Chapter 562: Connected to the Computer

When he mentioned his wife, Guo Tuzi first sighed, and Lu Cheng knew right away that the situation wasn't good.

"I'm at the hospital; I was just about to go out, meaning I was getting ready to go to the hospital."

Lu Cheng already had mental preparation: "Is the treatment not working well?"

Guo Tuzi signaled Lu Cheng to have tea: "Yes, the doctor said that this kind of brain‑nerve issue recovers slowly and must be taken step by step."

"But overall it's better than before; at least the frequency of episodes has noticeably decreased."

Lu Cheng, having seen Guo Tuzi's wife's seizures, treats a pillow like a child, hugging it and talking to himself.

"Guo Dage, since you need long‑term treatment but can't go to the East Suburb Landfill now, how will you make money?"

Previously Guo Tuzi could still earn a bit by scavenging discarded waste, but after the security team tightened control, he lost that source of income.

And now that interventional treatment has begun and shown results, Guo Tuzi certainly won't give up midway.

"I've already thought about this. I used to work as a mason for a while; after spring the snow melts and the rain increases, so houses will inevitably have leaks that need repairing."

"When the time comes, I'll gather a few people and form a construction crew that specializes in fixing houses."

Lu Cheng laughed; it truly is the sort of thing that appears just when you think of it.

"Little brother, why are you laughing? I really did work as a mason before; although my skill doesn't match a master craftsman, I can still handle repairing a house."

Lu Cheng waved his hand: "No, no, I'm not making fun of you. I happen to have a house and want to dig a cellar; I thought I'd give it to you to do, as a way of supporting you."

Guo Tuzi, upon hearing that, immediately agreed heartily: "What kind of thing is that? I'll definitely do it beautifully for you."

"Rest assured, Guo Dage, whatever the cost, I'll take care of the meals…"

Before Lu Cheng could finish, Guo Tuzi immediately objected: "I tell you, little brother, when you say that you look down on me; why charge money for work done for your own people?"

Knowing Guo Tuzi is this generous type, but sticking to the facts, Lu Cheng said: "That won't do; if you don't want money, I have no way to give you the job…"

Seeing Guo Tuzi still trying to refuse, Lu Cheng added: "It's not just you, and Guo Dage, I need to say that, regardless of what we do, money is money, feelings are feelings."

"For a construction crew like yours that repairs houses, it's inevitable that at first the clients are acquaintances. If you adopt a no‑money attitude and just help people, the other members of your crew will object, and eventually internal conflicts will arise, causing the operation not to last."

Lu Cheng's words were inevitably somewhat harsh, yet Guo Tuzi also understood that this is indeed the reality.

Eight out of ten families are acquaintances; how can this construction crew sustain itself?

"Ha, as the elder brother here, I've truly been taught today."

Lu Cheng smiled: "I didn't mean to lecture Guo Dage; making money is hard for anyone. You can take a loss in other matters, but money must be clarified; only then can the relationship endure."

Guo Tuzi nodded; he could clearly sense that Lu Cheng wasn't as simple as he seemed.

When you think this person is carefree, with no scheming, and a drink can make them a confidant, yet when it comes to matters of principle, they become unusually calm and deliberately keep distance.

"Alright, little brother, it's definitely impossible to start construction in this icy snow, but once spring arrives I'll get it done for you right away."

Lu Cheng recalled something: "There's one thing, Guo Dage—when the time comes, it's best not to disturb the neighbors. The excavated soil doesn't need to be hauled away; just pile it in the flower bed, I'll keep it for planting trees."

Guo Tuzi, after hearing that, instinctively wanted to ask why, but swallowed the words.

Because Lu Cheng's face clearly showed he didn't want to talk about it, pressing further would cross the line again.

Leaving Guo Tuzi's place, Lu Cheng went straight home; his sister hadn't finished work yet, so he placed two bottles of Mao Tai in Xi Er Fang.

Chen Xianglan saw her son return on his own and glanced toward the front yard.

"Hey San'er, where are those two kids?"

Lu Cheng wandered into the kitchen, casually picked up some sliced radish from the board and popped it into his mouth.

"You said you didn't look down on me, so I just threw it halfway."

Chen Xianglan rolled her eyes: "Don't joke around."

Lu Cheng laughed: "The two kids were taken away."

"Taken away? Did the Lin Family send someone?"

Seeing that Chen Xianglan couldn't even bother with cooking, Lu Cheng naturally knew what his mother wanted to ask.

"I'm afraid I may disappoint you; those two kids have nothing to do with me. Their father is indeed a pilot, and he got married as soon as he reached Ha City."

Hearing this, Chen Xianglan felt momentarily conflicted, just as her son said, truly a bit disappointed.

"It's fine if it's fine; I'm just wondering why you look so much like me when you were little…"

Seeing his mother's low spirits, Lu Cheng put his arm around her shoulder: "Stop overthinking; these things have no impact, yet you keep linking them to me."

"If I were to say, the resemblance must be because of my dad; you should look into my father's side."

"What does your dad have to do with it?"

Lu Cheng thought for a moment: "Hmm? It's quite possible that the pilot is my dad's illegitimate son, which would make him my half‑brother; thinking that way, the reason we look alike might be explained…"

Chen Xianglan glared, so angry she was about to grab a knife; the sight frightened Lu Cheng, who hurriedly ran out.

As soon as he reached the courtyard, he accidentally bumped into Lu Beitang returning.

"What's going on! You're a deputy‑division‑level officer, yet you're still so careless!"

"Sorry, Dad, it's my mother, she's losing it again; she seems to have found out you have an illegitimate son and wants to cut you with a kitchen knife, so run!"

Lu Cheng said that and ran; Lu Beitang, hearing it, also ran after him…

Only after reaching the front yard did they feel something was wrong!

"Why am I running after you?"

"Who said they have an illegitimate son? You! Hey, you little brat…"

One day at Da Za Yuan passed in a noisy clamor; after a day's toil, the lights in every household went out at night, and it gradually quieted.

As for borrowing the computer, Lu Cheng received the news three days later.

Professor Yang, through connections, managed to secure a computer at a research institute in Gan Province; it is said that this computer even participated in calculations for a satellite launch.

Nowadays such computers aren't the later‑generation ones with a screen and a single main unit; their structure is far from simple.

Computers capable of large‑scale calculations come as an entire set of facilities, impossible to fit into a single truck.

This shows how precious they are, and the key is that they're very delicate.

Moreover, it's in another province; if we use a truck to transport it, the journey will inevitably be bumpy, and if any part gets damaged, who will bear the responsibility.

So the current situation is that contact has been made, but the crucial question is how to transport it to the Capital City?

And who will sign this responsibility document?