Chapter 1291: Tavern

Shichahai.

After talking with Factory Director Li, Cao Weiguo left work early.

However, he didn't go home but secretly went to talk about life ideals with Yu Li.

After a heart-to-heart conversation, their life ideals were sublimated.

Coming out of Yu Li's place, he rode his bicycle through the streets with a spring breeze on his face.

When passing by Shichahai, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

"They're fighting!"

Don't know who shouted, but people nearby scrambled to run over to watch the excitement.

Cao Weiguo pedaled his bicycle over and saw about thirty young people in a melee.

From their clothing, one could tell that one group was children from military compounds, and the other group was the "Wan Zhu" (local toughs) of the city.

Throwing punches, kicking groins, rolling on the ground, pulling hair, biting ears...

Both sides were in a ball, and the battle was particularly intense.

The onlookers soon surrounded the area, watching with great interest, occasionally commenting—purely watching the excitement without fear of it being too big.

"Whoa! This kid looks like he's practiced wrestling; he's got some moves!"

"Good footwork!"

"Hey! Look at that kid biting someone's ear; how shameless!"

"These compound kids just aren't good enough."

"Don't kick the groin! What if you break it!"

"Good! That shoulder throw was beautiful!"

"Right! Pull his pants down!"

"Hahaha... Red underwear!"

The onlookers talked all at once, each watching with great joy; this was more exciting and interesting than Peking Opera at the Pear Garden.

"The Workers' Correction Team is here!"

"Run!"

"Run quickly!"

Just as the battle was intense, don't know who shouted, and the Workers' Correction Team rushed over in a swarm.

The onlookers scattered, and the two groups fighting in a ball ran for their lives.

Whether they were compound children or local toughs, none were afraid of the Workers' Correction Team.

In this era, the people were the masters; as long as you made a mistake, even if your father was a general or a minister, the Workers' Correction Team would still arrest you.

"Where are you running!"

"Hold them down!"

"Stop them!"

The Workers' Correction Team had many people, and a few compound children who ran slowly were pressed to the ground on the spot.

A few toughs were also caught, but these toughs were "rolling knives" (hardened troublemakers), clearly not their first time being caught.

"Be gentle!"

"Liu the Fatty, you did that on purpose, didn't you!"

"Zhong Yuemin! You're lucky today! Next time, I'll make you kneel on the ground and call me Grandpa!"

"Heizi! Don't be arrogant! This isn't over!"

Cao Weiguo watched for a few moments and then rode his bicycle away.

Zhong Yuemin!

This was another name from his memory.

"I was delayed on the road, I'm late. I'll punish myself with three cups later!!"

"Hahaha, you're not late; I came early. Look, this watch says it's still ten minutes to seven."

Parking his bicycle and walking into the tavern, Director Fang had already ordered wine and food.

After Cao Weiguo sat down, Director Fang poured the wine with a smile.

"Good day, Uncle Niu!"

"Uncle Niu!"

"Uncle Pian!"

"Uncle Pian! Haven't seen you in a long time!"

Just as he was about to pick up his wine glass, Uncle Niu pushed the door and entered, followed by Uncle Pian.

The tavern's regular customers greeted them one after another, and Uncle Pian responded with a beaming smile: "Uncle Qin! No! Comrade Qin! Salute to the proletarian revolutionary faction!"

Zhao Yali stood behind the counter and smiled: "Uncle Pian is back."

Uncle Pian smiled: "I'm back! Comrade Zhao Yali! Bring wine and food!"

Zhao Yali: "Alright, please wait a moment."

"Uncle Niu, Comrade Niu, you used to treat me to wine, today I'm treating."

Uncle Pian walked to the opposite side of Uncle Niu, taking out money and slapping it on the table while speaking.

Uncle Niu smiled: "Different is different. When Uncle Pian left, I saw it; it was so shabby. Look at the spirit now; the fertile black land of the Northeast really nourishes people. Fine, I, Uncle Niu, have never taken advantage of anyone in my life. Today I'll make an exception; two taels, I'll accompany you for a good drink."

Uncle Pian gave a thumbs up: "Good! Bring two taels!"

After saying that, Uncle Pian shouted at Cai Quanwu, who was fiddling with an abacus with his head down: "Hey, hey, hey! Wobo (porter)! Hey! Wobo! Did you see me or not? You haven't greeted me for so long."

Cai Quanwu apologized with a smile: "I saw you, I saw you! Uncle Pian! Uncle Niu!"

Uncle Pian teased: "Cai Quanwu, you two are doing well now. One became the director of the neighborhood committee, and one became the manager of the tavern. Not bad."

Cai Quanwu smiled: "Just getting by."

Just as they were talking, Fan Jinyou walked in from outside.

"Director Fang! Brother Weiguo! Drinking."

As soon as Fan Jinyou entered the door, he saw Cao Weiguo and Director Fang.

Cao Weiguo smiled: "Brother Fan, let's have a couple of drinks together."

Fan Jinyou: "Alright, Brother Weiguo, Director Fang, you guys keep drinking, I'll go add a couple of small dishes."

Uncle Niu smiled: "Haven't seen Director Fan for a while."

Fan Jinyou said: "Hi! Being a director is too busy, too many things, can't get away."

As he spoke, Fan Jinyou looked at Uncle Pian with a feigned expression of surprise: "Uncle Pian! Uncle Pian, when did you come back!"

Uncle Pian smiled: "Just back, just back. Fan Jinyou, you're doing well. You became a director again. Does this count as a salted fish flipping over?"

Fan Jinyou smiled: "Uncle Pian, why are you teasing me as soon as you get back."

Uncle Pian smiled: "Used to it, used to it."

Fan Jinyou chatted with a smile, took the small dishes from the counter, and sat at Cao Weiguo's table. ===== CHAPTER 1293 =====