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  "Wow, this is great! I didn't expect you to be so capable, Four Eyes!" Zhuo Li patted Liu Ziguang's shoulder with a joyful smile.

  Liu Ziguang smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

  "By the way, Four Eyes, which factory are you working at now?" Zhuo Li suddenly remembered to ask Liu Ziguang.

  I work at Zhicheng Garden, doing property management.

  "Under Zhicheng Group? That's a big company! Although it's a private enterprise, its scale is even larger than that of our state-owned enterprises. What do you do there?"

  "I work as a security guard and manage several people under me."

  Zhuo Li slapped his thigh: "Haha, Four Eyes, with your small stature, you're actually a security guard? I heard the security guards at Zhicheng Garden are the worst kind, getting beaten half to death every day. Is that you?"

  Seeing his junior high school classmates laugh until tears came out, Liu Ziguang was not annoyed at all, but instead found a bit of the feeling from when he was young. At that time, Zhuo Li and himself were in the same position, and whenever other classmates bullied him, this sturdy little fatty would always come out to help him. This kind of friendship, he will remember for his whole life.

  Zhuo Li finally stopped laughing and said, "Speaking of which, we are still in the same line of work. You're a security team leader, I'm an assistant to the Security Department, and also the commander of the factory's militia battalion. How about that? My title is higher than yours, right?"

  The Chen Guang Machinery Factory originally had a high administrative level, when it was affiliated with the Ministry of National Defense, the factory director drove a car with a General Logistics Department license plate, starting with the letter "A", even later when it was assigned to local authorities, it was treated as a departmental level, the factory had a militia artillery regiment configuration, the factory director served as the regiment commander, and there were also battalion company platoon configurations below.

  The factory was at its most prosperous time, and all the militia were pulled out for training. Behind the Liberation-brand large truck, there were four 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns, double 37mm anti-aircraft guns, and a 100mm heavy anti-aircraft gun, with leaves used for camouflage on top. The workers wore safety helmets and canvas work uniforms, carrying Type 63 fully automatic rifles. On the front of the Liberation-brand truck and on the crossbeam of the three-wheeled tractor, there were mounted machine guns. It was so cool!

  It's completely finished now, a big factory with weeds growing everywhere, stray cats all over the place, and only a few people in the security department. The thought of being a militia company commander is laughable.

  Zhuo Li understood all this in his heart, Liu Zi Guang saw that the eyes which had laughed with joy actually sparkled with tears, Zhuo Li was moved to tears.

  "The factory has collapsed, I don't want to leave, I'm staying behind to guard the place where our family's old master fought and worked. In my heart, there is still a glimmer of hope that one day, our Chen Guang Factory will be as prosperous as before, unlimited in its glory. Our Chen Guang Factory workers are the easiest to find partners, our Chen Guang Factory's ceremonial hall is the best in the whole city, our Chen Guang Factory..."

  As he spoke, Zhuo Li choked with emotion and couldn't continue speaking.

  Liu Ziguang patted his shoulder: "Old classmate, everything will get better because we are all working hard. By the way, are you free tonight? Deng Yunfeng invited me to dinner, let's go together."

  "Lao Deng is from the electrical engineering department. He was just laid off last month. I have a good relationship with him, okay, I'll go."

  "Okay, give me your phone number."

  ……

  At noon, Liu Ziguang went to have lunch with Wang Zhijun and others at Xiangxiang Restaurant on Jiangbin Avenue. The price was moderate, the dishes were delicious, and there were five or six brothers, plus a sales manager from Wuzi Wang's company. They spent over 2,000 yuan. Now, the sales of engineering machinery are also very hot, and it is often difficult to get one car. Fortunately, Liu Ge's reputation is well-known outside, and after one meal, everyone became sworn brothers and guaranteed that they would send the car tomorrow.

  After lunch, a group of people walked on the sunny Riverside Avenue, smoking and picking their teeth. Bei Xiaoshuai said: "Brother, I've already spread the word, those who worked on our turf this morning must hand it over by tonight, if they're late for one day, their hands will be chopped off, don't worry."

  Liu Ziguang said: "Chopping off hands is a good method, but it's too bloody. Just give them a discount. From now on, for all those who steal in this area, whichever hand they use to commit the crime, chop that hand off."

  Everyone went about their business, Liu Ziguang returned to the office for a noon break, which was actually lying in the conference room watching TV. Jiangbei News Channel 2 was broadcasting traffic news, a legal education program co-produced by the TV station and the traffic police brigade, belonging to a relatively niche program. What surprised Liu Ziguang was that the host of the show was actually Jiang Xueqing, whom he had interviewed before. The great anchor Jiang was actually assigned to host such a niche program, no wonder she hadn't been seen on TV for a long time.

  What's even more surprising is that today's program content was actually about the high-speed driving incident on the outer ring road last night. The TV screen showed luxury sports cars with scars all over being towed onto trucks. In the chilly dawn wind, Jiang Xueqing, dressed in thin clothes, explained the cause and process of the accident. According to her, these cars all belonged to a car club in this city. They often drove at high speeds on the outer ring road at night after drinking, taking pleasure in it. Today, due to excessive speed, an unfortunate incident occurred. Fortunately, no one died. Here, we warn drivers not to have a fluke mentality, and the traffic police will definitely investigate such behavior thoroughly.

  It's been a while since I last saw her, the former JBTV's number one female anchor has lost a lot of weight and doesn't look as spirited as she used to. There is a hint of sadness between her eyebrows. Liu Ziguang even wanted to ask her why the interview segment with him was never broadcast.

