Chapter 775: Cat and Mouse

"Yo, Teacher Ran, finished eating?"

Station Chief Zhang returned from outside the street with a bag of fruit in his hand and happened to bump into Ran Qiuye accompanying her father out.

Ran Qiuye waited for Station Chief Zhang to finish greeting her father before returning the greeting.

She knew her father was the other party's teacher, and the two had often spoken in the past. She entered elementary school because of her parents' relationship, while the other party went to middle school because of his uncle's relationship.

Their two families had no contradictions, so Ran Qiuye didn't really feel that the other party was making things difficult for her parents.

For the past two days, her family had been shrouded in gloom, and the smiles she and her father squeezed out when greeting the other party were bitter smiles.

Station Chief Zhang looked at the expressions of the father and daughter with wild joy, knowing that the other party hadn't thought of a way yet, and there wasn't much time left before the deadline he gave.

Why give the Ran family a few more days? Wasn't it because of this cautious spirit that he had lived until now?

The last transfer of Ran Qiuye was too strange. He had asked many people and didn't know what had happened.

For him to go ask Principal Gao, he didn't have the courage, nor did he have the face to let the other party open their mouth.

For the sake of the little schemes in his heart, he could only use the soft-grinding-hard-bubbling move.

Lengthening the waiting time, a dull knife killing is the most painful. Only when Ran Qiuye couldn't take it anymore would she say her intentions, right?

"Qiuye, how is the matter I told you about last time coming along?"

He was asking knowingly. Seeing the look on Ran Father's face, he knew the other party was already clear about his destination. Now he deliberately asked Ran Qiuye vaguely, putting invisible pressure on the other party.

Ran Qiuye also had a bitter face, shaking her head slightly. The hand holding her father's arm used force involuntarily, but she noticed her father's concerned gaze and hurriedly let go.

"Not..."

Ran Qiuye's tone was very helpless. The inner struggle of these days made her look very haggard.

She hadn't told her parents about Li Xuewu, let alone mentioned her narrow escape last time. All she gave her parents was silence, and all her parents gave her was silence.

Today was her mother's birthday. She and her father had discussed buying vegetables to come back and cook. Even if they were leaving tomorrow, they had to eat their fill today.

If she didn't beg that person... She hadn't thought about begging that person. He didn't owe her anything, and she had no reason to open this mouth.

At this time, who wasn't having a hard time? Who wanted to get involved in these things?

Looking at Station Chief Zhang's smile, Ran Qiuye asked with a frown again, "Brother Zhang, can't my parents really be transferred to a place closer to home?"

Station Chief Zhang was even happier seeing Ran Qiuye open her mouth, but he was only happy in his heart, and the concerned smile on his face instantly turned into a bitter smile of difficulty.

"Qiuye, don't make things difficult for me."

As he spoke, he signaled to Ran Father standing to the side, "I am Teacher Ran's student, but if there were any way to adjust, I wouldn't let you open this mouth; I would have handled this matter for you long ago."

After finishing, he suggested with concern, "You had a narrow escape last time... why not look for the relationship on that side? Maybe it's really useful!"

Ran Qiuye didn't hear the probing words; she only thought the other party knew some things and was also concerned about her.

Seeing Ran Qiuye become nervous, Station Chief Zhang continued to scare her, "There isn't much time left. If you have any connections, use them quickly; it won't be easy to use if it's too late."

"You can't just watch Teacher Ran and his wife go herd cattle and horses, right?!"

His language offensive was all from the moral high ground, and what he said was also standing and not hurting his waist.

"If there are no other changes, Teacher and the others really can only go to labor~"

"I..."

Ran Qiuye looked at Station Chief Zhang with a frown and asked, "Is it okay if I go to Inner Mongolia instead of them, and let them stay in Beijing?"

"Do you think this is child's play?"

Station Chief Zhang said with a bitter smile, "Even if you can replace one, who do you want to take with you? Who do you want to leave in Beijing?"

"It's important to find connections at this time!"

"Forget it~"

Ran Father had also thought a lot these days, gently patted his daughter's arm, not wanting to make his daughter difficult anymore.

Seeing her father look over, Ran Qiuye squeezed her fists hard, her face turning a bit pale as she replied, "What connections could there be? It was just a misunderstanding."

