Reborn in 1977

Chapter 530: Another Meeting?

The place Lin Yuanxiang took him to wasn't far, just north of Jingshan Park, in the Milianku Hutong.

Today, the three old men went out together, each carrying a vegetable basket, but there wasn't much inside, mainly to emphasize that everyone had a share.

Except for Chen Fan.

Chen Fan really wanted to put all the meat and vegetables into one basket and carry it himself, otherwise seeing these three baskets not even half full made him very uncomfortable.

When they arrived, there were no guards, no complete enclosure... in short, there were no special circumstances at all, and it was no different from many ordinary courtyard house hutongs, with pedestrians coming and going on the road.

If there was any difference, it was that the courtyard houses here basically maintained their original appearance, without so much random construction, which looked very refreshing.

Lin Yuanxiang carried the basket forward and knocked on the door, and soon a young man in ordinary clothes, in his twenties, came to open the door.

Chen Fan, who was looking around, turned his head and glanced at him, his eyebrows slightly raised, this big brother could probably block ten of his moves!

Don't think ten moves is a small number, now if he were to fight Lin Yuanxiang again, he could guarantee to take him down within ten moves. Usually, their sparring was evenly matched, just to make the old man happy.

In other words, his perception of this young man was similar to that of Lin Yuanxiang and Zhang Xuansong, indicating that he was an extremely powerful master.

Unfortunately, he was still no match for him.

However, no matter how powerful he was, he had to listen to others here.

The three old men went straight in, but when it came to him, he had to be searched.

This showed the difference from ordinary residential houses.

Chen Fan turned his gaze to his two masters, but both masters didn't help him.

Zhang Xuansong even said impatiently, "Take out all the odds and ends on your body and put them down, I guarantee they won't be lost, you can take them with you when you leave."

Lin Yuanxiang also said, "This is the rule, just follow the rules, and be quick about it."

Li Shangde also added, "Don't worry, it's very safe here."

Chen Fan: Damn it, you're supposed to be my masters, but your words aren't as pleasant as Old Man Li's.

Okay, he now knew that Li Shangde also had a share in the kung fu he learned from Master Lin, so this one was also a master.

Immediately, he stretched out his hands, and without any movement, two steel pieces, each the width of two fingers, popped out of his sleeves and landed on the long table against the wall.

Speaking of which, was this an security checkpoint?

The young comrade curiously picked up a steel bar and waved it, bringing out a burst of air, and asked curiously, "What is this for?"

Chen Fan coughed, "Actually, I am a construction engineer, this is a kind of building material..."

The young comrade looked at him expressionlessly, as if saying, do you think I believe you?

Zhang Xuansong's eyelids twitched not far away, with this kid's strength, if he used these two steel bars to perform the Hidden Green Serpent, who could withstand it?

He couldn't help asking, "Where did you get this thing? Judging from the texture, it seems to be modified from a tank chassis part, right?"

Chen Fan was silent for two seconds, "I took it from the warehouse of the construction company, it was like this when I took it."

Zhang Xuansong looked at the sky, as if saying, do you think I believe you?

Chen Fan didn't bother to care whether they believed it or not, anyway, he just took it from someone else's warehouse, and Director Li had even agreed to it.

When he returned to Lujiazui, he would forge these two steel bars into short swords, one male and one female, then the power of the Pure Yang Sword Technique could be revealed.

He then took out a PPK from his waist, and seeing the young comrade's eyes widen, he couldn't help saying, "Really? You haven't even seen this kind of gun before?"

Saying that, he took out his gun license, "I have a license, oh."

The young comrade took a deep breath, took the gun license and flipped through it, "I've seen it, I've seen it."

If it wasn't for the person brought by the three old leaders and instructors, he would have blown the alarm!

Then Chen Fan took out five pens and placed them side by side on the table, "I am also a writer, it is normal to carry a pen."

The young comrade picked up a pen, pulled off the cap, touched the sharp tip with his finger, and nodded, "It can also be used as a flying dart."

"Not that much, I have a gun, why would I need flying darts."

Chen Fan laughed, then took out a handful of small stones, "This is for practicing hand strength."

He also took out two daggers from his left and right calves, "At the same time, I am also a chef, so I carry kitchen utensils with me, convenient for killing chickens and slaughtering sheep at any time."

