fear and gratitude she felt remained incredibly real.

This unexpected influx of thank-yous caused the Yang family's shock, which had just begun to subside, to surge once more.

Zhang Xiuying and Yang Yongkang were caught off guard and could only say repeatedly, "Oh dear, this... this is too much trouble," and "Please come in, please come in."

Yang Guangming was also surprised, but he quickly calmed down and invited everyone to come inside and sit down.

The already cramped front building suddenly felt even more crowded, but also more lively and warm.

Yue Xinlei obediently went to help pour tea, while Li Guihua quickly carried Zhuangzhuang into the inner room and put him down. She then came out to arrange stools, busy but not chaotic.

After Yue Yarong's explanation, Yang Guangming and his family finally understood.

It turns out that the two children who fell into the park water the summer before last were Yue Yarong's son, Xiaobing, and this Comrade He Zhenzhong's son, Xiaohai.

He Zhenzhong and Xiaobing's father were old comrades-in-arms for many years, sharing a life-or-death bond.

A few years ago, He Zhenzhong transferred back to Shanghai to work, where he was assigned to an important department of the municipal government. Every summer, Xiaobing would return to Shanghai with his mother to visit relatives and would play with his good friend Xiaohai.

That day, the two of them slipped and fell into the lake while trying to retrieve a ball that had fallen in.

After the two children were rescued, both families were filled with lingering fear and immense gratitude. They tried to find out where their two saviors were, but because Yang Guangming and Chu Dahu had quietly left after the rescue and there weren't many people in the park at the time, they were unable to locate them.

This gratitude and regret for the fruitless search remained buried in the hearts of both families for two years.

Today, Yue Yarong recognized Yang Guangming and excitedly returned to her brother's house. She immediately called He Zhenzhong and his wife to tell them the wonderful news.

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. He Zhenzhong could no longer remain seated. This gratitude, which was two years overdue, could not wait any longer, so they immediately had Yue Yarong and Yue Xinlei lead the way, prepared generous gifts, and rushed over in a flurry.

“Comrade Guangming, you and Comrade Dahu are our two families’ great benefactors!” He Zhenzhong said solemnly, looking at Yang Guangming with genuine gratitude in his eyes. “We have always kept this kindness in our hearts. We have finally found you today, and half of the weight on our hearts has been lifted.”

His words were forceful and resonant, full of a soldier's frankness and sincerity.

Liu Yajuan wiped her eyes and added, her voice gentle yet full of strength: "Yes, these past two years, every time I see Xiaohai lively and energetic, I think of you two benefactors who haven't been found, and I feel both fortunate and guilty."

It's all good today! We finally found it! Thank you so much, Comrade Guangming!

Her gaze was filled with maternal gratitude, warmly enveloped by the bright sunlight.

Yang Guangming felt a little awkward from the fervent gratitude and quickly waved his hand, his attitude remaining humble: "Uncle He, Aunt Liu, you're too kind. It was really just a coincidence; anyone who saw it would have jumped in to save them. I'm glad Xiao Hai and Xiao Bing are alright."

He always attributed his success to coincidence and instinct, and this humility won He Zhenzhong's favor.

“You can’t say that.” He Zhenzhong shook his head, his attitude firm and his tone resolute. “To step forward in a time of crisis is the mark of a hero. We will remember this kindness for the rest of our lives.”

He Zhenzhong asked about the situation in more detail, and Yang Guangming simply recounted it, omitting some unimportant details and only emphasizing that the two worked together to save the person, highlighting the merit of his companion.

He Zhenzhong listened attentively, nodding from time to time, his expression solemn. Finally, he exclaimed with emotion, "What a stroke of luck! What a stroke of luck to have met you two good lads!"

He changed the subject and asked, "By the way, Guangming, how is Comrade Chu Dahu doing now? I heard from Xinlei that he went to the countryside?" Clearly, he had not forgotten another benefactor.

Mentioning Chu Dahu, Yang Guangming's expression became more serious, and his tone carried a hint of concern for his friend: "Yes, Uncle He. Hu Tou signed up to go to the countryside in northern Jiangsu two years ago, to the production team in his father's hometown."

