Chapter 29: Sleeping with the Boss

After returning to the courtyard, Wang Yuanchao had to explain to his family that the guitar was lent to him by Teacher Cao. He also said that the teacher praised him for his talent, but unfortunately the guitar had to be returned to the school when school started.

Unfortunately, his parents didn't take the initiative and suggested buying one, so he had to look for another opportunity.

We had a big meal on Monday, so today's dinner was much simpler. There was plenty of steamed corn bread, stir-fried vegetables with oil residue, salted fish and pickles. But it was better than the usual day when there was no meat. And my father didn't drink tonight.

Because after dinner, he took his second brother out.

Unfortunately, Wang Yuanchao hadn’t even finished practicing his guitar when they came back with wine.

They all looked bad.

Alas, knowing that the operation was not going well, Wang Yuanchao quickly put away his guitar.

The second brother said nothing, took the towel and basin and went out to take a shower.

Mother poured a glass of water for father.

My father gulped down half of the drink, seemed to want to say something but stopped himself, and finally just sighed.

There is a science to moving around. It is not enough to just carry wine and money.

My father is just a technician in the unit, not an administrative cadre.

The eldest brother Wang Sheng also put away his book. He said he wanted to try listening to the music while reading, but it obviously didn't work.

Wang Yuanchao knew that it was his own negligence and decided to go to his teacher's house to play next time.

"Dad, how about looking for a middleman?"

Wang Quan glanced at his eldest son and said with a wry smile:

"Do you really think your father doesn't even know this bit of social etiquette?

What we are looking for is a middleman. Heping was able to work as a temporary worker there because of the introduction.”

Wang Yuanchao was also stunned. Just now he was secretly complaining that his father might not know the art of gift giving...

Miao Cui was anxious and said:

"So what can we do?"

Wang Quan said helplessly:
"What can we do? It's up to the second brother! He wants to borrow money, and we agreed to lend him the money.

I also bought two more bottles of good wine and asked my connections for help, but they couldn't help and refused to accept the money. What could I do? "

Miao Cui said:
"Hehe, he doesn't know what to do! If he knew what to do, wouldn't he have done it long ago?"

Wang Quan said patiently:
“I mean, there’s no drama on my end.

On his side, on the farm, he should observe more, inquire more, and find out which leader has the final say. Then he can ask someone for help or find other ways to get in touch with the leader and then take action.

There is no rush for this.”

Miao Cui felt relieved and said:

"That's good, that's good. Wang Sheng, have a good talk with Heping tonight."

Wang Sheng nodded reluctantly.

Wang Yuanchao couldn't help but be a teacher, and he also had something to say to his second brother, so he said:
"Brother, you should sleep with me tonight!"

Miao Cui was about to say something when Wang Quan grabbed her hand and said:

"Let them talk in private."

The eldest brother Wang Sheng looked at the third brother with gratitude, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He really didn't know how to comfort the second brother.

Wang Quan thought of the miraculous performance of the third brother, who found a job and a teacher by himself. Regardless of the result, the eldest brother lacked this kind of growth. Moreover, the relationship between the second and third brothers has always been closer, so maybe the second brother will let it go if the two brothers quarrel.

……

Lying on the bed, Wang Heping rarely spoke.

Wang Yuanchao asked:

"Second brother, have you ever dealt with a hunting dog?"

Wang Heping didn't want to talk, but since his brother asked him this, he had to correct him:
"What kind of hound or wild dog? That guy used to follow me."

hiss--

"Second brother, the hound is the stubborn leader of Dongsi."

Wang Heping sneered, and his voice suddenly became high, saying:

"Beixinqiao Copper Coin, Dongsi Hound, they used to be my little brothers!" Then he fell down again, with a dull look on his face:

"Hey, don't hang out with them, you'll never achieve anything.

It's a game played by little kids.

Let alone the police, even if our father came, we would be torn apart like birds and beasts. "

What my second brother said is really true. It may sound rough, but the truth is there.

My second brother was sent to work as a temporary worker on a farm, and the land was torn apart.

But they are all young people. If they are older, everyone knows that they need to find a job. But these days, it is difficult for adults to find a job, let alone these young boys.

But the second brother's words ignited the little flame in Wang Yuanchao's heart.

Although he has always believed in living a law-abiding life for ten years, it is difficult for him to be content and do nothing. He always wants to do something, even if it is just training some people or forming a team.

he asked:
"So, are you guys doing pigeon business?"

Wang Heping couldn't help but turned over and said:

"Behind the Pigeon City, that's not something that the gangster can handle. The gangster is just a high-level errand boy, who may be thrown out to defend at any time. At most, I, your brother, can go there to do some transactions, but I won't get involved.

Once you are infected, your life can only be borrowed for a few days.

I say, Wang Yuanchao, you are really capable, huh? "

"So how much money did you make?"

Wang Heping wanted to laugh, but he held it back and said:
"I'm talking about your ability, you're still breathing? I don't want to be beaten half-paralyzed by my dad. Don't touch me, just do your art troupe well, don't you see I won't touch you either?

It's just a toy for kids, how can you make money from it?

I played for three or four years, and when I finally went to work, I only saved 82 yuan!

Brothers, do you need to spend money on eating, drinking, and smoking? Do you need to spend money on taking pictures of your wife?
You are so small that you can’t do it!”

Wang Yuanchao pretended to be angry and said:

"You are so rich, yet you still take advantage of me every day!"

Wang Heping said embarrassedly:

"I just want to have some food in my hands so I don't have to worry. But with that little money, it's not even enough to get a permanent job and use my connections..."

Sure enough, I slept with the boss! Wang Yuanchao felt that many things made sense now.

"So you didn't have any followers on the farm?"

Wang Heping said:

"Didn't I tell you that there are two old farmers helping me with the work?"

Wang Yuanchao was almost hurt by these words. Aren’t these two “little brothers” a little too “old”?
As if he had heard the doubts of his third brother, Wang Heping said:

"At work, you must behave yourself. If you recruit others, be careful not to get shot. Our farm has a militia group, and they have to train and march every now and then. In that situation, any troublemaker is a loser.

What do the gangsters have? Wooden sticks, bricks, and at most kitchen knives!

What does a militia company have? The Type 56 is the basics, grenades and mortars, not to mention a squad, give me a gun, and I, your brother, can sweep away all the stubborn people in the city by myself! "

When the second brother talked about the militia training, his saliva was flying all over the place. Wang Yuanchao had to remind him several times to speak in a low voice. Everyone fell asleep.

"Second brother, since you have performed well in militia training, have you ever thought about following the path of your regiment leader?"

“The regiment leader was still a cadre of Louzizhuang Commune.

The farm is so big, but how many employees are there? It is impossible that only farm employees work there, many of them are villagers from the brigades below.

So the team leader can’t help with this matter, and he himself wants to squeeze people into the farm.”

The second brother said the last sentence with some hesitation, Wang Yuanchao said:

"Is it really impossible to help?"

The second brother turned over again and boasted painfully:
"The leader asked me to marry a girl from his commune, otherwise I would not be able to explain to the other people in the commune."

Wang Yuanchao didn't want to talk. Why did he feel that his second brother was the protagonist? He had filmed so many women, and when he arrived at the unit, the office director and the militia leader all wanted to introduce him to a partner...

He was already feeling a little sour and didn't want to help his second brother with any advice. Damn it!

(End of this chapter)