Zheng Juan lowered her head and stared blankly at the cigarette box on the coffee table.
"Eldest brother said that his father-in-law passed away. Mom means that even if we can't go back, he should call and tell us."
No wonder she was depressed, it turned out to be this.
Although the Hao family and the Zhou family are not close at all and have never even moved together, they are still considered relatives, right?
"okay, I get it."
Lin Yue was not surprised, because according to the TV plot, Hao Dongmei's father should have passed away in the summer of 1983. It is now January 1984, and he has lived for half a year longer. Regardless of whether his appearance caused Zhou Bingyi to not go to college, After living in the Hao family, I helped a lot and extended my father-in-law's life, but I thought too much. Anyway, in a sense, it was a good thing.
"Where's Jishan Hall?"
"Ding Xia called your company. The secretary said that you are going back to China today but will stay in Guangzhou for two days. So she called home. She spoke in a very urgent tone and said it was from Golden Land Magazine. If something goes wrong, if you still plan to renew the contract, we will send a store manager and an accountant to Jishantang."
After Zheng Juan said this, she carefully observed his expression and seemed to be preparing to say some words of comfort. After all, it was not a good thing to hear it.
It was originally agreed that the lease would be signed every five years. From 1979 to 1984, it had already been five years. It was normal not to want to rent it out anymore. But sending a store manager or something like that would be too much. Jishantang is obviously an individual business owner, and it was forced by circumstances to be affiliated with a magazine. It has always been responsible for its own profits and losses, and it pays 20% of its net profit as dividends every year. Now, now Seeing the hotel's amazing performance, he used chicken feathers as arrows. Do you really think of yourself as the supervisory unit? This is too shameless.
"Bingkun, don't be impatient about this matter. Call Ding Xia back tomorrow and ask about the situation before making plans."
Lin Yue pointed to himself: "Do you think I'm anxious?"
"It's not like..."
Indeed, Zheng Juan felt that she was more anxious and angry than him. After all, it was a business that her husband had worked hard to build. How could it be said that Jishantang's net profit was more than 100,000 yuan a year, and it was just taken over by a magazine? How is this different from robbery?
"Don't worry, I was already prepared when I decided to join."
Well, the situation is reversed. Instead of the wife comforting the husband, the husband comforts the wife.
"You knew there would be a dispute and you still did it?"
Lin Yue smiled and did not respond to her question, just complaining.
"Just take a shower and go to bed, it's clear."
When Zheng Juan heard about it, she got up and went to help him get a change of clothes.
The next day, Lin Yue made a call to Ding Xia, and after discussing with Zheng Juan, they decided that Yueyue would go to Shenzhen for a few days during the winter vacation, and then return to Jichun for the Spring Festival.
I came here in 1981, and now in 1984, it’s time to go home and have a look.
…
January 29th in the Gregorian calendar is the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Lin Yue took Zheng Juan, Yueyue and Congcong out of the train station. Within two steps, he saw Zhou Bingyi waving to them.
"Let me give you a hug. Hey, I haven't seen you in three years and you've grown so tall."
Zhou Bingyi hugged his nephew first, and then spoke to the two of them: "Mom has been living on her fingers these days. She told me to pick you up at the train station three times yesterday."
Lin Yue said: "Let's go home first, don't keep mom waiting. How did you get here?"
Zhou Bingyi said: "My colleagues from the work unit drove me here."
In the past three years, he had been working hard in the south, and Zhou Bingyi had not been idle either. He was transferred from the Forestry Bureau to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and his rank was promoted to a full-time department.
"That's fine. Let's take a taxi and go."
We hailed a taxi when we came out of the train station, and a few people crowded together and rushed to the optical film together.
It can be said that the face of Shenzhen is changing with each passing day. There is also some reform in the urban area of Jichun. Some places are being demolished and some are under construction. Only the optical signs remain the same as they were before, with muddy roads, low-rise buildings, narrow lanes and smelly streets. A dry toilet for the sky...
The environment has not changed, and neither have the people.
Lin Yue smiled and greeted the familiar neighbors. He walked away and then turned away to chat with others, such as "that prodigal son of the Zhou family is back", "that one who owes millions", "that one from the Bichon family" Two brothers fight against each other"...
Of course, there are also some relatively fresh remarks, such as "I heard that Jishantang was opened by him, is it true?", "You opened this thing with just a few million? Is the money earned enough to repay the interest?" ?”
