Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 525 No One Can Do It

"No one can come!"

Gu Weijun sneered, "What are you thinking about?"

"Am I a three-year-old child?"

"A slap in the face and a sweet date?"

"I have already submitted my resignation letter, but now someone is thinking of me."

Director Zheng disagreed and frowned, "Junzi, I think you should give the chief some face."

"He told me today that he would deal with the negligence of the office director and the financial director as appropriate."

"No matter what, he gave you this face."

"Huh, face?" Gu Weijun said disdainfully, "Sister Zheng, we are all in the organization."

"We all know what's going on in this organization."

"Yes, the chief gave me a favor today, and he also remembered it in his heart."

"And there is still organization to deal with it?"

"Haha," Gu Weijun said with even more contempt, "Does our organization still have reason?"

"If there really was a punishment, then why did so many people go to labor camps before, and now they are all back and reinstated as good people?"

"Why bother?"

"As for me," Gu Weijun leaned back and found a comfortable position on the recliner, basking in the warm winter sun, "I have been lazy for the past two years and no longer have the heart to serve the people."

Director Zheng sighed inwardly and turned to look at Gu Weijun. There was no trace of the past two years on his appearance. He seemed to be the same as he was two years ago.

But his heart is no longer in the position. Although there has been little contact in the past two years, when he first talked with Gu Weijun, he had objections to the current policies.

It seems that there are more and bigger objections now.

Without disturbing Gu Weijun who was pretending to sleep, Director Zheng quietly got up and left.
After receiving the report from Director Zheng, the leader waved his hand gently and watched Director Zheng turn and leave. He sighed, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Where is the warm sun in winter?
The capital city becomes grey as soon as winter comes, with sandstorms coming from time to time, but doesn't it cost money to control it?

What to do without money?
Is it still like when the country was first founded, mobilizing the masses to do free voluntary labor on weekends?

Either work overtime or plant trees?

But how can we mobilize now?

The chief sighed again, returned to the table, picked up the phone, and shook it, "Gu Weijun must come back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"The leader is going to America this month and has specifically asked him to accompany him."

"Well, we definitely can't suppress it now."

"He's still not willing to do that. As a matter of fact, we need to ask Old Huang to come forward. I'll give Old Huang a call."

"That's right. If Gu Weijun talks about the problems of your Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications in front of the leaders, you have to think about how to explain it."

After hanging up the phone, the chief thought for a moment and called again, "Old Huang, it's me!"

"Haha, we are old comrades!"

"How is it? The Ministry of Culture is much less busy than our Ministry of Foreign Affairs, right?"

"What? Are you also worried about the scar literature that is appearing in society now?"

"These educated youths should all be allowed to return home to the city, so why are they still so sour?"

"Before, the state provided these educated youth with subsidies of more than 10 billion yuan each year!"

"Yes, yes, your Ministry of Culture still needs to do a good job in public opinion propaganda."

"Old Huang, I'm here to ask you a favor today."

“Haha, that’s right.”

".Well, I dealt with it as soon as I found out. Well, OK, I'll wait for your news."

The chief hung up the phone, walked to the window, looked at the setting sun, and said in a barely audible voice: "My dear friend,
Huang, the former ambassador and current head of the Ministry of Culture, hung up the phone, frowned deeply, and also looked out the window. After watching the sunset for a long time, he called his secretary, "Please arrange a car for me to go to Beichizi Street."

On Beichizi Street, Chief Huang came to nothing, there was no one there. He said, "Let's go to Shichahai." When the Red Flag sedan slowly stopped at the gate of the fourth courtyard of Shichahai, as soon as Chief Huang got out of the car, he could vaguely hear the noise of children in the yard.

Waving his hand and not letting his secretary accompany him, Chief Huang slowly walked into the fourth courtyard of Shichahai.

Just as I walked past the screen wall, I saw someone carrying a steaming pot out of the kitchen on the back side of the house.

"Junzi."

"Hey, Ambassador Huang, are you not busy today?"

"Hey, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!"

"I just happened to catch a deer today, let's have a deer feast together!"

"This winter, you need to take good care of yourself."

A smile appeared on Chief Huang's face. "Well, you are still a good person at living."

"When you were in America, whenever you were at the liaison office, you would study food."

"Haha, our life must always be full of flavor!"

"Come on, there are many people here today and it's lively. Ambassador Huang, you should also take a rest and have fun with the people!" Gu Weijun carried a pot of stewed venison and entered the second courtyard side by side with Chief Huang.

The second courtyard is really lively now. Zheng Chao and Hao Chuan's eldest son are both in their teens. They are so naughty. They take more than ten children to the backyard to climb trees, and then run back to the second courtyard to eat some venison.

Mrs. Gu and my mother-in-law were each holding a child who was just over 2 years old and chatting with smiles on their faces.

The two children joined in with a humming sound.

"Hey, Lao Huang, how come you have time to come here today?"

"Hey, Old Huang, why are you here today to improve your life?"

"Haha!" The two laughed in unison.

One of them is Secretary Huang of the steel rolling mill, the secretary of Shougang, and currently the deputy director of the Supreme People's Procuratorate; the other is Ambassador Huang.

They both came from the military and had known each other before, but Ambassador Huang was promoted to general in 55, while Secretary Huang was a colonel; but in the end they both transferred to local areas.

"Jue Kun, who are you and Junzi?"

"Oh, Da Jun is my nephew!" Secretary Huang Juekun welcomed Ambassador Huang to his side, "This is Da Jun's father, who also served in our army."

"This is Sister Wang Yizhi, a former member of the Anti-Japanese United Army. Her husband is Zhou Baozhong."

"Haha, we are in a hurry today. It's our old comrades' reunion." Ambassador Huang smiled and looked at Gu Weijun. This guy has good connections. Why haven't I heard him mention it before?

Of course, he knew that Gu Weijun's father was a doctor, after all, there were files, but he didn't know about the relationship between Huang Juekun and Wang Yizhizi.

"Come on, let's go first!"

"Hey, Maotai! General Xu's favorite! Let's drink it!"

Huang Juekun warmly entertained, "Eat meat, eat meat, Ambassador Huang, the whole deer banquet of the army is especially good, at our age we must eat this kind of meat, it nourishes us."

"Mm, it tastes good!"

"Haha, Junzi, if you encounter such a good thing next time, give me a call."

"You didn't even come to my house after you came back from America!"

"Don't bear the injustice on your own!"

"What? Do you think that since I'm not in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I don't have the power to speak for you?"

"That's not the case! Ambassador Huang, I really don't think this is a big deal. It would be nice to have a good rest at home for two years."

"Okay, then you can go back to work tomorrow. If you have anything in the future, just come to me!"

"Don't go!"

"I won't go no matter who comes!"

"Oh, little kid, you have such a big mouth." An old man slowly walked through the hanging flower gate.

(End of this chapter)