Chapter 1194: It's So Hard to Be a Good Person

The situation that broke out in the city last week had a huge impact, and many foreign affairs offices chose to close.

Many reporters and personnel engaged in related work chose to evacuate.

Even more people, not knowing where they heard the rumors, moved their luggage to the International Hotel.

They believed it was safer here than at the foreign affairs offices.

So recently, the rooms at the International Hotel were full, and more and more foreigners appeared here.

Every time it was time to eat, the restaurant was still full of foreigners.

Zhou Xiaobai's return this time was a bit hurried, and she didn't book a room in advance.

So she didn't want to go home, and could only stay at the club's guesthouse.

She originally wanted to ask Wu Ge out to play, but heard that he had things at home, so she didn't care.

Zuo Jie had become more and more popular in the circle of veterans recently, and had more and more face.

Especially with his unique vision and advance judgment on the foreign affairs office incident, his authority in the Youth Club became more and more prosperous.

In this setback, many veterans were folded in.

It wasn't that they were seriously injured, but that they were arrested.

For them, it could be called a tragic lesson.

It even had a more dramatic impact on them than the incident with Seeing Wei Guo.

Seeing Wei Guo was just the arrogance and domineering of a single individual, but this time it was a widespread blow.

So, even the most arrogant veterans in the city chose to bide their time and stay behind closed doors at this time.

Those who were smart, or couldn't bear the temper, began to find a second way.

Why was the Youth Club able to stay out of trouble, stand out, and even get some praise in this incident?

It had to be seen from the founding foundation of the Youth Club and the club's activity purpose.

Here, more attention was paid to unity and learning, more advocacy for progress and improvement, and the activities held were also set around learning and progress.

Exercising the body and defending the country—isn't that progress?

Unity and innovation, diligent study and hard practice—doesn't that count as improvement?

Zuo Jie was very good at thinking; some of the activities he presided over even invited experts to give lectures.

Including basic courses, foreign languages that they couldn't learn after graduation or when school was suspended, and cultural courses, etc., were all reset.

Compared to high school learning courses and teaching modes, this was more like a specialized university.

That is to say, the teacher only talked about the core, and others needed to read books, study by themselves, and check materials by themselves.

Members who were willing to learn would come to learn, and no one forced them if they didn't want to.

It was just that everyone was learning, everyone was improving, and naturally, everyone began to work hard.

This seemed very strange.

When they were in school, the teachers taught hard, and the parents whipped them with belts, but they didn't want to learn.

Instead, now that the teacher's teaching time was less and the courses were looser, they began to work hard.

This also confused their parents; is this a club or a school?

Originally, they thought the little rabbits at home were too capable of causing trouble and running around the city.

It was really good to have this place for them to exercise their bodies, cultivate their sentiments, and make friends, so they were naturally willing to support it.

It was just that they didn't expect that the investment would be small and the harvest would be great.

Now these young people in the club, sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen years old, didn't cause trouble when they returned home, and held a big book to study; you say, can the parents bear it or not?

I haven't even understood Marx yet, and you've started reading big books; is this rebelling against heaven?

It was just that this suspicion carried a bit of expectation and surprise, and there was more sitting on the sidelines.

They didn't quite believe that these young people had enough patience and enthusiasm to learn these theoretical things.

However, they weren't willing to dampen their children's enthusiasm either; not causing trouble was already a good thing.

However, concerned parents were also paying attention to their children's learning situation; they knew that the trouble caused by being naughty was ultimately limited, but the trouble caused by culture and knowledge was infinite.

"We are all new youths walking in the new era," Zuo Jie looked at the crowd and said: "We have common ideals and goals, and that is to make greater contributions to the cause of liberation of all mankind!"

You listen to Zuo Jie's words, they are a bit "zhong'er" (chuunibyou), a bit silly, but in fact, you have to understand them by listening, and combine the actual situation and environment to fully understand him.

Think carefully, is it necessary to say this at this time, is it necessary to label your thoughts as correct.

You laugh at him, look back at those tofu articles in later generations, and you will know that an era has an era's requirements and rhythm.

In this era, if you want to do something, you must first emphasize that what you are doing is correct.

