I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 165 Safflower Oil

Lin Yan saw An Jie's body suddenly stiffen.

His eyes instantly turned red, like a lone wolf cornered.

Fierce and desperate.

Sister An gritted her teeth, her hand already reaching for the steel pipe on the ground.

If a fight breaks out, with the assault on a police officer and the theft of public property, Sister An will definitely suffer a great loss.

There's a high chance they'll be sent straight to jail.

Once the trajectory of history breaks here, who knows how this broken illusion will restart.

Just as Sister An grabbed the steel pipe, ready to fight to the death...

Lin Yan reacted quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him.

"Brothers, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

Lin Yan immediately put on a cheeky smile and quickly stepped forward.

He pulled out a package of unopened Ashima cigarettes from his pocket, which he had swiped from his roommate the night before.

He skillfully opened the package and gave one to each of the three people.

The chubby clerk glanced at him but didn't answer: "Who are you?"

"I'm Xiaolin, the new site manager at our factory."

I accepted this time.

Lin Yan lit a cigarette for himself, took out a match, and went over to light it for the fat man.

He lowered his voice: "Brother, this is really scrap metal."

"We were also instructed by our superiors to procure some parts for the factory's gala rehearsals."

Lin Yan deliberately emphasized the word "above".

In those days, the security departments of state-owned factories were always arrogant, but there were things they were afraid of.

For example, accidentally offending someone with connections or influence.

The fat man's expression changed.

He glanced at the two of them suspiciously, then looked at Lin Yan.

Although this kid was wearing tattered factory clothes, he really had the air of a high-ranking official's son. Most factory workers would have been so scared that they couldn't even speak properly if they saw him in that uniform.

The fat man was unsure of Lin Yan's background.

"You can't just take it anywhere; that breaks the rules!"

The fat man's tone softened considerably, but he still had to maintain a facade of politeness.

"Understood, understood! Rules can't be broken. It's so hot, and the brothers are working hard on patrol."

Lin Yan's eyes darted around, and he casually stuffed the whole pack of Ashima cigarettes into the fat man's pocket, then pulled out a ten-yuan note from his own pocket and placed it under the cigarettes.

Ten yuan was a huge sum of money at the time. It was originally a delivery fee given by Sister An. Lin Yan was shocked to find that she was actually a little rich.

Unfortunately, it was spent before it even got warm enough to eat.

"We bought this transformer back at scrap metal prices."

"Consider this money as payment for the scrap metal we collected for the government. After get off work, we'll buy ourselves a good cup of tea to quench our thirst."

Lin Yan's smooth combo was subtle and left no openings, while also giving his opponent face.

The fat man put two fingers into his pocket and rubbed them together. Finally, a smile appeared on his face, as if to say, "You're a smart kid."

"Alright, since you're trying to help the factory, this won't happen again. Hurry up and get this pile of junk out of here!"

The fat man waved his hand and turned to continue his patrol with the other two.

Fortunately, Lin Yan had watched a few old dramas and knew some basic common sense about this era.

Otherwise, if we really had to treat these people like security guards from later generations, the trouble would be considerable.

on the way back.

Sister An walked ahead without saying a word, her long legs striding quickly.

Lin Yan followed behind, carrying the transformer, pondering the events of the day.

He knew that Sister An must be feeling very frustrated right now.

Who hasn't experienced a period when their self-esteem is at its peak?

She was used to protecting herself with her fists and thorns, but this was the first time she had seen someone shield her from disaster in this way.

This makes her feel very uncomfortable.

She knew she should say thank you, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

We arrived at the staff dormitory building.

Anjie suddenly stopped and turned around.

With a cold expression, she took a small glass bottle from the pocket of her leather jacket and stuffed it into Lin Yan's arms.

Lin Yan was holding the transformer, and before he could even see what it was, he hurriedly caught it.

Oh, it's just the cheapest safflower oil, only two cents.

He looked down and discovered that there were two bruises on the back of his hand.

That doesn't make sense. He's been in the Prison Bone Body for so long, it's impossible for him to get bruises just from moving something.

Lin Yan looked at it in the light and realized that it was moss that had gotten on it from somewhere, and with the dust that had settled on the transformer, it looked a lot like a bruise.

"Don't think I'll thank you just because you're playing dumb today. I can take care of myself!"

Sister An stubbornly refused to admit it and glared at him fiercely.

But the moment she turned around and pushed open the door to enter the stairwell.

Lin Yan, with her sharp ears, still managed to hear it.

She mumbled something in a whisper, barely audible, "—Don't block my way next time. Your delicate skin isn't even enough for them to punch."

Bang! The security door slammed shut.

Lin Yan stood under the streetlight, looking at the safflower oil in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

The hedgehog has finally shown a little bit of its soft belly.

Over the next few days, the smell of gunpowder in the workshop grew stronger each day.

An "internal exchange performance" is to be held in the old air-raid shelter in town every weekend.

Sister An was clearly determined to make a name for herself on stage this time.

The intensity of rehearsals doubled.

As a stagehand, Lin Yan not only had to buy meals and repair electrical wires every day, but also had to endure noise pollution every day.

"Wait a minute! The beat is half a beat too slow! Are you playing a drum or a wooden fish?!"

The band lineup has changed several times in the past few days, and Anjie is no longer the drummer.

She snapped a string with a snap, then turned and kicked a nearby gasoline can away.

He pointed at the cowardly, blond-haired drummer sitting in the back and started cursing.

Huang Mao jumped in fright, nearly dropping the two drumsticks in his hands: "An, Sister An, this—this rhythm is too fast, and these aren't even proper drums—"

He was right.

Their underground band was dirt poor.

The drum kit was hastily pieced together using two large gasoline drums, several pieces of sheet metal, and a snare drum that was half broken.

The sound produced by striking it was not only dull, but each strike also produced a metallic, rusty smell.

Anjie grabbed her hair in frustration, her smoky makeup smudged by sweat.

She knew, of course, that the equipment was poor, but with a little effort, she could still create that feeling of tearing everything apart.

Rock and roll is all about spirit; you can accept less-than-ideal equipment.

But now, a guitar alone is not enough to carry the song. The rhythm just now was stagnant and lacked any passion.

"Try again! If you do it wrong again, you're not eating today!"

With a bitter expression, Huang Mao reluctantly moved the gasoline can.

Lin Yan leaned against the tire in the corner, cracking sunflower seeds he had somehow gotten his hands on, while tapping his knees lightly with his fingers in time with the beat.

"Thump, tap, thump-thump-tap————"

His sense of rhythm is quite good, and he even has a touch of flamboyant backbeat chops.

If Sister An were next to Lin Yan at this moment, she would have noticed that he had typed it out.

The feeling she longed for but could never express was somehow captured by his typing.

Unfortunately, the noise in the workshop was too loud.