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

Time quietly slipped into December 1948.

Winter comes exceptionally early and is exceptionally harsh in Beiping. The cold wind, like a knife, howls in from beyond the Great Wall, whipping up dust and withered leaves that fly wildly under the gray sky.

On the streets and alleys, there were few pedestrians, and everyone was wrapped up in thin clothes, walking hurriedly with a look of fear and numbness on their faces.

The shadow of war has loomed heavily over this ancient capital, so thick it seems impossible to dissipate.

By mid-December, the sound of cannons outside the city became increasingly clear.

At first, there were faint rumbles of thunder, coming from a great distance, deep and intermittent, like the beat of drums on the horizon. Gradually, the sound grew closer and more frequent, sometimes even a sharp whistling sound could be heard cutting through the air, followed by a deafening explosion that shook the earth.

At night, standing in the courtyard, one can clearly see the horizon in the southeast and southwest directions, which is occasionally illuminated by fleeting flashes of firelight, like hideous wounds blooming in the darkness.

The news spread like wildfire through the desolate city, carrying both fear and an irrepressible sense of anticipation.

"I heard... Changping has been liberated?"

"It's not just Changping! Shahe, Fengtai, Tongxian... it's the same everywhere!"

"The steel mills in Shijingshan seem to have shut down as well. I heard the workers have organized a factory protection team to prevent any damage..."

"Coal from Mentougou can't be transported in anymore! Now what are we going to do? How are we going to get through the winter?"

"The airport is under constant bombardment; planes are having trouble taking off and landing. Those high-ranking officials probably won't be able to fly away..."

"Alas, this time we're truly trapped like turtles in a jar... Hundreds of thousands of troops, stuck in the city, how many days will we have enough food?"

hushed conversations could be heard everywhere, on the streets and in the alleys.

The grain stores have long since closed down. Occasionally, black market grain leaks out, but the price has risen to an astronomical figure that is utterly despairing. They only accept silver dollars, gold bars, or barter.

Coal became a luxury, and even heating became a luxury for ordinary families. They could only rely on scavenging anything flammable to get through the long, cold nights.

Panic spread like a plague. The wealthy and powerful had already fled south or gone to Tianjin through various channels, leaving behind mostly ordinary people who couldn't leave, and the troops who were strictly ordered to stay put.

But beneath this backdrop of despair, another force is quietly stirring and gathering, like a warm current stubbornly surging beneath the frozen earth.

The underground party organization has entered the most tense, crucial, and hopeful period since it went into hiding.

Following urgent and clear instructions from higher authorities, a large-scale "factory and school protection" campaign was launched secretly and rapidly in Beiping (Beijing).

In factories, schools, hospitals, newspapers, radio stations, banks, warehouses... wherever there was important equipment, assets, archives, or instruments, underground party members and progressive masses who had already made contact were secretly mobilized.

Their mission was clear and arduous: to protect the people's property, to prevent the Kuomintang army from carrying out organized sabotage before their retreat, and to prevent deserters, spies, and thugs from taking advantage of the chaos to loot.

They drew detailed maps of the factory area, school area, and important facilities, and collected military intelligence on the city's troop deployment, ammunition depots, command posts, etc., to provide the most accurate possible support to the PLA troops who were rushing to attack the city day and night.

They launched a political offensive against lower-ranking Kuomintang officers, government employees, and technicians, distributing leaflets and sending letters to explain the pros and cons, urging them to recognize the situation, protect public property, and leave themselves a way out.

The forms of struggle are diverse, covert, and effective.

At the factory, workers organized themselves to take turns guarding the machines under the pretext of "preventing them from being damaged by stray bullets." They disassembled and hid important machine tool parts, or protected them with sandbags and wooden boards.

At school, teachers and students moved their precious books and equipment to the basement or secret locations for safekeeping, and the student council organized patrol teams to guard the campus day and night.

At newspaper offices and radio stations, staff did everything they could to protect printing equipment and transmitters, ensuring that the people's voices could be heard in critical moments.

An invisible yet resilient net is being quietly woven in this city that is about to welcome the dawn.

Every secret contact point became a busy hub; every underground worker was like a tightly wound gear, operating beyond capacity under extremely high risks.

The atmosphere in the secret courtyard of Sesame Alley was more somber than usual.

Yang Guangming sat at the table, opposite Jiao Da and Jiao Er, who sat upright with focused expressions.