So when he made the opening speech for today's symposium, the crowd in the flower hall listened with great patience.

They didn't think Zuo Jie was talking big, because Zuo Jie had initially possessed the basic conditions to realize this ideal, and that was managing an organization.

After emphasizing a few slogans and themes, Zuo Jie reached out and gestured to Zhou Xiaobai, who was sitting beside him.

He introduced: "Comrade Xiaobai is a relatively mature member of our Youth Club cause."

"Has thoughts, has ability, talks about unity."

Zuo Jie's way of speaking now was really like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another, he could really pull words.

"Next, please invite Comrade Zhou Xiaobai to share with us how she achieved a double harvest of personal learning and career progress through her own efforts after graduation!"

"Everyone applaud and welcome—"

"President Zuo is really too polite!"

Zhou Xiaobai smiled at the crowd and said: "Everyone is also too polite."

"In fact, I don't have much talent and ability, it's all the courage and luck given to me by this era."

She smiled and said to the crowd in the flower hall: "A year ago, I was the same as you, also sitting here."

"It's just that we didn't have such good conditions at that time; this club was also officially operated in May of this year, and the early stage was trial operation while being renovated..."

On the last day of August, the scorching heat had weakened, and cool breezes blew through the open windows from time to time.

The naughty wind played with the white sand curtains, teased the emerald flowers and leaves, and blew away the restlessness in everyone's hearts.

Most of the young people sitting here today were not members of the Youth Club, just lucky enough to be invited here to visit and learn.

Affected by the recent trend, news about this club was spreading among the young people.

But whether it was East Wind No. 1 or the branch organization Youth Club, the investigation of members was too strict.

So far, only a very small part of the youth had received invitations and became regulars here.

And the youth who joined the club were all outstanding young people among the young people.

The changes that happened after they entered the club were all seen by the outside world.

This also made the club's reputation more and more positive and loud.

The applications submitted through various channels were thick, which was also the situation Zuo Jie hoped to see.

After a background investigation, he listed a list of candidates for investigation.

From August of this year until May of next year, these people would become reserve members of the Youth Club.

Personnel who passed the investigation would officially receive invitation letters on May 4th Youth Day next year.

It wasn't that no one had questioned such strict entry conditions and systems.

But most people expressed recognition and approval.

The harsher the conditions, the more it could highlight the precious status of this club.

If everyone could enter, they wouldn't care about it.

Zuo Jie was also very good at soothing people's hearts, and had learned the principle of hunger marketing from Li Xuewu.

Every month, he would send invitation letters to some people waiting for investigation, inviting them to the club to participate in tea party activities.

It both eased their urgent mood for this place and guaranteed their attention and yearning for this place.

Can look but can't play, you say is it annoying?

Yes, visiting is to let these people see, not to give them the opportunity to participate in activities.

Zuo Jie very cleverly called them peripheral members.

He absolutely didn't expect that the word "peripheral" would be ruined in later generations.

Zhou Xiaobai wasn't back for vacation, and wasn't back to visit relatives; she was invited back by Zuo Jie to give a speech.

Representing the Youth Club, she talked to the peripheral members about her successful experience, how she became an excellent business manager from an unemployed youth.

Zuo Jie's explanation for her career success was talent and effort, and her own definition was courage and luck.

As for what the two said represented, it was estimated that the peripheral members in the flower hall couldn't understand.

Before understanding the Youth Club, they were just naughty kids in the courtyard, or bookworms.

They had never thought about what they could really do at their age, or how much money they could earn.

Playing crazy, playing silly, laughing blindly—this was the basic situation of young men and women in the era.

It wasn't until they got here that they found out their peers, or people of similar backgrounds, and even classmates, already had their own careers and life goals.

This discovery was very shocking, or rather, the blow to them was very great.

It was as if there was a chasm separating them; on the other side of the chasm was the world of adults, while they were still standing in the world belonging to children.

This kind of confusion and blow was very dangerous and fatal to them.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, the age most in need of social recognition.

Look at the age of the young people who participated in the university study activities and you will know, they need recognition.

So you say they are backward, too childish, playing pediatric things, how could they accept it.

This isn't differential treatment, this is hierarchical division.

