Chapter 144 The Drinking Party
The face that had been contorting in her dream, raising its fist at her, was now sitting right in front of her, and Song Lubai coughed.
Wei Yang quickly said, "Eat slowly, I'll go get you a bowl of water."
"Comrade Wei, what a coincidence."
Song Lubai wanted to take the bowl to another table.
Wei Yang took out money and tickets from his pocket and said to Xiao Liu, "Go get some braised pork, and see if there are any other good dishes."
Xiao Liu happily took the money and tickets and went off.
Although the food in their cafeteria is so-so, it's not easy to get meat even once in a while.
While Song Lubai ate her wontons in silence, Wei Yang leaned closer and whispered, "I wrote a letter to report him. Guess what happened?"
When Song Lubai realized he was referring to Zhang Jian, she looked at him intently and asked, "What was the result?"
Wei Yang obediently moved his head back, calmly crossed his arms and shook his head, "It's been several days, I haven't heard anything about him."
Song Lubai: "..."
Are you just playing with her?
No, I'm not playing a trick on her!
Several days have passed, and Wei Yang must have inquired about it, but not a word of it has leaked out. It's clear that it has been suppressed.
Who pressed it down?
It can only be Zhang Jian's father, Director Zhang.
When Song Lubai was feeling annoyed, she heard him say, "Stay away from him in the future."
In the past few days, Wei Yang privately inquired about Zhang Jian.
He had indeed heard that there were quite a few young women he had sent to the schools in the Sixth Division. Those with some education became teachers, while those with little education went to the canteen or logistics. In addition to schools, he had also sent people to other units for relatively easy jobs.
This Zhang Jian is not as warm and kind as he appears on the surface.
His enthusiasm and kindness were his weapons for deceiving female comrades.
Wei Yang was able to find out so quickly because he heard it from Lao Zhao, who had eaten and drunk with Zhang Jian in their team.
Some men will say anything when they're drunk. The women Zhang Jian arranged jobs for became his topics of conversation when he was drunk. He talked about all the women he had improper relationships with, using vulgar and offensive language.
Wei Yang felt disgusted when he heard the story being told, so naturally he couldn't say those things to Song Lubai now and offend her ears.
Although Zhang Jian won't be punished this time, he should be able to stay out of the limelight for a while.
While the two were talking about Zhang Jian, Zhang Jian was being scolded by Director Zhang at home.
Director Zhang threw the letter on the ground. "Look what you've done! Can't you just shut up? If it happens again, I'll break your legs, and from now on, get as far away from me as possible."
Clearly, this wasn't the first time Director Zhang had dealt with something like Zhang Jian's situation.
Seeing that Zhang Jian still looked indifferent, Director Zhang grabbed a broom from behind the door and started hitting him.
"I'll teach you to control yourself! I'll teach you to be defiant! If you do it again, you're fired from the farm. And if you ever try to assign work to anyone else again, forget about it."
For Director Zhang, his son having affairs wasn't a big problem; the problem was that it shouldn't have been discovered.
After the beating was over and his father left, Zhang Jian dared to pick up the paper from the ground. Seeing the crooked, childlike handwriting on it, he cursed, "Which bastard messed with me! I'll make him pay when I find him!"
His father was the farm manager, and he was the company commander. Everyone in the farm's headquarters and other departments knew him. When he assigned work to someone, people would give him face, and things were always done very easily.
Assigning work requires drinking with people, and afterwards, gossip will inevitably spread.
Zhang Jian wasn't afraid at all. Anyway, even if people found out, they couldn't do anything to him. His father was the farm manager, and no one would dare to offend him.
Thinking of the night he was hit on the head by a rock, Zhang Jian squinted at the letter in his hand.
Which unknown bastard from the 25th Company did it?
Zhang Jian was nearly thirty years old when he was scolded by his own father, so he was naturally unhappy.
While he was sitting at home smoking, Yao Guifang, heavily pregnant, brought her daughter home from kindergarten.
Yao Guifang asked, "You're back quite early today. What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."
Zhang Jian exhaled a smoke ring. "You can rest now. I have plans to eat at a restaurant with someone tonight."
Yao Guifang laughed and said, "Even if you don't eat, my daughter and I still have to. Drink less alcohol and eat more tonight."
She couldn't control what men did outside of their lives; all she knew was that Zhang Jian was good to her, and she was only worried that he was ruining his health by drinking too much.
Zhang Jian hummed in agreement, "I'm really hoping you'll have a boy this time."
Yao Guifang felt the pressure instantly.
She whispered, "Whether it's a boy or a girl isn't up to me."
Zhang Jian laughed and said, "If this one isn't a son, we'll keep having more. We're sure we'll have a son."
Yao Guifang finally smiled.
At nine o'clock in the evening, it was already dark. In the backyard of the Armed Forces Department, Wei Yang, who was wringing out his clothes at the door, saw Old Zhao coming out and casually asked, "It's already dark, where are you going?"
Old Zhao said, "When I was on patrol this afternoon, someone came to invite me to dinner tonight. Are you coming?"
Although Lao Zhao is older than Wei Yang, his rank is lower.
The two had sparred before, and Old Zhao lost. He was completely convinced of Wei Yang's strength and youth.
Wei Yang asked, "Who are they?"
The military overcoat was wet and felt unusually heavy when he carried it, so Old Zhao stepped forward to help him wring it out.
“There’s Zhang Jian, and Lao Wu from the gardening company, Xiao Zhuang from the power bureau… It’s always the same people. I just went to eat. Speaking of which, our canteen hasn’t cooked meat for a month or so.”
Old Zhao mentioned a bunch of people, and Wei Yang had met almost all of them.
Old Zhao advised, "Since you know each other, why don't you go together?"
Wei Yang nodded, "If there's free food, why not go?"
Old Zhao laughed and said, "That's right. Every time I go there, I just want to eat a few more delicious bites and listen to Zhang Jian brag a bit. We're kindred spirits."
Wei Yang wanted to say that Zhang Jian was a person with improper conduct and that Lao Zhao should stay away from him.
But then I thought, birds of a feather flock together, and Lao Zhao had known Zhang Jian for longer than he had known him.
He said those things in a way that was annoying.
For many men, lifestyle issues are not a big problem at all.
There's no point in trying to reason with someone like that.
He'll go see how Zhang Jian brags in a crowd today.
The gates of the state-run restaurant were already closed, but kerosene lamps were lit and stoves were burning in the private rooms in the backyard.
Every dish on the table is a hearty meal that people rarely get to eat all year round.
Braised fish, hand-pulled lamb chops, braised pig's head meat, stir-fried chicken, braised pig's trotters...
Besides meat, there's also tobacco and alcohol.
The table was piled high with food.
Wei Yang was surprised by what was on the table when he entered the private room.
Because of the cold weather, the restaurant has not been serving fish recently, but now there is a large grass carp on the table.
Oh!
"Oh, what a rare guest! You didn't come when I called you last time. What brings you here today?"
Wei Yang had been in similar situations before and handled them with ease.
"I smelled it; even if they hadn't invited me, I would have come today."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Zhang Jian laughed and said, "Don't be shy in the future, just treat this place like home. We're all family here. Come on, let's drink."
Wei Yang's lips curled slightly.
You really dare to treat a state-run restaurant like your own home!
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