In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

When Yang Guangming stepped into the gates of the Institute of Mathematics again, his mood was somewhat different from when he first reported for duty yesterday.

Yesterday was filled with novelty and anticipation, while today there is a greater sense of familiarity and belonging.

The courtyard where the research institute is located has been renovated several times, with old and new buildings interspersed, but the main part still retains a sense of antiquity and solemnity.

The buildings with their blue bricks and gray tiles have become increasingly darker with the passage of time, and creeping plants quietly climb along the corners of the walls, bringing vitality.

The courtyard is shaded by lush trees, mostly old pines, cypresses, and locust trees with strong branches and swaying green leaves, creating a very quiet environment that is a world apart from the faintly discernible hustle and bustle of the city outside the courtyard walls.

He carried his slightly worn military green satchel, which contained a teacup, a lunchbox, and a notebook, and walked unhurriedly toward the research building.

The Institute of Mathematical Sciences is located in Zhongguancun, less than a 20-minute walk from his courtyard house.

This distance allows him to balance work and family life, spending time with his mother and grandmother and enjoying family bliss, perfectly fulfilling his inner expectation of a "relaxed and carefree" life.

Yesterday, he completed his registration procedures. The staff in the personnel department gave him a general introduction to the institute, assigned him an office, and provided him with basic office supplies. However, he has not yet had a chance to have an in-depth conversation with the main leaders of the research group.

Everything was just getting started.

His office wasn't large, about eight or nine square meters. The windows faced south, so it had excellent natural light. He wiped the bookshelves clean and neatly arranged the office supplies he had received, along with several commonly used mathematics monographs and reference books he had brought with him.

Then, he brewed a cup of green tea he had brought from home. Just as he settled into his chair, ready to plan his day, the internal phone on his desk rang.

He paused slightly, then reached for the receiver. A gentle, middle-aged male voice came through: "Is this Comrade Yang Guangming? This is Wan Yuxian."

If you have a moment, come to my office now, and we can talk.

"Okay, Team Leader Wan, I'll be right there."

Yang Guangming put down the phone, picked up his notebook and pen, and went out to walk towards the team leader's office at the other end of the corridor.

Team Leader Wan Yuxian's office was at the other end of the corridor, the door ajar, revealing a crack. Yang Guangming stopped in front of the door and knocked gently, with just the right amount of force.

"Please come in." The highly recognizable voice of Team Leader Wan came from inside.

Sunshine Ming pushed open the door and went in.

Wan Yuxian was around fifty years old. Her hair was neatly combed, and her temples were already a little gray. She wore a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses with thick lenses.

He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and was sitting behind a desk piled with books, periodicals, and sheets of paper covered with densely written calculations. He was looking down at a large sheet of draft paper, rapidly working on something, his brows slightly furrowed and his expression focused.

Hearing Yang Guangming's footsteps as he entered, he made a final, forceful mark on the paper with his pencil before looking up, putting down his pen, and giving a perfectly timed smile. He pointed to the chair in front of the table and said, "Comrade Guangming is here. Sit down and let's talk."

"Thank you, Team Leader Wan."

Yang Guangming sat down in the chair, placing his notebook flat on his lap with both hands.

Wan Yu leaned back slightly, taking the opportunity to carefully examine the young man in front of him.

At nineteen years old, her face was smooth and her eyebrows and eyes still carried a hint of childishness, but her eyes were unusually calm, like the waters of a deep pool, undisturbed.

His demeanor was calm and composed, showing none of the awkwardness, nervousness, or excessive excitement commonly seen in young people entering a new environment.

He nodded to himself inwardly. Just this composure far beyond his years was extraordinary. No wonder he could write such a sophisticated and insightful paper.

"I heard that Director Hua took time out of his busy schedule to see you yesterday and gave you a lot of encouragement." Wan Yuxian's tone was full of praise.

"Director Hua is a leading figure in our mathematics community and enjoys a high reputation internationally. He is extremely busy with scientific research and administrative affairs, with meetings, receiving visitors, and reviewing manuscripts. His schedule is packed."

The fact that he specifically made time to see you is an extremely rare privilege, demonstrating how much he values ​​and expects of you.

