Chapter 592: Dongzi’s Problem
The next morning at eight o'clock, Sasha and a driver took me to Bangkok.
I want Sasa to take me some Thai candies.
Sasha suggested that Thailand is most famous for its fruit pulp gummies, and also suggested that I buy some "green herbal ointment" (a very good anti-itching, antiseptic and refreshing ointment).
She took care of the whole process. When I wanted to pay her, she rolled her eyes at me.
"Teacher Wan, this is a gift from me. Please don't make it too formal. Don't you always talk about fate? If you hadn't come, how would I have met the Chalun couple and Miss Dana?"
Wan Shanhong could tell who was sincere and who was fake, as every society had distinct hierarchies. If she hadn't been needed as a translator, Sasha wouldn't have been connected to the Chalun family.
Her acquaintance with the Chalun family, and especially her friendship with Dana, was a turning point in her life, so I didn't refuse.
Finally, she suggested taking a few photos of me, and then took a photo with me before sending me to security check.
As a first-class VIP, the security checkpoint was not crowded. After passing through security, I waved to her and she waved back, saying, "Have a safe trip."
When I arrived at the VIP lounge, I immediately called Mr. Deng and agreed to go see Master directly after getting off the plane.
Mr. Deng said, "You think it's easy. You need to stay for seven days after you come back. The control here is getting tighter and tighter."
I felt a little uncomfortable. I said, "Then let's go together in seven days."
After the call, I prepared to post a circle message so that Master and Sister Li could know my whereabouts. I chose a photo of myself with Suvarnabhumi Airport in the background and captioned it, "Leaving Thailand to return to Upstate today."
Click and send.
I'll like and comment on a bunch of messages in a moment, and pick out a few humorous ones to entertain the readers:
The first message was from Qing Ruo. She wrote:
"Since the advent of WeChat Moments and TikTok, I've been living the life of Empress Wu Zetian every day. Some people offer me songs, some show me martial arts, some perform their talents, and some report their itineraries to me."
The following is Lao Xiao's message: "I have to admit, you have always had a firm grasp on my temperament."
After reading Lao Xiao's message, I couldn't help but burst out laughing and replied: "What I lack in looks, I make up for with my temperament."
Reading below, there are many different comments. For example, Chen Xiaoxia left a message:
"Too grand, no photo with the ladyboy, bad review."
Jiang Yiwei wrote: "Take me abroad, AA is fine, I have enough money."
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Xiaolin immediately sent me a private message: "The situation is very strict now. Everyone needs to be quarantined. Did you know?"
"Mr. Deng has already told me."
"Did you buy gifts for your parents?"
"Reporting to the chief, it's inconvenient to carry, so I only bought some candy and other things. Thai clothes are not suitable for you to wear. The ones that are suitable for you are all made in China, so I didn't buy any."
She replied with a string of hammers...
I chatted with her for a few more sentences before stopping.
Then came three private messages, from Xiao Liming, Tang Man, and Fu Siping. They all asked the same question: not coming to the Philippines?
I explained to them one by one the reasons for my immediate return to China, and they all responded with positive feedback. Tang Man and Fu Siping only responded with a thumbs-up.
Only Xiao Liming wrote a message: "Is his life in danger? You should go see him. When you get to the hospital, please buy him some gifts for me."
After a while, Sister Li sent me a private message:
"Brother, my mom called me a few days ago and told me you went to Thailand. She also heard it from President Deng. My dad's illness isn't serious, and I'd have to be quarantined if I went back, so I haven't been back yet.
My brother went back and said that the old man was just nostalgic. Now that you are back, if you have time, you should go and see him.
"Sister Li, it's not a question of whether I have time or not. I came back specially to visit the old man. It's just that it will take seven days."
"You're so kind. I feel a little guilty."
"You have work, so it's inconvenient to ask for leave. Plus, it's a special period. Don't worry. Mr. Deng and I are here."
Sister Li sent a string of symbols showing hands clasped together.
Then, I saw Dongzi send a WeChat message: "I'm so happy to hear you've returned to China. Please let me know when you arrive at your 'hotel'. I'd like to chat with you for a while."
You have something to talk to me about? What's it? Writing a novel? I'm not good at that. Are there any family conflicts?
Never mind all that, let’s talk about it later, I replied: “Okay.”
After a while, the staff came to guide us to board the plane.
Everyone on the plane wore masks and no one chatted.
After lunch on the plane, a special car picked us up after we got off the plane and checked into a small hotel. That was the beginning of my seven-day "retreat".
The first thing to do is to call Dongzi.
Dongzi laughed when he heard that I had checked into the "hotel". Then he introduced his situation.
First, his novel was published on a new platform and a contract was signed.
I said, "Congratulations."
He then introduced the second thing: a new attraction called the "Public Servant Pavilion" was built in Wuxiang.
The implication is very beautiful, which is to advocate that all cadres should have a "public servant" consciousness of "worrying about the world before worrying about themselves, and being happy about the world after being happy about themselves."
The city is planning to erect a monument at the "Public Servant Pavilion," requiring a high-quality inscription. A writing team has been assembled, and they've been given two weeks to submit their drafts. The best one will be chosen.
He was one of the members assigned to write the essay. The leader required that the essay contain a classic quote. While it couldn't compare to Fan Zhongyan's "worry first, then enjoy," it had to be close to that level.
I smiled and said, "After you finish writing, sign the leader's name."
He said, "Signing our names is too low-class. Can you help me think of a noble sentence that will leave a deep impression on the leader?"
I laughed and said, "How do you thank me?"
He joked, "I'll be the director and promote you to deputy director."
I laughed and said, "Okay, I've got nothing to do these seven days. I'll help you think about it."
So, I pondered over it every day like an old monk in meditation. When I couldn’t figure it out, I searched my phone. It was not until the seventh day that I found a clue from the vast amount of articles.
I excitedly called Dongzi and said, "Dongzi, I found the evidence. Fan Zhongyan also copied others."
Dongzi said, "Hurry up and tell me."
"I won't tell you."
"Please, brother."
"I'll come over tonight and talk to you face to face."
"tonight?"
The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, a fully armed man in a white coat said to me, "Wan Shanhong, you can go home now."
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