Rebirth of the courtyard, the start is 80s

In the evening of the next day, when Yu Yuanyuan was eating at home with her family, she seemed a little distracted.

"Yuanyuan, what's the matter?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother frowned and looked at Yu Yuanyuan who was sitting in a daze, "Why don't you eat?"

"Oh." Only then did Yu Yuanyuan come to her senses, and quickly picked up a bowl to eat.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother frowned and asked, "Why are you so out of your mind these days?"

"It's nothing." Yu Yuanyuan smiled, "Maybe I'm a little tired from work recently."

Yu Yuanyuan's mother shook her head: "If you are tired, you should take less shifts, especially the late shifts that stay up late. It is not good for your health."

Yu Yuanyuan smiled slightly: "It depends on the organization's arrangement for what class to work on. What can I do?"

Yu Yuanyuan's mother frowned, and then looked at Yu Deshui next to her: "Old Yu, why don't you say hello to their hospital, so that Yuanyuan won't arrange late shifts in the future?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Yu Deshui also frowned, and put down the wine glass in his hand, "I'm just a leader's secretary, and if I abuse my power, what will I become? What will others think of me? What if it gets to the leader , how else can I behave?

Besides, since Yuanyuan is a nurse and obeys the arrangement of the organization, shouldn't that be taken for granted? "

"Stop talking about those big things with me." Yu Yuanyuan's mother dissatisfied, "This is my daughter, not someone else!

Besides, I just asked you to say hello and get laid off, so that she has been working the day shift recently, and it's not like she hasn't been absent all the time. You see that Yuanyuan has been haggard recently, with dark circles under her eyes, so it won't work if she continues like this. "

Yu Fangfang smiled pointedly at the side: "I see, Yuanyuan is not tired, but mentally ill."

"Heart disease?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother looked at her eldest daughter, "Fangfang, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Yu Fangfang looked at Yu Yuanyuan who was eating silently, "I think it might be that Wei Guo hasn't come to see her these days, so she's suffering from lovesickness."

"I didn't!" Yu Yuanyuan looked at Yu Fangfang reproachfully.

"Okay, okay, no." Yu Fangfang curled her lips, "Actually, let me say, what's so good about that Yang Weiguo? You might as well kick that Yang Weiguo and be better off with your goddamn brother.

Although your brother-in-law is younger and his education is not as good as Yang Weiguo's, he has a good job.

He became the president of the publishing house at a young age, and his future is limitless.

This Yang Weiguo is a college student, but after graduation, he doesn't know where he will be assigned, and he may not be the president of a publishing house.

The point is, they are not only powerful, but also extremely rich. They eat western food all day long, live in big hotels, and have cars. Can Yang Weiguo compare to those conditions? "

"Wait, wait!" Yu Yuanyuan's mother said suddenly, "What are you doing, brother, what's going on?"

Yu Fangfang smiled and said: "Mom, you don't know yet, do you? Our family Yuanyuan has adopted a godbrother, who is not young. He is the president and general manager of a publishing house, and he is still very young. Looks like I'm only 19 years old."

"Nonsense!" Yu Deshui couldn't help but said, "How could the president of the publishing house be only 19 years old? Are you fooling around?"

"Really." Yu Fangfang said, "He is really the president of the publishing house!"

Yu Deshui smiled: "If it's true, it could only be my own nonsense, maybe a certain school or something, I set up a small printing workshop internally, and said that I am a publishing house, that's not true real."

"No, Dad, it's a formal publishing house, a state-owned unit with a certificate!" Yu Fangfang said, "Dad, have you heard of Hongguang Publishing House?"

"Red Light Publishing House?" Yu Deshui frowned, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I don't have much impression."

Yu Fangfang hurriedly said: "That is a new publishing house opened last month, and it is a subsidiary of Hongguang Machinery Factory. By the way, they also published a book. It is "Journey to the Rivers and Lakes", which is very popular recently. They published the collection of poems, and Yuanyuan still has that book."

"Jianghuxing, oh, I remember this." Yu Deshui nodded, "This book is quite popular recently, yes, that book is indeed from Hongguang Publishing House."

Yu Fangfang said: "Can you call it a small workshop that can publish that book and sell it in the Xinhua Bookstore?"

"Oh, if you can go to Xinhua Bookstore, then this publishing house should be a decent unit with a brand." Yu Deshui nodded, "However, for such a unit, you said that the president is a 19-year-old young man? This, this How big is the backstage?"

