Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Life is still going on, and Song Fengchen's life is really a lot of leisure without having to see all day long in the deep mountains and old forests.

When Chen Bingwen came to visit, Song Fengchen was clearing a small bamboo forest behind his house. The area of ​​this thin bamboo forest is not very large, about 30 years old. Song Fengchen planned to open it up as a vegetable plot to grow some radish and cabbage, so as not to always trouble the Chen family.

"Mr. Chen?" Song Fengchen was a little surprised.

Outside the door, Chen Bingwen bowed slightly as a courtesy: "Mr. Song, please forgive me if you take the liberty to visit the house."

"If anything, please come in, Mr. Chen!" As he said, Song Fengchen turned his body sideways. Stretch out his right hand.

Entering the room and taking a seat, the bodyguard behind Chen Bingwen hurriedly stepped forward two steps and put the gift box in his hand on the table.

"The conditions in the countryside are a bit rudimentary. Don't blame Mr. Chen." Song Fengchen opened the door curtain, walked in carrying a copper kettle, and poured a bowl of cold water for the three of Chen Bingwen.

"Mr. Song joked." Chen Bingwen picked up the water and took two sips.

"Farewell to Yangshi, it's been more than two months in a blink of an eye. How is Mr. Chen's health recently?" Song Fengchen asked.

Without the blessing of the foundation of creation, Chen Bingwen now has gray hair and wrinkles, which is in line with the appearance he should have at his age.

"Fortunately." Chen Bingwen looked optimistic: "Thanks to Mr. Song, although his energy is not as good as before, but fortunately, a lot of troubles have been handed over smoothly. I am fine now. With a light body and with the preferential treatment from above, life is more comfortable than before."

The two chatted like old friends they hadn't seen for a long time, just talking, the topic fell on Wen Tingwen, who had something in his stomach.

"I heard that it was caused by postoperative infection or heavy metal poisoning. The day after Mr. Song left Yangshi, he was urgently transferred to the Provincial Hospital for treatment. He has not yet returned. As for his position, others have already taken up his position. , His former enemy..."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen smiled, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

Feeling that the greeting was almost over, Chen Bingwen said: "They all said that everything is not going to go to the Three Treasures Hall. I suddenly came to visit today. I really have something to ask for and I have to ask for it."

Song Fengchen looked at him and expressed his willingness to hear the details.

Chen Bingwen calmly said: "What I did in the past is to do things for the top, but in the final analysis it cannot be separated from the word smuggling. Does Mr. Song remember the watch I gave you before?"

Song Fengchen nodded, expecting that there must be a reason for Chen Bingwen to mention this. He thought for a while and said: "I remember Mr. Chen seemed to say that it was originally a gift from your partner."

"Yes," Chen Bingwen replied, "My partner is from the Zhong family in Hong Kong, and is one of my important suppliers."

"But what happened to the Zhong family?" Song Fengchen asked.

"Exactly." Chen Bingwen said: "At the end of August, something strange happened in his family. What is it? Look around for masters in Feng Shui mysticism."

"This is not a few days ago. I took my successor to Hong Kong to find the way. The Zhong family was shocked by the changes in my appearance and couldn't help asking a few more questions."

Chen Bingwen smiled: "I have a lot of contacts with the Zhong family, which is considered to be a bit of friendship, and at that time, I drank a few more glasses at the dinner table. After a moment of relaxation, I explained the ins and outs of the matter with the Zhong family in detail. Their arms."

"So that's it." Song Fengchen said slowly.

"They opened their mouths. I can't do anything about it. I have to come over and disturb Mr. Song." Chen Bingwen turned and kept silent about the many conveniences the Zhong family had promised him. Those powerful and powerful families, but they can also be regarded as wealthy owners. I don’t know if Mr. Song is interested in making this sale."

What Chen Bingwen said was a bit tacky, but it also indirectly showed his attitude. In this matter, he was only acting as a lobbyist, and he didn't mean to threaten people with affection and climb up the pole, so the final decision was still in the hands of Song Fengchen.

What's more, he clearly told Song Fengchen to treat Zhong's affairs as ordinary business, and he didn't have to worry about his affection or anything.

This can be seen from his family members.

Song Fengchen liked Chen Bingwen's attitude.

Thinking that there is nothing to do lately anyway, it's okay to take this trip. Song Fengchen said with a smile: "Since Mr. Chen has said so, how can this kind of business be kept out of the door?"

What's more, there is a lot of money and he doesn't press his body. He is eager for a few more such good things. Although he is suspected of cursing others, it is the truth from the bottom of his heart.

"I have prepared the air ticket introduction letter and everything in advance. The next morning, the plane will fly directly from Baishi Airport to Hong Kong." Chen Bingwen said with a sigh: "Look, Mr. Song, when should we leave?"

Kashiwa City is the capital of Li Province, and Kashiwa Airport is the only airport in Li Province and the three surrounding provinces.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, to wait a moment, I'll arrange things at home first." Song Fengchen said.

"Okay." Chen Bingwen nodded.

First, I went to Xu Shujian to say hello, then asked Chen Er's wife to help look at Dian's house, and simply packed two sets of clothes. Song Fengchen got in the jeep that Chen Bingwen had stopped outside the village to avoid trouble.

The journey was bumpy, and when I arrived at Kashiwa City, it was already at dusk the next day.

The group of people directly checked into the guest house and simply ate dinner. Chen Bingwen sent Song Fengchen four suits, two white and two black, and then said softly: "Mr. Song, the Hong Kong city is not used to our mainland counterparts. Dressed."

Song Fengchen looked at the blue cloth work clothes he was wearing. He didn't understand what Chen Bingwen meant, and he was not ashamed, but helplessness was real. With such a national condition, it is no wonder that people will be scorned, and only hope that the country can become prosperous and strong as soon as possible.

Thinking about this, he left the two black suits.

Early the next morning, the two went straight to the Baishi Airport.

Compared with the airport of dozens of hectares in later generations, the airport in the 1970s was small and pitiful.

Tickets are handwritten. Ticket purchases are based on letters of introduction. There are no security checks. There are only two small planes parked on the lawn next to the runway, and there are only a few flights a day.

The cabin is particularly narrow, with more than fifty seats unnumbered, let alone seat belts. There were not many passengers, including Song Fengchen and his party, who were in their early twenties, all in suits and shoes.

Before takeoff, the only stewardess on the plane greeted everyone to sit on both sides of the aisle to keep the plane balanced.

Finally, the plane took off successfully, the voice of enthusiastic conversation in the cabin disappeared, and some were just endless vomiting and the huge roar of the aircraft engine.

An unspeakable smell came out, and Song Fengchen trembled and took out the five-packed box of Chinese cigarettes from his pocket. This is a small gift specially prepared by China Civil Aviation for passengers, which is probably equivalent to mineral water for later generations.

He opened the package, took out one, crumpled it, and put it under his nose. The smell of tobacco instantly calmed the tumbling in his abdomen.

When the plane arrived in the port city, it was already around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Song Fengchen's face was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, "I knew that flying by plane was so uncomfortable.

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