Through continuous ideological guidance and skills training, the two brothers have undergone a complete transformation. The naivety and impulsiveness that once characterized them have been replaced by a calm and resolute determination.

Although they still refer to Yang Guangming as "Mr. Yang," their trust and obedience have long surpassed ordinary neighborly relations, bordering on a kind of religious devotion.

"You've all seen and heard the situation." Yang Guangming's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and powerful. "Outside the city, our troops have completed the encirclement. Inside the city, the enemy is like a trapped beast, but precisely because of this, their final counterattack and sabotage may be even more frenzied."

Jiao Da nodded emphatically, his eyes sharp: "Mr. Yang, we understand. A cornered dog will do anything; the closer we get to the end, the less we can afford to let our guard down."

Jiao Er chimed in, his voice booming, "That's right! We've been waiting for this for so long, and it's almost dawn. We absolutely can't afford any mishaps at this crucial moment!"

"Hmm." Yang Guangming was satisfied with their awareness. "In the coming period, our tasks may become more demanding and the risks higher. You need to be prepared, as there may be emergency missions at any time. Keep the elderly at home reassured; we can't let them know too much about our operations for now, so as not to worry them."

"Don't worry, we've made arrangements at home. We'll tell them that things are chaotic outside, and you've found us a lot of odd jobs, so we might not be home often," Jiao Da replied. "My parents know you're our benefactor, and they trust you to work for them."

Jiao Er added, "My father also told us to listen to you, be careful, and not cause trouble for Mr. Yang."

The sunshine warmed my heart; Master Jiao is a wise man.

"Okay. Keep a close eye on the streets lately, especially near military bases or important factories and warehouses. Look for any unusual vehicle or personnel movements, or signs of materials being stockpiled for sabotage. Let me know immediately if you hear anything unusual."

"Yes!" the two brothers replied in unison.

After assigning the task, Yang Guangming emphasized the importance of concealment and safety regulations again before letting the two leave.

Watching their steady figures disappear into the night, Yang Guangming breathed a soft sigh of relief. These two helpers were now proving invaluable, a vital force in his arsenal.

However, he had a vague feeling that an even more important task might soon fall on his shoulders. The movement to protect factories and schools in the city was in full swing, and the organization could not allow him to remain idle indefinitely.

Sure enough, his premonition was soon confirmed.

On December 28th, a gloomy afternoon, Yang Guangming arrived at Teacher Zhu's house as usual.

There was a small charcoal brazier in the study, but the room temperature was still not high, and breath turned into mist.

After completing the routine learning and brief exchange, Zhu Mingxuan's expression became unusually solemn.

He got up and checked, then sat back down opposite Yang Guangming, his voice extremely low:

"Guangming, an important task has been assigned by our superiors."

Yang Guangming perked up immediately, sat up straight, and looked intently at the teacher.

“Beiping Radio Station is one of the key units we must protect with all our might,” Zhu Mingxuan said slowly. “The importance of the media front is self-evident. It is not only the enemy’s mouthpiece, but will also be a crucial platform for us to send our voices to the people of Beiping, to the whole country, and even to the world in the future.”

He paused, then continued, "In order to deal with possible sabotage by the enemy, the underground party had already secretly organized a 'station protection team' inside the radio station."

The leader of the station protection team was Comrade Gao Tianlin, the deputy director of the radio station and a senior and experienced underground party member.

Under the meticulous organization and leadership of Director Gao, the station protection team has now basically brought the situation inside the radio station under control and has won the understanding and support of most of the technical staff and employees.

They protected the radio equipment and archives very well, and were always ready to let the radio waves over Beiping broadcast the voice of the people at any critical moment.

Zhu Mingxuan's tone was anything but relaxed: "However, the situation remains extremely grim. Radio stations are among the top targets on the enemy's intelligence network. Especially now, with the enemy cornered, they might resort to desperate measures."

Currently, the Taiwan Strait protection team is divided into a united front work group, a technical group, a publicity group, and an armed forces group. The work of the other groups is progressing relatively smoothly, but the armed forces group is under immense pressure.

His brow furrowed deeply: "The armed group currently consists of only the radio station's original eight guards and four progressive individuals whom Station Chief Gao recently recruited and organized—all family members of radio station employees. A total of twelve people, but only one pistol!"

Zhu Mingxuan emphasized, "Moreover, none of these twelve people are formal Party members; they are all progressive masses who were temporarily recruited."