Today, as peripheral members, they look at Zhou Xiaobai and Zuo Jie as advanced and successful.

Little did they know that there is always a mountain higher than another, and they were also looking up to others.

The Youth Club is a branch organization of East Wind No. 1, and what Zhou Xiaobai and others look up to are the members of East Wind No. 1.

Mixing here, the young people, influenced by what they see and hear, feeling the power and influence of Huang Gan and others, naturally knew what to do and what to learn.

So some parents were shocked; their children were reading big books, and they were asking them for advice.

Looking back, the members of the Youth Club were also influencing these peripheral members.

Standing outside the door, they didn't understand but felt it was awesome, only seeing these outstanding people talking and doing things more like adults than them, more wise, and their hearts had long been attracted.

If one day, they also entered here, became members of the Youth Club, and looked at those peers living in a muddle outside, would they have the same state of mind as they do now?

"Don't call me next time, I won't come—"

Zhou Xiaobai drank a sip of warm tea and complained to Zuo Jie: "The whole afternoon was delayed here."

"Didn't you speak very well—"

Zuo Jie praised with a smile: "I think it was more vivid than what I said, and had more practical effects."

"You just mock me, anyway I won't come."

Zhou Xiaobai covered her mouth and smiled, looked at Li Yuanchao sitting on the side, and asked: "Why don't you talk? Pretending to be profound?"

"Hi, aren't we listening to Teacher Zhou's speech—"

Li Yuanchao smiled and looked at Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang, the teasing in his mouth was slapped by Zhou Xiaobai.

He waved his hand to beg for mercy and said: "You have a large amount, please don't hold a grudge against me."

These words weren't just about the teasing just now, but also about the two people he was looking at just now.

Zhong Yuemin had been chasing Zhou Xiaobai for several months, picking her up from work every day.

Zhang Haiyang was from the same courtyard as Zhou Xiaobai, and was just one confession away.

He deliberately recommended these two to come up, and brought them to listen to the tea party on the day Zhou Xiaobai was there, with ulterior motives.

It was just that this intention had to be covered up, so there was the plea for mercy just now, which could be considered an unintentional apology.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't think of a deeper layer, thinking it was a coincidence.

However, she now looked at Zhong Yuemin without any entanglement or helplessness, her gaze frank and clear.

"Spoke really well, I was fascinated—"

Before Zhong Yuemin could speak, Zhang Haiyang took the lead and applauded with a smile: "Today was really beneficial, gained a lot."

"Zhang Haiyang, you did it on purpose, right?"

Zhou Xiaobai moved her gaze away from Zhong Yuemin, glared at Zhang Haiyang, and said: "Why did you come?"

"Don't say you came to listen to me bluff!"

"I didn't know you were here before—"

Zhang Haiyang, relying on his status as being from the same courtyard and a classmate, was very good at talking.

He feigned seriousness and explained: "Today was also nothing, just a coincidence, Yuanchao invited me."

"Really?"

Zhou Xiaobai didn't care whether he came or not, because she didn't know the other party liked her at all.

Or rather, there were many people who liked her.

Even if she knew Zhang Haiyang liked her, so what? It was just one of her many pursuers.

She laughed and teased, then looked at Zhong Yuemin, whose face was a bit stiff, and asked: "What about you, why did you come?"

"Me? I'm... here to accompany my brother."

Zhong Yuemin tried hard to maintain a relaxed state, patted Zhang Haiyang on the shoulder beside him, and said: "We came together."

"I had a fight with Yuemin, and later carried a matter together, so we are good friends."

Zhang Haiyang saw Zhou Xiaobai looking over and explained hurriedly: "But we didn't cause trouble..."

"You just weren't caught, right?"

Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes and said: "Walking by the river often, it's hard not to get your shoes wet, be careful."

"Yes, yes, yes, we didn't turn over a new leaf—"

Zhang Haiyang had the expression of a "licker," smiled and said: "Consider the organization, learn from the advanced."

"Came to learn set words from Zuo Jie, right?"

Zhou Xiaobai glanced at him amusedly, stood up, and said: "I'll treat you to dinner tonight, there's no room at the International Hotel, so let's use the club's private room, don't go anywhere!"

