Rebirth of the Flying Era

   Chapter 53 Uncle Feng

  Du Fei left Chen Zhongyuan's house, it was past nine o'clock in the evening.

  Although Chen Zhongyuan and his wife finally confiscated the large yellow croaker, the final result was better than he expected.

   Not only did the investigation into the sale of the Li family's house come to an end, but also made clear his attitude towards Jiang Donglai.

   In addition, the clues related to the enemy were safely thrown out, and Chen Zhongyuan and his wife understood his intentions, which further strengthened the binding relationship.

   In the end, it is just right to show a keen sense of smell, and make accurate judgments on the future situation based on radio and newspapers alone.

   The last point alone made Chen Zhongyuan and his wife admire Du Fei with admiration.

  If it was said that Du Fei came to the door last time, it only made their eyes shine, this time it was a big surprise.

   Moreover, as time goes by and the situation further ferments, Du Fei's status in their minds will also rise.

   This is exactly what Duffy wanted to see.

  From today onwards, in the hearts of Chen Zhongyuan and his wife, Du Fei is no longer the hesitant teenager who came to the door at night for help.

  Thinking of this, Du Fei couldn't help smiling upwards at the corners of his mouth.

   Xiao Wu, who was sitting on the back frame of the bicycle, also made a 'meow' at this time.

  Du Fei patted its furry brain: "Let's go, let's go home!"

   said, and dashed into the night on a bicycle.

   But Du Fei didn't really go home, but turned a corner on the way and came to the street office.

   It was dark in the street office at this time, only the doorman, Mr. Feng's house, was lit with lights.

   Du Fei propped his bicycle at the gate and knocked on the guard room directly.

  Uncle Feng had no expression on his face. He opened the door and glanced at Du Fei, and said in a hoarse voice, "Man, why are you walking around without sleeping with your house in the middle of the night?"

  Du Fei smiled and said: "Uncle Feng, I'm in a bit of a hurry, you can check Sun Lan, where does my Auntie Sun live?" Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over: "Honor to you."

   Uncle Feng looked at the front door cigarette in Du Fei's hand, and pouted, "Take it away~ Take it away~ I'm such a messed up old man, you flatter me for nothing."

  Du Fei said slightly sternly: "You came back from Bangguo in five or three years. You are a real man, a fighting hero. Can't I admire you?"

   Uncle Feng had a strange look on his face when he heard this. He reached out and grabbed the cigarette that Du Fei handed over.

   Here are the home addresses of all the staff of the street office.

   These days, there is no phone or cell phone. If there is any urgent matter, I can only go to the house to find it.

  Du Fei found Sun Lan's name, glanced at the address quickly, and returned the big book: "Uncle Feng, thank you, I will give you a packet of Zhonghua to try it next time."

   Uncle Feng didn't say a word, just slammed the door shut.

   Du Fei didn't care either, and went to ride his bike on his own.

  Don't look at Mr. Feng's old age, but Du Fei accidentally found out after going to work that his real age is only in his forties, a second-level fighting hero, who has been received by a great leader.

   However, because of the trauma of the war, he could not adapt to the new life, and he did not fit in with ordinary people, and he did not get married.

   I have been in a sanatorium for the past few years, but in recent years my condition has improved, so I have been arranged to do it in the street.

   Don't look at it as a gatekeeper. Uncle Feng enjoys the treatment of a 13th-level cadre, with a monthly salary of 155 yuan.

   But he never wore a new dress, smoked the cheapest dry cigarettes, and sent his wages to the families of the fallen comrades.

   Du Fei did not agree with Uncle Feng's choice of such a life, but he admired it in his heart.

   But he wouldn't try to help, because for heroes like Uncle Feng, what they need is not mercy, but respect and memory.

  It was half past nine when Du Fei got the address of Sun Lan's house.

   No matter how late he was, he would rush over by bicycle.

  Sun Lan's family also lives in the courtyard. Her lover Jiang Donglai works in the rolling mill, but she is not assigned to the family building of the leader.

   From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that Jiang Donglai, the deputy section chief, is really not very good in the unit.

   But the courtyard they live in is not bad. Just looking at the bright gate, the construction specifications are not low.

   At this time, most of the people in the courtyard turned off the lights.

  Sun Lan and Jiang Donglai live in the upper house in the middle courtyard, which is the best house in the whole courtyard.

   Although Jiang Donglai was a normal person in the factory, the two of them, a deputy section chief and a street manager, were definitely prominent figures in this yard.

  Du Fei pushed his bicycle into the gate when he was shouted, "Hey, what are you doing! What are you rushing into under the black light?"

  An old man in blue cloth clothes pushed open the door and stuck his head out of a dark room, watching vigilantly.

  Du Fei replied immediately: "Hello, uncle, I am from the street, and I have some work to do with Sun Lan from the middle school."

   When the old man heard Du Fei call out Sun Lan's name and claimed to be a colleague of the street office, he relaxed his vigilance and let people in.

  Du Fei pushed the bicycle through the two hanging flower gates, came to the door of Sun Lan's house, and slammed the door.

   "Who is it?" A loud male voice came from the room.

   "I, Du Fei from the street office." Du Fei revealed his identity, and heard a woman's voice from inside: "Oh, Xiao Du, wait a moment!"

   followed by a rush of commotion.

   After a while, Sun Lan opened the door and looked at Du Fei strangely. While letting him in, she asked, "Xiao Du, what's the urgency for you, why are you running here tonight?"

  Behind Sun Lan, there stood a man with a strong back, with a moustache, and a long scar on his left face from the forehead to the corner of his mouth, looking particularly sturdy.

  Du Fei has never seen Jiang Donglai, but if Sun Lan didn't steal the man, then this man will undoubtedly be.

  Du Fei smiled and said, "Aunt Sun, I'm taking the liberty, but I have something to do. I won't be able to sleep unless I come here!"

  Sun Lan knew that there must be something wrong with the visit at this time, let Du Fei into the room, and introduced Jiang Donglai.

  Du Fei hurriedly shook hands with Jiang Donglai: "Uncle Jiang, I just came out of my third uncle. Actually, I came here so late. There is one thing I want to ask for your help."

  Jiang Donglai was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Du Fei's third uncle was the deputy director Chen?

   Now that Du Fei came out of Chen Zhongyuan and asked him to help, what does this mean?

   It's because he has already caught the eye of Chen Zhongyuan, and it's a response to his positive approach!

   However, this response is implicit and indirect.

   Jiang Donglai has become an old fritter for so many years. He understands that Chen Zhongyuan's statement is not to accept him, but to give him a chance.

   But for Jiang Donglai, who has spent half his life, this opportunity is also precious.

   In fact, Jiang Donglai had a good start. He was also a military officer at the beginning, and he was the deputy section chief for five years.

   I had no choice but to go one step further and offended people. After many years of wasting, I am still standing still.

  No accident, that’s it, if you want to go further, it’s basically impossible, unless someone helps you.

   (end of this chapter)