Rebirth of Siheyuan starts in the 1980s

The next evening, when Yu Yuanyuan was having dinner at home with her family, she seemed a little distracted.

"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother frowned and looked at Yu Yuanyuan who was sitting in a daze, "Why don't you eat?"

"Oh." Only then did Yu Yuanyuan react and quickly picked up the bowl to eat.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother asked with a frown, "Why have you been so distracted these days?"

"It's nothing." Yu Yuanyuan smiled, "Maybe I'm a little tired from work recently."

Yu Yuanyuan's mother shook her head: "If you are tired, work less shifts, especially the night shift where you stay up late. Working less often is not good for your health."

Yu Yuanyuan smiled slightly: "Whatever class you take, it all depends on the organization's arrangements. What can I do?"

Yu Yuanyuan's mother frowned, then looked at Yu Deshui next to her: "Lao Yu, why don't you say hello to their hospital, and Yuanyuan won't arrange night shifts in the future?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Yu Deshui also frowned and put down the wine glass in his hand, "I'm just a secretary to the leader. If I abuse some power, what will happen to me? What will others think of me? What if it gets to the leader?

, how can I behave as a human being?

Besides, since Yuanyuan is a nurse, isn't it natural for her to obey the organization's arrangements?"

"Stop talking to me about those big things." Yu Yuanyuan's mother said dissatisfied, "This is her daughter, not someone else's!

Besides, I just want you to say hello, lay off her, and let her work the day shift recently, but it’s not like she hasn’t been on the day shift all the time. You see Yuanyuan has been looking haggard recently, and her eyes have dark circles. It won’t work if she goes on like this.”

Yu Fangfang, who was standing next to her, smiled pointedly and said, "I see, Yuanyuan is not tired, but has a mental illness."

"Heart disease?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother looked at her eldest daughter, "Fangfang, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Yu Fangfang looked at Yu Yuanyuan who was eating silently, "I think maybe Weiguo hasn't come to see her in the past few days, so she is lovesick."

"I didn't!" Yu Yuanyuan looked at Yu Fangfang angrily.

"Okay, okay, no, no, no." Yu Fangfang curled her lips, "Actually, let me say, what's so good about that Yang Weiguo? You might as well kick that Yang Weiguo and be better off with your godbrother.

Although your godbrother is younger and not as well educated as Yang Weiguo, he has a good job.

He became the president of a publishing house at a young age, and his future is limitless.

Even though Yang Weiguo is a college student, he still doesn't know where he will be assigned after graduation, and he may not be the president of a publishing house.

The key is that he is not only powerful, but also very rich. He eats Western food all day long, lives in a big hotel, and has a car. Can Yang Weiguo compare with those conditions?"

"Wait a minute!" Yu Yuanyuan's mother said suddenly, "What are you doing, brother? What's going on?"

Yu Fangfang then smiled and said: "Mom, you don't know, right? Our Yuanyuan has adopted a godbrother. He has a good background. He is the president and general manager of a publishing house, and he is still very young.

He seems to be only nineteen years old."

"Nonsense!" Yu Deshui couldn't help but say, "How can the president of the publishing house be only nineteen years old? Are you talking nonsense?"

"Really," Yu Fangfang said, "I am really the president of the publishing house!"

Yu Deshui smiled: "If it's true, it can only be a nonsense. He might be referring to a certain school or something. He has a small printing workshop internally and just says he is a publishing house. That's not true.

real."

"No dad, this is a regular publishing house, a certified state-owned unit!" Yu Fangfang said, "Dad, have you heard of Hongguang Publishing House?"

"Hongguang Publishing House?" Yu Deshui frowned, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I have no impression."

Yu Fangfang said quickly: "That's a newly opened publishing house last month, and it's a subsidiary of Hongguang Machinery Factory. By the way, they also published a book, which is very popular recently, and it's "Journey to the Rivers and Lakes".

They published the collection of poems, and Yuanyuan still has the book."

"Jianghuxing, oh, I remember this." Yu Deshui nodded, "This book is quite popular recently, yes, that book is indeed from Hongguang Publishing House."

Yu Fangfang said: "If you can publish that book and sell it regularly in Xinhua Bookstore, can you call it a small workshop?"

"Oh, if you can go to Xinhua Bookstore, then this publishing house should be a serious company with a brand name." Yu Deshui nodded, "However, for such a company, you said the president is a nineteen-year-old young man? Well,

How big of a backstage is this?”

"That's it." Yu Fangfang smiled and said, "This is the man. He is not only the president of this publishing house, but also the famous poet of that poetry collection. You also mentioned that he is the Qiangzi, the poet.