While they possess awareness and discipline, they lack core personnel, combat experience, and, most importantly, weaponry.

Relying on them to protect the entire radio station and defend against potential armed sabotage is far too weak.

Yang Guangming listened quietly, already understanding in his heart.

"Now, the 'protect the factory and school' campaign is in full swing, and manpower is needed everywhere, so the protection pressure is huge. Director Gao has urgently requested assistance from higher authorities. After careful consideration, the organization has decided to temporarily transfer you there to assist Director Gao and focus on strengthening the work of the armed group."

Zhu Mingxuan looked directly at Yang Guangming, his gaze carrying the organization's trust and heavy responsibility: "The organization is aware of your abilities, courage, especially your marksmanship and adaptability. This mission is dangerous, but of great significance. Comrade Guangming, what are your thoughts?"

Without any hesitation, Yang Guangming straightened his back and said in a low voice, "I will resolutely obey the organization's arrangements! I guarantee to complete the mission!"

But he immediately raised a question: "Teacher, I am duty-bound to undertake this task. However, for armed protection, my strength alone is still limited. Could I take Jiao Da and Jiao Er with me as well?"
After a period of observation, learning, and training in some peripheral tasks, the two brothers have greatly improved their ideological awareness, are skilled, bold yet meticulous, and have absolute trust in me.

With their help, I can be more confident.

Zhu Mingxuan pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Your considerations are reasonable. You have given a detailed report on the Jiao brothers' situation before, and the organization is also aware of it."

In these extraordinary times, it is acceptable to use them as a reliable force of progressive masses. However…

He then changed the subject, emphasizing, "The specific arrangements for their positions, whether they can enter the radio station, and what their role will be after they enter, need to be decided by the station's top leader—Director Gao. I cannot give you a definite answer; we must respect the arrangements for our frontline comrades."

“I understand,” Yang Guangming nodded.

"it is good."

Zhu Mingxuan took out a small piece of paper from the drawer. On it, written in tiny handwriting, was an address and two sentences: "This is the rendezvous point and the code. The rendezvous point is Director Gao's office at the radio station. Be there promptly at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

From the moment we meet until the mission is complete, you will temporarily sever your one-way communication with me and report directly to Director Gao's command. All actions will be carried out under his orders.

He pushed the note in front of Yang Guangming, who read it carefully and memorized the address and code.

Zhu Mingxuan then lit a match and burned the paper strip to ashes.

"Remember, Guangming," Zhu Mingxuan concluded solemnly. "The radio station is a key enemy target, and this journey is fraught with danger. You must carry out your work boldly, but also be constantly vigilant in protecting yourself and your comrades. Your safety is equally crucial to the success or failure of this mission."

"Please rest assured, teacher, I will act with caution," Yang Guangming solemnly promised.

When I left Teacher Zhu's house, it was almost dusk. The cold wind swirled with fine snowflakes, stinging my face. Yang Guangming wrapped his cotton robe tighter around himself and walked steadily down the quiet, deserted alley.

When he got home, he didn't immediately tell his family anything. He only said that Teacher Zhu might have a good job opportunity and was helping him make contact. He said he might have to meet her in a couple of days.

The family members were curious, but because they trusted Teacher Zhu and recognized their son's abilities, they didn't ask any further questions.

That night, Yang Guangming did not sleep soundly.

He repeatedly rehearsed the possible situations he might encounter tomorrow, thinking about how to introduce himself to Director Gao, how to explain the situation of Jiao Da and Jiao Er, and how to quickly break through in such a complex and delicate environment once he arrived at the radio station.

The next day, December 29th, the sky remained overcast.

Yang Guangming changed into a gray woolen overcoat—the most presentable outfit he could muster. Wearing proper, high-end clothing would make things easier when visiting an important institution like the Beiping Radio Station.

At 8:45 a.m. sharp, he arrived at West Chang'an Street.

The office building of Beiping Radio Station was a drab, three-story Western-style building facing the street, and it didn't look particularly impressive. There were guards standing at the entrance, and people entering and leaving were required to show their identification or be questioned.

Yang Guangming took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and strode towards the door.

"Halt! What are you doing?" The soldier on guard blocked his way with his rifle, looking him up and down warily.

"Sir, I'm here to see Deputy Director Gao Tianlin. He's the one who asked me to come." Yang Guangming's expression was calm and his tone natural.