The young comrade pondered for two seconds, "It's okay, there are knives in the kitchen at home, and there is no sheep today anyway."

Chen Fan looked at him with a smile on his face, oh, the psychological quality is not bad.

At this time, the three old comrades Lin Yuanxiang next to him also fell silent.

This reason is really a bit outrageous.

Taking out another cloth bag, unfolded it was dozens of silver needles, Chen Fan looked at the young comrade, "Ahem, do I have to hand in this needle too?"

The young comrade looked at the dense silver needles, feeling a little scalp tingling, frowned and asked, "Are you also a doctor?"

Chen Fan took out his doctor's qualification certificate, "Would you like to check it?"

The young comrade's eyes widened, is it really?

After a pause of two seconds, he still said, "You should put this needle here, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth twitched, he put away his certificate, and finally drew a steel wire from his waist belt, "Ahem, don't lose this thing, it's not easy to find."

This was still when he was in the machinery factory, he asked an eighth-grade worker to make it for him with public power for personal gain, using special materials, it was no problem to saw steel bars. The hard part was that special steel, if this one was gone, he wouldn't know where to find the material again.

The young comrade didn't want to look at him anymore, and turned to look at the three old comrades, as if asking, what kind of person did you bring?

Lin Yuanxiang and the three did not dare to speak, and seeing that Chen Fan had nothing else to take out, they signaled the young comrade to search him.

Chen Fan twisted and waited for him to finish touching his body, and learned this unknown technique by the way, and quickly followed his masters inside.

This is a very ordinary three-in courtyard house, passing through the front yard and crossing the hanging flower gate, it is a regular middle courtyard.

At this time, an old man was walking in the yard, and the moment Lin Yuanxiang stepped into the door, he laughed loudly, "You brought the chef?"

Lin Yuanxiang laughed, "That's for sure, yesterday I heard Xiao Xu say that you wanted to eat hometown dishes, it just so happens that our apprentice has a good skill, so we asked him to come and cook a meal for you."

The old man grinned and laughed straight, "Then I'm in for a treat."

From the moment Chen Fan entered the door and saw the old man's face clearly, he was so frightened that he shrank his neck and pretended to be a quail, and he was still cursing his masters for being unkind in his heart, not even saying hello in advance, and bringing himself here, isn't this scaring people!

Was this old man someone he could see?!

Although the old man was wearing glasses, he was blind and couldn't see anything. At this time, he turned to face a few people, making a listening posture, "Where is the young man? Come over and let me see."

Lin Yuanxiang quickly beckoned, "Come here, call Grandpa Liu."

Chen Fan quickly trotted over, bent down and bowed, "Hello Grandpa Liu."

The old man groped and patted him on the shoulder, and smiled, "Good, good, good, healthy body, is a good young man. Your two masters have praised you to the sky, thank you for your hard work today."

Chen Fan smiled, "It's just cooking a meal, not hard, not hard."

Just now, Master Lin called him over and only said to cook a meal for an elder, he didn't think much about it, and followed him, how would he know it was this one!

Not to mention a meal, it's okay to take care of the old man until he dies.

Unfortunately, he doesn't need him.

At this moment, he didn't say much. He took the food basket from his three masters, turned around, and entered the kitchen.

The three of them accompanied the old man to chat in the courtyard.

Chen Fan busied himself in the kitchen, occasionally turning his head to take a look, a smile on his face, but his heart felt somewhat heavy.

In the courtyard were four people. The old man was blind, and of the remaining three, one had lost his left arm and right eye, one had lost his right leg, and the last one, Lin Yuanxiang, who appeared unscathed, had been diagnosed by Chen Fan with countless hidden injuries, even rendering him infertile. It was probably for this reason that he remained unmarried his entire life, keeping company only with his old comrades-in-arms.

They were all people who had crawled out of piles of corpses.

Chen Fan was quick and efficient, quickly preparing the ingredients and starting the fire to cook.

Before long, a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen.

The old man immediately turned around, moved his nose in the direction of the kitchen, and blurted out in his local dialect, "It smells so good."

Lin Yuanxiang ran to the kitchen door to take a look, then quickly came back to report, "There's Sichuan peppercorn and chili peppers. Is this Sichuan cuisine authentic?"

The old man grinned and laughed heartily, "Good, good, good. It smells delicious."