After finishing, she pulled her father's arm and said politely to Station Chief Zhang, "Brother Zhang, you go ahead."

"Good... very good~"

Watching the father and daughter walk away, the concerned smile on Station Chief Zhang's face turned into a lecherous smile again. It was good that there were no connections, and it was good that it was a misunderstanding. Only then did he have the opportunity to get close to her and occupy her permanently.

Thinking of his good big brother at home, he had to take on the responsibility of being a younger brother, find a good wife for his big brother, and have children and grandchildren~

On the street, the Ran father and daughter walked in silence for a while. Seeing they were about to reach the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, Ran Qiuye stopped her father.

"Dad..."

Looking at her father's tired face, Ran Qiuye stammered, not knowing how to open her mouth to explain to her father.

Ran Father patted his daughter with heartache and said softly, "It's okay. If others can go, why can't we?"

As he spoke, he straightened his waist hard and said, "Your mother and I are still strong. Laboring for a few years isn't a bad thing."

Ran Qiuye couldn't know that this was her father comforting her. The old couple were both people who loved books like their lives. They returned to the mainland with a heart of blood, and had suffered and endured hardships all these years; their bodies were already not good.

Her mother had left a root of illness when she gave birth to her, and she had been raising her body with medicine every year. Going to the cold land in the north, how could she hold up?

"Stop crying, how big a girl are you?"

Seeing his daughter shed tears, Ran Father was also heartbroken, hurriedly taking out a handkerchief to wipe his daughter's tears.

Ran Qiuye covered her face and cried, saying sorry.

In the eyes of parents, children are always children. Even if Ran Qiuye was a big girl, she was still a child in her father's eyes.

As parents, how could they bear to make their children difficult? Last time, he knew his daughter had something to say, but he didn't have the heart to investigate further now.

Going to Inner Mongolia wasn't his daughter's fault, let alone his daughter letting him and his wife go. Why make it difficult for her?

Ran Qiuye cried more and more sadly. She had cried once in the corner that day. She didn't dare to cry at home, fearing it would hurt her mother.

And today was her mother's birthday. In previous years, they would celebrate happily, but today's birthday banquet seemed exceptionally difficult from the beginning.

She cried for a long time, and seeing her father also in tears, she finally stopped her tears.

Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and few stopped for the tears of the father and daughter. During this period, the common people in Beijing had seen too many tears, so what was strange about a big girl crying?

Ran Qiuye also felt her tears weren't worth it. She couldn't explain, she couldn't say, and the only thing she could do now was accompany her father to buy vegetables and accompany her mother to spend today well.

"All I can think of is spending every day well with you."

Huang Shiwen looked at the object in front of her with tears in her eyes and said chokingly, "But why do you want to do this?"

Fang Lining avoided Huang Shiwen's gaze, looked at the noisy workshop and the setting sun with a bit of confusion.

He really didn't know what to say. Impulsive?

No! He had been planning it for a long time, or rather, he longed to advance.

Huang Shiwen didn't get his reply, raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, and looked at him sadly as he had changed.

What happened to this world? Why did it go against her again and again? How could there be so many things she wanted but couldn't get!

"Maybe this is the responsibility our generation should shoulder."

Fang Lining took a deep breath. He wasn't thinking about apologizing, not about admitting his mistake to his object, not about going home with her, but about sticking a shameless pass on his behavior.

And when Huang Shiwen heard him say this, she only felt the world spinning and was incomparably disappointed.

"You don't want to live a stable life anymore? You don't want to work hard anymore? You don't want to be with me anymore?"

"No, this doesn't conflict!"

Fang Lining suddenly felt a fire in his heart and desperately wanted to explain to Huang Shiwen.

"I like you, I will work hard, we will have good days! This doesn't conflict with what I'm doing now!"

Huang Shiwen looked at Fang Lining's distorted face. She really couldn't recognize this person anymore.

Especially what he was saying now made it hard for her to agree, because what she saw and heard had nothing to do with any responsibility he was talking about.

Should this generation take creating chaos as its duty?

No, this was wrong. Huang Shiwen's values didn't include this, and she wouldn't allow herself to have this concept.

