Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 397, Chaos in Sixth Middle School

Back home, the eldest brother was still smoking and chatting with his father.

Seeing him coming back, Yang Guangzhi asked curiously: "I heard from Xizi that Hua Yourong's father came back from abroad?"

"Well, I came back yesterday."

Yang Xiaole smiled and nodded, then asked: "What are you talking about? Are you still not sleeping?"

"Oh, just chat, your elder brother said that your Uncle Wang went to the countryside with the students from the university. We are talking about this matter!"

Dad took a puff of cigarette and said casually.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded, understanding what was going on.

Naturally, it is still a "social education" activity.

Although there is a lot of movement in the city, compared with the countryside, it pales into insignificance.

It's incomparable to university.

Government agencies and colleges and universities are organizing the first batch of working groups to go to rural areas in the past few days to help rural areas carry out "social education" activities.

It is said that millions of cadres work at the grassroots level.

The purpose is naturally to live with the people in the countryside, and then conduct in-depth investigations into the countryside to clean up work points, corruption and the like.

Loud.

As for the time, each place will arrange it according to the situation. Other places started last year and it was already in the newspapers.

Today's universities already have various programs for studying military, agricultural, and engineering studies.

Therefore, each university has dispatched elite soldiers and generals to cooperate with people from the government agencies to guide "social education" activities in rural areas.

Mentoring and learning.

The eldest brother was smiling there: "The two little guys are not sleeping, so I will go out and sit for a while. When they fall asleep, I will go back, just in time to chat with dad about the factory."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole poured a glass of hot water and sat down to listen to the two chatting.

After I cleaned up the house, I went back to sleep.

Now all major factories are responding to the call: "Learn from Daqing in industry and Dazhai in agriculture."

Not only factories, but also major units must learn from their spirit.

Schools must also learn from them: the principles of political leadership and ideological leadership, the spirit of self-reliance and hard work, and the communist style of patriotism and collective patriotism.

Schools are also putting up promotional posters.

Yang Xiaole, the league secretary, didn't do much other things, but he did a lot of posting posters.

Except for the brochures for the finished products, most of them are organized, researched and drawn by the students themselves.

Once something is conveyed above, propaganda posters must be posted in a timely manner.

Fortunately, they are all posted in fixed places now.

"Brother, what impact will this 'social education' have on our factory?"

Yang Xiaole still asked curiously.

The elder brother pondered for a moment and then said: "There must be some impact. Many employees in the factory are not very satisfied with some leaders in the factory. Fortunately, no problems were found after the investigation team came."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded, knowing in his heart that what his elder brother meant was that Uncle Chen had not found any problems.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Hey, brother, tell me...if this activity continues for a year or two and still doesn't end, tell me, will the work in the factory be affected?"

Or I said it indirectly.

The eldest brother thought about it and shook his head: "I don't know. The people in the factory are very courageous now. They will all spontaneously participate in tomorrow's parade. If it goes on for a long time, people will definitely be impetuous, but fortunately the management of the factory No problem for now.”

Yang Xiaole was thinking about it after hearing this.

He naturally knows what will happen tomorrow. This is a project that will be included every time there is a big event.

There are also people from their school participating, but these are all seniors in high school.

Then he asked: "Doesn't anyone feel that Uncle Chen is not suitable to be the factory director? Can someone replace him?"

"Hey, this is not available for the time being. Uncle Chen has managed the factory in an orderly manner since he came here. Why do you need to change people? Why do you think so?"

The elder brother felt strange for a while.

Yang Xiaole shook his head: "It's okay, I'll just ask."

It's not very serious at the factory now. It's just a matter of checking the accounts, which will probably take more than half a year.

I don't know if the elder brother and Chen Dalin can suppress it. In fact, they just need to pick out the thorns until the separate committee is established.

I don’t know what will happen to my uncle then!
But it's not yet there, there isn't much time left.

After listening for a while, the eldest brother felt that time was almost up, so he got up and left.

Yang Xiaole washed up and returned to his room.

Xizi was lying on the bed holding a novel book that Yang Xiaole had read before.

Although today's junior high schools and high schools are not as tiring as later generations, their studies are also very stressful, so novels are still inaccessible to most people.

As for foreign novels, many families cannot afford them.

So at this time, very few people can read novels, even foreign novels.

Don't be afraid of mixed doubles, just watch.

Of course, except for Xizi, this guy has good grades, so it's useless to talk about it.

Naturally, the shield used was that the second brother could see it before, so why can’t I? I won't delay my grades.

"I'm home?"

