Tan's father was in charge of not only the factory's scheduling, but also the transfer and distribution of goods between factories. His home phone was provided by his work unit so that it would be convenient for him to work.

The person he's waiting for is using his home phone number because it's a private connection.

He was waiting to make a quick buck after the deal went through; it was a big order, and he was taking a risk, so he couldn't afford any mistakes.

There was no other way, so Mr. Tan could only let the phone keep ringing, and he dared not refuse to answer any of them.

Tan Zidong couldn't stand it anymore, so he packed his bedding and moved out. On the way, he happened to see a small advertisement for "seeking a son for a large sum of money".

He immediately tore it off, took it back to tell Mr. Tan, who was furious. Mr. Tan tore the advertisement to shreds, saying, "If I find out who did this despicable thing, I'll make sure they pay!"

Tan Zidong didn't feel at all that he had caused trouble for his father. Instead, he thought he had done a great service: "Dad, there must be more than just this one ad. I've been free lately, so I'll help you tear it down. Just give me a couple of service fees."

Tan Zidong reached out his hand to his father.

Looking at his good-for-nothing son, Mr. Tan's anger intensified: "If you don't like going to work at the factory, then stay home and answer the phone! Whenever you get a call from your Uncle Li, have him call the number at my factory!"

Since Tan's father's business was, after all, a clandestine undermining of the collective, both sides held back.

The person on the other end didn't know which factory he worked for, and he had no idea what their phone number was; it was always a one-way communication. Otherwise, a simple phone call to relay a message, followed by unplugging the home phone line, would have solved the problem.

But even if we really had to unplug the phone line, how long could we keep it plugged?

If the little notes aren't torn up completely, the phone line won't be connected for a day?

These little notes are very cheap. If someone wanted to get revenge on him, they probably posted more than just one or two. They might be everywhere now. Even if the three of them went out and tore them up day and night, they might not be able to tear them all up without missing a single one.

Mr. Tan was in a terrible predicament and didn't know how to handle the situation, so he could only hand over this annoying task to Tan Zidong.

"Why should I answer the phone? Let her answer it! I have to go to work every day. What else is she doing at home with nothing to do but do this?"

Tan Zidong had no desire to take on such a task.

“Just do what I tell you to do. Your aunt cleans the house, cooks for you, and does your laundry every day. At least she’s done something for this family. Don’t think I don’t know. You don’t go to the factory even once a week. When you do go, you just sit around with your legs up on the table. Let me tell you, if you miss a single call, I’ll beat you to a pulp when I get back!”

As Mr. Tan was speaking, the phone rang again. He felt a cold sweat break out all over his body whenever he heard that voice, so he grabbed his bag and left quickly.

Seeing this, Liu Congli quickly went back to her room. She didn't want to have a conflict with Tan Zidong, but she didn't want to answer the phone either, even though the person on the other end was a complete stranger. She didn't want to be asked if she was offering a large sum of money to have a child.

But this matter couldn't be resolved so easily. Two days later, Tan's father went to higher authorities to investigate.

After all, the impact of these small advertisements is quite negative. They suddenly appear all over the city, and even if the government is not sensitive to them, it will still want to deal with them.

The number was provided by the factory and was on file. The investigation quickly led to Tan's father. This investigation uncovered all of Tan's father's misconduct at the factory, including his practice of selling inferior goods as high-quality ones for export and taking kickbacks.

The big deal he'd been eagerly anticipating never came; it was probably because the phone lines were busy with too many calls to his home.

The Tan family was immediately struck dumb, with some arrested, some sentenced, and some divorced, creating a complete mess.

Bai Jiaojiao had no idea that this would bring such a big trouble to her family, but this outcome can only be described as wicked people getting their just desserts.

On the first weekend after Shen Heng returned, Bai Jiaojiao took him to visit Xiang Anqi's home.

Xu Hong wasn't initially very satisfied with her son-in-law's image, but when the conversation turned to investing in the south, she pulled Shen Heng to the sofa and wouldn't let go.

Xiang Anqi and Bai Jiaojiao sat at the dining table and talked about their affairs.

"How are your and your brother's injuries? Are you able to spare the time to care for them lately?"

When Xiang Anqi asked this question last time, he asked Bai Jiaojiao to help bring the delegation from Pakistan.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jiaojiao perked up: "My brother is much better now, and Heng-ge and I don't need to visit him every day anymore. Is there anything you need, godfather?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Anqi said, "It's like this. Now that it's going to open up, our Yanda University is going to take the lead among universities this year and hold a conference with foreign universities. Your medical school is the first batch."

The School of Foreign Languages ​​was the first to receive this notice and was extremely busy. As a leader in academic diplomacy, Yenching University was determined to make a splash. It not only wanted to learn something from others, but more importantly, to showcase the country's style and image.

“There are many things in your medical school and other science schools that we don’t understand, so we can’t translate them. Time is tight and the task is heavy. We can’t train someone in time. If all else fails, we can only ask professors from various schools who have studied abroad to do it. Even I wouldn’t dare to go up and translate blindly in such an important occasion.”

After ten years of trials and tribulations, the shortage of talent is severe. Even the most outstanding Yanda University is struggling to meet its needs, which Xiang Anqi finds truly tragic.

"Professor, would you like me to be in charge of simultaneous interpretation for the medical school?"

This is a huge challenge, requiring not only professional skills but also extremely strong mental fortitude.

Xiang Anqi said, "I think you are capable of this task, and it's not because we lack talent that I'm pushing you up; it's because I believe you have the ability. Do you dare to take on this mission? Let me make it clear beforehand: once you agree, you can't go back on your word, otherwise it will be difficult for me to allocate resources. Of course, during this period, I will do my best to help you improve further."

After a year of intensive tutoring, Bai Jiaojiao's English has reached its peak. She has also not slacked off in her professional English. What Bai Jiaojiao needs now is targeted training in simultaneous interpretation.

"I dare." For Bai Jiaojiao, this was undoubtedly another step forward.

“Very good, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you. From today onwards, come see me whenever you have free time. This is a very serious matter, and we must be 200% prepared.”

"Don't worry, godfather, I will never bring shame to our country or school."

All four of them were very satisfied with this visit.

Bai Jiaojiao returned home with a big mission, and Shen Heng took out six hundred yuan from his pocket when he got home.

"Heng-ge, why are you still swindling our old folks out of their savings for their funerals?" Bai Jiaojiao said, both amused and exasperated.

"Your godmother insisted on giving it to me. I told her I didn't want it, but she insisted on investing." With their current wealth, they wouldn't stoop to swindling a few hundred dollars.