I don't know whether Li Suhua told the neighbors that Jishan Hall was his property, or whether Qiao Chunyan's mother spread the word after she came back from the countryside. Anyway, he didn't care, so he could say whatever he wanted.
"Kun'er, Kun'er..."
Several people had just passed the water house, and within two steps, they saw Li Suhua wearing a thick cotton jacket and a scarf standing in the yard waving to them.
"Grandma."
Yueyue shouted loudly and ran forward, shaking her pigtails.
"Hey, slow down, be careful of slippery roads."
Li Suhua stepped forward to greet her and hugged the cheerful little girl.
"Mom, why are you still out? It's such a cold day, what should you do if you catch a cold?" Zhou Bingyi's words were filled with blame.
Li Suhua ignored him, looked at Lin Yue and said, "My old problem has been gone for three years, but I miss my mother so much. Come on, let me see if it has changed?"
The old lady pinched his face and rubbed it: "He's fat."
After that, he said to his daughter-in-law: "Juan'er, thank you for taking such good care of him."
"Mom, what are you talking about? Isn't this the right thing to do?" Zheng Juan patted Congcong on the back: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you call me grandma?"
Congcong was born in 1979 and went to the south in 1981. She is only a little over four years old this year. She doesn’t remember many things before she was two years old. It’s hard to avoid being surprised when she first meets her grandma.
The child didn't speak and just hid behind her.
"Congcong, what did we say on the train?"
"Okay, okay, Juan'er, don't embarrass the child. Let's go into the house first. Just stay for two days to get familiar with it."
Li Suhua led several people into the main room. Lin Yue walked around the room and found that the decorations, furniture and bedding had not changed.
"Bingyi, have you told Dongmei?"
"I told you about coming here for dinner tonight. She said she would come over after work."
Zheng Juan said: "Sister-in-law is going to be a volunteer again?"
Zhou Bingyi nodded: "This hospital will be short of manpower every Chinese New Year. Think about it, many doctors and nurses are from other places. Who doesn't want to go home early to celebrate the Chinese New Year? It's really not until the 29th or 30th of the twelfth lunar month that we can go home again." , is it still too late, so these medical students, especially those who live in Jichun, are arranged to be volunteers every year, which is called an internship opportunity, but is actually voluntary labor."
Zheng Juan said: "Sister-in-law, it's really hard."
Zhou Bingyi said: "I have gotten used to it for so many years."
"Kun'er, what do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you tonight." Li Suhua looked at Lin Yue and said after getting the melons and cakes for the two children.
"Pork ribs stewed with pickled cabbage. I haven't had it in several years."
"I know you're good at it, just wait, mom will do it for you right now."
"Mom, let me help you."
Zheng Juan quickly took off the new down jacket she bought when she was transferring trains in Beijing, and went over to help Li Suhua.
"I've prepared everything. You must be tired after riding the train for two days. Just rest."
"Mom, I'm not tired. Kun'er bought a soft sleeper ticket and slept all the way."
"Grandma, grandma, what do you think this is?" Yueyue showed off the camera her uncle brought back to her from abroad: "You don't have to ask anyone to take pictures this year, I'll take them for you."
She still remembered the time in 1981 when Shao Jingwen brought a photographer to take a family photo of the Zhou family but failed. But it was a pity that Zhou Zhigang would not go home for the New Year, and Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng were on the 29th train.
…
The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
It's thirty this year, and most units don't have holidays until the 29th. Lin Yue went out in the morning and went to Jichun Department Store first. He bought a 14-inch color TV and asked Zheng Juan to take the deliveryman to the photo studio. He was alone. Come to Jishantang.
As the New Year is approaching, it is the peak of passenger flow, and the waiter is so busy that even if he is the boss, he has to wait for almost five minutes to see Ding Xia.
The two chatted about the current situation, but Lin Yue didn't say anything and just let her talk.
I didn't go home for dinner at noon. In the afternoon, people from the magazine came, including a vice president named Du, a logistics director, and a new employee.
"President Du, the relationship between our Jishantang and your Golden Land Magazine has been very stable over the past five years, and the annual dividends and rents have been paid in full. Is it unfair for the magazine to make such a request now?" Ding Xia has been a manager for several years and has met many prominent people. Now she speaks with an aura and confidence that only a manager can have. She is completely different from the female textile factory worker five years ago.
