Rebirth 84 Everything depends on hands

When Qin Guoming heard what Chen Feng said, the expression on his face was obviously dull for a moment. Then he threw his head back and laughed, "This silly boy, if he pays for my marriage, then it's me who gets my wife or he who gets his wife."

Qin Guoming knew that Chen Feng had good intentions, but no one else could help him get married. He had to rely on his own ability. At worst, he had to wait for two years. How could he use his brother-in-law's money to get married for himself.

"Why are you laughing?" Chen Feng looked at Qin Guoming and asked.

Qin Guoming pointed at Chen Feng with his finger and said with a smile, "Okay, I know you mean well, but you really can't help me with this."

"Whose brother-in-law did you see paid to help his brother-in-law get married?" Qin Guoming asked Chen Feng, "Isn't that a mess? So I have to rely on myself to do this."

After Chen Feng heard what Qin Guoming said, he thought about it. Qin Guoming was right, but he and his sister had both decided to get married, and now they have to delay it for a year because they have no money. This is a bit...

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "Brother-in-law, do you think this will work? Your work unit has allocated a house. You can raise the money for the banquet. I will give you a full set of electrical appliances and then find someone to decorate your room."

Let’s get some new furniture, that’ll be fine, right?”

Qin Guoming looked at Chen Feng. Chen Feng was right. He does have a house now. Although it has one bedroom, one living room and one kitchen, it is enough to make people envious in this era. It is not difficult to raise some money for banquets at work.

, but my brother-in-law has to bear the burden of electrical appliances and furniture. Isn’t this not good? Why do I feel like I’m a wife?

"This..." Qin Guoming didn't know how to answer Chen Feng. He looked at Chen Feng with both eyes, "No, do you really want your sister to get married?"

"What are you talking about!" Chen Feng looked at Qin Guoming, picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "First of all, although we are my uncle's sister, we had a good relationship when we were young, and we each have our own jobs when we grow up.

, they just lost contact with each other.”

"Secondly," Chen Feng glanced at Qin Guoming, "we all have one child in our family, and now something like this has happened to my uncle. I thought that after you get married, life will be easier without your help."

"Besides, you are a police officer. During the Chinese New Year, you wear your uniform and go for a walk around my sister. The neighbors won't dare to bully my sister and her family, right?"

Qin Guoming was stunned when he heard what Chen Feng said. He thought that this boy was anxious to ask his sister to marry him just because he was wearing a police uniform. This reason made him speechless.

Qin Guoming couldn't help but laughed angrily at Chen Feng, "Okay, I won't tell you anymore. When I see your sister, I will learn what you said and learn from your sister to see if she doesn't deal with you."

"I'm leaving. I have something to do when I get back." After Qin Guoming finished speaking, he stood up, picked up his big-brimmed hat, and prepared to walk out.

"By the way," Qin Guoming walked to the door of the office and looked back at Chen Feng, "The village chief Xu Chusan from the village next to you was seriously injured by Xu Dabiao from their village. He has been unconscious in the hospital."

"After investigation, Xu Dabiao heard some gossip in the factory, so he came back early to see his wife. He found out that his wife was getting involved with the village chief, and he killed Xu Chusan in a rage."

Chen Feng nodded after hearing this, "I heard Deputy Factory Director Xiao talk about this just now. Why is it that you are responsible for this?"

Qin Guoming shook his head, "I came here to do other things. I heard what Director Jin said. But I remember that Haolin works in the measuring tool factory. Have you visited him recently? Uncle Chen had an accident and he never went."

Chen Feng was startled when he heard this, but then nodded, "Yes, I went to the Electrical Appliance City before it opened, and I met his partner, and we had lunch together."

"Haolin didn't know about the uncle's injury, so he never went there." Chen Feng put out most of the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray and looked at Qin Guoming and said.

Qin Guoming looked at Chen Feng and nodded, moving the corner of his mouth slightly, "Oh, tsk tsk, Xu Chusan is the one who brought it upon himself to die, but what a pity Xu Dabiao is!"

"What do you mean?"

Qin Guoming didn't say anything more, just opened the door of the office and walked out. Chen Feng was in the room, looking at Qin Guoming going away through the glass, and thought to himself that his brother-in-law is really a good person, just from Xu Dabiao's work unit.

I guessed myself.

At the same time, in the office of the Provincial Cultural Bureau, there was a middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, with pomade on his head, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a Chinese tunic suit. He was looking angrily at an old man in front of him.

Comrade.

"Old Xing, I'm not telling you, what do you think? Why did you suddenly stop the performances of the actors in the art troupe?"

"Do you know that the two songs Han Bing sang in Beicheng City are getting a lot of response now," the middle-aged man pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "when the leader asked today, I even said they were from our art troupe. Now.

The leader asked me to pull the team down, express condolences to the troops, and Han Bing must be present at the roll call. What do you want me to do? What are you thinking about every day!"

"No, the housing bureau," the man named Lao Xing took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Han Bing can sing a few popular songs, and he has no professional training, so there is really no use keeping it. Besides,

Go to the front to express condolences, our Peking Opera actors are the same, such as Shajiabang, Lin Hai..."

"Okay!" the housing bureau slammed the table and shouted, "Stop talking, you think I don't know that you arranged your nephew to join the art troupe!"

Hearing this, Lao Xing couldn't help but tremble all over. He lowered his head and raised his eyes to glance at the director of the room, "No...no, my nephew has the strength himself..."

"Lao Xing, you are also a veteran cadre, you don't need me to tell you more," Director Fang took off his glasses and put them on the table.

"I don't care whether your nephew is strong or not, but Han Bing must come back and report immediately!" said the housing bureau here and glanced at Lao Xing, "Old Xing, times have changed. What young people today need is passion and blood.

Motivation and momentum, so there are no young people listening to those operas anymore, so hurry up and make arrangements."

"Yes, yes!" Lao Xing took a few steps back, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, turned around and went out to close the door before letting out a heavy breath.

He walked back to his office in a few steps, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Han Bing had already been driven back to Beicheng, and he still didn't want to stop. He even went to attend some reception ceremony and sang two new songs. Wasn't this just trying to fill his own troubles?

But the housing bureau has already spoken, and he can only ask the art troupe to transfer him back first. When Han Bing arrives at the art troupe, he will slowly deal with him. How can a young boy make such big waves?

Thinking of this, Lao Xing picked up the phone on the table and called the art troupe, "Hey, is this Captain Qian?"

"Who asked you to let Han Bing go back? It's just nonsense!" Lao Xing slapped the table and shouted in the office.