"Deputy Director Gao?" The soldier looked at him, his tone softening slightly. "Do you have an appointment? What are your credentials?"

"Yes, Director Gao asked me to come see him at this time, saying it's about work. My name is Yang Guangming, please let me know." Yang Guangming replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The soldier gestured for him to wait a moment, then turned and went into the gatehouse, presumably to make a phone call to verify. After a while, the soldier came out, his attitude noticeably more polite: "Deputy Director Gao wants you to go upstairs; his office is on the third floor, at the far east end."

"Thank you." Yang Guangming nodded and stepped into the radio station.

It was warmer inside than outside, but the lighting was dim and the atmosphere solemn. Occasionally, staff members in Zhongshan suits would hurry past in the corridor, all with their heads down and rarely talking.

Following the instructions, Yang Guangming went up to the third floor and arrived at the door of the easternmost room, which had a sign that read "Deputy Director's Office." He steadied himself again, raised his hand, and knocked three times, neither too hard nor too softly.

"Please come in." A slightly hoarse but strong male voice came from inside.

Sunshine Ming pushed open the door and entered.

The office was small and simply furnished. There was a large, old desk, a few chairs, a filing cabinet, and a map of Beijing hanging on the wall. The windows were closed, and the curtains were half-drawn, making the room somewhat dark.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties.

He was wearing a neatly pressed dark gray Zhongshan suit, his hair combed meticulously, and black-rimmed glasses. His eyes, though not large, shone with a calm and capable light. At that moment, he put down his pen and looked up at the doorway.

This is Gao Tianlin, the deputy director of the radio station and the person in charge of the underground Communist Party in Beiping.

Yang Guangming gently closed the door behind him, took two steps forward, and stopped about two meters from the desk. Following the agreed-upon signal, he spoke in a slightly reserved yet expectant tone:
"Director Gao, hello. I was introduced by Teacher Zhu. He said you might need a young person here who knows a bit about literature and can also run errands."

Gao Tianlin's gaze lingered on Yang Guangming's face for a moment, as if scrutinizing him or confirming his suspicions.

Immediately, a perfectly measured, gentle smile, like that of an elder to a younger person, appeared on his face as he replied, "Old Zhu recommended you. He mentioned to me that he has a very clever student who writes beautifully. I happen to be short of someone who is literate, good at math, and reliable. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Guangming." Yang Guangming bowed slightly. "Teacher Zhu often mentions you, saying that you are very knowledgeable and kind. It is my honor to have the opportunity to learn and work under you."

The code matched.

The scrutinizing look in Gao Tianlin's eyes completely faded, replaced by a sense of trust and solemnity between comrades.

He stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Yang Guangming, extending his hand: "Comrade Yang Guangming, welcome! Was your journey smooth?"

"Smoothly, Director Gao." Yang Guangming quickly grasped the other person's hand.

"Sit down, sit down and let's talk." Gao Tianlin gestured for Yang Guangming to sit down in the chair opposite his desk, then sat back down in his original seat. The gentle smile on his face disappeared, and he regained his serious demeanor. "Time is of the essence, so let's skip the pleasantries. Comrade Mingxuan should have already given you the basic information, right?"

“Yes, Director Gao. Teacher Zhu explained to me in detail the current situation of the radio station, as well as the grim situation faced by the station's protection team, especially the armed group.” Yang Guangming sat up straight and answered concisely.

“Alright.” Gao Tianlin nodded. “Then I’ll get straight to the point. Our current situation can be described as ‘fraught with danger.’ Although the enemy is already a cornered beast, that’s precisely why they’re even more frantic. The radio station is a target they will never give up easily, and they might even prioritize destroying it at the last moment.”

He pointed out the window: "Look, there are sentries at the door, and spies they've planted inside the building."

On the surface, we maintained normal operations, but in reality, we were dealing with them every single second.

The technical and propaganda teams are actively preparing to broadcast the news of liberation from Beiping as soon as the time is right. But all of this hinges on the fact that the radio station must remain intact in our hands; it cannot be damaged, much less seized.

His gaze sharpened: "The armed group is the shield and fist protecting all of this. But right now, the shield is too thin and the fist is too weak. Twelve people, one gun, defending such a large building, with so much equipment and personnel, are full of loopholes."

Yang Guangming listened attentively without interrupting.

