A bunch of people were praising enthusiastically.
"Big sister, that's absolutely right."
"After the New Year, my child will also go hang out with Zhou Kai and the others, can't let him idle around at ho all day."
Many people around planned to go talk to Zhou Kai after the New Year; anyway, they were all from the sa factory, and it was only right to give so face and get their kids a job at his company.
Nuo Xiaoxi followed a few female classmates from the factory to watch the commotion.
When Nuo Xiaoxi saw Lin Chuan appear, she was so shocked that she quickly took out her phone to take pictures.
"Wow, Xiao Xi, you got an iPhone?" An observant girl comnted from the side.
"Yeah." Nuo Xiaoxi nodded and said, "My brother gave it to ."
"Really?" The girl leaned in, took a look, and said in surprise, "It's the latest model, over six thousand yuan. What does your brother do?"
"That..." Nuo Xiaoxi pointed to Lin Chuan in the Beijing Jeep.
"Wow..." Several girls scread: "Xiao Xi, your brother is so handso? How co I never realized you had such a handso brother?"
The appearance of the factory manager nearly brought the atmosphere to a climax.
Song Xiaojia's face was filled with a smile, and she said, "This guy, he really knows how to make a fuss. He's made quite the scene, eh?"
But what was even more surprising ca later. Director Liang waved his hand and said, "Comrades, do you rember the militia company that fought on the front lines? Today, the old comrades of the militia company are over sixty years old, but they still insist on taking the stage, adhering to the revolutionary path of their lifeti, persisting in the communist cause they've fought for all their lives..."
At this mont, everyone stood up and turned their eyes to the right in anticipation, waiting for the militia company to appear riding high-headed horses.
"What are these old n up to?" Zhou Kai asked confusedly: "They're still being so secretive towards us, I've no idea what they're going to do!"
"I know what's going on; they're the old militia company who used to train on horseback. Back then, they were so cool when they rode past. Now there are no horses, how will they make their entrance? Are they going to just walk in?" An old comrade joked with a laugh.
In the past, Uncle Liu was the commander of the militia company, leading dozens of soldiers in training, and those dozens of horses were their trump card for impressing girls; patrolling on horseback was so majestic. How many girls were smitten by them. But now things were different, there was no militia company, nor horses anymore.
"Here they co, they've arrived." At this mont, Lu Dapao shouted loudly.
Everyone turned their heads synchronously to look. More than twenty old n neatly rode their Phoenix bicycles onto the stage.
"Hahaha..." The crowd burst into laughter.
"No horses, they've actually co riding bicycles?" Zhou Kai was dumbfounded.
Old Mr. Liu shouted with great montum: "Militia company commander Liu Lianggen, leading the militia company to report."
The factory manager teased: "Comrades, the spirits are high. Swapping the horse for a Phoenix bike, now that's a great idea."
"Back in the day, old man rode a horse, now old man rides a Phoenix." Old Mr. Liu grinned and said with a laugh, "Haha... all the sa, serving the people!"
"Serve the people!" More than twenty old revolutionaries from the militia company roared, exuding the vigor of their past.
Whirls of applause...
The whole venue stood up, clapping fervently.
The old factory manager's eyes moistened instantly, not only was it the old factory manager, even Director Liang and the others were teary-eyed. Seeing this group of familiar faces, this throng of old comrades, everyone felt a bit of heartache. Standing on the podium, the old factory manager sighed and said, "Us old folks, one foot in the grave, now to see the workers' conference of Changlin Factory convening, I can also rest in peace when I die."
Following the militia company, the performance by the cultural troupe began.
The audience shouted happily, one after another; they were all reminiscent of the flavors of the past, all the familiar scenes, such as "The White-Haired Girl," "The Joy of Heaven, the Fighting Landlords..." These programs were full of mories. Especially the old factory manager's Jeep, which back in the day carried the dreams of so many. In the eighties, you couldn't find many cars in Jiangbei City, and no other factories had one. Only Changlin Factory was equipped with a Beijing Jeep by the higher-ups. What an honor it was, how many people ca to the factory to look around, to see this car.
The tis have changed, nowadays, with the progress of reform and opening up, the economic level has improved, and the streets are filled with an endless stream of cars. Who still cares about such an old relic? But this old relic carries too many people's mories, imprinted deep in everyone's heart.
One performance after another passed, and instead of decreasing, the number of people at the venue increased. Many ca to the field to watch the spectacle.
Halfway through the program, Zhou Kai, the fatty, clad in a crisp suit, was holding the microphone, feeling a bit nervous.
"Helloooo, everyone!" Seeing over two thousand people in the audience, Zhou Kai grew even more nervous.