Yang Guangming responded humbly, "It is the director's kindness that has flattered me. I will definitely work hard, devote myself to research, and live up to the director's expectations and the organization's cultivation."

"It's not just because of your kindness, but also because of the significance of your three papers."

Wan Yu waved his hand first, his tone very certain, directly attributing the reason to Yang Guangming's own strength.

"Acta Mathematica Sinica is a top-tier mathematics journal in China, with extremely rigorous review processes and very high standards."

You were able to publish three papers at once, covering three different fields: number theory, algebra, and analysis. Each paper was of high quality, logically rigorous, and highly innovative.

This caused quite a stir in the institute, especially among those of us doing basic research. He used the word "stirred up" to emphasize its impact.

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Yang Guangming, as if trying to see through his youthful appearance to discern his inner mathematical talent:

"To be honest, with your undergraduate degree, it's almost impossible for you to get a job at our mathematics institute through the usual job placement channels."

This place brings together the country's top mathematics talents, and the entry requirements are extremely high.

It is precisely because of the amazing potential and academic heights demonstrated in your three papers that the institute, including Director Hua, unanimously decided to make an exception and hire you.

This opportunity was earned by you through your own abilities and with concrete, written results.” He emphasized the word “ability” again.

Yang Guangming nodded earnestly, his eyes clear and firm: "I understand that this opportunity is hard-won, and I will cherish it even more and never let this trust down."

"As long as you know."

Wan Yuxian softened her tone and began to introduce the specific situation of the group: "Under the leadership of Director Hua, our institute is currently divided into nine research groups based on our main research directions."

Our group is an algebra research group, and our main research areas include classical groups, Lie groups, and Lie algebras, all of which are very important and active fields in modern mathematics.

He gave a brief introduction to the basic content of these areas and the international research progress, speaking at a steady pace and using professional vocabulary.

Sunlight shone brightly as he listened intently, his eyes focused.

"Before you arrived, our group consisted of only four people, including myself."

Wan Yuxian continued, her tone tinged with emotion, "Besides me, there are three other researchers, all of them veterans. The youngest, Researcher Zhao, is over forty, almost fifty."

So your arrival has injected really fresh blood into our team, and everyone is paying close attention to you.

A gentler smile appeared on his face: "In the institute, people value academic ability and research results more than age and seniority."

Although you are young, you have already made an excellent start. You don't need to be too reserved and can relax completely in academic discussions.

My colleagues in the group are all dedicated scholars, straightforward, and don't care much for superficial social niceties. You'll see as you get to know them better.

"Yes, group leader, I've got it. I'll learn from all the teachers and integrate into the group as soon as possible," Yang Guangming said sincerely.

He liked this academic-oriented atmosphere.

"Yes, learning is a two-way street."

Wan Yuxian then changed the subject and talked about the specific work arrangements. "Regarding your work, let me first talk about the current key research directions of the group, which are some cutting-edge issues related to typical groups, Lie groups and Lie algebras that I just mentioned."

These areas have a long history, but many unsolved problems remain, presenting both challenges and opportunities.

I hope that once you're familiar with the work, you can quickly integrate and, with your talent and keen insight, strive to make new breakthroughs in these areas.

He emphasized this point with a solemn tone: "Of course, the research direction within the group is the focus of our work and the main direction of our collective efforts, but it is not a shackle that restricts your personal exploration."

Judging from your three published papers, you have a wide range of interests and an active mind, and are not limited to a single field.

This is a good thing; it's a very valuable quality.

Mathematics itself is interconnected, and there are profound and beautiful connections between its various branches.

If you have inspiration or new ideas in other areas of mathematics, you can also conduct research, and the institute and group will provide support.

As long as you achieve results and make real, verifiable breakthroughs, we welcome and celebrate with you.

For those of us doing basic research, inspiration is sometimes more important than following a step-by-step plan; we must be adept at capturing those fleeting sparks of thought.

This statement undoubtedly gave Yang Guangming a great deal of freedom in his research.

After hearing this, Yang Guangming felt relieved, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

This is precisely what he values ​​most—the autonomy and freedom of research.

He immediately said, "Thank you for your understanding and support, team leader. This is very important to me."

I will strive to delve deeply into the key areas of our group, building a solid foundation, while also maintaining my attention and reflection on other fields of mathematics to broaden my horizons and achieve results as soon as possible, contributing to the group and the institute.