"That's right." Yu Fangfang said with a smile, "That's the man. He is not only the president of this publishing house, but also the famous poet in that collection of poems. You also mentioned that he is the Qiangzi, the poet Qiang son."

"Qiang Zi, a poet?" Yu Deshui was taken aback, "You mean, the new poet who writes about seeing and seeing?"

"That's right, that's him!" Yu Fangfang said, "His real name is Cao Zhiqiang. He is not only good at writing poems, but also the president of a publishing house. How about a few dozen dollars, do you think it’s great or not?”

"It's amazing." Yu Deshui nodded, "But it's nothing, it might be a high-ranking son, and that's normal."

"That's not it." Yu Fangfang said, "As far as I know, he is the son of an ordinary worker, and he used to live in a large courtyard, his parents died, and he dropped out of school in the first year of high school.

Later, after his mother left, he took his mother's place and entered Hongguang Machinery Factory as an ordinary intern.

But during this period, he made a lot of money by writing poems and magazines, and became famous because of his poems, and was valued by the leaders.

Later, when Hongguang Machinery Factory set up a publishing house, he was exceptionally promoted to be the general manager of the publishing house.

It is said that he was not the president at first, but the vice president and general manager of the publishing house, and they were all vain jobs with good names. He didn't manage specific affairs, but just wanted to use his famous poet's name to give money to that small publishing house .

But because the president of that publishing house had some problems and was arrested, Cao Zhiqiang was directly promoted from vice president to president.

The whole process took less than a month, do you think it's amazing? "

Yu Deshui was stunned for a moment: "Well, if it's true, then this person is really capable... But, ah, how do you know so clearly about him?"

Yu Fangfang glanced at Yu Yuanyuan: "Then you have to ask our family Yuanyuan."

"Yuanyuan?" Yu Deshui looked at Yu Yuanyuan who was still eating sullenly, "Yuanyuan, what is your relationship with that Cao Zhiqiang?"

"It's nothing." Yu Yuanyuan lowered her head and said, "It's that he was stabbed once, and then he was hospitalized in the high-ranking ward of our hospital. I was a nurse in that ward and took care of him for a period of time. Then, we , we recognized our sister-in-law."

"Oh?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother squinted her eyes, "Yuanyuan, why didn't you say that?"

"There's nothing to say." Yu Yuanyuan bowed her head to cook, "It's not a big deal just to recognize a godbrother."

"Yo." Yu Fangfang said exaggeratedly, "Acquainting a big president of a state-run publishing house as a younger brother, isn't that a big deal?"

Yu Yuanyuan put down the bowl, and gave Yu Fangfang a blank look: "Sister, look at what you said, when I recognized him as my younger brother, he was just a small worker, or an intern, not a big boss at all. Not even a general manager."

Yu Yuanyuan's mother narrowed her eyes: "Yuanyuan, since he was just a small worker at the time, why did you recognize him as your younger brother?"

"I, I just feel sorry for him." Yu Yuanyuan bowed her head.

"Both of his parents died, his elder sister couldn't come back from the third line, and there was a younger sister below, so while he had to take care of himself, he also had to take care of his younger sister.

I saw that he had a miserable life experience, but he was positive, and I also liked the poems he wrote, so I recognized him as my younger brother. "

Yu Yuanyuan's mother squinted at Yu Yuanyuan who was bowing her head: "Is that really the case?"

"Of course." Yu Yuanyuan continued to look down at the table, "That's it."

"If that's the case." Yu Yuanyuan's mother smiled slightly, "Why didn't you dare to look up at me when you mentioned him?"

Yu Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head immediately, and after seeing her mother's sharp gaze, she lowered her head subconsciously: "No, I, I just think it's nothing."

"Nothing?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother smiled again, "You..."

As soon as I said this, I suddenly heard a rush of phone ringing.

"It's this time, who is calling?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother said dissatisfied.

"I'll go pick it up." Yu Deshui put down his chopsticks, "Maybe the leader called, maybe something unexpected happened."

After finishing speaking, Yu Deshui walked quickly to the phone, cleared his throat, and then answered the phone: "Hi, I'm Yu Deshui."

But soon, Yu Deshui frowned, and then looked at Yu Yuanyuan.

"Yeah, ah, that's it, you wait."

After saying these few sentences, Yu Deshui covered the receiver of the phone, and said to Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, it's very important to find your number."

After a short pause, Yu Deshui added again: "It's the dry brother you recognize, Cao Zhiqiang!"