Hadron."

"Poet Qiangzi?" Yu Deshui was stunned, "You mean, the new poet who wrote about seeing and not seeing?"

"Yes, that's him!" Yu Fangfang said, "His real name is Cao Zhiqiang. Not only is he a great poet, but he is also the president of a publishing house. He is picked up and dropped off by imported cars. He can also stay in a Peking hotel for a long time and have a meal.

It’s a few dozen dollars, do you think it’s great or not?”

"It's amazing." Yu Deshui nodded, "But it's nothing. He may be a disciple of some high-ranking cadre. This is normal."

"That's not true." Yu Fangfang said, "As far as I know, he is just an ordinary worker's son, and he used to live in a large courtyard, his parents died, and he dropped out of school in the first year of high school.

Later, after his mother left, he accepted his mother's quota and entered the Hongguang Machinery Factory as an ordinary intern.

But during this period, he made a lot of money by writing poems and magazines. He was also famous for his poems and was valued by his leaders.

Later, when Hongguang Machinery Factory opened a publishing house, he was promoted to the general manager of the publishing house.

It is said that he was not the president at first, but the vice president and general manager of the publishing house, and it was a fictitious job with a nice name. He did not take care of the specific affairs. He just wanted to use his name as a famous poet to give the small publishing house a boost.

gold.

But because the president of that publishing house had some problems and was arrested, Cao Zhiqiang was directly promoted from vice president to president.

The whole process has taken less than a month, do you think it’s amazing or not?”

Yu Deshui was stunned for a moment: "If this is true, then this person does have some abilities... But, how do you know so clearly about his affairs?"

Yu Fangfang glanced at Yu Yuanyuan: "Then you have to ask our Yuanyuan."

"Yuanyuan?" Yu Deshui looked at Yu Yuanyuan who was still busy eating, "Yuanyuan, what is your relationship with that Cao Zhiqiang?"

"It's nothing." Yu Yuanyuan lowered her head and said, "It's just that he was stabbed once and was hospitalized in the senior cadre ward of our hospital. At that time, I was a nurse in that ward and took care of him for a period of time. Then, we

, we recognized each other as brother and sister."

"Oh?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother squinted her eyes, "Yuanyuan, why have you never said that?"

"What's there to say?" Yu Yuanyuan lowered her head to eat, "It's just that I recognized a godbrother, it's not a big deal."

"Oh." Yu Fangfang said exaggeratedly, "I accept the president of a state-owned publishing house as my younger brother. Isn't this a big deal?"

Yu Yuanyuan put down the bowl and rolled her eyes at Yu Fangfang: "Sister, look at what you said, when I recognized him as my younger brother, he was just a small worker, an intern, not a big boss at all.

He’s not a general manager either.”

Yu Yuanyuan's mother squinted her eyes: "Yuanyuan, since he was just a small worker at the time, why did you accept him as your younger brother?"

"I, I just feel sorry for him." Yu Yuanyuan lowered her head and said.

"Both his parents are dead, his biological sister is in the third line and cannot come back, and he has a younger sister below him. While he has to take care of himself, he also has to take care of his sister.

I saw that his life experience was miserable, but he was positive, and I also liked the poems he wrote, so I accepted him as my younger brother."

Yu Yuanyuan's mother squinted her eyes and looked at Yu Yuanyuan who lowered her head: "Is it really just like this?"

"Of course." Yu Yuanyuan continued to look down at the table, "That's it."

"If that's true." Yu Yuanyuan's mother smiled slightly, "Why don't you dare to look up at me when you mention him?"

Yu Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised her head. After seeing her mother's sharp gaze, she lowered her head subconsciously: "No, I, I just think it's nothing."

"Nothing?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother smiled again, "You..."

Just as I said this, I suddenly heard a rapid ringing tone on the phone.

"It's already this time, who's calling?" Yu Yuanyuan's mother said dissatisfied.

"I'll pick it up." Yu Deshui put down Kuaizi, "It might be the leader calling. There might be something unexpected."

After saying that, Yu Deshui quickly came to the phone, cleared his throat, and then answered the phone: "Hello, this is Yu Deshui."

But soon, Yu Deshui frowned, and then looked at Yu Yuanyuan.

"Hmm, ah, that's it. Just wait."

After saying these words, Yu Deshui covered the phone receiver and said to Yuanyuan: "Yuanyuan, it's very important to find your phone number."

After a brief pause, Yu Deshui added again: "It's the godbrother you recognize, Cao Zhiqiang!"