Chapter 67: Don't Even Give Me One Hundred Yuan

Finally, the shift ended. After arranging the duty roster, He Yuzhu was pushed home by Ma Hua. Before he could even sit steady, while Ma Hua was washing vegetables, a car pulled up at the entrance.

The smiling Big Leader walked in, accompanied by Secretary Chen.

"How is it? You didn't have trouble sleeping, did you?" Looking at He Yuzhu's swollen eyelids, the Big Leader teased.

"No, I slept very well. I almost overslept; my eyelids are swollen from sleeping." Having become so familiar, He Yuzhu naturally wouldn't admit he had cried all night out of heartache.

"Haha, that's good. Here, look, see what I've brought you." The Big Leader didn't expose him, but signaled, and Secretary Chen hurriedly took a red velvet-covered Certificate and a neatly folded Silk Banner out of his briefcase.

"Take a look. These two things kept me busy all day. This velvet-covered Certificate is rare; keep it safe." The Big Leader picked up the teapot on his own, poured a cup of water, and began to drink.

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up, and he took them cautiously; it was finally some consolation.

Opening them, the vigorous and powerful calligraphy leaped off the paper. He Yuzhu was startled and asked, "This... this isn't your handwriting, is it?"

Then he opened the Silk Banner, and the same brush calligraphy appeared before He Yuzhu. The signature made He Yuzhu's hands tremble.

The Big Leader didn't speak, took a sip of tea, and nodded with a smile.

He Yuzhu hugged the two items as if they were treasures and asked the Big Leader expectantly, "Is that all?"

"Haha, of course there's more."

The Big Leader smiled and tapped his finger at the expectant He Yuzhu, then cleared his throat and said, "There is one more sentence for you: 'The little comrade's ideology is highly commendable; thank you very much.'"

"That's it?" He Yuzhu first giggled foolishly, then asked in a daze.

"That's it. Isn't this sentence enough? If this gets out, how many people would be so envious they couldn't eat or sleep." The Big Leader was also taken aback by the question and explained with some confusion.

He Yuzhu's mouth moved, thinking: Shouldn't there also be a five-hundred-yuan reward?

But he didn't dare ask, only looking at the Big Leader with a rather meaningful gaze.

"What's with that look? What, suspecting I embezzled your things?" The Big Leader was a sharp man; as soon as he saw He Yuzhu's look, he understood what he was getting at, and said crossly.

"Cough, cough, no, it's just, I heard there should also be a little... um? Right?" As he spoke, He Yuzhu laughed sheepishly and rubbed his fingers.

"Oh, right, right, there was. Look at my brain. There was one, but I thought, you were willing to donate such a treasure, so giving you money would be an insult to your noble character, so I declined it on your behalf." The Big Leader smiled, patted his head, and after explaining, showed a look that said, "I understand you."

"I... damn it... I..." He Yuzhu almost spat it out, roaring internally: No! You don't understand me! Hurry up and insult me with money!

"What did you say?" the Big Leader asked suspiciously.

"I said, the one who understands me is you!" He Yuzhu twitched his mouth and hurriedly put on a smile.

"Haha, alright then, I'll be heading back. Hmm~ this little master's cooking is also quite good, the flavor is very fragrant. If there's a chance, come to my place and let me have a taste. Go on, no need to see me out." Saying this, the Big Leader walked out with Secretary Chen.

He Yuzhu shouted from behind: "Take care on your way, stay safe." Seeing that the two didn't turn back, he kicked the air at their backs a few times, venting fiercely.

At the corner of the Back Yard, Xu Damao, who had been about to go out to buy meat, poked his head out, looking resentful. Watching the Big Leader's back, he remembered the humiliation when he was driven away, gnashed his teeth and spat a few times, and finally turned to look in He Yuzhu's direction: "If I can't deal with him, I can still deal with you! Hmph."

As the Big Leader got into the car, Secretary Chen teased, "Leader, it looks like He Yuzhu wasn't very willing."

"Haha, anyone would be cursing. A whole room of gold was donated; what's the point of wanting that little bit of money? Better to leave a good impression. This Shazhu, let's go."

Saying this, the driver started the vehicle and left the Siheyuan.

Seeing He Yuzhu biting his lip, Ma Hua didn't dare ask anything and could only cook more efficiently.

"Heh, the leader just praised my cooking for being fragrant. It seems this skill has improved." In his heart, Ma Hua thought with some pride.

"Eat together when you're done. Leave a bowl of the leftovers in the pot for me, and take the rest home." He Yuzhu hugged the Certificate and Silk Banner, carefully turned his wheelchair, hid them in the cabinet, laid various versions of quotation books underneath, and locked the cabinet.

After eating, Ma Hua left, and Bang Geng snuck in stealthily.

"Zhuzi Shu, I'm leaving tomorrow. Is there anything else you need to instruct me on?" Lowering his voice, Bang Geng had quite the air of a Thief Saint.

He Yuzhu was infected by this atmosphere, also looked around stealthily, and replied in a low voice: "Stay safe. Don't get caught when hiding things. It's better to lose the items than your life; you must return home safely. Your mother is still waiting for you in the Mental Hospital."

"Understood. Then I'm heading back."

"Go on, sleep early. Keep the money safe, don't let it get swiped."

"Okay!"

After Bang Geng left, He Yuzhu touched his head. Why was he acting so stealthy in his own home...

The next day, He Yuzhu washed up, ate the leftovers, arrived early at the Rolling Mill, picked up a notebook, and began writing and drawing.

It was a pity he didn't understand technology in his past life, otherwise, how many detours could everyone have avoided. After being full of himself, He Yuzhu wrote down songs and lyrics he could still remember on paper; who knows, they might come in handy.

As he wrote, He Yuzhu frowned. It was inappropriate...

If others saw this, he would definitely be arrested and criticized. He hurriedly tore them into powder and threw them into the trash can.

Then he lay on the table, twirling his pen, thinking about his future path.

Now he had become an official, although only a small Section Chief, he had at least stepped into the political career. As for how to climb higher, he didn't know what the leader was thinking, as he hadn't expressed any intention of taking him into his inner circle.

Little did he know that his petty thoughts had long been seen through by the leader. Being friends was fine, but as superiors and subordinates? He feared being implicated by his political IQ.

After all, in this era, one could get into trouble just by not speaking or doing anything. So many people had fallen; the leader was now terrified of bringing disaster upon himself, so how could he take in this guy who had high expectations but low ability.

"Beep~ beep beep." The shift ended. Not far from the Security Section office, the sound of a car horn rang out. Tang Sanlang hurriedly and diligently pushed He Yuzhu out.

The young man from yesterday got out of the driver's seat and said with a smile: "Thanks, thanks. How about this, this brother should come too. After all, I might have other things to do, and he can take care of Section Chief He."

He Yuzhu nodded. Tang Sanlang grinned, used his arms to lift He Yuzhu into the back seat, and then the young man opened the trunk, and Tang Sanlang put the wheelchair inside.

While the young man was locking the car, Tang Sanlang took the initiative to pull open the driver's door and sat in it.

"Uh, this comrade, do you know how to drive?" The young man was a bit confused and asked suspiciously.

"Ah? I don't know how. Let's go, let's go." Tang Sanlang urged anxiously; it was his first time in a car.

He Yuzhu sat in the back, covering his face in embarrassment.

The young man also opened his mouth wide: "If you don't know how to drive, why are you sitting in the driver's seat? Get in the back."

"Oh, oh, I don't understand, hehe." Saying this, Tang Sanlang ran down nimbly and, under the young man's speechless gaze, ran toward the trunk...