Lin Ying found it a little strange when she saw Zhao Qinghuai bring back a package.

Unexpectedly, after opening it, I saw that familiar certificate again.

Is this stuff wholesale from the military?

As expected, it was still signed by the 72nd Border Defense Regiment. However, the inscription read "Certificate of Honor for Special Contributions".

Then there's another certificate of honor issued by the Harbin Municipal Government. The contents are the same, only the outer packaging and the signature and stamp are different.

Next came the certificates of honor for each factory.

Lin Ying's lips twitched: "Is it because the factory that issued the production certificate has unsold products?"

Zhao Qinghuai clenched his fist, coughed lightly to hide his smile: "I heard that someone carries a whole bunch of certificates of honor with them wherever they go. They might think you really like these things."

This time, after so long, how come the dart can still be thrown back?

Lin Ying said helplessly, "There's no need to make so many. You might as well give me something more practical."

Zhao Qinghuai said, "Keep reading. Even if they were willing, I wouldn't be willing to just send you away with a piece of paper." Especially since she was in such danger at the time.

Thinking back to when Lin Ying faced so many members of the Revolutionary Committee with her two children, Zhao Qinghuai recalled the moment when Lin Ying was forced to drink poison.

She also recalled that even in her unconscious state, she was still muttering words about not taking her grandfather away.

The Revolutionary Committee cast a deep shadow over Lin Ying's heart. Last time, her old superior helped her. This time, however, she not only had to face it alone but also protect her two children.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qinghuai finally couldn't help but say, "Let's try to have less contact with Director Bao's family in the future."

After saying that, Zhao Qinghuai looked at Lin Ying carefully, worried that she might be upset by what he had said.

Lin Ying is a slow-to-warm-up person, so she really has very few close friends.

The investigation revealed that Lin Ying had lunch at Bao Youxue's house before leaving. This shows that she really liked the place.

However, although Bao Youxue had no other choice but to do this, someone had already found out that the booklet was in his possession, and he had to find a way to send it out.

If he had entrusted this matter to anyone else, Zhao Qinghuai would have thought he had done nothing wrong. But because it was Lin Ying, Zhao Qinghuai couldn't forgive her.

Lin Ying was initially very happy when she heard there were other things downstairs, especially when she saw a familiar envelope.

Just as she was about to open it, Lin Ying heard Zhao Qinghuai say this, and her hand paused.

"Ah, I know. That's what I think too."

Lin Ying's voice carried a hint of dejection when she said this, but she quickly composed herself.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's see what's here."

Lin Ying opened the envelope and saw a thick stack of ten-yuan bills inside, along with a large pile of various tickets and certificates.

Of course, none of these are the most valuable items; the most valuable item is probably a bicycle ticket inside.

But this vote was of no use to Lin Ying.

After deducting the bicycle ticket, the total amount paid was actually less than what the Second Factory gave.

Seeing Lin Ying's displeasure, Zhao Qinghuai explained, "There is a total of two thousand yuan here. I haven't counted the receipts, but they are valid nationwide and have no time limit."

But I estimate it won't be much more. Each of their factories has a huge deficit this time, and they don't have much money left.

Okay. Lin Ying took out the tickets and gave the rest of the money and bicycle ticket to Zhao Qinghuai.

"Go to the city and deposit the money when you have some free time. The passbook is still in that spot, take it yourself. Do you think you can exchange this bicycle ticket for anything else?"

Zhao Qinghuai nodded: "Yes, my comrade's family probably needs it."

Lin Ying thought for a moment and said, "By the way, besides the bicycle ticket, don't you also need industrial coupons to buy a bicycle? We have some of these at home, so you can take them too. If someone needs them, we can exchange them together."

Zhao Qinghuai agreed and put the envelope away.

Lin Ying placed the stack of certificates on the table; these things were a pity to throw away, but tasteless to use.

After receiving the gifts, Lin Ying couldn't wait to take out the treasure and give it to Zhao Qinghuai.

"Take a look!"

Zhao Qinghuai was a little puzzled as Lin Ying proudly presented the item.

"What?"

Lin Ying opened the cardigan she had made and then told them about discovering the treasure.

"I checked it, and that book was sewn at least a hundred years ago. It's probably a treasure that came from who-knows-where. If Er Ya hadn't messed up all these books and I had to put them away one by one, I wouldn't have noticed that the book's weight was off. For someone to put it in there so carefully, this thing must be extraordinary."

I've tried it. With my strength, I could easily cut it with scissors and a kitchen knife, but I don't know if it could stop a bullet. Although I don't know what this thing is, it would make a good protective suit for you. Give it a try.

Zhao Qinghuai felt like he was dreaming when he held this thing. He had heard of the Golden Silk Soft Armor when he traveled the world with his master, and he had even seen it before. To be honest, it was indeed useful in an era of danger.

However, while the golden silk armor was impervious to swords and spears, it was vulnerable to fire.

The melting point of gold wire is 1064°C, which is not enough to prevent it from being detonated by a bomb.

Even so, owning a golden silk softness is every man's cherished wish.

Zhao Qinghuai took the seemingly light garment, unceremoniously took off his shirt in front of Lin Ying, and then put the garment on.

"This is what it looks like after you put it on."

Lin Ying weaved a specially provided thread back and forth between the two sides of the cardigan. With a final pull and tighten, the cardigan was joined together in the middle.

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