"How can that be!" Zhang Haiyang stood up with a "ceng" and took the initiative: "How can I let you treat? I'll treat, I'll treat."

"Sit down, don't be polite with me here—"

Zhou Xiaobai patted his shoulder very refreshingly and said: "No problem if you want to treat, wait until next year."

After saying that, she greeted the few people in the room and went outside the flower hall.

"Hey! People have walked far away—"

Li Yuanchao saw Zhang Haiyang still standing there, pulling his neck to look at the backyard, and reminded him with a smile: "Your soul is lost if you look any longer."

"Don't make trouble, I'm just looking at the courtyard."

Zhang Haiyang was also good at talking nonsense; now that his intentions were exposed, he was a bit embarrassed.

It was just that he didn't notice that after the rush to answer, the new brother he had made had become silent.

Li Yuanchao naturally saw Zhong Yuemin's silence, which led to the words that exposed Zhang Haiyang's intentions just now.

This was to remind Zhong Yuemin that your brother wants to green you.

Zhang Haiyang's reaction was a bit slow, or rather, he didn't realize Zhong Yuemin's purpose for coming today at all.

Zuo Jie looked at Li Yuanchao playfully, smiled without saying a word, and held his teacup to watch the excitement.

Study activities were generally held in the small auditorium or library, while tea parties were fixed here.

The space in the flower hall was large enough, the plants here were richer and more beautiful, and the furnishings also appeared luxurious.

Now only the four of them were left, so the conversation became relatively private.

"Zhou Xiaobai is really capable, she created such a big career without making a sound."

The licker No. 2, Zhang Haiyang, looked at Li Yuanchao with some envy and asked: "The project you are doing now is from their unit, right?"

"That's right, thanks to President Zhou's care, I earned some small money."

Li Yuanchao smiled frankly and said: "You are from the same courtyard as her, you don't know?"

"Don't know, she doesn't go home now," Zhang Haiyang shook his head slightly and replied: "Even if she goes home, she won't say these things."

"Then don't spread it outside."

Li Yuanchao urged: "Don't disturb President Zhou's plan, and don't add trouble to others."

"Of course I won't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Haiyang nodded very seriously and said: "I also won't let others talk nonsense."

After he finished these domineering words, the licker No. 1, Zhong Yuemin, who was sitting beside him, looked even worse.

"You are an old classmate of hers, you can completely connect some business from her like I do."

Li Yuanchao gestured to Zhang Haiyang and said: "You also have a group of little brothers, you can spend money together after earning it."

"I heard it's very profitable!"

Zhang Haiyang was really interested in this aspect; earning money was one aspect, and on the other hand, it was also an opportunity and reason to contact Zhou Xiaobai.

"Not very profitable, it's all hard-earned money."

Li Yuanchao smiled and introduced: "Fresh seafood transported from Jinmen Port, 50 yuan commission per ton."

"You just need to contact the buyer, you don't need to worry about anything else, just wait for the

He tapped the coffee table and emphasized: "But the buyer must be a public unit, preferably a logistics canteen or welfare procurement or something like that."

"Oh, I understand—"

Zhang Haiyang rolled his eyes; he didn't expect Li Yuanchao to be so straightforward as to tell him these things.

Isn't this just like sharing money with him!

Actually, that's not the case; everyone's circle is different, and the units they can come into contact with are also different.

Li Yuanchao's father has transferred to the economic sector, and the business he is doing now is mainly with units in the economic sector.

And Zhang Haiyang's father is still in the military department; even if everyone does it together, it won't affect him much.

On the contrary, if fresh seafood is truly scaled up and the influence expands, it will also be beneficial to his business.

"My friend has been doing it for two months," Li Yuanchao confidently stretched out two fingers and said: "Now I've earned this much."

"Holy crap! Is that for real!"

Whether it was the excited and curious Zhang Haiyang or the depressed Zhong Yuemin, they were both shocked by his words at this moment.

"So much!"

Zhong Yuemin asked in disbelief: "You're talking about two thousand, not two hundred yuan, right?"

"Get lost, who are you insulting!"