Xizi lay on the bed, watched him come in, said hello, and continued reading.

Yang Xiaole nodded.

This guy is now 16 years old and a big boy.

Between the two quilts, Yang Xiaole got into his own quilt, took out the letter from Hong Kong Island, and read it there.

In fact, there isn’t much going on.

There are only two things, or rather one thing.

Build a tunnel.

In just over three years, the intermediary industry on Hong Kong Island has almost monopolized more than 60% of all real estate transactions on Hong Kong Island.

The remaining 40% does not consist of new intermediary companies.

It has indeed happened, but the effect is naturally not as good as his chain stores that are everywhere.

The remaining 40% is in the hands of some established real estate companies, who sell it themselves.

However, there is also a tendency to be leveraged gradually.

Because if you hand it over to an intermediary company, you will save a lot of expenses and only need to pay a small handling fee.

In the past three years, I took out loans to build a house and then obtained land to build a house.

The company's real estate is now somewhat larger.

The market value has also nearly tripled.

This number can be regarded as keeping up with the increase in wealth of those in Hong Kong Island, barely maintaining the top 50 Chinese people, although not particularly outstanding.

In other words, he is now worth over 100 million.

Of course, this is real estate.

The question sent by Huang Qiujing was naturally the last step to confirm the construction of the tunnel.

Because in her opinion the risk was too great.

Yang Xiaole clicked his tongue. Was he worried about the risk?

He's worried about money!

There is still a lot missing!
More than half of it is still missing!
But he wasn't worried. Anyway, the money wouldn't be paid all at once. As for someone in the middle who wanted to take a share, he naturally rejected it.

He himself felt that the meat was not too fat.

Mainly to prepare for a sharp drop in housing prices in Hong Kong Island in a few years.

House prices have fallen, but the value of the tunnel has not. It is still an old hen laying eggs.

If you want to buy goods, have no money, and don’t have a high-quality asset as collateral, who will give you a loan?

What a beautiful thought!
Don't worry if you are short of money. At worst, he will go for a walk somewhere else. Even if he doesn't rob, he will still have a way to make money.

After reading it, I put the things away and prepared to reply tomorrow.

He hid in the bed and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Xizi didn't bother anyone, so she turned off the light and went to sleep.

……

The next morning, Yang Xiaole was awakened by her eldest sister playing the piano in the room and the sound of Xiaomai's throat being raised.

Ever since the two of them entered the attached middle school, their level of seriousness was completely different from before.

I didn’t practice in the morning before, but now I practice in the morning.

Now Yang Xiaole doesn’t care!

Will there be any problems singing Huangmei Opera in the future?
He would chop off the head of anyone who dared to stick his head out. Today is Sunday. People in the compound don't go to school, and most people don't go to work either.

But many people still went out.

Because the streets outside are very lively now.

Yang Xiaole finished washing and had breakfast with his family.

Suddenly, he looked towards the opposite room and saw someone moving things in the room next to Uncle Zhao's house.

He looked at it curiously.

That was Tang Dazhou, a single man.

Usually the other party rarely talks to the people in the compound, but as long as there are activities, he comes to see them.

The eldest brother got married, two children were born, and the other party paid for them.

"Mom, what's going on on the other side?"

I asked curiously.

Wang Qiuju glanced at him and said, "Oh, you mean Dazhou! He is getting married. The work unit has allocated him a house and he is moving out."

"Oh, you got married? When? Are you leaving like this? Why don't you have some fun in the compound?"

After all, I have lived in this compound for five years.

This is the first time anyone has moved out.

"It seems like it's also May Day! I didn't say it!"

Wang Qiuju muttered for a while and then said: "I told your Aunt Li that when he gets married, our family has to go to the ceremony, otherwise there will be no gossip."

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly when he heard this.

When Li Guangnan was admitted to college, the other party also gave him money, but his family gave him the most. After all, he had a lot to do at home.

Tang Dazhou's departure also made everyone in the compound sigh. After all, they had been together for several years.

However, after the other party leaves, the Zhao family may want the vacant house.

This is none of his business. Four houses are enough at home anyway, and Sun Fu's family of four still lives in one house!
You can have more houses!

Give money.

Yang Xiaole finished his breakfast and left directly on his bicycle with his accordion on his back.

Because we agreed to go on a spring outing today.

During the difficult period before, there were fewer spring outings. Now that things have calmed down and everyone is in high school, a spring outing is naturally needed.

Not as early as usual school time.

It was agreed to meet at Fuchengmen at 8:30. His house was the closest to here, and it only took about ten minutes to walk.