Looking at Huang Shiwen shaking her head and retreating, Fang Lining only felt that she didn't understand him and didn't understand his ambition.

The mutual encouragement and praise of the past had all become smoke and clouds, and the vows of love had all become illusions. Why couldn't she understand his good intentions?

Watching Huang Shiwen run away wiping her tears, Fang Lining wanted to chase, but was stopped by a voice behind him.

"Little Fang, come quickly."

Wang Jingzhang stood at the entrance of the workshop and beckoned to Fang Lining with a smile. Seeing him hesitate, he shouted again, "The person in charge is holding a meeting."

Just that one sentence, just hearing the words "person in charge," Fang Lining's footsteps changed direction, and he ran towards the entrance of the workshop.

This was what he had always longed for, what he had to work hard for, and what he deserved.

After joining Wang Jingzhang, he walked into the workshop. He only had time to look back at the figure running away in the sunset.

"What? Had a falling out with Little Huang?"

Wang Jingzhang asked with concern, then comforted, "Take your time with emotional matters. The current priority is to do a good job in your career. You are the future of the steel mill."

"Yes."

Fang Lining agreed, forced a smile on his mouth, and said flatteringly, "She doesn't support me much, she only wants stability, and she isn't enthusiastic enough about reform, nor does she understand it thoroughly enough."

"However, don't worry."

As if afraid that Huang Shiwen would affect Wang Jingzhang's view of him, Fang Lining hurriedly guaranteed, "I will definitely communicate with her more and let her change her thinking as soon as possible to keep up with the pace of the times."

"Hmm, your career is just as important as your emotions."

Wang Jingzhang patted Fang Lining on the shoulder with a smile, looking very optimistic about him, and at the same time asked with concern, "If you can develop Little Huang into our Hongqi Society, you will be good comrades-in-arms and good partners!"

"I will try my best to win her opinion."

Fang Lining agreed very actively, then looked at the few people standing in the office, and then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Big things!"

Wang Jingzhang took Fang Lining into the small conference room of the workshop, as if answering Fang Lining's words, and also as if speaking to everyone in the room.

"You are all pillars of talent who do big things. I want to lead you to achieve a great career."

As he spoke, he patted Fang Lining on the shoulder, signaling him to sit with the others, and he himself stood in the main seat and started speaking.

"You are all pioneers of the era, masters of reform, the future of the steel mill, and the benchmark of the red flag."

"Look!"

Wang Jingzhang pointed to Yang Fengshan, who was being cleaned up outside the glass window, and said to everyone, "There is no hope for the steel mill in the hands of such people, and there is no future. Can you allow such people to occupy positions without doing work?!"

"No! No! No!"

Fang Lining wasn't used to the rhythm in the conference room, but he could only shout along. When it was his turn to speak, he also followed everyone's meaning to criticize Yang Fengshan as a bad person.

And in the conference room, he had long discovered that his classmate Fu Linfang was also there, but Fu Linfang's face was a bit serious, or rather, stiff.

Especially when she spoke, she didn't say much, and she even annoyed Wang Jingzhang.

Once Wang Jingzhang, who was standing in the main seat, finished explaining the work, Fang Lining also knew what he, this propaganda head, should do.

He had two assistants, one was Fu Linfang, and the other was a worker in the workshop; he didn't know him.

He was called the propaganda head, but the work he had to do now was just to organize the black materials about Yang Fengshan collected by the people below, write the big-character posters to be posted every day, and arrange the colorful flags and banners to be used during the day.

This was a bit like doing chores, but it was indeed propaganda work. He also had to be responsible for compiling slogans and leading everyone to shout slogans and attack targets.

The workshop was the office, and this was the base of the Hongqi Society. Now the reserved program every day was to drag Factory Director Yang Fengshan over to criticize him and make him confess his crimes.

And what he saw was that Yang Fengshan didn't confess anything, just remained silent in the face of everyone's slander, not saying a word.

Standing by the window of the conference room, Fang Lining watched Wang Jingzhang insanely tie iron lumps with iron wires and hang them on Yang Fengshan's neck, forcing Yang Fengshan to lower his head and bend his waist.

"Very crazy, right?"