He paused, then, thinking of the Chu family's situation, he sighed almost imperceptibly, and explained in detail:

"His family situation is quite difficult. He is the eldest son, with two younger brothers and a younger sister. His mother is in poor health and has a chronic illness, requiring her to take medication year-round. The family relies entirely on his father's meager salary, and he often has to work overtime."

After he left, the family lost half of its labor force, making life even more difficult.

Every time he wrote, he was thinking about home, and he would send home every penny he received as work points at the end of the year.

Yang Guangming's words were filled with concern for his friend's situation.

He Zhenzhong and Liu Yajuan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep sympathy and emotion. Liu Yajuan sighed softly, her eyes reddening again.

"He's a sensible and hardworking child." He Zhenzhong nodded, his tone full of praise, and pondered for a moment.

Given his status, it was only natural for him to repay kindness, and he wanted to put his gratitude into practice. After a moment's thought, he made his decision.

He Zhenzhong looked at Yang Guangming, his tone calm and decisive: "Mingming, how about this? I have two options for Comrade Dahu's future."

His words were clear and concise, demonstrating strong control and a determination to deliver on his promises.

All eyes were on He Zhenzhong, and everyone listened intently.

"First."

He Zhenzhong extended his index finger, his movements swift and decisive. "If Comrade Da Hu himself is willing to join the army and serve the country, I can help arrange it. At the latest, it should be no more than six months before he can put on his uniform."

The military is a great melting pot, the best way to train people, and it will also be very beneficial to his future development.

Given his performance and this friendship, if he performs well after joining the military, his chances of being promoted or even getting into military academy will be much greater than those of the average soldier.

The first path he offered was undoubtedly a golden road at that moment.

Yang Guangming's eyes lit up. Joining the army was definitely an excellent way out for the educated youth at that time, a way to change their fate. He was genuinely happy for his friend.

“Second,” He Zhenzhong held up a second finger, offering another option calmly, “If he doesn’t want to join the army for the time being, or prefers to return to the city, he can wait a little longer.” He understood the difference in personal wishes.

He Zhenzhong lowered his voice slightly, conveying an authority that only insiders possess:
"The country's policies are being gradually adjusted. The restrictions on educated youth returning to the cities are slowly being loosened."

Although a large-scale return to the cities is not yet possible, local authorities have begun to study and formulate special return policies for some educated youth with special difficulties, or those like Da Hu whose families are extremely poor and who have performed well.

The information he revealed brought hope to many people present.

"It is estimated that the relevant channels will become clearer in one or two years at most."

At that time, there will definitely be targeted recruitment quotas for returning workers.

Da Hu's family situation fully meets the criteria for "special hardship". I will keep a close eye on it, and as soon as the policy is released, I will definitely give him priority in applying for it.

"Let him go back to the city and get him a stable job; that shouldn't be a problem."

His commitment was specific and firm, and his attitude was sincere and pragmatic.

These words were extremely important to Chu Dahu, and they also put Yang Guangming's mind at ease.

Yang Guangming was genuinely happy for his friend. He knew that for someone of He Zhenzhong's status and position to make such a promise carried immense weight.

He immediately stood up and solemnly thanked He Zhenzhong on behalf of Chu Dahu, his tone full of gratitude: "Uncle He, thank you so much! I thank you on behalf of Hu Tou! This is such great news for their family! It has solved their biggest problem!"

He could almost imagine how overjoyed Chu Dahu and his family would be when they heard the news!

He Zhenzhong waved his hand, "No need to thank me, this is what we should do. Compared to the kindness you showed in saving my child, this little bit of help is nothing." He spoke of his repayment in a lighthearted manner, which only highlighted the depth of their friendship.

He Zhenzhong did not inquire further about Yang Guangming's personal situation; there was no need to.

Before he arrived, he had already learned enough about Yang Guangming's work and family from Yue Xinlei and Yue Yarong—the head of the finance department of Hongxing Factory, a section-level cadre, hardworking and down-to-earth, highly appreciated by his superiors, and with a bright future.