After another half an hour, four dishes and a soup were ready. After scooping a pot of rice, Chen Fan carried them on a tray in two trips to the main room, "Grandpa Liu, please eat."

The old man sat at the head of the table, Li Shangde and Zhang Xuansong sat on one side, Lin Yuanxiang sat on the other, and fortunately, a seat was left for Chen Fan.

However, before he could even sit down properly, a Sichuan accent came from the courtyard entrance, "It's better to arrive late than never. Add another bowl and chopsticks, and get another cup."

Chen Fan turned his head to look, his eyes widened for a second, and he quickly got up and stepped aside.

Why did this big shot come too?

Even if you guys have a good relationship, at least come at a different time. It's making my little heart tremble.

Lin Yuanxiang and the other two also quickly stood up and saluted, "Hello."

The old man also stood up and laughed, "You have so many important things to do, what are you doing here?

Zhang Xuansong nudged Chen Fan with his arm, "Hurry up and greet him, call him Grandpa."

Chen Fan quickly bowed and saluted, "Hello, Grandpa."

He waved his hand, "Good, good, good. You guys sit down, I'm here to freeload a meal, why are you getting up?

Lin Yuanxiang was about to squeeze in with Chen Fan, but he was pulled down to sit together, "We'll squeeze together."

Then he turned to Old Liu and said, "I came to see how you were doing, but you hid away to eat good food without calling me, that's not right."

As a result, Old Liu pointed at Lin Yuanxiang, "Xiao Lin and the others are treating today, don't give me trouble."

Lin Yuanxiang's face darkened, "Old leader, you're not being fair."

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Chen Fan shrank his neck and sat down, pouring wine for the big shots, and the meal was tasteless.

However, he did eavesdrop on a lot of gossip, and after a while, he forgot his nervousness.

Before long, the table was already a mess of empty plates and cups.

Grandpa put down his chopsticks, took out two food stamps and put them on the table, but turned to Chen Fan and said, "On the way here, I heard a little about your affairs. The 'First Aid Manual' is a great contribution, saving many people, very good. It's also very commendable that you can contribute in rural areas.

However, you still need to broaden your horizons a bit. You have great abilities, so don't lock yourself in a production team. You should have a bigger stage.

Some people suspect that you can't let go because of your parents. That era has passed, it's a new chapter, so don't have any psychological burden, and feel free to use your abilities.

For example, the two types of cars designed for the machine factory are very good. The comrades of the First Ministry of Machinery Industry have evaluated your design drawings and built prototypes. They are more advanced than our current similar products. That van also fills the gap in small transport vehicles. This is not easy, and it can be regarded as fulfilling your father's wish to build cars.

Also, regarding the affairs of your elders and relatives, someone has investigated. You really don't have any relatives in China anymore, but your mother has an older brother in the United States. I have already asked people to inquire about his detailed information.

Of course, whether you want to contact him or not is up to you. No one will interfere. But if he comes to find you, we can't stop him."

Chen Fan sat respectfully and nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The old man smiled and turned to look at Zhang Xuansong, "When you were still in the army, you were wholeheartedly saving money to rebuild the Taoist temple. At that time, we all knew there was a Taoist soldier named Zhang Xuansong. Over the years, except for subsidizing the families of fallen comrades, you saved all the other money and only used it once to buy a house when you got married.

Well, this time you spent it all at once.

If you want to build a Taoist temple, go ahead and build it openly. We are also discussing religious issues now, and there will be results soon.

But you are ultimately a member of the organization. You can handle the construction of the temple yourself, but it's not good to directly come forward after the temple opens. Then you can hand it over to Xiao Chen. At that time, you can also give your master and senior brothers an explanation."

Zhang Xuansong stood up with a whoosh, raised his hand in a salute, "Yes, understood."

With this statement from the old political commissar, he could be considered "unburdened."

Lin Yuanxiang and Li Shangde also smiled, sincerely happy for their old friend.

After the old man finished speaking, he left in a hurry, without even saying goodbye to Old Liu.

Old Liu didn't care about him. After eating the last piece of boiled fish, he put down his chopsticks and waved his hand, "Go to Xiao Xu for the money for the dishes, leave the food stamps, and get lost."

Then he grinned at Chen Fan, "Little guy, you don't need to, I'll pay for the food stamps, just consider it payment for your hard work in the kitchen."