"Comrade Mingxuan gave me a detailed account of your situation through emergency channels. This included your personal abilities, especially your marksmanship and adaptability, as well as the several important missions you have previously completed for the organization."

Gao Tianlin looked at Yang Guangming, his tone filled with praise and expectation, "The organization sending you here is a timely help. We urgently need a backbone member who can truly shoulder the heavy responsibility of armed defense."

He paused, then continued, "Previously, I had already persuaded the station chief—an old-fashioned technocrat who only wanted to protect the station and himself—to agree to add a few 'capable guards' on the grounds of 'preventing stragglers and thugs from taking advantage of the chaos to damage the radio station's facilities.' I had already made arrangements for the staffing and positions in advance."

Gao Tianlin lowered his voice: "I'm going to appoint you as the head of the radio station's security section."

Yang Guangming's heart stirred; this starting point was higher than he had expected.

"The former head of the guard section was named Liu Zhenwu. He was in his early thirties, had practiced martial arts for a few years, was quite skilled, and was a fairly upright person. He had long been disappointed with the Kuomintang's ideology."

During this period, through my efforts, he has become a reliable progressive citizen with a strong sense of responsibility for protecting the radio station.

However, his marksmanship was mediocre, he lacked command experience, and his decision-making ability in complex situations was insufficient.

Gao Tianlin continued, "I've spoken with him. To strengthen security, we need to find a more capable comrade to lead the work of the guard section. He understands and supports this, and is willing to serve as your deputy and cooperate with your work."

Your publicly stated identity and claim are that you are my 'cousin'.

Gao Tianlin continued to make arrangements, "Your family sent you to learn martial arts before, and you also practiced marksmanship. You're quite skilled."

The situation is turbulent now, and your family is worried about you, so they asked me to help you find a stable job.

The radio station needed to increase security, so I arranged for you to be assigned here.

With me, the deputy station director's "uncle," as a backer, your direct appointment as section chief might cause some gossip, but at this critical juncture, no one in the station has the energy to investigate further. It's generally acceptable."

Yang Guangming quickly processed the information and nodded: "I understand, Director Gao. This identity arrangement is appropriate."

“Your most important tasks right now are two,” Gao Tianlin said, his expression growing even more serious. “First, and most urgently, is acquiring weapons! One gun and twelve men are simply not enough to form a fighting force. We must obtain more firearms and ammunition as soon as possible, at least enough to arm the core security personnel. Do you have a plan for this?”

Yang Guangming met Gao Tianlin's inquiring gaze, his tone calm and firm: "Director Gao, leave the weapons issue to me. The weapons in the enemy's hands are our best source. I will find a way to get a batch of guns and ammunition as soon as possible to arm our comrades."

He didn't speak definitively, but his confident attitude brought a hint of surprise and relief to Gao Tianlin's eyes.

He had heard Zhu Mingxuan mention that this young man was very proactive, but he didn't expect him to agree so readily.

"Good! With your words, I feel half at ease!" Gao Tianlin slammed his hand on the table. "The second thing is to continue to increase the number of reliable personnel. The existing twelve people are the foundation, but not enough. We need more comrades who are ideologically reliable, physically strong, and willing to fight to join the armed defense team."

Yang Guangming immediately chimed in: "Director Gao, regarding manpower, I happen to have two very suitable candidates to recommend to you."

He then gave a detailed report on Jiao Da and Jiao Er's situation: their family background, class status, personality and conduct, and especially their ideological progress and increased awareness after his conscious guidance, training and several peripheral missions.

He emphasized the two men's exceptional physical abilities, their martial arts skills, their absolute trust and gratitude towards Yang Guangming, and their strong, simple desire to change their current situation.

"These two brothers can only be considered as progressive masses with relatively high awareness at present, not as members of the organization. But I can vouch for their loyalty and courage."

Yang Guangming concluded, "If we can recruit them into the security department, it will greatly enhance our security capabilities, and they are trustworthy."

After listening, Gao Tianlin tapped his fingers lightly on the table and pondered for a moment.

"Hmm... He has a clean background, is of impeccable moral character, possesses martial arts skills, is progressive in his thinking, and has a high degree of trust and obedience towards you personally..."

He nodded slowly. “At this critical time, you are indeed a very good candidate. I will handle your status as a formal employee. The radio station is in a state of panic right now, and many people have left. We can free up some positions and bring in two people under the guise of ‘recruiting reliable young men to strengthen security.’ It shouldn’t be a problem. You will be assigned to the security section, under your direct supervision.”

