[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-191":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260899,4412,"Chapter 191: Housewarming Joy, Double the Happiness (Guaranteed Second Update)","rising-in-1979-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>Gong Ying felt her heart was about to leap out of her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blamed herself for not refusing—this kind of contact had definitely crossed the line of friendship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And how old was she? How old was he? This was truly inappropriate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after touching her left side, he touched her right, and her feet felt nailed to the ground, unable to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Wei Ming who finally pulled his hands away; when he looked again at Xue Jie’s face, it was flushed red, tinged with pink, then pink with red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally concluded: “We’ll keep buying this skincare—it really works.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Gong Ying get a chance to punch Wei Ming lightly on the arm, no real force—more like a playful nudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words of warning sounded just as playful: “Don’t be so familiar with your sister. It’s late—take me home now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I still have so much to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then say it on the way. Let’s go.” She pouted again, tugging at Wei Ming’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after getting in the car, Gong Ying was no longer as stiff as before; both hands gripped Wei Ming’s shirt, as if hugging his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Wei Ming said: “Xue Jie, I might be moving. Once I’m settled, I’ll write you a letter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moving? Where to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huaqiao Apartment,” Wei Ming said. “I bought an apartment there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bought?!” That word stunned Gong Ying—nowadays people just rented, and it wasn’t expensive; she’d assumed Wei Ming had moved out for quietness to write, never imagining he’d actually bought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just any place—Huaqiao Apartment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huaqiao Apartment had been pioneered in Shanghai; Beijing had simply copied it, so she knew exactly how expensive it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But considering his talent and diligence, it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming wasn’t showing off—he’d already decided that as soon as he moved in, his first task would be installing a telephone, then giving his number to everyone he knew and did business with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Gong Ying might soon return to Shanghai, Wei Ming wanted to let her know ahead of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Ying softly murmured “Mm,” thinking instead: Xiao Wei’s hometown is close to Beijing, his job is at Peking University, and now he’s bought a place here—he’s clearly not leaving this city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very next morning after dropping Gong Ying off at her workplace, Wei Ming received official notice: his housing application had been approved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately rode his beloved little motorcycle to the bank, withdrew all his savings, nearly filling his backpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he went to Huaqiao Apartment to find Xiao Wang and took him to the relevant office to handle the transfer procedures; Wei Ming covered all associated fees, already spending twenty thousand, so a few more yuan didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all procedures were done, Wei Ming had only three digits left in RMB, plus 4,000 Hong Kong dollars, readily exchangeable for foreign exchange coupons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his name printed on that little booklet, Wei Ming’s heart surged—compared to his past life, he now had a home in Beijing over twenty years early!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the office, Wei Ming hung his backpack straight on Xiao Wang’s neck and gave it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Wei Ming felt uneasy: “Should I take you to Beijing Hotel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When confirming the handover, Xiao Wang had already booked a room at Beijing Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Wang shook his head gloomily: “Can you take me to my girlfriend’s place? I want to give her the money directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “Get in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was the buyer, Wei Ming’s after-sales service was still thorough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped him off at the mouth of an alley, waited about ten minutes, then Xiao Wang came sprinting out empty-handed, leaping into Wei Ming’s car with just one word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the motorcycle shot out of the alley, Wei Ming glanced back—turns out a girl was crying, trying to return the bag to Xiao Wang, weeping and cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Wang clearly wasn’t feeling well either; Wei Ming sighed: “You can cry, but don’t wipe your snot on me. Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Wang stubbornly replied: “I didn’t. Take me to Beijing Hotel. Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dropping him off, Wei Ming rushed straight back to his new home; the gatekeeper, Old Sun, smiled broadly and let the owner in—no more registration needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming politely offered him a cigarette and chatted a bit, deepening his understanding of the neighborhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying goodbye to Old Sun, standing before door 302 of Building 4, Wei Ming fumbled with his keys, turned them—and the door opened!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the spacious, slightly empty 150-square-meter apartment, Wei Ming sank heavily onto the sofa and exhaled: “Awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first thought was changing the lock—after all, Xiao Wang’s girlfriend still had a key, and he hadn’t retrieved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wei Ming stood up to check the liquefied gas—yes, about a third left; enough for his cooking needs for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights all worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The toilet worked well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bedroom had a bed, though narrow—he’d make do for now, then replace it with a three-person bed later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with his current funds, he could only prioritize installing the telephone; he’d ask Ping An Shu about it later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow, Sunday, Wei Ming planned to ask Feng Ge, Biao Zi, Xiao Mei, and Lao Liu to help him move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t really need so many