Season 2 Episode 14 Weed in the Middle of Long Jiang 750

  Wei Zi Xuan took a deep breath and pulled her head out of Liu Zi Guang's arms, her face covered in tear stains.

  "Thanks again, goodbye." After finishing speaking, Wei Ziyuan turned around and left. Next to her was a high-end residential area with bright lights and good security. Liu Ziguo didn't send her off any further, got back in the car, started the engine, and prepared to leave.

  As expected, the old car couldn't be started again. After half a day of effort, it finally broke down completely. A pungent smell of burnt engine oil wafted out from the engine compartment. Liu Ziguang was so angry that he slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and with a loud crash, the car door fell off.

  What's all this about, coming out to see someone and causing so much trouble, a big chase on the outer ring road, tonight at least a dozen cars were scrapped, with losses of at least several million yuan, but that doesn't matter, the key is that my old car also broke down.

  Call Xuanzi to bring people to tow the car, coincidentally Xuanzi was playing mahjong all night and heard Guangge's call, so he hurriedly drove the tow truck over himself. After arriving, he first opened the hood to take a look at the condition.

  "Brother Guang, this car is done for, don't bother with it, just sell it as scrap metal." Xuanzi said with a clang as he closed the hood.

  "No way, this car is pretty good, durable and easy to use, Ma Chao said that with a little care, it can be used for several years." Liu Ziguang was greatly surprised.

  "My brother, this is a '97 old car, no matter how durable it is, it can't withstand your driving skills. Look at the car, it's all dented, you're treating it like a tank." Xuanzi stroked the scars on the car body, marveling.

  "I heard that Guang Ge drove this car out of the crowd of ten thousand horses, and tonight he wasted a lot of BMWs." A repair worker covered in oil stains said, it seems that the news of tonight's outer ring racing has already spread.

  Liu Ziguang patted Xuandi's shoulder and said: "I don't care, you have to get it done for me, I can't be left without a car, can I?"

  Xuanzi said with a bitter face: "Brother, spare me, repairing this car, just the gold plating will take dozens of working hours, it's not worth it. I originally had several black cars there, but they've been sold. How about this, next time new goods arrive, I'll reserve a most crash-resistant one for you."

  Liu Ziguang waved his hand: "Let's talk about it later."

  ……

  Back home, turned on the computer, and wanted to chat with Fang Wei for a bit more, but that little cat avatar was still gray, and messages weren't being responded to. Looking at the time, it was already 2 o'clock in the deep night, Fang Wei probably went to sleep already, and boring Liu Ziguang also went to bed.

  The next morning, when Liu Ziguo went to work, he saw his neighbor Deng Yunfeng squatting at the gate of the compound smoking. When he saw himself coming over, he had a hesitant look on his face. Liu Ziguo knew that he wanted to talk to him, so he got off his bicycle and asked: "Uncle Deng, good morning?"

  Deng Yunfeng forced a smile: "Yes, it's quite early." There were already over ten cigarette butts on the ground in front of him, apparently he had been squatting here for at least two hours.

  "Brother, are you free at noon? I'd like to invite you out for a meal." Deng Yunfeng said with feigned casualness.

  "Ah, unfortunately, I have an appointment at noon." Liu Ziguang wasn't lying, he had agreed to meet Wang Zhijun to buy two dump trucks and also planned to have lunch with his brothers, it was a fixed plan that couldn't be cancelled.

  A hint of regret flashed across Deng Yunfeng's face, and Liu Ziguo knew that this old brother had not lived an easy life, so he said: "Tonight, I'll treat you."

  "It's still me, at the second butcher shop on the alley entrance, 6:30, if you don't see me, then we'll disperse." A spark of hope reignited in Deng Yunfeng's eyes.

  Farewell to Deng Yunfeng, Liu Ziguang rides his bike to work. He is now the deputy manager of a property company and also the head of security. His position has risen, but his workload has decreased significantly. Now he is the de facto emperor of the property company. Ever since Gao Jinbao knew that Liu Ziguang had made great contributions to the group, he was convinced that this person would have unlimited potential in the future. He now regards himself as Liu Ziguang's younger brother. In fact, Manager Gao is still a bit talented. As Liu Ziguang puts it, if he were sent to the imperial palace as a eunuch in ancient times, there wouldn't be any more Liu Jin, Wei Zhongxian or Li Lianying.

  Gao took the initiative to undertake most of the work, but when it came to personnel appointments and financial reimbursements, he had to ask Liu Deputy Manager for his opinion. Gao was well aware that the company's personnel power and financial power were in one hand, and he could not afford to offend this red person in the eyes of the group's president.

  The collection of property fees has been very smooth, and most of the tasks have been completed. This is also a Matthew effect, once the breakthrough is made, the results are rapid, every day the customer service department and financial department colleagues are all smiling, counting money until their hands cramp, Xi Cheng Phase I is the largest community under Xi Cheng Group, with nearly 100 buildings, high-end hardware facilities, but software can't keep up, now services have also caught up, property fees are naturally collected smoothly, if we can reach the collection rate set by the property manager, this time everyone will get a raise.

  Manager Liu's popularity is at an all-time high, and everyone who sees him nods and greets him. Especially Captain Bai, who waits at the gate every day and rushes over to fawn on Liu Ziguang as soon as he arrives. Liu Ziguang doesn't mince words with him either, scolding him as needed, and even strips him of his captain position, making him taste the bitterness of being a grassroots security guard.