Fang Lining didn't turn his head. He knew who was speaking. The meeting was adjourned, and only he and Fu Linfang were left in the small conference room, which served as the propaganda department office.

His body was stiff, and after the excitement of getting off work at night, only trembling remained.

What was he doing? Wasn't it said that they were going to reform, that they wanted the factory to support the Hongqi Society in reforming thinking? Why did punishment and torture appear?

Fu Linfang walked to Fang Lining's side, crossed her arms, and stood still, looking outside with him.

She had already gotten used to this scene these past two days, but watching the suffering when the Factory Director was grabbed by the hair and pulled up, she couldn't help but feel palpitations.

If, if she hadn't agreed to Wang Jingzhang, would she herself, her parents, be the same as Yang Fengshan now?

Looking at those relatives who were held on the platform and cursed Yang Fengshan angrily, these were all people Yang Fengshan had taken care of into the factory, but now they were the ones who cursed him the most fiercely. She only felt the world had changed.

Turning black into white, day and night unclear.

Fang Lining turned his neck, which seemed mechanical, looked at Fu Linfang, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Me? Heh~"

Fu Linfang sneered, crossed her arms, and said with dull eyes, "Where should I be?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at Fang Lining and asked again, "Do you think this errand is particularly good, particularly important?"

After finishing, she didn't care about Fang Lining's stiff expression, turned, and walked towards the desk. She still had many big-character posters to write tonight.

Fang Lining looked at the racket outside the window again, walked back to the desk, and looked at Fu Linfang, who had already spread out white paper and was preparing to write, and asked, "Every night like this?"

"Like what?"

Fu Linfang was like a walking corpse, writing words of monsters and demons with her brush, but her mouth continued to ask, "Is it criticizing the Factory Director, or writing big-character posters, or staying up late to prepare materials?"

Fang Lining didn't know what he wanted to ask anymore, so he spread out the white paper, looked at the big-character poster Fu Linfang wrote, and started writing along.

Fu Linfang had many questions tonight. She was asking Fang Lining, and also reminding herself that she wasn't a dead person.

Both were silent, and the brushes in their hands didn't stop. The third person of the propaganda group brought in the materials collected from the "interrogation" outside, asking the two to write big-character posters to be posted on the wall tomorrow.

This person couldn't write big-character posters; he was just a handyman, and after delivering the materials, he went out to hide for peace.

Actually, they wouldn't stay up very late in the workshop every night. The program of criticizing Yang Fengshan would only go on until after ten o'clock at night. After all, they were also tired after a day.

They released Yang Fengshan and those relatives, made them write self-statements, and for the stubborn and unrepentant Yang Fengshan, they also let him go.

The Hongqi Society had plenty of time to fight with Yang Fengshan. They wanted to use Yang Fengshan as a flag to stand firm, playing with him like a cat and mouse.

During this period, Wang Jingzhang came to check, and seeing the big-character posters were well written, the literary skills of the two were naturally far beyond those workers, so he left very satisfied.

Tonight, the cafeteria had prepared a small stove for him. He could drink wine while eating dishes, and then go to the office to sleep, waiting until dawn to go stir up trouble again.

And the people in the workshop gradually dispersed, each returning to their own homes, each looking for their own mothers, leaving only the lights in the small conference room still on.

Fang Lining had written I don't know how many big-character posters, only feeling his wrists ache. He glanced at Fu Linfang, who was still writing, and said, "Rest for a while."

Looking out the window again, there wasn't a single person in the workshop.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, right?"

Fang Lining walked outside a bit, saw the clock on the wall, and it was a quarter to midnight.

He hadn't stayed up this late before. He yawned, stretched his waist, and only felt pain everywhere in his body.

Looking back at Fu Linfang in the conference room, she was already sitting in the chair closing her eyes to rest.

"You... haven't said why you came here."

Fang Lining walked to Fu Linfang's side and sat down. The two knew each other in university. Although they weren't familiar, they could still talk.

Fu Linfang opened her eyes, looked at him, and asked back, "Why did you come?"

"I..."

Fang Lining hesitated, not knowing how to say it. In front of Fu Linfang, should he say it was high and lofty, or should he say his real thoughts in his heart?