people—mainly to show them around. On Sports Day, Liu Zhenyun had heard from Biao Zi that Wei Ming was buying a house; the news had shaken his worldview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the new home, Wei Ming locked the door and knocked on the door of the neighboring 301, greeting Wu Zuoren and Xiao Shufang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re neighbors now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wei Ming was truly moving in, Wu Zuoren immediately said: “Take any of these paintings with my name on them—you like one, just take it. Consider it a housewarming gift.” To him, these were just a day’s work, nothing much—but someday, each would be worth hundreds of thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming walked over to the painting of the panda hugging bamboo; he could clearly sense Old Wu’s hesitation, yet he still asked his wife to roll it up for Wei Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Old Lady Xiao Shufang also gifted Wei Ming a floral painting; Wei Ming was thrilled—these two paintings instantly made his home feel refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted his chest: “If you ever need help carrying rice or oil barrels, just call me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly couple were deeply moved; they were both in their seventies, healthy but with no children nearby—future needs would inevitably fall on neighbors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Old Wu introduced Wei Ming to the other two households on the same floor—both quiet, trouble-free, and easy to get along with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before returning to Peking University, Wei Ming visited Ping An Shu’s home and told them the housing paperwork was complete—they’d been waiting anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping An Shu, delighted, reminded Wei Ming: “Be sure to tell your parents—let them be happy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaoyan asked: “So when are you moving, Xiao Ming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “Tomorrow. I’ve got Feng Ge and Biao Zi helping. I don’t have much stuff. And tonight I’m cooking at the new place to celebrate—Auntie, you must come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We absolutely must come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wei Ming asked Ping An Shu about installing the telephone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone was installed by the university, with fees covered—due to work requirements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A telephone cost about four or five hundred yuan, with a monthly fee of twenty-five; though his salary was 150, with all benefits, he could easily earn two or three hundred a month—that’s the value of a department-level cadre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, residents couldn’t just install phones freely, so Wei Ming would have to apply under the university’s name—but he’d pay himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paying himself was fine, as long as it got installed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now it’s still manageable, but in a few years, when policies loosen, installation fees will rise even higher, and you’ll have to queue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A phone could cost four or five thousand, and waiting a year or more to get one was common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping An Shu promised to arrange it for him as soon as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the dorm, Wei Ming immediately announced to Biao Zi and the others: “Put everything else aside tomorrow—help me move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Biao Zi borrowed two tricycles from logistics; he and Mei Wenhua each took one and transported all of Wei Ming’s belongings to Huaqiao Apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they saw Wei Ming’s new home, Biao Zi and Xiao Mei’s jaws dropped—this huge apartment could house three families of ten in their Sihe Academy, and now it belonged solely to Wei Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, their desire to earn money reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biao Zi: With a place this big, I could make Yanzi have five kids!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei: With a place this big, I could marry five women!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letters were temporarily placed in the room Wei Ming designated as his study, which had a desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immediate priority wasn’t buying bookshelves, but a round table, several chairs, and groceries for tonight’s housewarming feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biao Zi raised his hand: “There’s a furniture exhibition at Hufangqiao—everything’s there, no tickets needed. Want to check it out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, large furniture stores were rare, and department stores had high rental costs, so exhibitions became a novel way to buy furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, everything was colorful and dazzling; some items were of high quality—if he weren’t strapped for cash, Wei Ming would’ve bought everything on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he bought a large enough round table and ten chairs—there might be many guests tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After paying, Wei Ming had Biao Zi and the others ride the tricycles back with the furniture, gave them the keys, then went to buy groceries himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After you drop off the stuff, go tell Feng Ge and Liu Zhenyun—they can bring their families.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wei Ming returned home with the groceries, Auntie Xiao Yan was already waiting at the door with Xi Zi and Le Le; she’d arrived early to help cook, while Ping An Shu might come later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping An Shu’s family made four people; add Biao Zi and Xiao Mei—that’s six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Ge brought his wife, Mu Rong, too; though she couldn’t eat meat, such a big occasion, such a big house—she had to come and celebrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived hand in hand, carrying a large bag of fruit and canned goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mu Rong brought even better news: “Zhu Lin is back from filming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming wasn’t surprised—he’d been corresponding with Lin Jie and knew her scenes were nearly finished at the beginning of the month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Mu Rong said next was the real top-tier news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from a former colleague that she broke up with her boyfriend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Please vote for monthly tickets!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1789,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b3f69dfd626e6937492a44aec2561516620038302def960321870a7af29e54c5","rising-in-1979-chapter-192","rising-in-1979-chapter-190",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]