"Li Wenjun, what are you doing?!"
Wu Renxin was stunned for a moment before he reacted and roared angrily.
The cafeteria instantly became quiet, and everyone turned to look at Li Wenjun to see how he would continue to act stupidly.
Qin Hongling was startled, lowered her head and ran to the tail of other teams.
Zhao Lin's eyes flashed with excitement and nervousness, waiting for Li Wenjun to shine the big head of Wu Renxin with the lunch box in his hand, and then walked away.
Li Wenjun slowly bent down to pick up a cockroach and smiled: "Director Wu, look, a big cockroach has crawled on your leg. It will be bad if it crawls into your lunch box later."
All unmarried lesbians have been molested by Wu Renxin. In front of everyone, he didn't dare to move his hands or feet, but what he said really made people blush and feel disgusted.
Although the people around him didn't dare to stand up, they had already disliked Wu Renxin. Now seeing him deflated, they all turned their heads and snickered.
"Chi! The grass is afraid of frost and frost, and it is afraid of the sun. Evil people will be punished by evil people."
"That's right, I didn't expect to see a good show while buying breakfast. It's really dog eat dog."
"It's good to relieve my anger. I suddenly feel that the military commander is not so bad after all."
"Haha, don't speak too early. You don't know his temper yet. It's good and bad."
"That's right, it's better to say less and he will go crazy later and beat you as well."
Wu Renxin couldn't hear these comments, and his round face turned red and purple with anger, like a piece of shiny pig liver.
Li Wenjun helped him up: "Oh... Director Wu, it's not the New Year or the festival, why are you being so polite?"
Li Wenjun's face was calm and his attitude was sincere, making it impossible for Wu Renxin to find any flaws.
Although Li Wenjun was a promiscuous man, he seldom interacted with Wu Renxin. The two of them had no worries in the past and no worries in the present, so there was no need to tease him.
Wu Renxin looked suspicious.
Li Wenjun lowered his voice: "Fortunately, you, the future deputy mine manager, have a high level of ideological awareness. If it were anyone else, he would be so narrow-minded that he would think I have no good intentions and bear my revenge."
Wu Renxin had always dreamed that one day his brother-in-law would promote him to deputy mine manager, so when Li Wenjun called him that, he immediately forgot to be angry.
Besides, he has already put on a high hat. Do you want him to admit that he is petty?
It took Wu Renxin a long time to squeeze out a few words: "Of course not, thank you."
Li Wenjun put the cockroach in his hand and went to line up again with a smile.
I caught a glimpse of Zhao Lin looking at him thoughtfully.
Li Wenjun touched his face: "What's wrong, my face is dirty?"
Zhao Lin touched his chin: "If I hadn't had a drink with you last night, I would have thought you had been replaced."
Li Wenjun sneered: "You must have read too many comic books. And you have to replace them..." In fact, he felt a little guilty.
In fact, the person who knows him best, apart from his mother, is Zhao Lin.
We've known this guy since we wore crotchless pants, and he has a quick mind. It was really difficult for him to explain when Zhao Lin saw the flaw.
Zhao Lin looked suspicious: "You are really weird, it's like you've changed into a different person."
Li Wenjun has always been arrogant and disdains these tactics, let alone speaking so tactfully.
"I have a grudge against that guy." Li Wenjun snorted.
If it were anyone else, he really wouldn't bother thinking about it.
Zhao Lin added: "Don't you always want to go to the electronics factory?"
But Li Wenjun glanced at the newspaper when he got it and didn't say anything.
Li Wenjun could only take out the newspaper again: "Ah, yes, I just forgot about it."
Zhao Lin then turned around.
Li Wenjun originally just took it out to show off, but when his eyes glanced at the advertisement, he froze.
"The Coca-Cola Company is now soliciting advertising words from the whole society. Comrades can submit their articles to the following address through telegrams, letters, etc. Once accepted, each advertisement will be paid RMB 100."
Li Wenjun was overjoyed: Just now he was worried about how to make the first pot of gold, but he didn't expect that he would be able to find it without any effort at all.
Moreover, this opportunity was published in the same newspaper and handed to him by the same person who gave him the first chance.
It's God's will...
Li Wenjun was so excited that he patted Zhao Lin on the shoulder again: "Thank you so much, good buddy."
Zhao Lin's shoulders slumped and he said with a painful expression: "I said, can you please be gentle? My body cannot withstand a slap from you, the basketball captain."
But having said that, he felt relieved.
This was the good brother he knew, the Li Wenjun who acted recklessly, talked and laughed loudly.
In this era, the advantage of mining areas is that they receive a fixed monthly salary and the prices are cheaper than outside.
For example, milk costs a dime for a large enamel vat, and steamed buns are as big as two fists and only cost three cents each.
Li Wenjun bought breakfast and walked back with it. When he passed by the door of his house, he did not stop. Instead, he walked towards No. 7 in row 4 and the top of the row behind him. He just shouted to No. 3 in row 3: "Xiao Gu, brought Dian Dian over for breakfast."
The houses in row 4 all have two bedrooms and one living room. Living on No. 7 are his father Li Changming, mother Liu Cuihong and brother Li Wenyong.
Li Wenjun was married and still a front-line worker, so the mine gave him a separate apartment.
Liu Cuihong watered the vegetable field nearby.
Li Wenjun put down the enamel jar and lunch box, walked quickly to the vegetable field, and called out: "Mom, I'm back."
But when he shouted this, his nose was already sore, so that the voice behind him changed a bit.
Mom is still healthy and young, and her eyes are as clear as the clear sky above her head.
For this alone, he would be willing to exchange all his wealth.
Liu Cuihong stood up and looked at Li Wenjun in surprise. She hurriedly opened the door of the vegetable garden and walked out: "What's wrong with Junjun? What kind of injustice have you suffered?"
Her second son, even if he was considered a fool by others, in her heart he was just a very stubborn child, not bad at all.
Li Wenjun seemed to have cotton stuck in his throat, and after a long time he said, "No, I'm just tired from running."
"Hey, a grown man is tired after just buying breakfast. Let's see how you spoil him." Li Changming snorted, squatted down at the door, took out paper and tobacco from his arms and started to roll a cigarette.
The cigarettes Li Changming smokes are flue-cured tobacco grown by himself. For no other reason than to save money. Because cigarettes are too expensive.
But the smell of this flue-cured tobacco was too strong, not to mention that it was not good for me. It made my mother and Gu Zhanyan quite uncomfortable.
Li Wenjun went over and snatched the cloth bag containing the tobacco: "Dad, have breakfast first."
Li Changming was so angry that he raised his hands and stood up: "You bastard, you dare to steal my tobacco."
However, Li Wenjun did not run away like before. Instead, he stood and let him hit him. He laughed and said, "You can smoke after you finish eating. No one will fight with you anyway."
My father’s legs had been injured at work before and he was a little lame.
Before, Li Wenjun was ignorant and always made his father angry. He would run away when he got angry, leaving his father unable to fight and making him even more angry.
Now, he couldn't bear to be so stupid.
Just hit him once. He was a head and a half taller than his father anyway, so it wouldn't hurt his face.
