Chapter 312 What kind of brain circuit is this?

Chapter 312 What kind of brain circuit is this?

"Don't worry, they won't say anything," Alexei said nonchalantly, "You know what marriage is? They don't care about the children at all. They only care about the marriage, their power and status."

"Besides, Tina and I will raise our children together at home, right?"

"Oh," Wang Deming did not reply immediately: "Alexei, let me think about it again."

"De, don't rush to refuse!" Unexpectedly, Alexei was even more anxious than him and persuaded him: "I can't guarantee that Diana and I will have other children in the future? But I will definitely treat this child the same as my own child!"

"De I need this child, Diana needs it too, she needs to pour her love into your child."

".Alexei, look, I need to talk to Diana first."

"Oh okay, thank you, brother!" Alexei breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him, and half-lying on the sofa again.

Wang Deming walked out of Yongkang Hutong and looked back. How could he seek justice?

Western culture is indeed profound. Although he cannot understand it, he agrees with it wholeheartedly. If I shave my head and put on a monk's robe, I will look like a man who helps deliver babies!

I'm good at this job!

But the most important thing now is to obtain approval from above and buy in the grain.

The next day he rushed to the People's City Government early, handed a report he had written overnight to the secretariat, and then waited for a reply from above.

Both reports fell into oblivion without any response. Time passed slowly and soon it was June 59, 6.

June 6 is Children's Day. The front page headline of the Masses Daily reads: "Tirelessly Cultivating Successors to the Cause of Communism." The subtitle reads: "Read more good books, love labor, and make progress every day."

On the first page, more than 40 million young people wear red scarves; Tibetan children step into a new world of freedom and joy. The work of cultivating and educating the new generation has been taken to a higher level.

After turning two more pages, Wang Deming saw the news he wanted to see: Southern Hunan launched summer sideline production - which increased the funds of the production teams, improved the lives of the members, and invigorated the urban and rural economies.

Jingxi County has thriving poultry and livestock, and abundant fruits and vegetables; Yushan has an average of three pigs per household - breaking through the pig feed barrier.

Raise more chickens, ducks and geese, only with chickens can we have eggs - Jincheng Egg Factory assists nearby communes in developing the poultry industry.

The community-run forest farm turns the desert into a paradise - Minqin County in Gansu Province has shifted from defending the desert to attacking it, using agriculture to support forestry, using forestry to support agriculture, and making progress in agriculture, forestry, and animal husbandry.

Guangxi has started harvesting rosin - A story about the skillful harvester of rosin, Wang Yongjin.
Fortunately, there is no news that is particularly shocking. It seems that the higher-ups have noticed the situation and are starting to reverse it. I don’t know if it has anything to do with me?
However, seeing this news suddenly made him think of something. In his previous life, he read the fan fiction and TV shows about the Northwest Hammer King. Why was it that in the end, each household was only allowed to raise two? It was really interesting.

As long as there is change, it’s good. If the reports are the same as last year, will they still be news?
He flipped through a few pages and came to the international page, where a big headline instantly caught his eye: Children from two worlds, two different destinies.

Pictures speak louder than words: The colorful life of Soviet children - a picture showing them visiting a military exhibition hall with a narrator; the extreme suffering of the children of the American working class - a picture showing a little boy and a little girl standing in front of a display window, staring blankly at the colorful goods and candies inside;
The little plan of a Vietnamese teenager - pictured working with a hoe in the fields; hundreds of thousands of children in South Korea are wandering
Wang Deming repeatedly looked at the news photo of the colorful life of Soviet children, and unconsciously fell into deep thought. Diana left, leaving with the big-nosed Soviet atomic energy expert.

The atomic energy expert destroyed all the atomic energy information he brought with him, returned home in a leisurely manner, and left behind a message: The Chinese are so poor that three people can only wear one pair of pants. They will not be able to develop an atomic bomb in another 20 years.

Diana had her heart set on keeping everything she could, leaving behind all the furniture and books in the east wing of Qinlao Hutong, and happily boarded the plane back home with Wang Deming's child.
The day she left, Wang Deming did not go to see her off.

After she left, it would probably take at least 20 years for us to meet again, in the mid-to-late 80s, right? Sino-Soviet relations gradually eased from serious confrontation, and the border smuggling trade, which both countries turned a blind eye to, gradually gave rise to a large number of Soviet and Eastern European traders.

20 years? The baby in her belly can give Wang Deming another grandchild! Women with big noses are not fresh and can't keep fresh. It's better to miss them than to meet them!

However, Alexei still wandered around the capital, spending his days drinking and partying in the clubs in Yongkang Hutong.

In his words, that means fully enjoying the happy time a man has before he gets married!

Of course, he did not delay the serious business, and had already informed India through someone. India was very happy about the grain trade brokered by the Soviet Union, but required full payment before the grain was shipped.
So after Diana returns home, she will contact her family to continue talking to her third brother in India.

Wang Deming’s bottom line was very clear: the grain must be fully settled after it arrives at the shore, with a maximum deposit of 10%, 10% after onboard inspection, 20% after the ship leaves the port, 30% after passing Malacca, and the final 30% after it finally arrives at the shore.

If we give all the money to India at once, it’s hard to say whether we can even get any food.

But Wang Deming is not worried that India will not accept this condition. If we talk about which country in the world can best control India, it must be the Soviet Union in the front and Russia in the back. Have you seen an abandoned aircraft carrier, and Russia sold cabbage at the price of gold?
Another month passed, and India agreed to the payment terms, but there was still no news from above.

All we can say is that his current behavior is inconsistent with the general direction.

Because of the news he saw in the newspaper, the transportation, railways, and grain departments jointly issued a document to coordinate the transportation of grain by domestic railways and road traffic, and made every effort to ensure the completion of the increase and export tasks.

As a result, one day in July, when he had just returned to the small factory after get off work, he saw several guests holding large bowls and wolfing down food in the kitchen of the back house. They were all acquaintances he had not seen for a long time: Uncle Yan from Changping Wayao Village, the militia captain, and the production team leader.

In the middle of the kitchen dining table stood a full pot of hand-rolled noodles, next to which was a bowl of fragrant fried egg sauce and two cloves of garlic.

None of the people spoke, they just held their bowls and ate madly. One hand picked up a bowl of noodles from the noodle bowl, scooped a spoonful of sauce with a spoon, stirred it with chopsticks and slurped down half a bowl, then threw a whole clove of garlic into his mouth and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

Seeing Wang Deming coming back from get off work, Uncle Yan just looked back and nodded, saying vaguely: "Deming, you're off work."

"Let us have a full meal first!"

"What's wrong with you eating this? Didn't we just deliver food to you a few months ago? Isn't this the summer harvest season?"

(End of this chapter)