Fu Linfang, however, looked at Fang Lining with narrowed eyes and asked, "Huang Shiwen doesn't want you to come, right?"

Fang Lining glanced at Fu Linfang, nodded, and said, "I will persuade her well."

Fu Linfang raised her eyebrows and continued to ask, "Do you like this... work?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to signal the big-character posters on the table, looking at Fang Lining speechlessly.

Fang Lining knew what Fu Linfang meant. After a long silence, he said, "He promised to let me become the propaganda head of the factory."

"Heh."

Fu Linfang said with amusement, "He has promised this to everyone. I just don't know how many propaganda heads there will be in the factory in the future."

After finishing, she sneered for a long time herself, and as she laughed, tears came down.

Seeing her cry, Fang Lining frowned slightly and asked, "He lied to you?"

After finishing, he thought of the rumors about the relationship between Fu Linfang and Wang Jingzhang, and asked hesitantly, "He... wouldn't lie to you, right?"

Fu Linfang suddenly turned her head and stared at Fang Lining, her gaze terrifyingly sharp, but then she lowered her eyelids and didn't speak again.

She understood the meaning of Fang Lining's words very clearly. Even if Wang Jingzhang lied to everyone, he wouldn't lie to her.

But what a ridiculous sentence this was. Did Wang Jingzhang lie to her?

Wang Jingzhang didn't, but used even worse threats.

Fang Lining saw Fu Linfang crying silently, took out his own handkerchief, and handed it over, saying, "We are classmates... right?"

Fu Linfang slowly raised her head, looked at Fang Lining, and then looked at the handkerchief in his hand.

"You shouldn't have come here. Huang Shiwen chose correctly this time."

After saying this, she didn't take the handkerchief, wiped the tears from her face with her hand, and prepared to pick up the brush to continue writing.

But before she could touch the brush, her hand was grabbed by Fang Lining. Raising her head to look over, Fang Lining asked with a fixed gaze, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

Fu Linfang stared for a moment, shook the back of her hand, signaling Fang Lining to let go, and then told her story in a cold tone.

She didn't need to tell it in such detail, because her face was already full of stories.

Fang Lining only felt like he had fallen into a demon's den, but there was still a hope in his heart, and that was the Hongqi Society. As long as he stood firm in the Hongqi Society, it wouldn't be difficult to replace Wang Jingzhang.

He had said it, he had a heart to advance; whoever blocked him was his enemy.

"So, he still lied to you."

Fang Lining looked at Fu Linfang, who had wiped away her tears, and after a silence, said, "He is truly a beast, no, worse than a beast."

Fu Linfang shook her head slightly and said, "I have no other way. He uses these to threaten me, and even threatens my parents. I can only help him here."

"And you are different."

Fu Linfang looked at Fang Lining and said, "You really don't need to get involved. Don't you know that Dongfeng is targeting the Hongqi Society?"

"I know some."

Fang Lining nodded and said seriously, "But the Hongqi Society is still better to advance than the Dongfeng Society."

As he spoke, he told Fu Linfang about his plans and goals: "Dongfeng Society is all ordinary workers, at most supported by the Youth Shock Brigade of the Security Division, but the Hongqi Society also has the Youth Shock Brigade of the Service Division..."

Fu Linfang looked at this old classmate in a daze. He wasn't like this before. He didn't participate in activities at school, just buried his head in study.

During his time in the Service Division, he was also like this. Huang Shiwen and she had quarreled so fiercely, yet Fang Lining didn't stand out to get involved. What was wrong now?

Especially when hearing Fang Lining tell her that he wanted to use the power of the Hongqi Society to develop his own followers and take advantage of this good opportunity to advance and move up as soon as possible, she couldn't believe it. Was the whole world crazy, or was she crazy?

"You..."

Listening to Fang Lining finish all his big principles, Fu Linfang hesitated and asked, "Don't you know that the factory is supporting the Dongfeng Society to squeeze the Hongqi Society?"

"How is that possible!"

Fang Lining said in surprise, "The Hongqi Society even dragged the Factory Director over..."

He was very confident at the beginning of his surprise, but when he saw Fu Linfang's sad eyes, he wavered.