Wan Yu was very satisfied with Yang Guangming's answer, feeling that this young man was both energetic and ambitious, yet also steady, knew how to respect the collective while adhering to his own principles, and had an excellent sense of proportion.

Finally, he addressed the most pressing practical issue for Yang Guangming, a topic that no new employee can avoid—salary and benefits.

"Comrade Guangming, according to national regulations, we belong to a scientific research institution, and researchers are paid according to the technical grade salary standard."

Wan Yu first pushed up his glasses and explained, "The technical salary is divided into eighteen levels, with level one being the highest and level eighteen being the lowest."

Generally, university graduates start their jobs with a first-year internship, during which they are paid at the fourteenth-level salary standard. After the internship, if they pass the assessment, they are officially hired and assigned to the fifteenth-level technical position. He first laid out the routine procedures.

He picked up the enamel teacup on the table, blew away the foam, took a sip of strong tea, and continued:

"However, the situation at our Institute of Mathematics is rather unique. As a national-level research institution, our evaluation criteria for talent differ from those of other institutions."

While salary levels are determined by considering basic factors such as education and seniority, the primary basis for evaluation is the level of research achievements and contributions to the country.

His gaze fell on Yang Guangming again, filled with undisguised admiration:
"The three papers you published in the Journal of Mathematical Sciences are of a very high standard, which is a consensus in the academic community, and their influence has already begun to emerge. This can serve as an important basis for your classification, or even the main basis."

I've discussed this issue with my colleagues in the personnel department, including Director Hua.

Wan Yuxian's tone became more serious: "I will try my best to get you a higher rating."

At the very least, it would be equivalent to the salary of a college graduate after they have been promoted to a permanent position.

In my personal opinion, there is a high probability that it will be set at level twelve salary.

After all, your achievements speak for themselves; their academic value and demonstrated potential make a salary grade of twelve quite appropriate.

He added, "Of course, the institute still needs to go through a formal review process regarding the specific assessment of the achievements of these three papers and their corresponding salary levels."

The evaluation needs to be conducted by several members of the academic committee, and the personnel department will verify it according to regulations.

This will take a little time, please be patient. You should receive the official results in about a week at most.

Yang Guangming nodded calmly, his tone as steady as ever: "Okay, team leader, I understand. I will patiently wait for the organization's decision, and whatever the final result, I will accept it calmly and continue to work hard."

Whether he is classified as level twelve or level thirteen, the difference is not significant for him personally.

He values ​​the academic atmosphere of the research institute and the degree of freedom in research more.

But he knew that his salary was an important indicator for his mother and grandmother to measure whether he was "successful", whether his job was "respectable", and whether his future life was secure. It was something tangible that could make them feel at ease and proud.

"Then let's do this for now."

Wan Yu first picked up a stack of documents carefully stapled together on the table, about a finger's width thick, and handed it to Yang Guangming:
"This is background information on some of the group's research directions, abstracts of classic literature, a list of major issues of recent concern, and some unpublished internal discussion drafts."

Take it back and take a good look at it, familiarize yourself with it first.

If there's anything you don't understand, whether it's a concept, method, or background, feel free to ask me or consult other members of the group. Don't hesitate to ask.

"Thank you, team leader. I will study it carefully and familiarize myself with the situation as soon as possible." Yang Guangming stood up and took the heavy stack of documents with both hands.

"Work hard, and the future will be bright."

Wan Yuxian also stood up, walked around the desk, and patted his shoulder encouragingly, his gesture carrying the gentleness of an elder, "You have a high starting point and good talent, these are your advantages."

However, there are no shortcuts in mathematical research; what is needed is persistent diligence, focus, and the perseverance to endure loneliness.

I hope that in your new position you will remain humble and prudent, calm your mind, and dedicate yourself to your research, achieving new and greater results and bringing glory to the country.

"Yes! I will definitely keep the team leader's teachings in mind, work hard, and live up to your expectations." Yang Guangming solemnly promised again, then turned and left the office. Leaving Team Leader Wan's office, Yang Guangming carried the stack of documents and walked back along the quiet corridor to his own private office.

