Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chen Jianguo looked at his father with disbelief, then at the old man at the gate.

My heart sank. The old man was a well-known "broadcasting station" in his workplace; he could chatter for half a day with anyone he could find.

If Dad tells him about family matters, it's basically equivalent to the whole workplace knowing.

Chen Deshun's lips twitched, then he put on a heartbroken expression: "Brother, don't say anymore. A son is beyond his father's control when he grows up. I don't blame him."

This appearance further confirms Chen Jianguo's "unfilial piety".

The gatekeeper immediately launched into a stern reprimand of Chen Jianguo, and declared that he would report the situation to higher authorities.

Chen Jianguo's eyes widened. Seeing that a crowd had gathered, ready to watch the spectacle, he quickly said, "Grandpa, please don't say anymore. It's not what you think."

He then looked at Chen Deshun and forced a smile: "Dad, wait here for a while, I'll go back and get the money now."

Chen Deshun narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "You're not thinking of running away, are you?"

"Dad, where did you say it went? The money is all in the savings account, I have to go back and get it, don't I?" Chen Jianguo said with a bitter expression.

As he spoke, a thought suddenly struck him, and he said as if grasping at a straw, "Dad, why don't you come again tomorrow? Or I can personally deliver the money to your home tomorrow night. Look, the savings banks are all closed now, so even if I take the passbook, I can't withdraw the money."

Chen Deshun knew immediately what Chen Jianguo was up to. Tomorrow? By then it would be too late.

He said firmly, "Impossible! Go back now and get the passbook. I'll withdraw the money myself tomorrow. After I withdraw the money, I'll bring the passbook back to you."

The old gatekeeper, growing impatient, stepped forward and urged Chen Jianguo, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up! Or are you just all talk and no action, trying to fool your old man?"

Chen Jianguo was so angry he gritted his teeth, cursing the meddlesome old man in his mind. What business is it of yours? Mind your own business and you'll get what's coming to you!

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Okay, okay, sir, you're right. I'll go back and get it now."

The old gatekeeper, arms crossed, glanced at him sideways and slowly warned, "Kid, your dad's an honest man, don't try to fool him. If you don't come back, I'll take your dad into the office building and show him around every room."

Is his father an honest man?

Chen Jianguo was stunned. He admitted that his father used to be honest, but since yesterday he had been acting strangely and was no longer "honest".

He had considered leaving and never returning, leaving Chen Deshun alone, but the old man's threat sent a chill down his spine; he was truly afraid.

If the old man really leads his father on a "parade" around the workplace, the entire Industrial Bureau will know about his "glorious deeds" tomorrow. How will he ever be able to work there again?

He dared not try any more tricks, and sheepishly got on his bicycle and rode home without looking back.

I was planning to buy some good wine and food on my way home from get off work, but after all this trouble, I'm not going to buy anything!

Watching his eldest son flee in disarray, Chen Deshun turned to the gatekeeper and smiled, "Brother, thank you so much for today."

"I don't care about anything else, I just love helping people! I'll speak up when I see injustice on the road, that's the spirit of Lei Feng."

To be honest, the old man's assist came at just the right time; otherwise, I don't know how long we would have argued with that stubborn Chen Jianguo.

Chen Jianguo lives in the staff quarters of his work unit, which is not far from his work unit. It only takes about twenty minutes to go there and back by bicycle.

Chen Deshun wasn't in a hurry. He chatted casually with the old man in the gatehouse while waiting for Chen Jianguo to bring the money back.

Sure enough, less than twenty minutes later, Chen Jianguo's bicycle appeared on the street corner.

Seeing the look on his face as if his mother had died, Chen Deshun knew that the kid had brought the passbook.

Chen Jianguo walked over slowly, rummaging in his pocket for a long time, looking more conflicted than if he were cutting a piece of flesh off himself, his face full of reluctance.

Chen Deshun had no patience to watch his performance and snatched the passbook from his hand.

Upon opening it, my eyes widened instantly.

The numbers on the bankbook gave him a jolt.

1300 yuan!

A full 1,300 yuan!

Before coming, I thought Chen Jianguo had some savings, but I never imagined that Chen Jianguo would have so much money.

This amount of money wouldn't be much in Beijing in later years; it might be the equivalent of spilling a cup of "limited edition Yamazaki milk tea" at a milk tea shop in Guomao, or a fraction of the deposit for storing alcohol at a nightclub in Gongti.

But you have to understand, this was the 1980s, and the average salary was only a little over sixty yuan. It would take two years to save up 1,300 yuan without eating or drinking.

Even though Chen Jianguo and his wife are both employed and have higher salaries, Liu Rui still has to support her family with the majority of her salary. How did they manage to save so much money in just two years?

Chen Deshun already had the answer in his heart, and a chill crept into his eyes.

To support him, his family borrowed money from door to door, begging and pleading, accumulating a mountain of debt.

As it turned out, the eldest son, who was the most successful one, had a huge sum of money saved up at home, but he still came to the old house every day to beg for money, complaining that he was poor, and he was stingy even with just a few dollars.

If it weren't for the many people around, Chen Deshun would have loved to slap him and teach him a lesson about why the flowers are so red.

Having achieved his goal, Chen Deshun put the passbook in his pocket, patted it, and felt incredibly at ease.

"I took the passbook; consider the money in it as a gift from you to me."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Chen Jianguo with only a resolute back view.

Chen Jianguo stood in the wind, head drooping, looking bewildered. Only one thought was swirling in his mind: how was he going to explain this to his wife that night?

When he belatedly realized that Chen Deshun was going to take all the savings in the passbook, he suddenly woke up and ran after him.

"Dad! Dad! Slow down... Listen to me, there's more inside..."

The money in this savings account is all the savings the couple had painstakingly saved up, scrimping and saving.

Some of the money was obtained by shamelessly prying it out of Chen Deshun, some was his salary, some was the nighttime allowance saved by Liu Rui, and some was even the money he secretly earned by reselling scarce commodities such as industrial coupons, sugar, and soap.

Now, it's all gone! We're back to square one!

"Dad! You can't take it all!"

Chen Jianguo chased after him with small, quick steps, his voice trembling with tears.

Chen Deshun pretended not to hear and strode like lightning, quickly boarding the bus that had just arrived at the station.

Undeterred, Chen Jianguo rode his bicycle and chased after the bus, shouting at the top of his lungs as he did so.

The wind was too strong, and Chen Deshun could only vaguely hear intermittent shouts coming from outside through the car window.

He leisurely picked at his ear. Hmm, he couldn't hear clearly, but it was probably something like "Dad, all the money is yours," "Don't leave me a single penny," or "Your son has plenty of money."

He's such a thoughtful and good son to his father.

Chen Deshun patted the pocket where he kept his bankbooks, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Although I really want to withdraw all the money in my savings account and turn it into real cash right now, the savings bank is indeed closed, just as Chen Jianguo said, and I won't be able to get it until tomorrow at the earliest.

However, since the money was already in his pocket, he wasn't worried about what tricks Chen Jianguo might pull.

People are happy when they are happy.

Chen Deshun was in a great mood. Halfway through the ride, he changed his mind and instead of going straight home, he got off at a nearby state-run restaurant.