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Third floor.

"Wenhui, why does the TV sometimes show a picture and sometimes not?"

I eagerly awaited watching TV, but all I saw was static.

"The antenna signal is weak, which is related to the snowfall."

Televisions were not yet widespread in Huailin City, and the signal station didn't prioritize television signals; being able to hear the radio was considered good.

"What a pity, Dad must have been on TV."

Qiaoqiao felt a little regretful, then changed the subject: "Wenhui, your brother is great. You two are so different – ​​one is reserved, and the other is lively."

"Yes, he was just too lively. When we were kids, he stole Liu Songming's gun and dismantled it all. Liu Songming and I chased him for three miles."

"Ah, a gun? It would be so dangerous if it went off accidentally."

"He still remembers Liu Songming and me beating him, without ever thinking about what we did."

Zhou Wenhui smiled and looked down. He was terrified at the time, but now, looking back, it was a fond memory.

"Luckily, we didn't have any guns at home. I was worried that Zhou Xiaowei might do something like that too."

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, Zhou Xiaowei has a somewhat Wenjing-like style, he's fearless."

"Isn't it because you guys spoiled me?"

"Yes, you should discipline him early. It's too late to discipline him when he's older."

"What kind of thinking is that? You said before that you would properly educate Xiaowei."

Qiaoqiao panicked. "You can't hit my son just because my brother-in-law is naughty, can you?"

"Haha, Qiaoqiao, how could I bear to hit him? My younger brother has a good personality, carefree and easygoing."

"Wenhui, I just don't know if Annie is easy to get along with?" Qiaoqiao stammered.

"This is my first time meeting her too. But her liking for Wenjing must be quite innocent."

"Do you think there will be conflicts if we live together in the future?"

"Mom made it clear that giving you the food money is a way of telling them that you're in charge of the household."

"I'm stupid, I'm afraid I'll offend Annie without even realizing it. Wenhui, if I say or do something wrong, Mom and Dad will be upset, so you have to remind me."

"My silly Qiaoqiao, you've been with the Zhou family for three years now. We all know your personality. Don't put too much pressure on yourself," Zhou Wenhui comforted her warmly.

"You speak just like Wenjing, oh, my dear mother, my dear sister-in-law..."

As Qiaoqiao spoke, she demonstrated, and Zhou Wenhui laughed heartily: "You know, foreigners are really willing to express their love, that's great."

"Really? Oh, my dear Zhou Wenhui..."

Qiaoqiao laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight. Her younger brother was back, and the usually serious family was filled with laughter and joy.

Fu Sanjun didn't arrive at the municipal party committee office until 8:30. It was almost the end of the year, and some comrades who lived far away had asked for leave to go home for the New Year.

My work for this year has come to a temporary end. I haven't been as punctual for work, and I've been arriving late and leaving early.

Passing by Zhou Zhonghai's office, the door was open. Huh, does Vice Governor Zhou still insist on coming to report every day?

"Governor Zhou, you can rest at home now. These few days are the only time you'll have some free time from the beginning to the end of the year."

Fu Sanjun entered the house, feeling guilty. For the sake of Huailin City's economic development, the provincial governor was still sticking to his post at the end of the year.

"Hey, Sanjun, you've arrived. Sit down, sit down, I'll make you some tea." Zhou Zhonghai had been waiting for him.

Fu Sanjun was flustered. Could it be that there was something he hadn't done properly?

"This tea is a Qingming tea that my in-laws gave me at the end of last year. I couldn't bear to drink it, so please try it."

The more enthusiastic Zhou Zhonghai was, the more flustered Fu Sanjun became.

The current Governor Zhou is different from before. He used to speak frankly, but now he beats around the bush and makes people guess.

"Hmm, hmm, not bad." Fu Sanjun doesn't like tea; all kinds of tea, like Qingming tea, taste the same to him.

Zhou Zhonghai picked up a cup of tea, crossed his legs, swung them around, and took a sip.

"Boss, is there something you need me to do? Just say it. Even if it's not the New Year, I'll do my best to get it done." Fu Sanjun couldn't stand the pressure of the enthusiasm and asked directly.

"Sanjun, what are you saying? Huailin City is doing a great job. What else could happen before the New Year? As for the commercial city and the issue of boosting the individual economy, we'll talk about that after the New Year."

Zhou Zhonghai put down his teacup, flicked the dust off his trouser legs, and the boots Zhou Wenjing had given him gleamed in the snow.

"Since everything is fine before the New Year, you don't need to come every day. I'll keep an eye on things at the Municipal Party Committee."

Fu Sanjun breathed a sigh of relief; he was so nervous that he hadn't noticed the shoes.

"Revolutionary comrades, of course we must stay at our posts. How can we leave early?"

Zhou Zhonghai stood up and kicked his legs hard, his boots making a majestic, crisp sound as they hit the floor.

"Old leader, aren't you going back to Dashui Village for the New Year? Why don't you go earlier? Gao Bing and the others are waiting to drink with you," Fu Sanjun suggested.

"Hehe, I'm not going. My youngest son is back, so we'll be spending the New Year in Huailin."

"Wenjing is back? Oh, that's great news! The whole family is reunited."

"Of course! Fu Sanjun, look, this is what my youngest son brought from the Soviet Union."

Fu Sanjun was too stupid; he couldn't notice his new boots at all, so he had to tell her himself.

"Oh my, look at me, I didn't even notice that the boss is wearing new boots. They look great and very dashing."

Fu Sanjun's mind raced. What did he mean by sticking to his post? He was just showing off how filial his son was.

"Hehehe, Fu Sanjun, look, the outside is frosted sheepskin and the inside is plush. Let me take it off and show you."

Regardless of whether Fu Sanjun was interested or not, Zhou Zhonghai quickly took off his shoes.

"Oh my, this thick fleece looks so warm. Old boss, I really envy you. Both your sons are so filial. My son only ever asks me for money; he'd never think of buying me anything."

Fu Sanjun understood Zhou Zhonghai's meaning and naturally went along with the praise.

"It's not right for someone so old to still ask their parents for money."

Zhou Zhonghai said seriously that he had forgotten that these shoes were bought for him by his youngest son with money he had swindled from him.

"How could I be as lucky as you? Soviet stuff is really good. I've never seen this style in China." Fu Sanjun touched the boots, his eyes shining.

Half of it was genuine envy, and the other half was genuine flattery.

"It's not just these shoes; we also brought back a refrigerator, washing machine, and TV. We also brought gifts for Director Luo's eldest son and daughter-in-law. People say that boys are carefree and not as considerate of their parents as girls, but I don't think that's true. Boys can be thoughtful too; my youngest son is very considerate."

"Isn't it because the leaders are so lucky? My son is so careless. I've only ever seen TVs and refrigerators at the provincial supply and marketing cooperative. They cost several hundred yuan each, and you need a ration coupon. I don't know if I'll ever be able to afford one in my lifetime," Fu Sanjun sighed.

"Actually, it's not that great. Take the TV for example, it starts flickering after a couple of seconds, and eventually the picture and sound go out. It's really annoying to watch."

"I'd like to take a look, but I don't have any at home."

"What's the rush? In less than two years, every household will have a television. Next year, when Zhao Jintao goes to Guangzhou to deliver goods, we need to show him the electrical appliance market in the south. Once products are manufactured, they are meant to serve humanity. We must ensure that all the people of Huailin City have access to televisions, refrigerators, and washing machines."

"Yes, the leader is right. With more money in hand, a TV is nothing."

"Haha, we have to follow this policy."

Zhou Zhonghai laughed heartily; this boasting was truly gratifying.