He sat in a comfortable chair, gently placed the documents on the corner of the table, and looked around this small academic world that was entirely his own. He was in a very pleasant mood.

This is his third incarnation as a human.

In this life, he only wants to avoid the limelight, stay away from the intense competition and turmoil, and live a relaxed, calm, and peaceful life, while also doing things that interest him and are meaningful to him.

At that time, he saw choosing to study basic mathematics as almost the best way to achieve this goal.

One cannot do nothing, since a certain social status and recognition are also part of a happy life, bringing honor and security to one's family; yet one can also have a relatively detached, free, and quiet working environment.

As a researcher in basic mathematics, he doesn't need to spend time in the laboratory like some engineering researchers, dealing with complex instruments and equipment, or handling complicated experimental data and maintaining relationships.

His main battlefield was this office, in his mind, between pen and paper, and in the clash of ideas with his colleagues.

The research direction also has a considerable degree of freedom. As long as the final result is solid and can withstand scrutiny, the process will not be subject to too many external constraints or interferences. He can explore at his own pace and according to his own interests.

This job was practically tailor-made for him.

As for salary and benefits, he doesn't care much about them.

The refrigerator space that accompanied him through time travel was filled with wealth and resources that were updated daily, enough to allow his family to live a life far exceeding the current average level in this era of relative scarcity.

But he also deeply understands that this publicly disclosed salary is of extraordinary significance to his family.

It wasn't just money; it was a symbol of his "official job" and "state cadre" status, a sign of organizational recognition, a source of peace of mind and pride for his mother and grandmother, and a source of confidence for them to stand tall among their neighbors.

If, as Team Leader Wan said, the salary level is indeed set at 12, then the basic monthly salary would be 62 yuan.

In today's market, this is definitely considered a high salary for a young person who has just started working.

It should be noted that many veteran workers who have been working for many years only earn 30 or 40 yuan a month.

Apprentices in ordinary factories initially earn only ten or twenty yuan.

My mother, Tian Yufen, is a level 22 administrative cadre in the district women's federation, with a monthly salary of 43 yuan, which is considered a good income.

The combined wages of the mother and son exceed one hundred yuan per month.

In this era, such a family income was enough to make the family live quite comfortably, not only ensuring they had enough to eat and wear, but also allowing them to save money, which was the envy of countless families.

Thinking of this, a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. Making his family feel at ease, proud, and fulfilled was part of the meaning behind his efforts; the emotional reward of this was far beyond what money could measure.

Calming himself down, he opened the stack of documents that Team Leader Wan had given him and began to read them carefully.

The materials mainly focus on key research topics related to typical groups and Lie groups, as well as reviews of some unresolved open questions.

Time slipped away quietly as I read and pondered.

5:30 p.m. is the institute's designated closing time.

Yang Guangming carefully closed the document he was reading, then tidied up the papers on the desk, locked them in the drawer, and made sure no papers containing calculations were left behind. He then picked up his bag, calmly left the office, and gently closed the door behind him.

Walking home, a gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the slightly dry scent unique to Kyoto.

At that time, the Zhongguancun area was far from the high-tech park it would later become. It consisted mostly of bungalows, courtyards, and a few three- or four-story buildings. The roadsides were lined with lush trees, mainly Chinese locust trees and poplars, making it quite peaceful.

In less than twenty minutes, he returned to that familiar courtyard house deep in the alley.

Stepping through the moon gate of the east courtyard, the feeling of home immediately greets you.

His mother, Tian Yufen, got off work a little earlier than him today and was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Grandma sat on a small stool at the entrance of the main room, fanning herself with a large palm-leaf fan, squinting as she watched her granddaughter Yang Shanshan hopping and skipping around in the yard, drawing grids with chalk.

The golden and warm glow of the setting sun bathed the courtyard's blue brick floor, window frames, and the silhouettes of family members in a soft golden hue, creating a beautiful and cozy scene.

"Brother! You're back!" Yang Shanshan was the first to see her brother appear at the door. She immediately ran over like a happy little bird, her two little braids swinging behind her head.

"Slow down." Yang Guangming smiled and reached out to pat his younger sister's head with practiced ease and affection.

"Guangming is back." Grandma also looked up, a kind and gratified smile on her face.