  At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuo Li called to inform that the sale of scrap iron had been arranged and asked him to bring a car to pull it, don't forget to bring a pack of cigarettes.

  Liu Ziguang immediately called Xuanzi, and ten minutes later, Xuanzi's tow truck arrived at the gate of Chen Guang Machinery Factory with Liu Ziguang on board. The security guard had already received notification from Zhuo Li and let them pass immediately. The two men came to the Security Department, where Zhuo Li led them upstairs to find the Fixed Assets Clearance Office. Inside, several middle-aged men were chatting idly and reading newspapers. According to Zhuo Li's indication, Liu Ziguang placed a red Nanjing cigarette in front of one of them. That person calmly swept the newspaper-wrapped cigarettes into his drawer, picked up his pen, and wrote a note, telling Liu Ziguang to go to the finance department to pay.

  The finance office is on the third floor, with an anti-theft door. Inside, several old ladies were knitting and chatting. They took 50 yuan from Liu Ziguang, stamped a receipt, and returned it to him.

  Then he handed the receipt to the man who had just made out the bill, who was already smoking a Red Nanjing cigarette and chatting happily with Zhuo Li. When he saw Liu Ziguang return, he warmly invited him to sit down and have some tea, and naturally there were workers helping to load the scrap iron they had sold onto the tractor.

  Liu Ziguang was drinking tea in the office, while Xuanzi directed a few workers to move the old tricycle. When he saw the Chongqing 750 in the thatched cottage, his eyes nearly popped out, but Xuanzi remained calm and composed, and together with the workers, they managed to move the discarded tricycle up. He gently stroked the worn-out frame, and softly praised it: "What a rare treasure!"

  In the office, Liu Ziguang already knew that the officer in charge of clearing transportation vehicles was surnamed Ding, and he affectionately called him Director Ding. The Chenguang Machinery Factory originally had a fleet of cars, but they were mortgaged when the factory was insolvent. Now, only a few sedans and trucks are left for the leaders to use on business trips. As a result, Old Ding usually has nothing to do and is delighted to have met Liu Ziguang, who is willing to pick up scraps, and he enthusiastically recommends the factory's inventory to him.

  "I'm telling you, Little Liu, if you like playing with these old cars, I have a suggestion. There's an old sedan in the factory garage that's about to be scrapped and sent to the scrap metal collection station. You can go take a look, and if you like it, I'll put in a good word for you and try to get it for as little money as possible."

  "What's an antique car?" Liu Ziguang asked with great interest.

  "In the 1960s, our factory was in charge of aiding Albania's Tirana Mechanical Factory. Albania's leaders, Hoxha and Shehu, both came to visit our factory. To receive them, the central government specially allocated a Red Flag limousine, which was used for over twenty years until it almost broke down. Since the 1980s, it has been left in the garage, I don't know how thick the dust is now. Coincidentally, the factory director wants to clear out that area of the garage and rent it out as a warehouse, so these broken cars need to be dealt with. Rather than selling them for scrap iron, I might as well give it to you. Just take it, I can explain it away."

  Liu Ziguang felt a chill run down his spine, this bunch of prodigal sons were simply outrageous, but on the surface he still maintained an air of nonchalance.

  "Director Ding, let's put it this way. I'll take a look first. If the quality is still good, then I'll take it. But if it really doesn't look like much, then forget it."

  "Alright, alright, let's go." Old Ding took the keys and led Liu Ziguang to see the car. As soon as they went out the door, they ran into Xuanzi with shining eyes. Liu Ziguang grabbed him and restrained his impulse with a glance, and the group headed towards the garage.

  The old garage had been overgrown with weeds as tall as a person, the rusty lock was opened, and the creaky iron door was pushed open. The light bulb was turned on, casting a dim yellow glow. In the garage, a large red flag-covered car stood quietly, its four tires flat, the windshield covered in dust, making it impossible to see inside. On the hood of the car, a large red flag made of organic glass material fluttered in the wind, like a warship cutting through waves.

  "Alas, it's too old, things are almost all lost, tsk, tsk, and it's not easy to get them back either."

  Xuānzi was almost anxious to death over there, thinking "Liu Ge, you're also too calm about this, it's a treasure!"

  Lao Ding is also an old slicker, knowing that only a true buyer would complain about the good road. He chuckled and said: "This car is actually fine, just needs to be tweaked a bit to start, except for the big oil consumption, there's no problem at all, even the license plate is complete. If you really want it, I'll give you a better price than the scrap station, since you're a friend of Zhuo Li, I won't cheat you. Three thousand yuan, if you agree, take it away, otherwise, we can talk again."

  "Three thousand is too expensive, how about two thousand?"

  "Two thousand eight"

  Twenty-five hundred

  "Deal!"

  Liu Ziguang handed over 2,500 yuan to Old Ding on the spot. On that side, Old Ding and Zhuo Li hurriedly went to handle the formalities. On this side, Xuanzi had already pounced forward, lying on the car and exclaiming: "My god, this is a real big red flag, CA770 luxury three-row seat! In those years, only central leaders and foreign heads of state could sit in it. I've always dreamed of having one!"

  Wiping the car window, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Look, waist file, Mongolian sofa chair, ah, old flavor is too rich, I love it!"

  Seeing his infatuated look, Liu Ziguang said: "That's easy, this car brother will give it to you."

  Xuanzi was like a hungry tiger pouncing on food: "Liu Ge, you are my own brother!"