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Fu Linfang nodded, lowered her head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "He's just stalling for time, pulling more people to die with him."

After finishing, she looked outside the conference room, empty and silent workshop, like a devil's open mouth, about to swallow them.

"You see, has the Factory Director opened his mouth to admit defeat? He's waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to clear out Wang Jingzhang's people once the Hongqi Society's foundation is eradicated."

Fu Linfang looked at the shocked Fang Lining and said, "All the activities of the Hongqi Society are under the supervision of the Security Division. Go out and look now; there must be people from the Security Division outside."

Fang Lining didn't believe it and ran to the entrance of the workshop.

What made him stop and stand stiff was a few flickering starlights not far away.

Those weren't starlights at all; they were clearly a few people standing there smoking, their sharp gazes staring this way.

Fang Lining's legs were a bit soft. He seemed to have entered a large pot, where many lunatics and bastards were being boiled, along with him, this fool.

They were only allowed to jump around in this large pot, venting their so-called carnival and victory, while these people looked at them like cold clowns.

Yang Fengshan wasn't refusing to admit defeat, but was feeding the tiger with his own body, wanting to clear out the tumors produced in this stage of the steel mill.

Whoever came in at this time would suffer. The list had probably long been registered.

The people in this large pot were still unaware. The pot lid was Dongfeng, and a large hand was pushing the pot lid to cover the pot, and then suffocate them to death.

Too terrifying.

At this time, Fang Lining had no thoughts of fame and fortune; he just wanted to escape.

But being in the game, was escaping useful?

Go home?

Didn't everyone who was making a racket in the workshop just now go home? But did going home mean it was okay?

What would be the final result? Would the Factory Director let go of these people who insulted him?

Including him, although he had just come today, his retreat had already been cut off by himself.

Master... junior apprentice... Section Chief... and colleagues in the office.

Most importantly, he seemed to have lost Huang Shiwen.

Walking back to the small conference room in a daze, looking at Fu Linfang's sad eyes, he stammered, "There will be a way, I didn't mean it, he lied to me..."

"You have a way, right!"

As if remembering something, Fang Lining widened his eyes, looked at Fu Linfang, and asked, "Who is playing such a big game in the factory! Who wants to catch us all in one net! You know, right!"

Fu Linfang shook her head slightly, her face full of despair, and said in a low voice, "What's the use of saying these things at this time."

"No! No! ~~~"

Fang Lining seemed to have gone crazy, pouncing on the words he had just written, his face distorted as he tore them, biting with his teeth, as if destroying these white papers and black characters could return his innocence.

Fu Linfang just watched silently. Her state of mind had long passed this period, knowing that going crazy wouldn't stop death, so she seemed very calm.

After Fang Lining lay powerlessly on the conference table, giving up tearing those big-character posters, Fu Linfang then said, "It's useless, you still have to write, otherwise he will deal with your family, including Huang Shiwen."

Fang Lining heard it, but it was as if he hadn't heard it. He lay on the table like a dead person, his arms hanging down, and the ink on the table slid down, dripping onto the ground along his fingers, black like blood.

"Now you know why I'm here, right?"

Fu Linfang picked up the brush as if nothing had happened, and continued to write despair on the spread-out white paper.

"You have a way, right?"

Fang Lining's voice seemed to come from the abyss, longing unwillfully, hoarse like a ghost.

Fu Linfang raised her head, looked at Fang Lining, and there was still no hope in her gaze: "No, I didn't see him, and he wouldn't let me see him, including Wang Jingzhang."

"..."

Fang Lining looked at Fu Linfang dumbfounded, shaking his head in disbelief, "No, it won't!"

"Since the day I came here, I haven't been."

Fu Linfang said coldly, "Do you think he would still let me go to the guesthouse to work?"

"No~ it won't!"

Fang Lining went crazy, crawling from the table towards Fu Linfang, a ghost crawling from hell with a face full of ink.

Fu Linfang just stood there, being pounced on by Fang Lining onto the pile of colorful flags behind her, letting the other party tear her shirt and bite her body...

This world is crazy...

"Why are you back so late?"

Gu Ning raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall, asking Li Xuewu, who had just entered the room.

Li Xuewu tapped the watch on his hand and explained softly, "Something in the Bai Bai Xiyuan; it had to be finished today."

