After seeing the Fang family off, Xu Weiguo asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you let me refuse them just now?"
Xu Junhui had a rough idea, but he didn't know if what he was thinking was the same as what Huang Qinqin was thinking.
Huang Qinqin didn't answer, but instead asked, "Dad, isn't Director Fang the director of the Revolutionary Committee?"
"yes."
She continued, "Is Third Uncle the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee?"
"yes…"
When Huang Qinqin asked the second question, Xu Weiguo immediately realized what was going on.
"You want Fang Hui to join us in investigating Xu Weimin?"
Xu Weiguo was also seriously considering how feasible this matter was.
He didn't know what the relationship was between Fang Hui and Xu Weimin, but since Fang Hui was taking the risk to come, he wanted them to help take care of that old leader.
Could he reasonably deduce that the old leader was very important to them?
"Yes, I think Director Fang definitely knows Uncle San better than we do. If Director Fang is willing to investigate with us, I think things will go much more smoothly."
Huang Qinqin's idea wasn't entirely far-fetched, because Fang Hui needed their help right now; otherwise, she wouldn't have had this thought.
They helped Fang Hui take care of his old boss, and Fang Hui helped them investigate Xu Weimin. It was actually a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Or it could be described as an equivalent exchange.
Of course, this is on the premise that Fang Hui and Xu Weimin's relationship is not good, or rather, only average.
If Fang Hui is aware of what Xu Weimin is doing, or even involved in it, then their request would be very dangerous.
Huang Qinqin also voiced this concern: "Dad, when you were investigating Uncle San during this period, did you find out what kind of relationship Director Fang had with Uncle San?"
“If they have a good relationship, then we cannot propose this deal.”
Xu Weiguo said decisively, "Fang Hui and Xu Weimin's relationship should be so-so, because in all these days, I have hardly seen them interact outside of work."
"Moreover, he even came to the state-run restaurant for a meal on the day you held your banquet. If he didn't skip the banquet at Xu Weimin's house, then he left without even eating."
"Either of them proves that their relationship is not good."
Huang Qinqin nodded: "In that case, we can try cooperating with Director Fang."
"As for the village, I'll go and communicate with the village chief and the others."
"Okay, then I'll go to the Revolutionary Committee tomorrow and discuss it with Fang Hui."
...
After finishing their meal and returning to their room, Xu Junhui asked with some concern, "Wife, is it really alright for you to talk to the village chief and the others and ask them to take care of the people who have been sent down to the countryside?"
“No problem. Fang Huai actually went to Huangjia Village today as well. He even went to see that leader.”
"If there were any problems with his supervisor, I doubt they would have been so calm as to come over and ask us for help."
Huang Qinqin rolled over in bed and continued her analysis: "You see, if his boss wasn't doing well in the village, he wouldn't have come to find me."
"Since they came to find me, it proves that the villagers didn't do anything to him. At least they didn't harm him."
Okay, that makes sense. Xu Junhui thought it made a lot of sense: "Alright, then let's hope Director Fang will be willing to cooperate with us. Go to sleep, you've had a long day."
"Uh-huh!"
Huang Qinqin closed her eyes for a moment, then suddenly said, "Oh, right, Junhui, there are a few manuscripts on the table. Could you take them to mail for me tomorrow?"
"Honey, when did you write this? It seems like you've been submitting articles more often since you started working."
Xu Junhui sometimes really feels like his wife has three heads and six arms.
Previously, Huang Qinqin would usually submit articles once a week, with two to three articles submitted at a time.
Xu Junhui originally thought that she would submit fewer articles after she started working, but it turned out that she submitted even more articles after she started working.
Huang Qinqin blushed slightly and said, "This isn't a department store job; I'm often quite free, so I just write articles on the side."
“My other colleagues knitted scarves and sweaters. I didn’t know how, so I just started writing articles. Before long, I had a lot of articles to write.”
Xu Junhui thought about how he was actually quite idle most of the time when he was at work.
However, Xu Junhui still advised, "Wife, when you have free time, eat something or something. Don't push yourself too hard, it's too tiring."
"It's okay, I'll rest for a bit if I get tired. I was just thinking, since I'm idle anyway, why not earn some extra money for diapers for the babies?"
"We have plenty of diapers at home, and I'll take care of making money, so remember not to overwork yourself. Don't worry about making money, okay?"
"Okay~"
......
Early the next morning
Everyone in the Xu family is exceptionally busy today.
Before leaving, Zhang Yumei said, "Afang and I are going to register some children for school today. We might not have time to buy groceries and cook lunch."
"Ahui, bring all the lunchboxes from home. Get your lunch from the cafeteria and bring it back."
Xu Junhui was almost out the door, but he had to turn back to get his lunchbox. He had lent another bicycle to Huang Guiming and the others.
So Xu Weiguo and Chen Ming will still have to walk to work today, and the remaining bicycles at home will be left for Xu Junhui and his family to use.
Carrying a bag of lunchboxes, Xu Junhui checked before leaving: "Mom, is there anything else? If not, Qinqin and I are heading out."
"That's all. Be careful when you ride your bike, don't bump Qinqin."
Clang, clang
Xu Junhui hung the lunchbox on the handlebars of his bike, and it started rattling loudly as soon as he started riding. Huang Qinqin, sitting in the back, found it particularly unpleasant to hear.
Unable to bear it any longer, she said, "Why don't you give me the lunchbox? That voice is giving me goosebumps."
Xu Junhui stopped, puzzled: "Huh? But you're already carrying pickled vegetables. It'll be hard to carry a lunchbox too, won't it?"
The pickled vegetables in Huang Qinqin's hand were for Manager Gao, in addition to the pickled radishes and taro stems that Manager Gao specifically requested.
She also took some pickled cowpeas and sauerkraut, so she ended up with a basket full of miscellaneous items.
Huang Qinqin looked at the pickled vegetables in her hand and handed them to Xu Junhui: "Then you hang the pickled vegetables on the car, and I'll take the lunchbox."
"The sound of that lunchbox was too loud; it was unpleasant to listen to."
"Okay, I'll switch."
After holding the lunchbox in her arms, Huang Qinqin silently breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if the world had finally become peaceful.
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