Chapter 589 December 1978
The news from the north published in the newspapers spread widely.
Many people didn’t believe it at first. The North had unilaterally locked the country for 28 years, but now suddenly allowed people from Hong Kong to return home to visit their relatives.
It was as shocking as a bolt from the blue, yet it made people dare not believe it easily.
Wait until it is confirmed that the relevant departments of Hong Kong City have received the lifting of the ban issued by the north.
Many citizens lined up to apply for Home Return Permits.
The application process for a Home Return Permit is simple, but it takes a long time.
It takes 30 to 45 days to get it.
The Zhong family didn't have much reaction to the news, except for one person.
Grandma Zhong seemed to be deeply touched and came to the Zhong family residence with the twins today.
I don’t know if it’s because of the stroke.
I especially love reminiscing about the past.
In the side hall, Lin Yiyi was held by the hand by Grandma Zhong and asked about things in the north.
In addition to Ze County, her second most profound memory is Zhaojiatun.
When asked about Beijing, Lin Yiyi really couldn't answer because she was not from Beijing before and after she traveled through the book.
There was no way, the original owner was from Beijing, so she could only talk nonsense.
Wait for Sister Mei to come over and say lunch is ready.
Lin Yiyi was able to escape from this kind of chat where lies were the whole time.
After making up lies for an hour, she was really at a loss for words when she continued.
Next time I ask her, she might say I'm interrupting her.
No one was talking at the table.
Only the two little ones who were there to liven up the atmosphere were humming and groaning non-stop.
Youyou didn't let his brother go today and hit Mozi on the forehead with a rice spoon.
The wound on Mozi's forehead had just begun to scab off, and it seemed to be hurt by the hit.
He started crying as soon as he opened his mouth.
She cried and hit her brother with the spoon.
Youyou was hit hard twice, and then he dodged left and right and was hit again. He covered his head with his right hand and fought back with a spoon in his left hand.
In the blink of an eye they started hitting each other.
Sister Fang and Sister Xia moved the young master's child chair away and sat separately.
This separation is even more serious.
When the spoon can't hit the other person, he starts spitting.
Throw rice balls and vegetable leaves to fight.
In an instant, bowls were overturned, plates were smashed, and spoons and chopsticks were all turned into "cannon" projectiles and thrown to the ground.
The bib on the little one has become a color palette for food.
The soup and rice all over the floor and the table made people frown.
Lin Yiyi moved her chair closer to Zhong Jiasheng, fearing that the food battle would fall on her head.
Zhong Jiasheng looked at the two hooligans at the edge of the long table with displeasure, "If you want to fight, go to the backyard and don't throw the food around."
After hearing what their father said, Mozi and Youyou immediately stopped, but neither of them admitted defeat.
Mozi, who had just been wiping his tears, hummed several times.
"..." The food in the plate was thrown away by the two brothers, and it made no difference whether they stopped or not.
Lin Yiyi finished the soup in her bowl in a few gulps and ran away.
She was really powerless to educate the naughty boy.
He has the same temper as the bad guys. He is not afraid of being beaten and just laughs when being scolded.
No amount of saliva can stop the two kids from fighting.
…
The Zhong family was constantly having small quarrels, and the situation in Hong Kong was as volatile as the stock market.
Over the past few days, cases of corruption involving retired officials have been exposed one after another.
They were caught and tried, or they escaped or disappeared and died unexpectedly…
Mr. Zhong also became busy, and Mrs. Zhong lived a relatively leisurely life, but that was only an appearance.
In addition to taking care of household chores in private, they also have to prepare for the etiquette exchanges for the next three important festivals.
They are Christmas, New Year's Day, and the Spring Festival.
All the relatives in Nanyang City, Canada and Hong Kong prepared different gifts for each family.
It would be complete with a greeting card written by Zhong’s father.
Zhong Jiasheng checked with Lin Yan for several days on the matters concerning the temporary construction workers.
150 individual labor contracts were signed, and the remaining half were workers from regular construction companies who had signed professional contracts in previous years. In comparison, the latter saved time and effort.
It was December 9th.
When the early morning sun moves to a certain position, the groundbreaking ceremony on the island officially begins.
Yang Wanchun stood aside with his back to them with a gloomy face, cursing Zhao Laogou over and over in his heart for being rich and unkind.
A treacherous villain who exploits ordinary people.
After the ceremony, Zhong Jiasheng and Yang Wanchun exchanged glances.
The two of them walked into the temporary tent one after the other.
Zhong Jiasheng threw a cigarette to Yang Wanchun and went straight to the point.
“From today, you will be on the island for the next week supervising these temporary construction workers.
They can report to me any deviations in their work attitudes, private complaints, or construction problems at any time.”
Yang Wanchun was unhappy, but he didn't dare show it, and spoke in a flattering manner.
"Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted me to be the supervisor?
Look how reserved you are. I thought you were on vacation, but you were wearing slippers."
“Not an overseer, but a construction worker.”
Zhong Jiasheng lit a cigarette, took a puff, and glanced at him indifferently.
"Tell me in advance that you can come?"
"Worker?"
Zhong Jiasheng nodded his chin and said, "Work with them, eat and live with them, and tell me their true internal situation."
Yang Wanchun's face froze and he almost vomited blood. He really overestimated Zhao Laogou.
He is simply not a human being.
What was supposed to be an island vacation turned into an island worker.
He was not assigned to this broken island to be a supervisor or an administrator.
Let him blend into the group of temporary construction workers and work as a coolie spy.
Yang Wanchun didn't want to agree, but he said, "Okay, brother, you can trust me to do the job. Nothing can escape my eyes. Just don't worry."
Zhong Jiasheng curled his lips and smiled, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "When you finish this, I will give you a big gift next year."
"..." What kind of gift? Send him back to the north?
Yang Wanchun no longer has any hope in Zhao Laogou, because he really treats him as his brother.
People treat him as a tool and a rag.
He stretched his neck and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother, what's the gift?"
"You will know next year. I promise I won't treat you unfairly."
Zhong Jiasheng leaned against the table, exhaled a smoke ring, seemed to remember something, and added leisurely.
"The money for the chickens, ducks, pork and firecrackers bought for today's sacrifice will be deducted from your box."
The one million Hong Kong dollars was probably just a small fraction of the cost.
“!!!” Damn Old Dog Zhao, he was the one who paid for the gas, maintenance and insurance of his yacht.
I sent him a letter a few days ago asking him to buy the worship supplies for me, but he didn’t even give me the money!
Why didn't God take away this bastard who eats meat and drinks blood?
Yang Wanchun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to resist the urge to punch him twice.
His boxing and kicking skills have improved by leaps and bounds during this period. With a reverse hook throw, he can definitely make Zhao Laogou kneel down and call him grandpa.
The man at the table seemed to notice something, and pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it out.
With a "clang" sound, half of the chair back was cut off.
The dagger stuck firmly into the mud.
Looking closely, I saw that only the handle of the knife was exposed, and the blade was completely embedded in the ground.
Zhong Jiasheng's arm strength is amazing, and his fighting ability should... perhaps... be much higher than his.
Yang Wanchun immediately collected his thoughts and didn't dare to think about whether to beat Zhao Laogou or not. He sat back on the wooden stool next to him with a dejected look.
"Brother, let me pay for your yacht insurance next year."
Zhong Jiasheng nodded with satisfaction.
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