Well, nobody expected that listening to a song would attract the police.

Xing Baohua wondered to himself, "Who reported this?"

"Squat down, all of you! Don't move!" came the stern shouts of the men who entered.

Sun Changjie wanted to say a few more words, but Su Ya pulled him back and whispered, "Don't speak yet, let's see how things go first."

"Who approved this gathering?" asked a middle-aged man in green who was leading the group after looking around.

Behind the man in green who had spoken, another comrade shouted, "Didn't we tell you to squat down? Why are you still sitting?"

Xing Baohua quickly said, "Move your butt, squat down first, squat down first, cooperate actively!"

He then hurriedly walked up to the middle-aged man and said, "I organized this gathering. We mainly..."

"Since you organized this gathering, that's fine. Come with us. Bring the tape recorder, speakers, and everything else back to the station with us," the middle-aged man said.

"Comrade, can you explain this? Really, you saw it when you came in. We were all sitting on small stools listening to music, and the music was all positive and patriotic songs," Xing Baohua quickly explained.

The middle-aged man in green didn't speak, but instead looked around at the surroundings, the stools inside the house, and the people squatting next to them.

When they broke down the door, they saw them sitting on small stools; there was nothing illegal about it. The music was also uplifting. A great river—you never tire of listening to it.

“Tell me, why close the doors and windows when listening to a song? Such a good song can be heard by everyone if the doors and windows are open. It can also serve as publicity.” The middle-aged man in green said as he walked to the workbench.

Upon seeing the unassembled amplifier, tape recorder, and record player, he asked, "Are these all yours?"

"No, I work in the logistics and repair department of the machine factory. They are all my colleagues and friends. I just fixed the machine for them and wanted to test it out. We're all young and playful, so we tend to hang out together. That's why there was some misunderstanding."

"If you're going to be in a group, you should be mindful of the impact!" As he spoke, he flipped through the cassettes and records on the table, and when he saw the cover of Mike's leather jacket, he turned his head and asked, "Where did you get this?"

Xing Baohua really didn't know where Xu Shuai got it from.

"I bought it from the Friendship Store in the capital. I have the proper receipt here," the tall, thin man suddenly said, standing up. Su Ya tugged at his sleeve, but couldn't stop him, and stood up as well.

Holding the cassette tape, he walked towards Sun Changjie, tapping the tape against his hand as he went. Standing in front of Sun Changjie, he said, "Judging from your accent, you don't seem to be a local!"

Sun Changjie, a resident of the provincial capital, replied.

"Do you work in a factory or another company?"

"My dad and I came down to inspect the work." After saying this, Sun Changjie looked down on people again, gazing at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, exuding arrogance.

"Your father is..." The middle-aged man in green spoke in a low voice.

"Why don't you call your bureau and ask who came down from the province yesterday? You'll know. I'm just here for fun. I haven't done anything taboo. If listening to music counts, I think you'll be in more trouble than I am."

Sun Changjie has already made his position clear, and his identity is also obvious. You can check if you don't believe me. If this is a case of false accusation, the middle-aged man in green will be in more trouble than him.

In this era, don't underestimate the power of certain second-generation individuals.

This also led to many disappointing things later on.

The middle-aged man in green placed the cassette tape in Sun Changjie's hand without replying to him. Instead, he looked around at the people and said loudly, "It's getting late, everyone should go home. Remember, if you're going to listen to music, don't hide it, listen openly."

After saying that, he waved his hand and said to the people he had brought, "Let's go."

Xing Baohua finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the green-clad figures leave.

Looks like someone's trying to put eye drops on themselves!

Fortunately, the tall, thin guy was a second-generation rich kid, and a rather sophisticated one at that. At least he didn't reveal who his father was.

Just like back in the day when you encountered trouble, you could simply announce your name: "Do you know me? Do you know who my father is?" Saying "XXX" made you feel incredibly powerful, at least enough to intimidate a group of people.

After all that commotion, nobody was in the mood to listen to music anymore.

Those who were supposed to leave did, and the tall, thin man introduced himself as he departed: "My name is Sun Changjie, I'm from the provincial capital."

"My name is Xing Baohua, and I currently work at a machinery factory." They shook hands as they introduced themselves.

Su Ya, carrying the newly bought porcelain jar, called to Liu Juanjuan to leave. Liu Juanjuan and Xu Shuai, not knowing what the two were talking about, were at least a little unhappy about being interrupted by Su Ya, pouting as if reluctant to part.

After everyone left, Xing Baohua put her arm around Xu Shuai's neck and asked, "What were you and Liu Juanjuan talking about? You seemed so excited."

"Let go, let go, we didn't talk about anything, it's about to break," Xu Shuai said, struggling.

“Don’t think I didn’t see it. Something must be going on between you two,” Xing Baohua said.

Xing Baohua relaxed a bit, letting Xu Shuai catch his breath. After he coughed a few times, he said, "It's just a few trivial things at the factory, exchanging information. It's really nothing."

"real"

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you," he said with a serious expression.

"Alright, it's getting late, get ready to close up shop and go home." Xing Baohua waved his hand, gesturing for the two to pack up and leave work.

He didn't take the incident of someone putting eye drops on him today to heart. It served as a reminder that while this era is full of opportunities, it's also fraught with danger.

After returning home, I had dinner and chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Xing for a while. Then I went back to my bedroom, lay down, and thought about some things.

He wasn't thinking about the unexpected events that happened this afternoon, but rather about fixing the details in his planning work.

Based on this afternoon's sound check, 80% of the hardware issues can be resolved. As for improving the sound quality of the source audio, that's a problem for the music publisher.

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