"Why, why is Zhou Kai st-st-stuttering like ?" Huang Bo frowned.
"Haha..." Lu Dapao burst into laughter.
Haha...
The scene was also filled with a round of hearty laughter. Zhou Kai clenched his teeth and said, "Enough with the nonsense, according to Brother Chuan's decision, our company will provide New Year subsidies to a group of impoverished families in the Changlin Community. Those called, please co on stage to receive the award. Zhang Xiaogen, Liu Jinbao..."
Everyone suddenly beca quiet below the stage; this was a matter involving money.
Twenty families went on stage in total.
Zhou Kai said, "Although we haven't earned much this year, we can't forget our roots. Changlin Factory is my ho, and it's also everyone's ho. The standard for poverty assistance is set by us, not according to the neighborhood committee."
Aunt Zhou beca anxious, what's this kid ssing about? Why would they decide the standard for poverty assistance?
"Zhou Kai, you always ss around, and yet you dare to do so even today." Aunt Zhou quickly stood up and said, "Our neighborhood committee has a list of impoverished households; you should distribute according to our committee's list."
"Heh heh, that's Liu Jianguo's poverty line, it's got nothing to do with us." Zhou Kai grinned and said, "Everyone's eyes are clear, of the twenty families on stage, who is poorer than they are? Stand up if you are."
The crowd was utterly silent. Aunt Zhou clenched her teeth and sat down, no longer making a sound. She knew that there were indeed issues with the list of impoverished families provided by Liu Jianguo; there were so connections involved. For example, two of the supposed impoverished families drive to work every day. She didn't really know what to say. However, Zhou Kai's open announcent of their own poverty standard was obviously challenging the neighborhood committee's work, wasn't it?
"Since no one is standing up, then let's say no more." Zhou Kai smiled and said, "According to the standard, each household will receive a subsidy of five thousand. We're giving out cash now."
Lu Dapao quickly grabbed a bamboo basket filled with stacks of cash, covered with a red cloth on top.
Each household got a subsidy of five thousand. These twenty people were tearfully grateful, not knowing what to say, constantly thanking.
The distribution of the subsidy money was completed. Zhou Kai left the scene.
Song Xiaojia watched the scene with interest. Life is like that; having grown up in the Provincial Committee Compound, she hadn't seen such events, but she'd heard of them. Song Xiaojia's eyes were scanning back and forth across Lin Chuan's figure. Today, for so reason, she had suddenly rembered the employee eting ntioned by Lin Chuan and hurried over. In truth, Song Xiaojia was clear-minded; she knew better than anyone why she had co.
Just when the cultural troupe's veteran comrades were about to go back on stage to perform again.
Boom...
Suddenly, a loud noise ca. "Soone's coming!" soone shouted.
Over two thousand people on the field scattered in a flash. Thankfully, as it was an open space, there were no incidents of crowding or stampeding in the chaos.
"What's going on?" Lin Chuan beca anxious, as this could lead to big trouble if soone died.
"It's bad, the demolition team is here." Soone in the crowd suddenly shouted out loud.
Everyone looked up and indeed saw two bulldozers with their digger shovels replaced by a massive drill bit, arriving with roaring engines. Behind them, five or six demolition workers marched in, wearing blue work uniforms and safety helts.
"Oh no, it's the demolition team." Zhou Kai beca nervous.
"Yo, they really ca." Lu Dapao beca angry.
At this mont, the old factory director also panicked: "This... this... what should we do now?"
"Huang Bo, you lead these old comrades out of here first." Lin Chuan clenched his teeth and jumped down from the stage, shouting, "Zhou Kai, lead your guys and co with . Let's see what's happening and reason with them!"
"Yes!" Zhou Kai blew a loud whistle.
Whoosh...
More than twenty of his n quickly surrounded him. Zhou Kai roared, "Brothers, let's stand together; don't let them co in."
"Roar, roar, roar..." A group of n quickly circled around.
Lin Chuan and the others blocked the bulldozers and excavators.
"Don't ss around, don't ss around." At this mont, Song Xiaojia quickly rushed over, saying, "Lin Chuan, stay calm."
"I'm very calm. I really want to see what they intend to do today." Lin Chuan suddenly hugged Song Xiaojia, tied her up with a rope, and then stuffed her into a jeep.
"Lin Chuan, you can't do this!" Song Xiaojia quickly shouted.
"You just need to watch with your eyes." After saying that, Lin Chuan closed the car door firmly.
From within the demolition team, a man stepped forward. He was about 1.7 ters tall, with a face full of flesh, wearing a safety helt on his head and holding a cigarette in his hand, impatiently saying, "How can you not cooperate with our work?"
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