He made the decision: "You can go back today and make arrangements to explain the situation to them. If they're willing, bring them over to report tomorrow. As for others, just say they are fellow villagers or friends you introduced, skilled and trustworthy."

"Yes! I'll definitely be here on time tomorrow!" Yang Guangming was overjoyed. With Jiao Da and Jiao Er by his side, his work would undoubtedly be much easier.

"Don't thank me, it's all for work."

Gao Tianlin waved his hand, his expression still solemn. "Comrade Guangming, by handing over the guard section to you, I am placing the heavy responsibility of armed protection for the radio station on your shoulders."

The situation here is complicated. In addition to our people, there are ordinary employees with unclear intentions, as well as spies planted or recruited by the enemy.

You must quickly take control of the team and build its fighting capacity, while also remaining vigilant at all times to prevent internal problems from arising.

He stood up, walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, glanced at the occasional military vehicle driving by on the street below, and said in a deep voice:
"A storm is coming. What we need to do is build an impenetrable defense line in this building. So that the voice of Beiping can finally be heard from us. Do you have confidence?"

Yang Guangming stood up, straightened his back, and looked at Gao Tianlin with a firm gaze: "Please rest assured, Director Gao! We will resolutely complete the mission! We will never let the enemy's plot to sabotage the radio station succeed!"

"Alright!" Gao Tianlin turned around and patted Yang Guangming's shoulder forcefully. "Go back and prepare today. Tomorrow morning, bring your men and officially take up your post in the Security Section. I will gather Liu Zhenwu and the others together to announce the appointments. The rest is up to you."

"Yes!"

Leaving Gao Tianlin's office, Yang Guangming felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

He didn't linger at the radio station; he left directly and returned to his courtyard house.

Instead of returning to his own home in the east courtyard, he went directly to the Jiao family's home in the front courtyard.

Master Jiao Zhenshan's leg injury has long since healed, and he can now walk briskly again. With occasional help from Yang Guangming and the occasional odd jobs that Jiao Da and Jiao Er get, the Jiao family is better off than most families in the courtyard; at least they can barely afford to eat their fill.

Seeing Yang Guangming come in, Jiao Zhenshan, who was chopping wood in the yard, put down his axe, wiped his hands with the towel around his neck, and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Yang is here! Come in and sit down! The eldest and second eldest sons have gone to fetch water and will be back in a little while."

"Master Jiao, you're welcome." Yang Guangming waved his hand with a smile. "I'm here because I have something I'd like to discuss with you, Brother Jiao, and Second Brother Jiao."

"What is it, Mr. Yang? Please tell me!" Jiao Zhenshan ushered Yang Guangming into the main room, and Aunt Jiao also hurriedly came out from the inner room to pour water.

A little while later, Jiao Da and Jiao Er returned carrying water. They were very happy to see Yang Guangming, and put down their buckets to come over.

"Mr. Yang, is there another 'job'?" Jiao Er asked impatiently, lowering his voice with anticipation.

During this time, they followed Yang Guangming to learn in Sesame Alley, occasionally carrying out simple tasks such as observation and message relay. Although they did not understand the whole picture, the excitement and sense of value of participating in "big things" made them enthusiastic about every call from Yang Guangming.

Although Jiao Da didn't speak, his eyes were also fixed intently on Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming looked at the three members of the Jiao family, his expression becoming serious: "Master Jiao, Aunt Jiao, Brother Jiao, Second Brother Jiao, I've come today because of an important opportunity, and I'd like to ask for your opinions."

He considered his words carefully and decided to start in a way that would be easier for them to understand: "I have a cousin who is the deputy director of the Beiping Radio Station. He thinks that my job of translating manuscripts for others all day long is not a long-term solution, and with the current chaotic situation, he wants to help me find a more stable and formal job."

The three members of the Jiao family listened intently.

"It just so happens that the radio station is looking to increase security because things are too chaotic outside and they're worried that bad guys might take advantage of the situation. My cousin recommended me to work in the security department, and he immediately made me the head of the department."

"Section Chief?" Jiao Zhenshan was taken aback. "Mr. Yang, this is a great job! The radio station is a respectable organization; you'll be a section chief right away, and the monthly salary must be quite high!"

Jiao Da and Jiao Er also showed expressions of surprise and envy.