Hearing the noise, Tian Yufen poked her head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula and wearing an apron: "You're back just in time, dinner will be ready soon. How was work today? Did it go smoothly? Is your team leader easy to get along with?"

Her tone carried a natural, ingrained concern, and a series of questions revealed her worries throughout the day.

Yang Guangming put his bag back in his room, walked into the yard, and first answered his mother's most pressing question: "It went very smoothly, Mom. My team leader and colleagues are all very easy to get along with."

He moved a small stool and sat down next to his grandmother. He naturally took the large palm-leaf fan from her hand and gently fanned her with even force, bringing her a refreshing breeze.

As Tian Yufen busied herself in the kitchen, the sizzling sound of stir-frying filling the air, she couldn't help but ask through the window, her voice rising slightly:
"What specific tasks have you been assigned? How difficult are they? Has there been any explanation of how your salary and benefits will be determined?"

What she cares about most are these practical issues.

The old lady stopped fanning herself, turned to the side, and stared intently at her grandson with her cloudy but expectant eyes, unconsciously patting her knee with the palm-leaf fan in her hand.

For them, a bright job and income are the most important things for their families right now, as they are related to the future of the entire family.

Knowing that they cared, Yang Guang used simple language to give a detailed account of his meeting with Group Leader Wan Yuxian that day.

He described Team Leader Wan's appearance and temperament, emphasizing Team Leader Wan's encouragement and appreciation for him, the free and relaxed research atmosphere in the team that focused on practical results, and the superior condition of having his own private office.

He tries his best to translate the academic language of the research institute into everyday language that his family can understand.

When they heard that their son had not only gained the appreciation and welcome of his direct supervisor, but also had his own private office, Tian Yufen and Qin Lanying both showed uncontrollable joy and pride.

In their simple understanding, having a private office is an extraordinary privilege, a symbol of status and prestige, indicating that their child is highly valued as soon as they enter.

Finally, Yang Guangming brought up the issue of salary and benefits, which was of utmost concern to them, and he tried to keep his tone calm.

"Team Leader Wan said that because the three papers I published in the Journal of Mathematical Sciences were of a very high standard, my salary grade would not be calculated according to that of an ordinary college student intern."

Yang Guangming further explained: "He said that he would at least set me at level 13 salary, which is equivalent to the level of a college graduate after becoming a full-time employee. Moreover, there is a high possibility that he can get me to level 12 salary."

"Level 12?"

Tian Yufen poked most of her body out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand, her face showing a mixture of uncertainty and intense anticipation, her voice slightly strained, "Then... how much is the salary for level twelve per month?" She needed to confirm that number.

The old lady leaned forward nervously, completely forgetting to fan herself with her palm-leaf fan, her eyes fixed on her grandson's mouth.

Yang Guangming remained calm, but clearly stated the figure that was of great significance to the family: "If it is set at the level 12 technical salary, the basic monthly salary is 62 yuan."

"Sixty-two pieces!"

Tian Yufen gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the spatula in her hand. She quickly steadied herself by holding onto the stove, her face instantly filled with immense joy. "Really? Sixty-two yuan a month?"

She repeatedly confirmed it, her voice trembling with excitement.

The old lady was so excited that she stood up from her small stool. She swayed slightly, and Yang Guangming quickly reached out to support her.

The old woman's voice trembled slightly, choked with sobs: "Sixty-two yuan? My God... Guangming, you... you're not mistaken, are you?"

"Just started working and already earning this much? This...this is more than many people who have worked for over ten years!"

No wonder they were so agitated and out of control.

Tian Yufen herself works at the district women's federation and is a proper state administrative cadre, yet she only earns forty-three yuan a month.

And her son, who just graduated from university, might receive sixty-two yuan!

This far exceeded their best expectations; it was like a dream come true.

Although Yang Shanshan didn't have a clear concept of the exact value of sixty-two yuan, she knew it was a large sum of money. Seeing her grandmother and mother so happy, she clapped her hands and jumped for joy, running around in the yard.
"My brother is amazing! My brother is amazing! He earns so much money every month, more than Mom!"

"That's what Team Leader Wan said. He said he would do his best to try. The final result will depend on the institute's official notification, which will probably take about a week."

