Seeing Qin Ziyi blocked at the door, Lin Wanwan opened the door a little and said to her, "You go back first. I'll call my mom in a bit, don't worry."

Qin Ziyi nodded, said a few words to her, and then left.

Zhang Zhiwei stood awkwardly to the side watching them talk. Xu Zhang saw that she opened the door but didn't go inside. After coaxing Tuanzi to sleep, he came out to check on her.

"Why aren't you going in? What are you doing standing outside?"

As if seeing a savior, Zhang Zhiwei immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Dean Xu, Dean Xu, I am Zhang Zhiwei, the deputy director of the publicity department. We have met before, do you remember me?"

"Vice Minister Zhang, hello. Does the Propaganda Department have any instructions?" When Xu Zhang saw that he had come to his home, he immediately knew what the man wanted to do.

"Dean Xu, you're too kind. I wouldn't dare give any instructions."

Xu Zhang didn't respond, but looked at Lin Wanwan and scolded, "Why won't you let the guests in? That's rude!"

They said it was 'rude,' but they didn't actually blame anyone.

Then he turned to Zhang Zhiwei and said, “Vice Minister Zhang, please come in. Come in and let’s talk. My daughter has been spoiled by us. Please don’t mind.”

Zhang Zhiwei quickly shook his head, "No, no, it was my presumptuousness to come and disturb you like this."

Xu Zhang sat upright on the sofa, his face stern and without a hint of a smile. He looked very imposing. This was the first time Lin Wanwan had seen Xu Zhang like this.

No wonder the people in the compound all say she's serious and hard to get along with; Xu Zhang does indeed seem difficult to approach.

"Wanwan, make some tea for the guests. Your mother-in-law brought some Pu'er tea last time, make some for Vice Minister Zhang."

Lin Wanwan's expression was strange, but she still obediently went to brew tea. Looking at the expensive iced Pu'er tea, Lin Wanwan felt sorry for it and didn't want to brew it at all.

Gu Changfeng liked this tea. In later generations, this Pu'er tea cake would cost at least six figures. Lin Wanwan felt heartbroken just looking at it.

After thinking for a moment, I brewed a different tea instead. As I brought it out, I added, "Mom, I couldn't find the Pu'er, so how about I brew some Qianlongjing instead?"

Zhang Zhiwei quickly took the teacup, saying, "It's very good, very good."

Xu Zhang remained silent, slowly sipping his tea.

Seeing that she didn't speak or ask why he had come, Zhang Zhiwei was extremely anxious.

"Dean Xu, I'm here today for Comrade Lin's work."

Xu Zhang took another sip of tea before asking, "What's wrong? Did she get into trouble at the radio station? Is there a problem at work? I listened to the broadcast this morning, and there were no problems."

"No, no, there's no problem, and I didn't cause any trouble. It's just that Comrade Lin was late this morning and had a misunderstanding with Director Zhang. In a fit of anger, Comrade Lin resigned."

"Late? Didn't your station manager Qian say that Wanwan has to broadcast the news in the evening, so her working hours are not fixed? As long as it doesn't interfere with her work, it's fine. She didn't miss the broadcast this morning, so how can it be considered late?"

Just as Zhang Zhiwei was about to speak, Xu Zhang glanced at him and continued, "Actually, we weren't really willing for her to go to the radio station. She had to go to the radio station at 7 p.m., broadcast the news at 7:30 p.m., and finish at 8:30 p.m. By the time she finished packing up and got home, it was already past 9 p.m. We were really worried about her walking alone at night. Lu Feng wasn't available to pick her up every day either. It's good that she quit. I thought she had gotten into trouble."

Turning to Lin Wanwan, he said, "Go cook. It's nothing serious. If you don't have to go to work, then you don't have to."

Seeing that she really didn't need her help, Lin Wanwan obediently nodded and went to the kitchen.

"Yes, yes, it's true that it's not safe for girls to work at night."

