Chapter 7

"Don't crowd here anymore. Class monitors, take your class and leave in order..."

"Head Ma, trouble your security department to put in some effort to guide the students and don't let crowding happen..."

Director Yao, realizing that Lu Zixue was lying, immediately shouted and commanded the students, driving the onlookers away from the gate of County No. 1 Middle School.

It must be said that students in this era were very obedient and disciplined. In just a few minutes, they left the gate of County No. 1 Middle School in lines.

After the people were almost gone, he looked at Li Ye with a dark face and tried to soften his tone: "I will investigate this matter clearly. Before the matter is clear, the bicycle will be temporarily detained at the school. After it is clear..."

"I'm sorry," Li Ye interrupted: "I still say the same thing. You don't have the qualification or the right to manage this matter. If you want to investigate it clearly, we can go to the police station now."

"..."

Director Yao stared at Li Ye, his back teeth grinding.

He could already guess that this Phoenix bicycle belonged to Li Ye, but standing in the position of the school managing students, he couldn't show weakness to a student, let alone apologize.

This was actually the same as a company leader. Even if he was wrong, he couldn't lose his prestige, otherwise the whole company would collapse in the future.

So Director Yao asked himself and felt he wasn't wrong.

But looking at Head Ma's attitude, plus what Lu Zixue said about "the director of the police station being Li Ye's relative," Director Yao also knew that he couldn't press Li Ye down today.

So he straightened his face and said coldly: "I am very glad that I didn't let a black sheep like you into County No. 1 Middle School. A student like you is a tumor..."

But Li Ye interrupted Director Yao again and said calmly: "You keeping me out back then was County No. 1 Middle School's loss."

"Loss?" Director Yao, no matter how much of a teacher he was, couldn't help but sneer: "What a joke. I've been teaching for so many years, and I've never seen a student as arrogant as you."

Li Ye glanced at him and said: "Now you've seen it?"

"You..."

Director Yao was furious and wanted to use the skills he had practiced for more than ten years to teach Li Ye a lesson.

But Li Ye nodded to Head Ma, turned around, got on the bicycle, and left.

"Look at this kind of student, look at this kind of student... Head Ma, why did you introduce him to our school back then? Fortunately, I stopped him, otherwise, what would happen?"

Director Yao pointed at the departing Li Ye and started complaining to Head Ma.

Head Ma endured it for two sentences and then said faintly: "Director Yao, that kid's grandfather is in the grain department. I'm just a runner. If you want to complain, you shouldn't complain to me!"

Director Yao was stunned, recalling the logistics staff of the school who always gave him a bad face recently, and finally realized what was going on.

There was a special system called "grain and oil relationship" in this era, and the power of the grain department was not generally great.

But Director Yao still believed he wasn't wrong. Strictly controlling the quality of students and improving the admission rate of County No. 1 Middle School was his unshirkable responsibility.

Opening a back door here?

No way!

Director Yao sighed, turned back, and found that Lu Zixue was still standing behind him timidly.

He was suddenly furious and started venting his anger on Lu Zixue.

"You bring the bicycle certificate on Monday. If the bicycle is really yours, the teacher will sue and get your bicycle back. If it's not yours, you write a self-criticism and hand it to me."

"..."

After leaving County No. 1 Middle School, Li Dazhuang looked at the Phoenix car under Li Ye's crotch with envy.

Li Dazhuang's bicycle was the one his father had retired. It was rusty and clumsy. Compared with the light and exquisite 26-inch Phoenix, the difference was bigger than that between a poor boy and a rich young master.

It was because Li Ye was the only male in their Li family that they pampered him so much, and there were many people in the family who worked and earned money, so they were willing to buy such a "good-looking but useless" thing.

Most people who bought bicycles in this era first considered their practicality.

In an era where you couldn't see a car on the road all day, bicycles were important means of transport, and it was common to carry hundreds of pounds and travel hundreds of miles.

So this kind of 26-inch Phoenix with a light and thin back seat was really a luxury item.

As the two rode, Li Dazhuang suddenly found that it wasn't the way back to County No. 2 Middle School, so he asked: "Brother, are you going home?"

Li Ye nodded and said: "So many things have happened in the past few days, did you think the family wouldn't know? If I don't go home to explain, I don't know what kind of trouble will happen!"

Qingshui County was only so big. Li Ye's name as "the Yellow Debt Collector" would soon reach the ears of the Li family. With the explosive temper of Li Ye's cheap father, Li Kaijian, it would be strange if he didn't cause trouble.

"That's true," Li Dazhuang agreed: "Uncle Kaijian's temper is bad, you have to let my master pull him."

Li Dazhuang's father had practiced with Li Ye's grandfather for a few days, so Li Dazhuang called Li Ye's grandfather master according to seniority.

Li Ye said again: "Then come to my house for dinner today. I'll buy a roast chicken on the way. Grandfather hasn't seen you for a long time, let him test your kung fu."

Li Dazhuang couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but still shook his head: "No, I haven't been home for several weeks, I miss my mother."

A roast chicken cost three yuan in this era. It didn't sound expensive, but an apprentice who had just entered the factory only had a salary of twenty-something yuan a month. Who would be willing to eat it if there was nothing wrong?

Li Dazhuang usually smoked Li Ye's cigarettes and spent his money without pressure, but he felt a bit uncomfortable eating at Li Ye's house.

"All right, I'll treat you another day."

Li Ye didn't act coy, waved goodbye to Li Dazhuang at the intersection in the west of the city, and rode toward the dormitory area of the fertilizer plant according to his memory.

The dormitory area of the county fertilizer plant was located in the east of Qingshui County, not far from County No. 2 Middle School. Logically, Li Ye could completely commute.

But since a year ago, the original owner had stubbornly chosen to live on campus.

One reason was that Lu Jingyao was also a boarding student. The young and ignorant original owner wanted to see the figure of the girl in his heart every moment.

The second reason was that a year ago, after Li Kaijian returned to work, he finally married a stepmother for the original owner.

Now it was the eighties, and social customs were far less open than in later generations. Under the poison of old evil thoughts, the original owner had a strong resistance to the stepmother's family who had suddenly squeezed in, so much so that he often didn't want to go home for several weeks.

Li Ye couldn't help but curse "unfilial son" in his heart after integrating the original owner's memories.

Li Kaijian had been single since he was in his twenties, guarding a living widowhood for more than ten years to raise Li Ye and his sister, until he remarried at forty. How could he be called a "good father"?

Now that he's back to work and the children are grown up, is it wrong to find a wife who knows how to keep warm?

Shouldn't he? *** **Chapter 8: A Loving Family**