Chen Fan turned to look at his three masters, and seeing them all nodding silently, he smiled, "Then thank you, Grandpa Liu."

He didn't have to clear the table, there were naturally orderlies to handle it. Chen Fan followed his three masters directly.

When passing through the doorway, he collected all the things.

The young comrade was very unhappy to see him checking everything one by one, and looked up at the sky, but was kicked by Instructor Lin, so he quickly straightened his attitude and dared not speak.

After coming out of the courtyard and walking a distance, Chen Fan let out a long breath.

Lin Yuanxiang looked at him amusedly, "You have times when you're nervous?

Chen Fan said unhappily, "What are you saying? Why can't I be nervous?"

After a pause, he asked curiously, "Does only Old Liu live here by himself?

Zhang Xuansong, supporting himself on his crutches, shook his head, "The old lady is also with him, but the old lady is out today. Besides the two of them, there are only the guard and the orderly."

He turned to look at Chen Fan, "Once the Liu family's children reach adulthood and start working, they will be driven out to live by the old chief, and they are not allowed to go home unless there are special circumstances."

Chen Fan nodded in understanding, without saying anything more.

He silently wondered what the old man meant.

The car design drawings he drew actually ended up in the hands of the First Ministry of Machinery Industry?

What about Yunhu Machinery Factory?

… …

In the next two days, Chen Fan calmly attended the Writers Association meeting, listening to them discussing the details one by one.

The general direction had already been determined, but the specific work flow and the authority of the various levels of branches had to be reviewed one by one.

Chen Fan sat in the corner, listening and wanting to sleep.

Young people should be aware of their place as juniors. He Qingsheng said that the reason he asked Chen Fan to come was to represent young writers in offering opinions and suggestions. Now, the opinion has been given, and the suggestion of establishing an award has been adopted by the Writers Association. He really couldn't be involved in anything beyond that.

Nor did he want to mention it.

However, there was another matter that brought him more attention.

That was the publication of Jiang Tiantian's debut short poem, "A Generation," in Wenhui Daily. Yes, Chen Fan came up with the name, and she directly used it.

On the same page as the poem, there was also an explanation of Jiang Tiantian's creative process, as well as comments from Ba Lao and several well-known writers.

Both the author and the seniors praised Chen Fan profusely, implying that without Chen Fan, there would be no poem.

The only difference was that Jiang Tiantian only praised him, while Ba Lao and the others also affirmed Jiang Tiantian's creative inspiration, calling her a very talented newcomer.

With the circulation of Wenhui Daily, Jiang Tiantian rose to fame almost overnight, becoming the most famous poet of the new generation.

And Chen Fan also leaped from a young writer to a "literary前辈senior" who was happy to support newcomers. Although this senior was only relative to the newcomers, it greatly elevated his status in the literary world.

Unfortunately, in the conference room of the Writers Association, he could still only sit in the corner, and his ranking had not changed at all.

…

March 17th, 5 PM.

The door of the Writers Association's office opened, and a cloud of smoke billowed out, accompanied by the swirling smoke, a group of people filed out, walking with cigarettes in hand, looking like immortals.

Chen Fan was the last to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the door, a gust of coolness hit him, instantly sobering him up a bit.

He Qingsheng and Xu Qizhen were waiting for him a few steps ahead. When he approached, He Qingsheng said, "We still have to stay here for a few more days to discuss the detailed rules for the first Lu Xun Literary Prize. When are you leaving?"

The name of the first authoritative literary award had been decided: "Lu Xun Literary Prize," and no one had any objections.

Many of them had come from the former "Lu Yi," so naming it after Lu Xun was not only an affirmation of his achievements, but also a meaning of inheriting and continuing the past.

Chen Fan yawned, "I won't participate in this matter. If there's nothing else, I'll go back tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone ran over from not far away, waving his hand and shouting, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan."

Chen Fan turned his head and his eyes widened instantly, "Uncle Yang, Director Shi, Master Ding?"

The person who came was actually Yang Kangnian, the director, secretary, and factory manager of Yunhu Machinery Factory, Shi Tiezhu, the former director of the Precision Workshop, and Master Ding Guangsheng, the head of the auto repair class.

When he thought of the Ministry of Machinery Industry that the old man had mentioned the day before, he immediately had a guess in his mind.