"Yes, indeed. Wanwan came back and told me today that I even scolded her. How could you lose your temper with an elder? Director Zhang called her a bastard, probably because he was furious. He called her a flirtatious and improper woman. Director Zhang doesn't understand the situation."

Hearing her say that, Zhang Zhiwei's sweat, which had just dried, started to reappear. He rubbed his hands and hesitated before saying, "Yes, yes, she doesn't understand the situation and has some misunderstandings about Comrade Lin. But our entire department thinks highly of Comrade Lin. She writes well and is very professional in broadcasting. Our colleagues in the publicity department have even gone to her to ask for advice on writing articles."

"Thank you so much for your kindness. Wanwan has indeed been spoiled by our family. I won't hide it from you, my father works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and likes Wanwan very much. He keeps calling to ask Wanwan to come back to Beijing. It's just that I can't bear to part with her, so I haven't let her go yet."

Xu Zhang's words left Zhang Zhiwei speechless, and Lin Wanwan applauded for him from the kitchen.

"Oh, that's good."

"Vice Minister Zhang, don't worry too much. I think Director Zhang is quite capable. It doesn't matter whether Wanwan is at the radio station or not. I hope you can understand Lao Gu and me. Although she is not our biological daughter, she grew up with Gu Bei since she was a child and calls me Mom. We can't bear to part with her."

Zhang Zhiwei was organizing his thoughts, trying to figure out how to persuade her. It wasn't that he insisted on Lin Wanwan going back to work, but the radio station really didn't have anyone capable of writing scripts and being a professional broadcaster.

Zhang Zhiwei thought that once the radio station hired someone, she could train the newcomers and hopefully train one or two of them. Then she could leave if she wanted.

Hearing someone enter the room, Zhang Zhiwei subconsciously turned around to look. Xu Zhang saw Gu Changfeng return and immediately said, "This is the deputy director of the publicity department, surnamed Zhang. He came to see me today about Wanwan's job. Please have a seat."

Zhang Zhiwei became even more nervous when he saw Gu Changfeng and stood up to greet him.

Gu Changfeng nodded as a greeting, but something about what Xu Zhang had just said seemed off.

What happened to Wanwan's work?

"They said there was a misunderstanding with their new director. Director Zhang said Wanwan was a capitalist's son, and that Wanwan was a slut and not a decent woman..."

Before Xu Zhang could finish speaking, Gu Changfeng slammed his cup down. "Nonsense! She's creating class conflict! Who's spreading this nonsense? What's she trying to do by spreading rumors and causing trouble at a military base? Is it that Zhang Hongjun? What else can she do besides spreading rumors? Can't you find anyone else in your propaganda department? Are you trying to get her to be the director? Saying my daughter is a capitalist's son? You think this is a misunderstanding?"

"Go and call your minister over here. Is this how he manages the propaganda department? If he can't do the job, he should get out of here and let someone more capable take over."

Xu Zhang then slowly took a sip of tea and advised, "Alright, alright, there's a lot going on at the broadcasting station. Today, when Wanwan went to work, Director Zhang said she was late. From now on, she'll be working from nine in the morning to nine at night. She has to be prepared to leave and go to get off work, and she's not allowed to eat breakfast or leave early. I'm worried about her, so it's better if she doesn't go. Has your army become an exploitative class? Making people work such long hours?"

"Nonsense? Who made that rule? Get out of here right now and go call Peng Qingyang over here! How long has he been in charge of the propaganda department? And he's already made such a mess of it. Get out of here right now!" Gu Changfeng smashed another cup, his face turning red with anger.

"Get out of here right now! Who let you in? Peng Qingyang? I bet you're not here for my daughter's job!! You're here to complain, aren't you?! Get out!! You have the nerve to come here to complain? Who gave you permission to enter my house?"

Zhang Zhiwei was so frightened he almost knelt on the ground, and quickly grabbed his bag and ran.