After coming out, there were many people on the street.

Moving forward mightily through the streets.

Yang Xiaole didn't pay attention. This situation had been going on for a long time. There were not too many people, and it wasn't crowded yet.

Just wait two years.

When I arrived at the bus stop, there were already many people waiting there.

"Monitor!!"

Watching him coming, someone shouted teasingly.

It was Feng Aijun who called people.

Yang Xiaole came over to take a look. There were a dozen people in total, all of them from junior high school.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together and people flock together.

The people who came here were basically people from ordinary families, including Gu Lan, a few people from the countryside, and people like Guan Yingying and Hua Yourong.

Among the cadres' children, only Feng Aijun came.

"I'm just waiting for you, and you're still late!"

Feng Aijun made a joke.

Yang Xiaole parked the car and locked it up. He said hello to a few people, and then he felt strange for a while: "Aren't you going to the Sixth Middle School for a meeting? How come you have time to come over."

"Hey, don't mention it."

Feng Aijun looked reluctant, and then said: "We had a meeting at No. 6 Middle School yesterday. I went back and talked to my old man. I almost broke my butt. I still dare to go!"

Several other people were curious when they saw this.

When Yang Xiaole saw this, he looked at him teasingly: "Are you still afraid? What kind of meeting did you have?"

Hearing this, Feng Aijun shook his head: "I can't say this, I have sworn to the old man. But I mentioned something during the meeting yesterday. Something happened in the Sixth Middle School that made a big fuss yesterday."

Yang Xiaole frowned when he heard this.

The old man the other party mentioned was naturally a portrait, not in person.

Looking not far away, looking at other curious people, he smiled and said: "The car is coming, I won't be able to catch up for a while."

"Oh! Let's go!"

Everyone turned to look, and sure enough they saw the car approaching. They shouted noisily and ran to get in the car.

There are so many people getting on the bus.

Either go to the zoo or go to the Summer Palace.

Their goal this time is the Summer Palace. As for Beihai Park in the inner city, most people have been there.

So this time we went to the Summer Palace together.

Everyone is carrying a bag or carrying something in their hands, which is what they eat when they go there.

You can't get up from the front but from the back.

Yang Xiaole took Hua Yourong and a few others up through the back door.

Fortunately, everyone came up.

After getting on the car, Yang Xiaole looked at Hua Yourong squeezed in his arms and said with a smile, "What's wrong? If you don't see me this whole night, you don't recognize me anymore?"

In the past, when the other party saw me, he would be the first to say hello.

Hua Yourong tugged at his clothes and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I was drunk yesterday, so embarrassed, I didn't say anything nonsense, did I?"

After saying that, he blinked and looked at him.

Yang Xiaole looked at the other party's big eyes that flickered, and couldn't help teasing her: "I told you! But there are many people here, I'm sorry, go back and ask auntie."

"Oh, is it true? What did I say? Just tell me!"

Hua Yourong was a little embarrassed.

"Then did I really say it here?"

Yang Xiaole made a joke and then looked around.

"This……"

Hua Yourong looked around similarly, then bit her lip and shook her head: "Let's forget it! You can tell me alone later!"

"Hey! Are you drunk?"

Feng Aijun was not far away. When he heard this, he laughed in a long and drawn-out voice.

There was ambiguity in his tone.

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes. Nowadays, most of the first-year students are 16 to 18 years old. It is a period of youth and ignorance, and most people understand.

And it’s not the time to say anything yet.

In fact, not everyone understands it. Some schools really don’t understand it.

For example, No. 6 Middle School.

Because there are many schools in the city that are divided into boys' and girls' schools, No. 6 Middle School is one of them, and it is all men.

That school was full of hormones.

But "sex" is very repressed. It's not as natural and harmonious as a mixed-sex school.

Then she glared at him, changed the subject and asked, "What did you just say happened over there at No. 6 Middle School?"

The car was halfway through just now, but he didn't say anything.

Hearing this, Feng Aijun said: "An ordinary person's child and a cadre's son in No. 6 Middle School got into a fight over fetching water, and the school dealt with it. It was originally the cadre's son's fault, but the other party was not punished. Many people from ordinary families were dissatisfied, so this matter became a big issue in No. 6 Middle School.”

The car bumped for a moment, and the other party paused for a moment, and then said: "Now there are many people from both the cadres' and ordinary people's homes over there!"

"What do you mean?"

Yang Xiaole was confused for a moment.

"Now it's evolved into intercepting the opponent's people to join the youth league."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole frowned.

It's a bit messy now.

(End of this chapter)