Yang Guangming nodded: "The opportunity is indeed rare. However, I'm a little unsure about going alone. There are already some people in the security department, and I'm afraid I, a newly appointed section chief, won't be able to control the situation."

I mentioned it to my uncle, saying I had two trustworthy friends who were skilled and reliable, and asked if I could bring them along for mutual support. My uncle agreed.

He looked at Jiao Da and Jiao Er and said, "In other words, if you're willing, you can come with me to the radio station's security section and become official security guards."

I asked around, and the monthly salary is twenty-four silver dollars. The job is considered stable, but... in this day and age, being a security guard, especially in a place like a radio station, can be quite dangerous. You need to think it through.”

Twenty-four silver dollars!

The Jiao family members all gasped in shock.

At a time when silver dollars had once again become hard currency with astonishing purchasing power, twenty-four silver dollars a month was an enormous sum for a family like the Jiao family! It was enough to allow the whole family to live a much more comfortable life than they did now, and even have some savings.

Jiao Zhenshan was the first to react. He glanced at his two sons, then at Yang Guangming, his voice filled with excitement and gratitude:

"Mr. Yang! What... what are we supposed to say! Such a good thing, and you're still thinking about our two silly boys!"
Dangerous? These days, what isn't dangerous? Staying home means there's no danger? You'll die of starvation anyway!

He turned to his two sons and said in a loud voice, "Eldest son, second son! This is Mr. Yang's way of showing you the right path! A proper job, a security guard at the radio station, and twenty-four silver dollars! What are you waiting for? Following Mr. Yang is the right thing to do! Even if there is danger, it's to protect legitimate places, it's worth it!"

Aunt Jiao nodded repeatedly, wiping her eyes, "Mr. Yang, we can never repay your great kindness to our family in this lifetime... This job is good! Excellent! Eldest and second eldest sons, you must do a good job, listen to Mr. Yang, and not let him down!"

Jiao Da and Jiao Er were already flushed with excitement. Jiao Er, in particular, clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could follow Yang Guangming right then and there.

Jiao Da was relatively calmer. He suppressed his excitement, stepped forward, bowed deeply to the sunlight, and his voice was somewhat choked with emotion:

"Mr. Yang... I'm not good with words, and I don't know how to say nice things. But I, Jiao Da, have long entrusted my life to you! Wherever you go, we'll follow!"

"Don't even mention being a guard; even if it means climbing mountains of knives or plunging into seas of fire, we brothers wouldn't flinch! We'll do this job! We'll fight to the death to do it well and never let you down!"

"Yes! Brother is right!" Jiao Er quickly bowed as well. "Mr. Yang, we're all in this together!"

Seeing the sincere and excited reactions of the Jiao family father and his two sons, Yang Guangming felt a warmth in his heart.

He helped Jiao Da and Jiao Er up and said seriously, "Alright, since you're willing, it's settled then. Tomorrow morning, you'll come with me to the radio station to report for duty. Tell everyone that you're fellow villagers and friends I introduced, that you're skilled and trustworthy. Once you get there, follow instructions, speak less, observe more, and work diligently. Understand?"

"Understood!" the two brothers said in unison.

After the matter was settled, Yang Guangming gave a few more instructions on the meeting time and precautions for tomorrow before leaving the Jiao family.

It was noon when I returned to my home in the east courtyard.

Inside the main room, the family was sitting around the table preparing lunch. The meal was simple: a pot of cabbage stew with vermicelli and a few slices of cured meat, and mixed flour steamed buns as the staple food, but it was considered quite good these days.

Seeing Yang Guangming return, Chu Yuanjun quickly stood up: "Guangming is back, perfect for lunch. Where have you been? I haven't seen you all morning."

Yang Guangming washed his hands and sat down at the table, where his family watched him.

He thought about it and decided to tell his family. After all, he would be working at the radio station from now on, leaving early and returning late, and possibly even not coming home at night, so he needed a reasonable explanation.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, I have something to tell you." Yang Guangming picked up a steamed bun and tried to keep his tone calm. "Today, Teacher Zhu helped me get a formal job, and it's settled."

"Oh? What kind of work?" Yang Huai-ren asked immediately with concern. Chu Yuan-jun and Yang Han-zhang also looked over.

“It’s the head of the security section at Beiping Radio Station,” Yang Guangming said.