Li Yuanchao scolded him amusedly, tilted his head seriously, and said: "It's almost September and October; this money is even easier to earn. Before the end of the year, I'll be able to save enough money to buy a car."

"See that?"

He turned back and pointed to the Red Star Antelope in the parking space and said: "City version, the best model!"

Seeing the two people's gazes follow, he signaled to Zuo Jie, who was sitting in the chair, and said: "President Zuo helped me get a quota; the original price is ten thousand, but it can be discounted to eight thousand."

"Holy crap—"

Zhang Haiyang and Zhong Yuemin were shocked beyond measure by his words, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Zuo Jie also carried awe.

Not to mention anything else, a single quota reduced the price by two thousand yuan; this strength and ability are just too awesome!

Furthermore, being able to buy a car after working for half a year—if Li Yuanchao wasn't bragging, then how much must he be earning every month?

That's a car, not a Comet motorcycle on the street!

In this era, having a bicycle is already awesome; he's riding a motorcycle now and wants to buy a car.

Just tell me, how envious must Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang be?

Both of them thought at the same time that one day they would earn enough money to buy a car and come here to pick up Zhou Xiaobai from work; that would be how...

"I dare not take credit for the quota, hehe."

Zuo Jie said with a chuckle: "This is a welfare benefit given by Wu Ge, the president of the Dongfeng No. 1 Club."

He stood up and signaled to Li Yuanchao, saying: "This benefit exists, but the only one who can use it right now is Yuanchao."

After introducing it like this, he signaled toward the management office, saying he had something to do and asked them to please make themselves at home.

Li Yuanchao's words were much more effective than Zhou Xiaobai's talk all afternoon.

A car purchase quota with a discount is a welfare benefit for members of the Youth Association.

Moreover, the money for the car was also saved from the opportunities shared here after Li Yuanchao joined the Youth Association.

In other words, the reason Li Yuanchao can be so cool today is precisely because he is doing well in the club.

Therefore, Zhang Haiyang and Zhong Yuemin both had a decision in their hearts, and that is that they must join the club.

"Yuemin, let's work together!"

Zhang Haiyang greeted enthusiastically: "You and I are brothers; if there's money to be made, we'll make it together."

"This... let me think about it again."

Zhong Yuemin had long since lost the "best friends for life" mood he had when he arrived at noon; he wished he had never met Zhang Haiyang.

"You also know that I still have a group of little brothers; we... you understand."

"Indeed, it was me who didn't think comprehensively."

Zhang Haiyang understood his words, nodded, and said: "Sorry, Yuemin, look at me... I was a bit excited."

"Hehe—it's okay—"

As for the "this... what" in the other party's words, Zhong Yuemin understood; it was nothing more than being excited to see Zhou Xiaobai.

Now that he's getting closer and closer to Zhou Xiaobai, he feels the opportunity is getting bigger and bigger.

Zhong Yuemin maintained the appearance of a loyal brother on his face, but in reality, he had already started planning how to surpass the other party.

Li Yuanchao, who was lighting a cigarette, had his gaze shifting, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually spread, carrying a bit of mischief.

"Is Zhou Xiaobai staying here tonight?"

Zhang Haiyang looked at the backyard and asked: "Does she have any other arrangements?"

"Playing tennis, accompanying someone to play tennis—"

Li Yuanchao said slowly, picked up his teacup, and said: "Don't be so rash next time."

Seeing the confusion in Zhang Haiyang's eyes, he smiled and reminded: "Regarding the matter of treating guests, the restaurant here is only open to members; you can't treat guests."

"Ah? Ah! No wonder she..."

Zhang Haiyang suddenly remembered what Zhou Xiaobai had just said; inviting him next year... does that mean she hopes he joins the club and wants to... hehe...

He was thinking about his own thoughts here, while Zhong Yuemin on the side heard the profound meaning in Li Yuanchao's words.

Playing tennis? Accompanying whom to play tennis?

"Hey! Yu Jie, you smell so good!"

Zhou Xiaobai thought her nose was hallucinating and specifically sniffed Yu Li.

Only then did she confirm that the fragrance was coming from Yu Li; it was the scent of perfume.

"Really? Why didn't I smell it?"