He Zhenzhong admires such a promising and upright young man and is willing to give him a push on his path to growth.

He changed the subject casually, bringing up another matter in a tone as natural as an elder caring for a nephew: "By the way, Guangming, you're a section chief now, and in a core department like the finance department, so you should be even more proactive in seeking advancement."

He started by introducing a new topic.

With a look of guidance and concern from an elder, He Zhenzhong continued:
"I heard that the city's selection of 'Outstanding Young Cadres' is about to close for registration."

The city attaches great importance to this selection process, and it is highly prestigious.

"This is a very important honor for you young cadres, and you are also key candidates for the organization to observe and cultivate." He emphasized the importance of this opportunity.

He Zhenzhong's tone was calm, but the meaning behind his words was undeniable, carrying an undeniable force:

"Later, I'll call your factory's leaders to discuss the work."

"A young comrade as outstanding as you, having achieved so much, should be valued by the factory and actively recommended for promotion. You should set a good example."

His words, though seemingly suggestions, were actually a prudent arrangement.

He Zhenzhong smiled slightly and put it more bluntly, specifying the benefits: "If you can get this honor and have it recorded in your file, it will be of great benefit to your future development."

Putting everything else aside, it would be perfectly logical for their salary level to be raised by one or two grades.

Guangming, you are now a section-level cadre. With this honor, even if you can't be promoted to the corresponding section-level administrative rank immediately, it's at least possible to be promoted to the deputy section-level.

While the state maintains strict oversight regarding the promotion of administrative ranks, it doesn't apply a blanket approach to those with honors and contributions. It remains stringent when necessary and lenient when appropriate.

He explained the pros and cons in a simple and easy-to-understand way, showing both expertise and consideration.

Although these words were spoken subtly, their meaning was crystal clear.

Yang Guangming himself doesn't particularly care about salary level; he has his own "confidence."

But he knew that this honor and the resulting promotion meant great prestige and a real improvement in life for his parents and family.

This is a form of social recognition and a reflection of values.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiuying and Yang Yongkang's eyes lit up. Even Yang Guangyao and Li Guihua held their breath, their faces beaming with pride.

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle He! I will definitely work hard and live up to your expectations!" Yang Guangming immediately stated, his tone sincere.

He Zhenzhong nodded in satisfaction, showing great approval of Yang Guangming's calm and composed reaction.

After sitting and drinking tea for a while, chatting about everyday matters and inquiring about the Yang family's situation, He Zhenzhong glanced at his watch, stood up, and stood up decisively.

"It's getting late, we still need to go to the Chu family again. We can't forget about the family that saved our lives. We'll have to trouble you to lead the way, Mingming."

He Zhenzhong is methodical and meticulous in his work, never leaving any room for error.

Yang Guangming, naturally feeling obligated, immediately got up.

Zhang Xiuying and the others also quickly stood up to see them off.

He Zhenzhong arrived in a company-provided jeep, which he parked at the entrance of the alley. The black jeep looked quite impressive under the dim streetlights, contrasting sharply with the surrounding old houses, attracting many neighbors and children to watch from a distance.

The group went downstairs and walked to the entrance of the alley. He Zhenzhong opened the car door and let Yue Yarong and Liu Yajuan get in first, followed by Yue Xinlei. Yang Guangming got into the passenger seat.

The jeep started up, its engine emitting a deep roar, and slowly drove away from the alley, attracting many neighbors to peek out, their faces filled with surprise and envy.

The Yang family stood at the entrance of the alley, watching the car drive away, their emotions unable to calm down for a long time.

The alley where the Chu family lived wasn't far from the Yang family's; it only took a few minutes to drive there. The jeep stopped at the entrance of the narrow alley, once again drawing stares and whispers.

Sunlight led He Zhenzhong and his wife, along with Yue Yarong and Yue Xinlei, carrying the generous gifts they had prepared in advance, toward the old Shikumen house where the Chu family lived.

At this time, Chu Dahu's father had just returned home from get off work, covered in grease, and was sitting on a small stool in the courtyard, smoking a cheap pipe under the dim light, his face full of exhaustion and sorrow.