"A radio station? A section chief?" Yang Huai-ren was taken aback for a moment, then his face lit up with joy. "That's a great place! To be a section chief right away? Mr. Zhu really went the extra mile!"

Chu Yuanjun frowned slightly: "The radio station is a good unit... but the security department? It's so chaotic outside now, being a security guard... wouldn't that be too dangerous?" As a mother, her first thought was for her son's safety.

Yang Hanzhang stroked his beard and pondered, "The guard section... is responsible for protecting the radio station, right? In this chaotic situation, their responsibility is indeed considerable."

Yang Guangming had anticipated his family's concerns, and he explained, "This is a rare opportunity. Teacher Zhu went to great lengths to get me this position through his old classmate who is the deputy director of the radio station. Director Gao is my backer at the radio station; with his support, my safety should be fine."

Teacher Zhu and I have a very good relationship. He specifically asked me to call him "uncle" to pretend we're relatives. With this superficial connection, even though I'm new here, I should be able to establish myself quickly.

Yang Guangming paused for a moment, then continued, "After all, translating manuscripts is not a formal job; it's unstable and not a long-term solution."

The radio station was a legitimate workplace; upon joining, one would become a section chief, earning a monthly salary of thirty-eight silver dollars.

If you miss this opportunity, you'll probably never find another one like it.

I couldn't refuse Teacher Zhu's kind offer; otherwise, I would seem ungrateful.

"Thirty-eight silver dollars?" Yang Huai-ren and Chu Yuan-jun exclaimed simultaneously. Even Yang Han-zhang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In this era, this figure was undoubtedly an extremely high income for an ordinary family. It was enough to allow the family to live a very comfortable life and no longer have to worry about their daily food.

The enormous economic incentive slightly lessened Chu Yuanjun's worries about the danger, but her brows remained furrowed.

Yang Huai-ren had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

I'm happy that my son has such a bright future and income, but I'm also worried about the danger of that job.

He said carefully, “Guangming, the amount of money is secondary; your safety is the most important. Chief of the security department… if we really encounter troublemakers or a military uprising, you can’t be foolish enough to rush to the front! You’re the head of the department now; you can just command the people below you.”

Yang Guangming knew his father was concerned about him, so he nodded and said, "Dad, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Director Gao sent me mainly because he thinks I'm educated and can manage the security section well. With so many people under me, there's no need for me to be on the front lines."

For specific tasks, there's the deputy section chief and other guards below. I'll be careful.

At this moment, Yang Hanzhang, who hadn't said much until now, finally spoke up.

The old man's gaze lingered on his grandson's face for a moment before he slowly said, "Huai Ren, Yuan Jun, don't worry too much. Guangming is right, this is a rare opportunity. The radio station is a good place; you'll be a section chief as soon as you join, and the pay is so high. You really can't miss this chance."

He put down his chopsticks and said in a calm tone, "Guangming is a young man; he can't stay at home forever. Turbulent times produce heroes, and also opportunities."

There's no escaping this situation. Going out to work and making a difference is the only right thing to do.

This job is pretty good in every way. The safety... is relatively higher than running around on the streets or going to those shady places. Plus, with a respected uncle who's the station manager overseeing things, there shouldn't be any major problems.

The old man held a high position and prestige in the family. After he said this, Yang Huai-ren and Chu Yuan-jun, although still worried, could no longer strongly object.

Chu Yuanjun sighed, picked up a piece of food for his son, and instructed him, "Then... you must be very careful. Don't be reckless when things happen, and know when to dodge and when to yield."

If all else fails, I can quit my job. Our family isn't starving now...we're not going to go hungry now.

She spoke the last sentence with a hint of uncertainty, but her care and concern were evident in her words.

"I understand, Mother," Yang Guangming replied gently. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of myself. Tomorrow I'll take the Jiao brothers with me to report for duty. With them helping me, I'll feel more at ease."

"Are Jiao Da and Jiao Er going too?" Yang Huai-ren asked.

“Yes, I spoke with Director Gao and plan to take both of them with me. They are skilled and honest people, and they can be of help. Their families are also struggling financially, so having this stable income is a good thing,” Yang Guangming explained.

“That’s true. The Jiao brothers are honest people. With them by your side, we feel more at ease.” Yang Huai-ren nodded.

The meal was finished in a somewhat complicated atmosphere. There was joy at the high salary and prestigious job, but also anxiety about the unknown risks. (End of Chapter)