Chapter 241: Good News

Lu Cheng finally managed to get a word in.

"Teacher Wu, first of all, our family doesn't need a TV. If you want to sell it, I suggest you lower the price and ask around Hu Tong Li; someone will be fighting to buy it."

"If that really doesn't work, my sister works at the Tea Stall, and the train station has a lot of foot traffic, so she could also sell it for you then."

Wu Guiwen naturally knew that lowering the price would sell it; TVs are a hot commodity, many people want to buy but can't.

"Well, then I'll lower the price, you take it, that should work, right?"

Wu Guiwen stepped back a bit, but Lu Cheng was full of questions—why on earth does Wu Guiwen insist on selling it to his family?

Lu Cheng hadn't spoken yet, but Chen Xianglan gave a sidelong glance first.

She didn't want to buy, even at a lower price, and it would make the house a mess, and in the end she'd be the one cleaning up.

"Ahem, my mother doesn't want it; you don't have to insist on selling it to my family. Just ask around Hu Tong Li, or, as I said, take it to the Tea Stall."

Wu Guiwen chuckled hesitantly, "I... I just want to sell it to your family; it's not like I'm selling to a courtyard. It would be convenient for me to watch TV later."

In this courtyard, the only ones who can afford a TV are the Lu family.

When he heard Wu Guiwen's words, Lu Cheng was amused.

"Hehe, Teacher Wu, I ask why you insist on selling to my family. Your abacus beads are so loud they can be heard two li away. Alright, you should sell to someone else."

With Wu Guiwen's calculating mindset, Lu Cheng was even less likely to buy.

Chen Xianglan also laughed in irritation, shaking her head, "Teacher Wu really lives up to the saying: never hungry, never poorly dressed, but can't calculate a lifetime of poverty."

At night, the darkness was as gentle as water.

In the West Wing Room, the light was dim and yellow.

Lin Qingyan flipped through the files about her father, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Cheng placed both hands on her shoulder: "Don't get too worked up; right now you need to keep hope. Next, you must study these documents carefully, list the false accusations, and leave the rest to me."

Lin Qingyan lifted her head, tears swirling in her eyes.

"So will my father be able to return soon...?"

Lu Cheng knew she longed for the family reunion, but after a moment he shook his head slightly.

"It won't be that soon; after you finish organizing the materials here, you'll still need to wait."

Lin Qingyan's hopeful heart sank again: "Then how long will we have to wait?"

Lu Cheng knew this was not the time; we must wait until the flood passes, which is this year.

"By the end of the year, before the New Year, we can definitely reunite your family."

Lin Qingyan had already waited so many years; waiting another year shouldn't be a problem—she should be glad about it, but she didn't know why her heart was in chaos.

"Then does that also mean we have only one year left for our marriage?"

Lu Cheng sat back on the bed: "Yes, that's what we originally agreed on. I protect you from having to go to the countryside for labor, from persecution. You give me your family's Siheyuan, that's an Equal Exchange, so you don't have to feel mentally burdened or think you owe me."

Let what happened in the previous life drift away with the wind. In this life, Lin Qingyan should live the life she wants, and Lu Cheng has his own mission: to restore the family's honor.

Hearing Lu Cheng's words, Lin Qingyan lowered her head: "Do we have to be this clear-cut?"

"Sigh, I'm not afraid of you having any mental burden. After your father's Rehabilitation, you can live the life of a young lady. There's really no need to be cramped in this rundown Da Za Yuan; you should forget about me."

Through the window, Lin Qingyan looked at the courtyard; it's cramped and dilapidated, but it has more warmth than the Grand Courtyard.

Now getting her father's Rehabilitation is the most important thing. Lin Qingyan looked at the stack of documents in her hands, gathered her thoughts, and hunched over the desk, carefully cross-referencing the materials.

It was late before she rubbed her temples, turned her head, and saw Lu Cheng already asleep.

Lin Qingyan got up, turned off the light, groped in the darkness to change clothes, lay on the bed and pulled the curtain. When the curtain reached the pillow, she stopped.

Lu Cheng's hand was still out; Lin Qingyan first applied Frostbite Ointment to the back of his hand, then put it back under the quilt.

Lying on her side, she stared at his distinct face, absent‑mindedly, feeling as if a seed was sprouting in her heart.

This big boy always appears out of sync on the surface, yet everything he does somehow makes people feel at ease.

She turned over, looking at the old beams above, and an inexplicable memory of the day Lu Cheng kissed her flashed in her mind.

One year? It should pass quickly.

But can I really forget you?

……

Three days later, a good piece of news came from Su Feixue about Jin Zhu.

Mei Ju thought it over and decided to agree to marry Jin Zhu.

In fact, Lu Cheng knew that Mei Ju's agreement was because she was attracted to the family's conditions here.

After all, Mei Ju has a younger brother and sister who are still in school, their father is gone, and the family needs a pillar like Jin Zhu.

When Lu Cheng received the news, he went to Lei Zhan Ge's office and mentioned the matter.

This time, Lei Zhan Ge, unlike before when he hid the cigarettes, happily tossed two boxes to Lu Cheng.

"Captain Lei, you can't just give me cigarettes; you promised the big carp, you can't forget that."

Lei Zhan Ge laughed heartily: "I can't forget; this time Jin Zhu can marry a wife, all thanks to you."

Lu Cheng, while smoking, said: "By the way, Captain Lei, the bride's side has agreed, but she also said the three‑turn‑one‑sound must be present."

Lei Zhan Ge clearly looked worried; acquiring the three‑turn‑one‑sound would cost a lot, but then he thought, since Jin Zhu can marry a wife, the request isn't unreasonable.

"No problem; nowadays weddings all need this. We can scrape together the money for the three‑turn‑one‑sound, but the tickets are hard to get. I really need to ask around, but tell the bride's side we will definitely provide it."

Lu Cheng came to the unit this time also to inquire about the Smugghed Goods sales, not knowing how the higher‑ups' research was going.

Hearing Lei Zhan Ge mention the tickets are hard, Lu Cheng immediately said: "Captain Lei, what tickets are you still looking for? I have a way."

Lei Zhan Ge looked over: "You have a way again? Do you actually have tickets?"

Lu Cheng pulled the chair forward: "Our Beijing Station warehouse has so many items; we can easily assemble a three‑turn‑one‑sound, and they're all imported brands. No need to find tickets and buy from the State‑owned Store; just spend money to buy directly from the warehouse at factory price."

"Hiss!" Lei Zhan Ge actually forgot this batch: "But the higher‑ups haven't finalized it yet."

"So, you need to push them…"

Lu Cheng directly handed over the microphone, Lei Zhan'ge was slow to take it, Lei Zhan'ge always felt they had fallen into Lu Cheng's trap.