The members of the Writers Association, who had not gone far, all turned around to look. Seeing that they were looking for Chen Fan, they didn't say much, but just smiled kindly and left.

Seeing that someone was looking for him, He Qingsheng didn't say anything more. After saying goodbye to Chen Fan, he returned to the guest house with Xu Qizhen.

When Factory Manager Yang and the others approached, Chen Fan asked, "Uncle Yang, why are you here?"

Factory Manager Yang laughed and said, "Coming to Beijing must be for something. Let me tell you, we have already produced prototypes of the two cars you designed. During the reporting process, they were also valued by the Provincial Department of Industry and the Ministry of Machinery Industry, who copied the drawings for testing and produced qualified prototypes."

"This time, coming to Beijing is at the invitation of the Ministry of Machinery Industry to participate in the product production meeting for the two cars."

Chen Fan blinked, his mind turned, and he quickly realized, "You mean, these two cars have been requisitioned?"

"It's not called requisition."

Factory Manager Yang explained with a smile, "The factories across the country are like a chessboard, especially in the automobile industry, which has long been uniformly coordinated and planned."

"For example, the Dongfeng truck of the Second Automobile Works was built with the assistance of the First Automobile Works. Also, the 130 light truck of Beiqi is also a case of publicly releasing the drawings to various automobile manufacturers across the country. With a letter of introduction from the Ministry of Machinery Industry, you can get a set."

"This time, the light passenger and cargo van and the high-end sedan you designed received widespread attention from the higher authorities after being reported in the name of Yunhu Machinery Factory, which led to this arrangement."

Chen Fan nodded in understanding, "So that's how it is."

He had been mixing in the literary world during this period and had no contact with the mechanical industry at all. He was not in Yunhu locally, so Factory Manager Yang and the others naturally had no way of informing him, which is why he was unaware.

After a pause of two seconds, Factory Manager Yang looked at him and said, "We arrived in Beijing the day before yesterday. We have been holding meetings at the Ministry of Machinery Industry for the past two days. Because you are the designer of the two models, the Ministry of Machinery Industry hopes that you can participate in the product discussion and prototype evaluation."

"I asked Factory Manager Jiang of the Cotton Textile Factory and Zhang, the company commander of Lujiawan, for information about you. Knowing that you are now in Beijing, we came to block you after the meeting this afternoon."

Chen Fan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do I have to participate?"

Ding Guangsheng next to him said, "I can handle general problems. We have also trial-produced several prototypes ourselves. I have no problem with the process, but the engineers of the Ministry of Machinery Industry always like to ask some questions about the principles and production lines, which I don't know anything about."

Factory Manager Yang continued, "Actually, they have figured out most of the problems. The main question is about the engine. The leaders of the ministry mean that it is best to absorb and digest the technology of these two engines and make them a part of the automobile industry, so as to promote our automobile industry to move forward."

Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly. He found those two engines from his memories of surfing the Internet before time-traveling. They were all technologies from the 1990s, which were much higher than the current ones, but not out of reach. They were quite in line with the current industrial technology level.

Perhaps it was because of this that they were favored by the Ministry of Machinery Industry.

But the problem is that he doesn't want to be an engineer.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at Factory Manager Yang and asked, "Those principles are already reflected in the design drawings. My ability is only up to this point. A lot of the things above were actually copied from my father's notebook. So, can I not go?"

The smile on Factory Manager Yang's face gradually faded. He said sternly, "I understand your concerns, mainly worried that the Ministry of Machinery Industry will force you to stay."

"I can guarantee this. Before coming to you, I have made it very clear to them that you are a member of the Lujiawan Production Team, and also a well-known writer. Occasionally, you will be seconded by the health system. You have never thought of taking root in the mechanical industry. They must not transfer people. The leader has guaranteed this to me."

Seeing that Chen Fan was still hesitant, he continued, "This time, it won't take you too long, about a week in total, but you have to go to the First Automobile Works. The equipment there is the best. You only need to accompany them to trial-produce a prototype. In addition, this period is counted as a business trip. The ministry, the First Automobile Works, and our Machinery Factory will all give appropriate welfare compensation."

Chen Fan wiped his face. Seeing that he had said everything to this point, he could only squeeze out a bit of a smile, "Then, okay."