As he spoke, he leaned over and kissed Gu Ning, took off his dirty clothes, and untied his watch and pistol.

Gu Ning gently patted the turning Li Shu and signaled to Li Xuewu outside the door, "I left hot water for you; wash up before getting on the kang."

Li Xuewu didn't need to turn on the light to know how dirty he was. Moving those old things wasn't easy, especially in the summer, with a body full of sweat.

Looking down at his sleeping daughter, he walked to the outer room with a smile.

The warehouse that had been emptied a few days ago was filled again. Ye Ye Erye was already numb. The things passing through his hands were good and bad, some shockingly good, some shockingly bad.

Compared to the previously organized collection items, this time, regardless of good or bad, they were all stacked and classified by material.

Whether it was a painting by Tang Bohu or Tang Boshu, as long as it was paper, it was in the same pile.

Li Xuewu didn't ask the people in the Bai Bai Xiyuan for help when he was cleaning up, and he was busy alone for several hours, even driving out a few times during the process.

It was past midnight now, and he had intended to sleep in the outer room, but as soon as he entered the door, he heard Gu Ning's voice, so he entered the inner room.

After washing up, Li Xuewu was a bit energetic, picked up the clothes he had thrown in the room and sent them to the bathroom, and when he got on the kang again, he found Gu Ning had already fallen asleep.

By the moonlight coming through the white curtains, Li Xuewu looked at his daughter. Without the nagging energy of the day, she was very pleasing when sleeping at night.

He didn't dare to dote on Li Shu; if he woke Gu Ning up, she would definitely be anxious. Now she needed more sleep.

Lying on the kang, Li Xuewu pillowing his arms and thinking about the day's events, thinking about recent events, thinking about things to do, and slowly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Li Xuewu hadn't woken up yet when he was pushed awake by Gu Ning.

"What's wrong?"

"Li Shu is awake, take her out to play."

Gu Ning said to Li Xuewu, then turned over and continued to sleep. Her sleepiness had come, and she couldn't get up early in the morning.

Li Xuewu sat on the bed staring at his daughter. Li Shu was obedient, pointing her little hand at the door, babbling to her father that she wanted to go out to play.

"You are my ancestor!"

Li Xuewu sat up helplessly, put on his clothes, and carried his daughter to wash her face.

As if knowing she could go out to play after washing her face, Li Shu was very cooperative, waiting for her father to finish washing his face before opening her arms to be held.

Li Xuewu yawned and carried Li Shu out of the house, glancing at the opposite door. The Second Aunt who had come to make trouble last night didn't appear again, obviously afraid of Li Xuewu's words about arresting her second son.

Deaf Old Lady was sitting at the door as usual, dazed. Seeing Li Xuewu carrying the child out, she nodded.

Li Shu didn't want to play in the courtyard, so Li Xuewu nodded and didn't say anything to her.

This old lady's body was like her ears, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and she had always been served by the First Aunt.

When she was good, she could go out, and when she wasn't, she couldn't even get out of bed.

Li Xuewu didn't look at the time when he went out. When he entered the front courtyard, he only saw the First Master washing his face by the well.

The First Master had also gone to see the racket last night. Seeing Li Xuewu this morning, he didn't know what to say, so he nodded and continued shaving his beard.

I don't know if Banggeng was used to getting up early, but the whole Jia family was already up.

Jia Zhangshi was pasting matchboxes at the door. Seeing Li Xuewu come in, she even teased Li Shu.

Xiaodang and Huanhua were washing their faces and brushing their teeth by the water basin at the door. The two little sisters were playing, attracting Li Shu to watch curiously.

Qin Huairu heard her mother-in-law's words and walked out of the room, greeted Li Xuewu, and started talking about unit matters.

The two stood by the table where Jia Zhangshi usually pasted matchboxes, not afraid of her hearing anything, one talking, one listening.

Jia Zhangshi didn't know about those things in the steel mill, and she had no impression of Fu Linfang in her daughter-in-law's words.

However, listening to the tone, it didn't seem right. Later, she was even more terrified, and the hand holding the matchbox trembled.