  He has a relaxed job, with enough time to focus on his own sand business. He also has dozens of strong security guards at his disposal. To make commuting easier for them, Liu Ziguang allocated funds from the public purse to rent four units as dormitories for the guards and purchased a large batch of fitness equipment for their use. What won their hearts was that he signed formal labor contracts with them, including three insurances and one fund, allowing them to shed their temporary worker status and making it easier for them to find girlfriends.

  Liu Ziguang's office was converted from a small conference room, with windows facing south and plenty of sunlight. The interior was very simple, with only a large desk, a long sofa, and a few chairs. On the desk was a computer, with QQ and web pages open. Deputy General Manager Liu had his legs propped up on the desk, leisurely browsing the internet. It was strange that Fang Xi still hadn't replied to his messages, nor responded to his text or phone calls. Maybe she had an emergency patient come in? Liu Ziguang didn't think much of it.

  Suddenly, the phone on the table rang, and after answering it, a hoarse yet familiar voice asked, "Is Liu Ziguo there?"

  Isn't this Principal Wang whom I met yesterday? Liu Ziguo hastily said: "It's me, are you looking for me, Teacher Wang?"

  "It's good that you're here, it wasn't easy to find you. I lost the phone number you gave me yesterday, and after asking around in a big circle, I finally found your home phone number from the contact list of retired personnel at the factory. Then I asked for your workplace phone number. Okay, since you're here, I'll come over in half an hour to discuss something with you."

  Principal Wang is already in his sixties or seventies, how can he let others come to him? Liu Ziguang hastily said: "No need, I just happen to be going out, where are you, Teacher Wang, I'll go over."

  Principal Wang said: "I'm in the office of our Zidi Middle School, do you remember the place?"

  "How can I forget? That's my alma mater, just wait, I'll be there soon."

  Liu Ziguang hung up the phone and rushed out of the office, jumped on his bike and rode towards Chaoming Middle School.

  Liu Ziguang's home in the Gaotupo shack area was actually a dormitory area for two old state-owned factories. One of them was the Chen Guang Machinery Factory, which used to be part of the military industry system but declined after being transferred to local ownership. Liu's father retired from this factory. The other factory was the Hongqi Steel Factory, also of considerable size. Liu Ziguang's mother used to work at the steel factory. There has long been a tradition of intermarriage among young male and female workers from these two factories, and many children in Gaotupo are the offspring of workers from both factories.

  Old state-owned large factories all attach great importance to living facilities, with institutions such as trade unions, women's federations and youth leagues, as well as canteens, collective bathrooms, kindergartens, primary schools, middle schools and other hardware facilities. Chen Guang Factory and Hong Qi Factory each played their respective strengths, coordinating with each other, Hong Qi Factory ran a kindergarten and primary school, while Chen Guang Factory ran a middle school, cultivating an entire generation of workers' children.

  The factory is no longer in operation, and the original three industries have been split up, either sold or rented out. For example, the original workers' bathhouse is now the Huacqing Pool Bath Center, and the original factory club is now the Yichong Internet Cafe. Only the Subei School remains in operation, with its sign still unchanged.

  For his alma mater, Liu Ziguang still has a lot of feelings. He rode his bicycle into the gate of Chen Guang Machinery Factory with familiarity, and the factory area is very large. To reach Zi Di Middle School, crossing this vast factory area is the most convenient way.

  There were several tall men playing poker in the guard room, not even looking outside. The factory was on the verge of collapse, except for a few workshops that had been contracted out and were still operating. Everywhere else was overgrown with weeds as high as a person, stray cats roaming around, and the tall red-brick buildings were dilapidated, with not a single windowpane intact. The large doors of the workshop were tied up with thick iron wire, but through the broken windows, you could see that inside was packed with a thick layer of dust.

  It seemed that a scene appeared in front of Liu Ziguang, he was carrying his school bag from the elementary school and ran to the factory to find his father. It happened to be after work hours at the factory, after the bell rang, the whole factory area was filled with workers and bicycles, a lively and vibrant scene.

  "Alas, my childhood..." Liu Ziguang sighed, but he didn't realize that what he was nostalgic for was only his own childhood. However, for the vast number of workers who could no longer go to work, those were the most precious golden years of their lives.

  Riding a bicycle to enjoy the scenery, Liu Ziguang was suddenly attracted by a pile of scrap iron in the bushes. He went over and parted the messy weeds to take a look, and found a grass-green three-wheeled motorcycle quietly parked there.

  "My god! What a waste!" Liu Ziguang stroked the rusty body, looking at the metal nameplate marked "1979 Guanjiang Machinery Factory", and was taken back to that era of material poverty in the early days of reform and opening up by the rough lines, opposed twin cylinders, teardrop-shaped oil tank, horizontal spring seat cushion, and straight handlebars.

  This weathered Sanjiang three-wheeled motorcycle must be the legacy of the factory's security department. Those uncles in the security department were really cool back then, driving a Changjiang 750, wearing steel helmets and canvas work uniforms, with a Type 56 machine gun mounted on the sidecar, so cool that it was dazzling! Little Liu Ziguang really wanted to touch it, and the kind-hearted security officer uncle was quite familiar with his dad, even taking him for a ride around.

  Looking at this tricycle again, although it's rusty all over, not many parts are missing. The tires are flat and don't have any air in them, but the tread is still there. Liu Ziguang couldn't help but go up and stroke it.

  "What are you doing!" A loud shout came over, turned around to see a young man wearing work clothes, with a red armband and holding a baton.

  Liu Ziguang didn't get angry but instead smiled: "Ah, it's you, Zhuo Luoquan."