Yu Li's face flushed slightly; she feigned ignorance and sniffed her arm, saying: "No—"

"Hey—this is too fake!"

Zhou Xiaobai scolded with disdain: "You're even guarding against me? Tell me, who gave it to you!"

Luo Yun swung the racket in her hand, looked at the two of them amusedly, and said: "Tell me too—"

"You're asking for a beating!" Yu Li scolded: "If you do this again, I won't play with you anymore."

"You've even started changing the subject—"

Zhou Xiaobai curled her lips and teased her on purpose: "It must have been given by a man."

"Can't I have bought it myself?"

Yu Li rolled her eyes, walked to the rattan chair on the side of the court, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun also walked back; the two whispered a few words and said with a smile: "Impossible!"

"This perfume scent absolutely cannot be bought in the country!"

Zhou Xiaobai sat on the chair with a thud, picked up the teacup, and drank it clean in one go, then laughed and teased: "It seems Yu Jie's happy event is near—"

"If you mess around again, I'll really spank you!"

Yu Li rolled her eyes at her and signaled to the courtyard opposite, saying: "Go, go find your Wu Ge; don't come bother me."

"Wouldn't that be very disloyal?"

Zhou Xiaobai looked at the courtyard opposite and said with a tea-like smile: "Let me play with you for a while longer."

"Forget it, you came all the way back from Jinmen," Yu Li looked at her and said: "It definitely wasn't to play tennis with me."

"Then I'll be embarrassed!"

Zhou Xiaobai handed the racket to Luo Yun, stood up, waved her hand, and said: "I'll go see if Wu Ge needs a tea refill."

"What a lame excuse!"

Luo Yun curled her lips, sat in the seat Zhou Xiaobai had just vacated, and asked Yu Li: "Isn't Wu Ge busy today?"

"Hmm, he is quite busy—"

Yu Li wiped the sweat on her neck with a towel and said casually: "He has to go home soon."

"Hey! You're really mean!"

Luo Yun reached out and pushed her gently, scolding: "You don't have to retaliate like this; it's too cruel!"

"What, what are you saying?"

Yu Li had a smile on her lips, looked at Luo Yun, and asked knowingly: "What are you saying? Why can't I understand?"

Fine! Ginger is still spicier when it's old!

Luo Yun knew that Yu Li had long known that Zhou Xiaobai knew but pretended not to know, while she herself really didn't know.

The two of them were teasing each other, and it turned out she was the only one happily in the dark!

Xue Pinggui: "Su Long and Wei Hu were the matchmakers, and Prime Minister Wang was my chief witness!"

Wang Baochuan: "I don't know about others, but Su Long and Wei Hu are relatives. Let's enter the Prime Minister's mansion together, and the three of us will clarify it face-to-face."

Xue Pinggui: "The three of them have a grudge against me; they'll bite their teeth and refuse to admit it."

……

"Really good—"

Zhou Xiaobai looked at Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao with envy, clapping her hands.

It's a pity that only she and Li Xuewu were the audience in the room, and the applause wasn't very enthusiastic.

In fact, she was the only one clapping.

Jin Jiaojiao, who was singing Xue Pinggui, shook her beard and teased Zhou Xiaobai, asking: "What's good about it?"

"Uh—it's just good—"

Zhou Xiaobai praised with very clear eyes: "Although I don't understand it, I really think it sounds good, really good!"

"Thank you, Miss Xiaobai—"

Tong Huimei, who was wearing women's clothing and singing the role of Wang Baochuan, placed her hand on Jin Jiaojiao's arm, signaling her not to be naughty.

She smiled as she walked over to greet them and said: "We are still learning; we didn't sing well, please forgive us."

"Ah! You call this not singing well?"

Zhou Xiaobai asked in surprise: "Then how good would it be if you sang well?"

"Hahaha—"

Jin Jiaojiao couldn't help but cover her beard with her sleeve and laughed wantonly.

She was dressed as an old man now, so naturally, there was nothing wrong with laughing, it just sounded too fun.

"It's indeed very good; I could even tell."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile and asked: "What play is this?"

"It's 'Wujiapo', the story of Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan."

Tong Huimei hadn't seen him for a long time, and she seemed a bit eager at this moment.