Seeing Xiaodang and Huanhua getting water on themselves, she hurriedly stood up and pretended to be cleaning, avoiding the two people talking here.

Everyone said that after becoming a cadre, one had more schemes. She had never felt that Qin Huairu had many more schemes.

But today, she was truly frightened. Thinking of the relationship between her daughter-in-law and Li Xuewu, and the words she had just said, she hurriedly hid far away, fearing she would be silenced.

Li Xuewu didn't care about Jia Zhangshi, who was fleeing. Qin Huairu glanced at her, smiled, and continued talking.

Actually, it wasn't as evil as Jia Zhangshi heard; it was Qin Huairu who made it sound evil, deliberately scaring her mother-in-law.

It was the same last time she came back. When she was talking to Li Xuewu, her mother-in-law kept crowding over. This time, scaring her once made it seem easy to use.

Especially after Li Xuewu took out his gun last time and scared her enough, this move seemed even better to use.

Qin Huairu whispered to Li Xuewu about serious matters, including the guesthouse and Fu Linfang.

She was the first to discover Fu Linfang's abnormality. She persuaded Fu Linfang once, and seeing it had no effect, she told Li Xuewu directly.

Li Xuewu didn't know what Fu Linfang had experienced, why she was still entangled with Wang Jingzhang. He didn't have the hobby of exploring people's privacy; the road was walked by oneself, and it was all up to her.

Qin Huairu pulling him to talk about this was just reporting the guesthouse matters to him as usual. With Qin Huairu and Zhang Songying there, could she turn the guesthouse upside down?

The main thing was that Fu Linfang hadn't done anything in the guesthouse; she went to work as usual, and she couldn't control what she did after work.

The two were talking when Yushui lifted the curtain and walked out of the main room. Seeing the two standing there talking, she greeted them.

Qin Huairu responded with a smile and asked about her unit matters, while Yushui complained that there were many annoying things in the agency.

She wasn't willing to get involved in any activities, and her attitude was to mix through the days.

However, when she was talking to Qin Huairu, her eyes were looking at Li Xuewu, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to open her mouth.

Li Xuewu asked with a smile, "Did it disturb you last night?"

Yushui shook her head, knowing Li Xuewu was asking about the Second Aunt going to Li Xuewu's house to make trouble last night. She was sitting in the room and saw it clearly from the back window.

At that time, Li Xuewu was very annoyed and directly beckoned to Liu Guangtian, who was watching the fun at home, saying, "Go report to the Security Division tomorrow."

Liu Guangtian was scared to death, pulled his mother and

Today, Qin Huairu pulling him to say this was just reporting the affairs of the guesthouse to him as a matter of routine; with Qin Huairu and Zhang Songying there, could she still turn the guesthouse upside down?

The main thing was that Fu Linfang hadn't really done anything in the guesthouse; she went to work when she should, and he couldn't control what she did after work.

The two were just talking when Yushui lifted the door curtain and walked out from the main room; seeing the two standing there talking, she greeted them.

Qin Huairu smiled and responded, asking about her work unit, while Yushui complained about the trivial matters in the government office.

She was unwilling to get involved in any activities, and her attitude was just to take things one day at a time, just muddling through.

However, when she was talking to Qin Huairu, her eyes were fixed on Li Xuewu, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to bring it up.

Li Xuewu asked with a smile, "Did I disturb you last night?"

Yushui shook her head, knowing that Li Xuewu was asking about the Second Aunt's attempt to cause trouble at Li Xuewu's house last night; she had been sitting in the room and had seen it clearly from the back window.

At that time, Li Xuewu was extremely annoyed and directly beckoned to Liu Guangtian, who was standing at home watching the excitement, telling him to report to the Security Division tomorrow.

Liu Guangtian was scared to death, pulled his mother home, and then there was another round of chaos in the Ye Ye Erye's house.

The reason was also very simple; when the Ye Ye Erye came back earlier, he had said that Liu Guangfu was fine and that Li Xuewu had arranged a job for him.

People in the courtyard didn't believe there was such a good thing; being able to find a job after causing trouble, wasn't this forcing them to cause trouble?

Just as they were waiting for people in the courtyard to inquire about the details, news came out again that Liu Guangfu had been locked up in the detention center.