Rebirth of the Flying Era

When Director Zhang heard this, he immediately laughed and scolded: "You bastard, you didn't do the work, so I took the credit first."

Du Fei smiled and pushed the bicycle.

Although the big bag was quite heavy to Director Zhang, in Du Fei's hands it was nothing.

Du Fei was chatting with Director Zhang while pushing the car forward.

It turned out that Director Zhang went to visit an old sister in the morning and took the bus there by himself without calling the minivan driver.

Who would have thought that when we got back, the bus was broken down halfway!

She didn't know when the next trip would arrive, and it looked like it wasn't too far from home, so she just wanted to walk back.

Chatting with Director Zhang last time, Du Fei learned that this man also followed the Long March team from Sichuan to northern Shaanxi.

I guess I still refused to admit defeat, but I didn't expect that as time passed, I just walked two stops and I couldn't walk anymore.

Director Zhang still refused to admit it and kept emphasizing it, because the baggage always hit her thighs.

Du Fei didn't hold back, he was laughing beside him, and Director Zhang glared angrily.

Du Fei didn't care either.

When dealing with such an old lady, the most taboo thing is to be cautious and responsive.

Not only will this bring no benefits, it will also be counterproductive.

On the contrary, it is better to show your true temperament and treat others more appropriately.

Of course, it doesn't mean that you can gain the other person's favor by showing your true temperament.

But at least this way, I can feel more relaxed and don't have to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Anyway, Director Zhang seems to be quite happy with this.

Seeing Du Fei relaxing in front of her and speaking without caution, he couldn't help but think of her children.

Since our children have grown up and each has a job, we have been spending less time together and more separation.

Even during the Chinese New Year, I would only come back to order Mao on New Year’s Eve.

Thinking of this, Director Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

Du Fei was a little confused and thought to himself: "Why are you sighing when you are fine?"

Because he didn't understand what was going on, he didn't interrupt rashly.

Director Zhang was allowed to remain depressed.

The two of them were chatting lively at first, but soon fell silent.

Du Fei could only sigh: A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea, the ancients have never deceived me!

Fortunately, it didn't take long before we arrived at the door of the government compound where Director Zhang lived.

Once here, anyone can help carry things back, and Du Fei is no longer needed.

Director Zhang originally wanted to ask Du Fei to come in and sit down, but Du Fei politely declined, waved his hand, and turned around to leave.

This somewhat surprised Director Zhang.

There are many people who usually try their best to get into their house.

She didn't expect Du Fei to leave immediately, which made her a little surprised.

But then I thought about it, since Minister Chu can get so much good cigarettes and wine from her house, there shouldn't be any need to curry favor with her.

Director Zhang looked at Du Fei's back pushing the cart, smiled, turned around and walked into the courtyard.

This time, there were no surprises.

Du Fei walked forward a little and saw a not-so-wide fork in the road.

Following the fork in the road, I found a deserted alley, and finally got the chance to put my things away.

Du Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got on his bicycle, and started to drive back.

It was not yet two o'clock.

As for Section Chief Qian, there is no need to go back to his wife's natal home.

It was still early, so I just took the time to go and walk around Wang Xiang.

This old gentleman is very knowledgeable and the best at playing games. He can cook scaffolding dogs, crickets and pigeons... he should be very interesting to get along with.

Du Fei had planned a year ago to go to Wang Xiang's house to pay New Year's greetings.

In advance, ask Xiao Wang from the work unit for Mr. Wang’s home address.

I live in Fangjiayuan in Dongcheng.

Du Fei rode along Fuxing Road, now Fuxingmen, to Chang'an Street, and then through Tiananmen, almost crossing the capital!

Until you get to Jianguomen, turn north.

Follow Chaoyangmen Street until you reach Fangjiayuan Hutong.

This is Du Fei, another person. Riding so far in one breath in the middle of winter must have caused him to be covered in sweat, with steam rising from his head.

But Du Fei also came back here.

Although I know the specific address, when I enter the alley, some have house numbers and some don't, which is a bit troublesome.

Du Fei had no choice but to start the "Uncle, please excuse me, let me ask..." mode.

Fortunately, the small courtyard where Mr. Wang lives is not difficult to find. After asking two uncles and an eldest sister, we finally reached the boundary.

The courtyard is not small in size, with four entrances in total, but it is a bit messy inside.

Du Fei pushed the car and walked in. As soon as he entered the gate, he was stopped by someone.

A man with a sinister face came out of the side room, looked at Du Fei with rolled eyelids, and said with a big mouth, "Who are you?"

Du Fei took a look and realized that this guy was not a serious person.

Tattoos were not popular at this time, otherwise it would definitely be the kind of people who would draw dragons and phoenixes on their bodies.

However, Du Fei didn't care about this obstacle and said with a smile: "Man, I'll find Mr. Wang Xiangwang and wish him a happy new year."

Mr. Wang seems to have some authority.

When the man heard that he was looking for Mr. Wang, his expression suddenly changed, he scratched his head, and said with a smile: "You are looking for Mr. Wang! I was so sorry just now! The streets have not been peaceful these two days. I looked at you and said something strange. Chong, I’m offended.”

Du Fei smiled and said it was okay, but noticed that the man's left hand, which was hidden in the sleeve of his cotton-padded jacket, moved.

If I guessed correctly, he must have held something like a dagger in his hand just now.

Du Fei remained calm on the surface, but also secretly became wary.

As he pushed the car inside, he asked, "Which house does Mr. Wang live in?"

Du Fei deliberately exposed his back to the other party to see what he was going to do.

The man stood still and replied: "The east wing of the middle courtyard."

Du Fei waved his hand and said: "Thank you~"

The man said: "I'm sorry, but Mr. Wang seemed to have gone out just now. Please go in and have a look."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the room, showing no more hostility towards Du Fei.

The other party didn't move, and Du Fei didn't make any extra trouble.

In fact, the man's reaction just now was not too extreme.

At this time, the security situation in the capital was not good.

In the courtyard where Du Fei lives, most of the people are employees of the steel rolling mill, the staff is relatively fixed, and there are very few outsiders, so the security is relatively good.

In comparison, there are no large factories like the steel rolling mill in Fangjiayuan Hutong, so the people living there are much more complicated.

There are both literati and elegant people like Mr. Wang, and there are also those who are brave and aggressive like just now. It is not surprising to meet anyone.

Moreover, there must be such people in the courtyard.

Not just here, there are them in every large courtyard, just like silly pillars.

If there are any conflicts in the courtyard, the elders will help to mediate them. If outsiders bully them, someone will have to take the lead.

Du Fei passed through the second door.

The courtyard is generally well preserved, with only half of the hanging flower door remaining, leaving the outer half of the door gone.

The tiles on the roof of the surrounding corridors are also missing a lot. They must have been removed and filled in on their own roofs.