Chapter 112 Report
"Can you still laugh?"

Zhang Dayong said something to Wang Deming in a bad mood, and then introduced the people around him to him, "This is Director Wang from the Street Office, and this is Aunt Zhang from the neighborhood committee in Nanluoguxiang."

Wang Deming looked closely and saw that they were two middle-aged women who were probably in their 40s, but he could tell them apart clearly from their clothes.

Director Wang from the street was wearing a Zhongshan suit and a shaggy hairdo; Aunt Zhang was wearing a blue cotton jacket with a slanting collar and a piece of cloth wrapped around her head. She was the square-faced old lady who was seen sweeping the snow a few days ago in the morning.

"Hello, Director Wang, and Aunt Zhang."

"What is this?" Wang Deming was confused. What was going on today?
Isn't it just a little bit of movement? Why is it so strict at this time?
First, the house was transferred, and in addition to the cultural relics experts from the Forbidden City, Zhang Dayong was also attracted; what happened this evening?
Could it also be related to the house? Is it to persuade me to donate the house?

At that time, housing in the capital was not yet in short supply, and industrialization had not yet begun. Not many workers moved into the city, but the city was constantly clearing out vagrants without formal jobs, sending them to Fujian and Qinghai.

But they all came back one after another!
The most tense time was after 59, when a large number of people fled to the capital to escape famine and each street began to mobilize people to rent houses.

"Come on, everyone, go inside and have a drink of water. Why, isn't my sister home?"

A woman who was watching the fun in the front yard replied, "Baozhen said she's taking the children and Yushui to visit relatives and won't be back for dinner tonight, so you'll have to make do with yourselves."

"Oh well!"

"Thank you!"

Wang Deming opened the door with his key, asked everyone to come in and sit down, and then he went to take a look at the stove in the room. The fire was already a little weak, with only a lonely flame left.

Please wait a moment longer. Wang Deming hurried to the eaves at the door, brought in two coal balls, put them in the stove, and then pierced them with a copper bar. The flames gradually grew bigger and licked the bottom of the kettle.

Then he picked up the kettle beside the stove and shook it, then carried it to the eight-immortal table in the outer room, picked up the four teacups in the middle of the table, put a few leaves of tea in each, brewed them, and then extended his hand to signal for tea, and then he asked, "Chief Zhang, Director Wang, Aunt Zhang, what's going on?"

"Don't worry, the two of you," Wang Deming patted his chest and said, "Chief Zhang knows me."

"One heart, two preparations!"

"He is an outstanding young writer and an active member of the New Democratic Youth League!"

"If I can do it, I will never refuse!"

Director Wang's stiff face gradually softened, and Aunt Zhang kept looking up and down at this handsome young man who sat upright, and she felt a liking for him.

Both old ladies were very satisfied with Wang Deming's attitude.

They may have been waiting at the door for a while, so they took a sip of tea to moisten their throats. Director Wang immediately raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "Wow, this tea is good!"

"Water is good too!"

"Director Wang, you are an expert!"

"To be honest, I have to drink tea to stay awake because I write at night. So, most of my income is spent on this tea!"

"Well, writers need to drink something good to use their brains."

Zhang Dayong looked at the teacup in his hand in confusion, took another sip, and still couldn't make anything out. However, he still said something on behalf of Wang Deming: "This kid donated all his royalties, and he usually gets some money from the Chinese Medicine Association and does odd jobs to make money."

Director Wang was even more satisfied after hearing this. A smile appeared on his face. He put down his teacup and asked with an inquiring look, "Comrade Deming, I heard that you are married in the countryside?"

"Getting married? What do you mean by getting married?" Wang Deming pretended to be surprised and denied it flatly: "Director Wang, I am a member of the Youth League and I am not even 20 years old yet."

"How can we get married?"

Then he looked at Director Wang, Zhang Dayong and the other two with the same inquiring eyes, and explained half-truthfully: "There is a childhood sweetheart, Chief Zhang has met her before." "At that time, she came to the city to help take care of my sister."

"She was pregnant at the time, and something happened at home, so there was no one around to help her."

"But we moved here because we were afraid of gossip, so we didn't dare to let her take care of us anymore. Why is that?"

After saying this, Wang Deming looked aggrieved.

My mind was racing. What the hell? It was because of Qin Huairu?

No, it’s definitely not just Qin Huairu.

While thinking about this, Director Wang got confirmation from Zhang Dayong and continued to ask: "Well, let's not talk about the country things for now;"

After a brief pause, "Someone reported that you were planning to marry a Manchu girl a few years ago, and even prepared a wedding room."

“We plan to move there after we get married.”

"Ah!" Wang Deming opened his mouth so wide that a big duck egg seemed to fit inside. He pointed at his nose and asked, "I, got married before the New Year?"

"Return the wedding house?"

"Do you think these two rooms in my house look like wedding rooms?"

“Isn’t this something out of nothing?”

"Besides." Wang Deming turned to Zhang Dayong. Fortunately, you are here, Brother Dayong! He directly brought him out. "Zhang knows that I have exchanged two houses with someone today. I just got the registration from the Real Estate Bureau."

"But I own those two houses on behalf of the Chinese Medicine Association. They will be of great use in the future!"

"That's right!" Zhang Dayong chewed the tea leaves and took a big sip of the tea. He chewed the tea leaves floating on the surface and swallowed them down. He proved it to Wang Deming again, "We received a report from the Real Estate Bureau today, and two experts from the Palace Museum also went there."

"But." Director Wang and Aunt Zhang looked at each other in confusion, "Someone reported that you have already discussed getting engaged at the dinner table."

"Is it a deposit?" Wang Deming directly changed the idea for the two aunts.

Shit, you know we're discussing engagement at the dinner table? There's no one else here except Shazhu and his sister.

This damn idiot is really not worth helping. He just turns around and sells me out!

Okay, I will explain it clearly to my sister Yan Baozhen when I get back in the evening. Even if I feel sorry for Yu Shui, I can just look after her occasionally.

As for Sha Zhu, who cares whether he lives or dies!
But it was definitely not Shazhu who reported it. Besides Yi Zhonghai, it was Jia Dongxu and his apprentice.
Fuck!
Wang Deming's mind raced, and he said contemptuously, "Director Wang, Aunt Zhang, a few days ago, our family entertained two relatives from my brother-in-law's family. Sha Zhu and his sister Yu Shui were there too."

"That's why we decided to exchange two pieces of calligraphy passed down from my family for two houses. "

"Why don't you just call Shazhu over and ask him?"

Director Wang and Aunt Zhang nodded at the same time. As for calling him Shazhu again, that was fine. What could a silly boy understand?
If he ends up talking nonsense at that time, should we continue investigating or end it here?

Besides, this handsome young man spoke with certainty, and there are witnesses and physical evidence. There must be someone in this courtyard who believes everything he hears, or maybe it's just jealousy.

Look at the decoration of these two rooms. The furnishings in these rooms are far beyond what an ordinary family would have.

Seeing that the two aunts accepted his explanation, Wang Deming turned the tables and frowned as he asked Director Wang and Aunt Zhang, "Director Wang, Aunt Zhang, should we limit the system of managing uncles in our hospital?"

(End of this chapter)