Yang Guangming remained as composed as ever, not making any definitive statements, leaving some room for maneuver for both his family and himself.

But Tian Yufen and the old lady were overwhelmed by this "very likely" huge surprise, and their previous worries and expectations turned into a huge torrent of joy.

"Sixty-two yuan... plus my forty-three yuan..."

Tian Yufen murmured to herself, her face beaming with happiness, and began to calculate, "Then our family will have 105 yuan a month!"

This...this is something I never dared to imagine back in the countryside!

She was so excited that she was almost incoherent, and her eyes were slightly red.

With an income of just over 100 yuan a month, in an era when a typical dual-income family's monthly income was considered good at 70 or 80 yuan, and many families only had an income of 40 or 50 yuan, this was definitely considered a high-income family.

This means that even without considering the bezoars, the family can live a comfortable life. They no longer have to worry about every penny, the children's tuition fees, or the occasional social obligations, as they did in the countryside.

They can even improve their lives more often, buy more meat and fine grains, and buy some decent new clothes for the elderly and children, so they can save some money at the end of the year.

The old woman clasped her hands together, bowed to the sky, and murmured something, her voice choked with emotion:
"May our ancestors bless us! May our ancestors bless us! My eldest grandson has really made something of himself! He's landed a government job, which is a real honor for our family!"

Old man, if you're watching from heaven, can you see this? Our Yang family has produced a remarkable person!

Seeing his mother and grandmother overjoyed and moved to tears, Yang Guangming felt a surge of warmth and deep satisfaction.

All his efforts were aimed at enabling his family to live a stable, prosperous, and respected life.
This vivid and genuine scene before him was exactly the reward he wanted. This emotional connection made him feel more fulfilled and happy than solving any mathematical problem on his own.

"Alright, Mom, Grandma, this matter hasn't been finalized yet. Let's just be happy for now and not go around telling everyone."

Yang Guangming offered a timely reminder to avoid raising the family's expectations too high, which could lead to disappointment if things didn't go as planned, and also to prevent them from being too conspicuous in the yard and attracting unnecessary attention or gossip.

"Yes, yes, I won't say, I won't say." Tian Yufen nodded repeatedly, trying to calm her excited mood. She wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face, which was as bright as the sun. "We'll...we'll be happy when the official notice comes down. Let's be calm for now."

The old lady sat down again, her wrinkles crinkling into a wide smile, and tightly grasped her grandson's hand: "I won't tell, I won't tell. This old woman knows it in her heart, my grandson is capable! Let's enjoy this behind closed doors!"

The atmosphere at home was exceptionally lively during dinner, as if the New Year had been celebrated early.

Tian Yufen kept putting food on her son's plate, even putting eggs in his bowl, her eyes filled with love, pride, and a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

The old lady would look at her grandson from time to time, smiling from ear to ear. She ate very little herself, but kept urging her grandson to eat more.

Yang Shanshan chattered on, asking her brother about all the new things happening at the research institute, such as how big the desks in the office were, how many books there were, and how fierce the leaders were.

Yang Guangming picked out some interesting things to tell her, such as the research institute's courtyard being very large and quiet, like a park, and a huge sycamore tree outside the office window with possible bird nests, and how the leaders looked very knowledgeable, etc., which amused the little girl, who clamored that she wanted to work at the research institute when she grew up.

The family discussed their future plans, filled with hope.

Tian Yufen calculated: "Sixty-two yuan a month, plus my forty-three yuan, that's one hundred and five yuan."

Our family of four can live quite comfortably even in Kyoto. We can even save some money each month after covering necessary expenses.

"Now that Shanshan can go to school and get married, and Guangming can find a wife, there will be hope for them..."

Hearing his mother start planning such long-term things, Yang Guangming was both amused and exasperated, but felt a deep warmth in his heart.

This feeling of being needed and having high hopes placed on him by his family made him feel that his efforts and choices were full of meaning.

"Mom, things will get better and better." He put a piece of food on his mother's plate, his tone calm and reassuring. "You and Grandma can rest assured, from now on, you'll be enjoying your retirement."

"Enjoying happiness, of course I'm enjoying happiness..." The old lady nodded repeatedly, "I'm already enjoying the blessings of my eldest grandson!"

(This is the only chapter today.) (End of Chapter)