Chu's mother was busy preparing a simple dinner in the communal kitchen. There was thin porridge cooking in the pot, and only a small dish of pickled vegetables on the table.

When the elderly couple saw Yang Guangming approaching, accompanied by several unfamiliar faces who appeared to be distinguished and well-dressed, they were stunned for a moment. They hurriedly stood up, looking somewhat at a loss, their faces filled with doubt and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"Uncle Chu, Aunt Chu," Yang Guangming quickly stepped forward to introduce them, trying to keep his tone relaxed, "These two are Xiao Hai's parents, Uncle He Zhenzhong and Aunt Liu Yajuan."

Then he pointed to Yue Yarong and introduced her: "This is Aunt Yue Yarong, Xiaobing's mother."

Seeing the bewildered and nervous look on Chu Dahu's father's face, Yang Guangming explained in the simplest terms:
"Two years ago, didn't Tiger Head and I save two children who fell into the water? They were Xiaobing and Xiaohai."

We left right after rescuing them, but the parents of the two children relentlessly searched for us. They finally found us today and came specifically to thank us.

He deliberately omitted details to avoid putting pressure on the elderly.

He Zhenzhong strode forward, unabashedly grasping Chu's father's calloused, greasy hands, and shook them vigorously, his voice loud and sincere:
"Master Chu! Thank you! Thank you for raising such a good son! Comrade Da Hu saved my Xiao Hai's life; he is a great benefactor to our whole family!"

His actions and words were full of power and sincerity, instantly breaking down the barriers between them.

Liu Yajuan also stuffed the gifts she brought—including candy, pastries, cigarettes, alcohol, and a thick piece of cloth—into the hands of Chu's mother, who was somewhat at a loss for what to do. With tears in her eyes, she repeatedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you so much! Thank you, Da Hu! You are truly my savior!" Her gratitude was overflowing.

Chu's parents were honest, hardworking laborers who had never seen anything like this before. They were overwhelmed with excitement and fear, unable to speak coherently, only waving their hands repeatedly.

"No, no... This is too precious... Tiger Head is a strong kid... It's only right that we met him..." Their simple and honest reaction was even more touching.

Looking at the old couple's faded, patched clothes, and recalling Yang Guangming's description of the Chu family's difficulties, He Zhenzhong felt even more moved and touched.

At the Chu family residence, he did not repeat in detail his remarks about arranging Chu Dahu's future.

In his view, since he had already told Yang Guangming, Yang Guangming would naturally find a suitable opportunity to convey the message to Chu Dahu and his family.

Talking too much about these two simple and slightly awkward elderly people at this moment might make them uneasy and increase their psychological burden.

He repeatedly expressed his gratitude, inquired about the Chu family's living conditions, and urged the two to take care of their health, assuring them that he would find a way to solve any difficulties they might encounter. His attitude was gentle and considerate.

Mr. and Mrs. Chu just smiled honestly, repeatedly saying "There are no difficulties" and "Thank you for your concern, leaders," unwilling to say more about their own difficulties.

After sitting for a while and taking a sip of the coarse tea that Chu's mother had hurriedly brewed, He Zhenzhong and his wife got up to say goodbye.

Mr. and Mrs. Chu escorted the jeep all the way to the alley entrance. They stood there for a long time, watching the jeep drive away, staring in the direction where the taillights disappeared. Their expressions were as if they were dreaming, and they clutched the gifts tightly in their hands, as if they could not believe it was real.

The jeep first took Yang Guangming back to the alley entrance. Night had fallen, and lights began to twinkle in the alley.

Before getting off the bus, He Zhenzhong patted Yang Guangming on the shoulder, his tone friendly:
"Guangming, thank you for your hard work today. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, or if there is any news from Dahu, you can always have Xinlei pass on the message to me. Just tell me what's on your mind, don't be shy."

These words essentially gave Yang Guangming a reliable communication channel and a promise.

"Thank you, Uncle He, I'll remember that." Yang Guangming said goodbye to the others.

(End of this chapter)