Li Xuewu had just finished his work at the management office and came over to their side.

Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao were both pleasantly surprised; they happened to be practicing, so they borrowed their costumes to perform a segment for him.

"It's a small segment," she felt that her eagerness had surprised Zhou Xiaobai, who had arrived halfway through, so she restrained herself a lot more at this moment.

"It tells the story of General Xue Pinggui returning home, meeting Wang Baochuan in front of Wujiapo; the husband and wife had been separated for eighteen years, and Wang no longer recognized Xue."

"Xue pretended to ask for directions to test her heart; Wang fled back to the kiln, Xue chased after her, told her his name and his experiences after they parted, and the husband and wife recognized each other."

She explained it in great detail, as if she wanted to express something; it's just that the more she spoke, the lower her head went, and she became a bit embarrassed.

Zhou Xiaobai was just curious about the two people's costumes and makeup; this was her first time observing Qin Qin Jingju actors at such close range.

She had heard before that there were people learning opera in the garden here, but she hadn't had much contact with them.

Even if they met in the restaurant, Jin Jiaojiao and Tong Huimei rarely spoke to others, so it wasn't until today that both sides could be considered to have spoken.

Jin Jiaojiao was quick-witted and also curious about Zhou Xiaobai, who had lived in the same courtyard.

They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

Like a little girl, Zhou Xiaobai only spoke a few words to her and could feel the other party's simplicity.

So she felt the other party was even more adorable and took the initiative to make friends.

Tong Huimei was more mature in her thinking, and there was only Li Xuewu in her gaze.

She didn't mind Li Xuewu's character of asking questions when he didn't understand, or his blunt statement that he didn't understand Qin Qin Jingju.

She even felt satisfied that she had performed for him, even though he didn't understand.

He was just this upright and honest; it was the way she liked and admired.

So when Li Xuewu praised them for singing well, she was truly happy, because it must be the truth.

"Are you still learning opera from your teacher?"

Li Xuewu looked at Tong Huimei, reached out, and touched her small hand, not caring about Zhou Xiaobai's gaze.

Tong Huimei, on the other hand, was a bit embarrassed; she showed the calluses on her hands and said: "Yes, I was practicing sword, it rubbed them."

Zhou Xiaobai saw that he was looking at this, so she didn't pay any more attention and started chattering with Jin Jiaojiao.

"Ask your teacher if you can go on stage to perform now."

Li Xuewu was very considerate of their situation and didn't make a decision arbitrarily.

Seeing that Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao both looked over, he explained with a smile: "Red Star Factory is expanding recently and has acquired five theaters in the city for cultural propaganda work."

"If you can perform on stage, I will arrange for you to join the troupe for performances by way of secondment."

He patted her hand lightly and said: "You need to accumulate stage experience, right?"

"Sister—"

Jin Jiaojiao's eyes were full of excitement and longing; she wanted to perform on stage so much, this was her goal in learning opera.

"Won't it cause you trouble?"

Tong Huimei asked cautiously: "After all, we are still young; a few years later would also be fine."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you sing the prescribed repertoire."

Li Xuewu could see Jin Jiaojiao's anxiety and Tong Huimei's caution.

He comforted the two and said: "It's just a secondment; your organizational relationship is still here, and I will help you arrange it properly."

"Now you need to confirm with your teacher whether it's time to go on stage and accumulate experience."

"I don't understand your profession."

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "I can't do a bad deed with good intentions and affect your artistic life."

"Thank you, thank you—"

Tong Huimei stood up, took Jin Jiaojiao's hand, and bowed to Li Xuewu very formally.

Li Xuewu nodded without being overly polite and said: "Call me when you have news, and I'll arrange it."

"When the time comes, I'll organize a small troupe for you and your teacher, and count it as our club's cultural propaganda team."

These words were just simply said to Tong Huimei and the other; she didn't need to worry about how to go through the process or how to complete the organizational structure.

The purpose of forming this troupe was only one, and that was to facilitate the two of them to sing opera and accumulate stage experience.

Being able to receive the guidance of so many old masters, as long as they persist for a few years under the protection of Red Star Factory, they will inevitably be the little masters and little titans of the Pear Garden world.

