Chapter 459

When they entered the new society and determined their class status, someone had objections to the He family's status, saying it shouldn't be determined as a third-generation poor peasant.

It was He Daqing who had lobbied to get it determined as a third-generation poor peasant.

"In the original drama of the Sihe Academy, He Daqing ran off with the White Widow; it is said that it was because there was a problem with their family background and he was worried about being liquidated."

"He Daqing's grandfather was a refugee who entered the Tan family. Even if he learned culinary arts and became a master chef, he was still a wage earner—a high-level wage earner!"

"Determining it as a third-generation poor peasant depends on how you interpret it. If you say there's a problem, there's a problem; if you say there's no problem, there's no problem. There's a lot of room for maneuvering!"

Wan Ping'an put the information away.

He had no intention of firing Shazhu.

A small courtyard in the suburbs of Four-Nine City.

The place where Fan Jinyou was recuperating; originally, he was the only one recuperating, but now there was another person.

The One-Eyed Dragon, who had broken an arm and a leg.

Of course.

He wasn't really a one-eyed dragon.

"Still angry with me?"

"Don't be angry. The doctor said your arm and your leg won't have any aftereffects."

"After you recover, I'll find you a temporary job first. Within a year, I'll find you a stable job. How about that?"

Fan Jinyou placated the One-Eyed Dragon.

"Really?"

The One-Eyed Dragon's eyes lit up.

When he first broke his arm and leg, he was in so much pain he wanted to end it all.

After being sent to the hospital, the doctor said he would fully recover and have no aftereffects, so his resentment had lessened, but he was still resentful.

However.

If Fan Jinyou really found him a stable job, then there would be no problem. Why be resentful?

What could be more important than a stable job?

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Rest well. Once your injuries are healed, I'll find you a temporary job."

"Perform well, and I'll find some people to help you turn that temporary job into a permanent one."

"But you are still my man in the future, understand?"

Fan Jinyou didn't want to let the One-Eyed Dragon go.

Even as a cadre at the subdistrict office, he had to pay a high price and use a lot of favors to arrange a decent temporary job for the One-Eyed Dragon.

Having paid so much, he naturally wanted a return!

"Brother Jin, don't worry."

"I am your man in life and your ghost in death. It's a pity I'm a man; if I were a woman, I would definitely offer myself to repay you."

The One-Eyed Dragon pledged his loyalty.

He, of course, understood that for Fan Jinyou to arrange a good job for him, he had to pay a lot; it couldn't be for nothing, and there must be a return!

"I suddenly remembered something. You said Wan Ping'an has a gun?"

Fan Jinyou reacted.

In the early fifties, guns hadn't been fully banned, and many people had them, but that didn't mean they could carry them casually.

Like Fan Jinyou, he didn't have the qualifications to carry a gun.

If he had a gun, it would be illegal possession.

"He has one. At the time, the gun was pointed right at my forehead. I had no choice but to tell him about you, Brother Jin!"

Thinking of the gun.

The One-Eyed Dragon's face turned pale again.

"Good, good, very good!"

"You've performed a meritorious service!"

Fan Jinyou slapped the One-Eyed Dragon's leg.

Ow!

The piercing scream almost made Fan Jinyou deaf.

Only then did he realize that in his excitement, he had slapped the One-Eyed Dragon's broken leg.

"Sorry, I was too happy and got overly excited. I didn't notice. Are you alright?"

Fan Jinyou was very apologetic.

"Luckily the cast didn't break!"

"It just hurts a lot!"

A long time later.

The One-Eyed Dragon finally recovered.

"Wan Ping'an, you're finished. Let's see how you die this time?"

Fan Jinyou had caught Wan Ping'an's leverage.

"Should I report him directly, or blackmail Wan Ping'an?"

"Reporting him directly is the most satisfying!"

"Blackmailing him and using it to threaten him might make him help me pursue Chen Xueru."

"It's really hard to choose!"

Fan Jinyou was a bit conflicted.

"I've decided: blackmail him first, get the benefits, and once I can't squeeze any more benefits out of Wan Ping'an, then I'll report him and send him in!"

Fan Jinyou decided to maximize his benefits.

Six-acre plot.

It was time to get off work.

When Shazhu went home, he habitually took out a tomato, paid for it, and put it in his pocket.

Working at the six-acre plot, they could buy agricultural products or chickens raised there; this was an employee benefit, and there was no need to hide it.

Of course.

Apart from Wan Ping'an, no one could take a single grain of the newly cultivated super golden rice out.

Shazhu had seen with his own eyes that the new batch of workers were all carrying guns.

He wasn't stupid and soon figured it out.

The new batch of workers weren't workers at all; they were elites sent by the higher-ups specifically to protect the super golden rice.

They didn't eat with them either.

When they ate, they ate in batches, an hour apart, to prevent anyone from tampering with the food.

Even if one batch was poisoned, the other batch that hadn't eaten yet would still have combat effectiveness.

Shazhu returned to the Sihe Academy.

Outside the Sihe Academy, at a corner, Yi Zhonghai greeted him.

"First Elder, here you go!"

Shazhu gave the tomato to Yi Zhonghai.

He didn't dare to bring it directly into the Sihe Academy, fearing someone would see it and tell Wan Ping'an.

"Shazhu, you've really worked hard."

"With your tomatoes, the Old Lady's appetite has improved a lot."

"You are truly a good child, knowing how to respect the elderly and having love, unlike Wan Ping'an, who is simply a black-hearted capitalist!"

Yi Zhonghai praised Shazhu.

And belittled Wan Ping'an.

Black-hearted capitalist?

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's statement, Shazhu was slightly stunned.

If someone said Wan Ping'an lacked compassion and was cold-blooded, he would agree with both hands and feet.

But to say Wan Ping'an was a black-hearted capitalist—Shazhu didn't agree. Wan Ping'an was too good to his workers, and they could eat meat every day.

More importantly, the super golden rice.