The cigarette twirled between his fingers, filter end facing outward.

When passing a cigarette, give the clean end to the person.

This is because he was always cheating and slacking in the factory before. If he didn't have the ability to flatter others, he wouldn't have been able to survive for so many years.

"I heard that your second son is getting married?" Old Wang struck a match, walked up to Old Zhao and lit his cigarette.

Old Zhao said, "Oh, oh, I can do it myself, I can do it myself."

But he stretched his neck forward honestly, and placed the cigarette butt precisely over the flame.

He took a puff of delicious air, gray smoke coming out of his nostrils. "That's right, I've already found a new house, I'm just waiting..."

He stopped talking just in time, stood up, and shouted into the house, "Mother, fry some peanuts! And cut half of the pig's head you braised yesterday!"

Old Wang unscrewed the bottle cap unhurriedly, and the rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out: "Brother, you are really lucky!"

Old Wang poured half a teacup of wine for each of them, deliberately letting the wine line rise high: "If you ask me, this demolition policy is good. We've given everyone a big house!

After signing the document yesterday, my wife was so happy that she baked a bunch of scallion pancakes.

Old Zhao took a sip of his wine, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. "The government is great now, and the demolition policy is absolutely amazing."

The two of them chatted about everything in their imagination.

Old Wang picked up a piece of freshly served peanut and rubbed off the red coat with his fingertips.

"As for the demolition, you signed the agreement yesterday quite readily, brother. Our area is still making a fuss, saying the compensation is too low."

He deliberately emphasized the word "noisy".

Old Zhao suddenly choked on his drink, coughed, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Well... well, we have to cooperate with the government."

Old Wang filled their glasses again and said, "I heard that—"

He lowered his voice, "The Zhang family at the west end refused to sign, so when they measured the yard, they understated it by ten square meters."

He observed Lao Zhao's expression and said, "If you ask me, you're the wisest. Sign sooner rather than later."

After three rounds of drinks, Lao Zhao started to talk completely.

He slammed the table with a red face and said, "Ah, my Zhao Quan is a blessed boy! No wonder his grandfather gave him the name of "Fu Lu Shuang Quan"!

Look, as soon as I reached the age to find a wife, someone immediately acted as a matchmaker. I was short of a room before, but now I have one. I wanted a decent job, but now it's delivered to my door..."

As I was talking, I suddenly realized that I had said too much.

He was so scared that he looked around, then lowered his voice: "Brother, it's you, I just told you, don't tell anyone..."

Old Wang pretended to be drunk and nodded, but he quietly poured the wine in his hand into the grass behind him.

Once again, after three glasses of wine, Lao Zhao's tongue became swollen.

Old Wang started to tease him, "Brother, why did you sign so quickly yesterday? Why didn't you grab some more?"

"Hey, this has already been agreed upon. Director Wang has agreed to expand my house... uh... twenty square meters. That's fine! It's fine!"

He burped loudly, "Oh, and they even asked my son Aquan to work as a temporary worker in the street office..."

"I can even be a temporary worker. When the time comes, if I use some connections, I can get a regular job!"

Old Wang's hand holding the wine cup trembled.

A few years ago, when the commune was reorganized into streets, many people were trying their best to get their children in to eat the government food.

This man sold everything he had, bought a new job for his son, and bought a bigger house for his family.

Good, very good!