After all, in this era, there really aren't many who can guarantee stage performance opportunities, guarantee food and clothing, and guarantee teaching resources.

A master of traditional opera in their twenties, a titan of traditional opera in their thirties—just thinking about it feels very interesting.

When they get old, they can proudly say, "I've been a titan for thirty or forty years."

Thinking of Zhou Xiaobai's stunned expression and annoyed words when she left, Li Xuewu couldn't help but want to laugh.

When she sneaked in to listen to the opera with him, she knew she had been played by Yu Li.

And when he finished talking to Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao, walked out, and went straight to the parking lot, Zhou Xiaobai was completely dumbfounded.

She didn't expect Li Xuewu to stay at the club for such a short time.

If she had known this, she wouldn't have played tennis with Yu Li.

It was just a way to pass the time; after all, she would have to play at the club in the future, so she couldn't ignore Yu Li's existence.

Therefore, it's better for everyone to get along.

Yu Li asked her to play tennis, and she really believed it; she was even thinking about having dinner together in the evening.

What? Treat? Just sitting for a while is enough; they aren't exactly distinguished guests.

As for Li Xuewu, she really wanted to keep him; they hadn't spent two days together in Jinmen either.

Besides, for that little while in the evening, he still had to pretend to read.

So, watching the command vehicle leave, she was really a bit angry.

She decided to put it on Yu Li's tab tonight and force her to pay the bill!

Li Xuewu didn't know what the program was that evening, and even if he did, he didn't have time to stay.

Because the wedding was over, they still had to have a meal in the evening, which counted as the family teasing the newlyweds.

Without the protection of the bride's family, Wang Yamei was teased by a few bad boys to the point where she almost cursed.

That's right, there aren't any good people at the recycling station; they are all worse than the last, and they aren't afraid of Pazile.

That evening, the backyard was lively until past seven; Li Xuewu didn't go to tease the newlyweds, but Ji Yuxiu held Li Shu and went to watch the fun.

Only when Li Shu returned did he take his family back to the Haiyuncang villa.

When a wedding is held, the newlyweds are tired, and the friends and relatives are also tired.

Pazile and Wang Yamei's wedding really wore Li Shu out.

Wherever there was excitement, she wanted to go; she didn't dare ask Gu Ning to take her, so she begged her third aunt, Ji Yuxiu.

Actually, her little aunt Li Xue was also at home, but she and her little aunt were at odds and firmly refused to play with her.

She didn't actually understand what marriage meant, but that didn't stop her from liking the liveliness of a crowd.

Especially when everyone was making a scene; even if she didn't understand, just laughing along was enough.

This kind of mood for watching the fun was also very tiring; as soon as she got home, before she could even enter the room to take a bath, Li Shu fell asleep.

Her mother Liu Yin was also tired; fortunately, Qin Jingru was at home to help, gave Li Shu a bath, and coaxed her to sleep.

Looking at Li Ning, his battery had long since been drained, and he fell asleep before they even got home.

He could see Gu Ning's exhaustion; Li Xuewu himself felt it was noisy, let alone her, who loved quiet.

So as soon as he went upstairs, he took the initiative to take over the job of taking care of Li Ning, letting her take a hot bath.

When she lay on the bed, he again ingratiated himself by helping Gu Ning massage her body, causing Gu Ning to stare at him for a long time.

"What are you looking at?"

"Tsk—"

Gu Ning could also tsk, and her expression was very cute.

Facing Li Xuewu's feigned overbearingness, she curled her lips and asked: "What do you want to do? Can you just say it straight?"

"Can't I take care of you?"

Li Xuewu said with a wronged expression: "Can't I feel sorry for you?"

"So in your heart, I'm such an irresponsible person who makes you feel vigilant?"

Gu Ning didn't speak, just stared at him with her eyes; when he wanted to do something bad, she could tell.

This is the tacit understanding formed by the couple living under the same roof for so long.

"Sigh—"

Li Xuewu found it boring to be looked at by her, completely dropped his disguise, reached into the quilt, and said: "It's so hard to be a good person; I'd better be a bad guy—"

"Ah! Li Xuewu, you... mm—"