It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Du Fei left Chen Zhongyuan's house.
Although Chen Zhongyuan and his wife finally confiscated the large yellow croaker, the final result was better than he expected.
Not only was the investigation into the Li family's house sale settled, but the attitude towards Jiang Donglai was also clarified.
Moreover, the clues involving enemy agents were safely thrown away, allowing Chen Zhongyuan and his wife to understand his intentions, further strengthening the binding relationship.
In the end, he showed his keen sense of smell and made accurate judgments about the future situation just by relying on radio and newspapers.
The last point alone made Chen Zhongyuan and his wife look at Du Fei with admiration.
If Du Fei's visit last time only made their eyes brighten, this time they were shocked.
Moreover, as time goes by and the situation further develops, Du Fei's status in their minds will also rise.
This is exactly the result Du Fei hopes to see.
From today on, in the minds of Chen Zhongyuan and his wife, Du Fei is no longer the wandering young man who comes to ask for help at night.
Thinking of this, Du Fei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and smile.
Xiaowu, who was sitting on the rear frame of the bicycle, also let out a "meow" at this time.
Du Fei patted its furry head and said, "Let's go home!"
With that said, he pedaled his bicycle into the night in a hurry.
However, Du Fei did not really go home. Instead, he turned a corner halfway and came to the street office.
It was dark in the street office at this time, with only the light in the room of the doorman, Uncle Feng.
Du Fei put his bicycle at the gate and knocked directly on the door to the guard room.
Uncle Feng had no expression on his face. He opened the door, glanced at Du Fei, and said in a hoarse voice, "Man, why are you wandering around if you don't go to bed with me in the middle of the night?"
Du Fei chuckled and said, "Uncle Feng, I have something urgent to do. Please check on Sun Lan. My aunt Sun's family is here." "Where do you live?" He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over, "I respect you."
Uncle Feng looked at the front door cigarette in Du Fei's hand, curled his lips and said, "Take it away~ Take it away~ I'm a bad old man, and you're doing nothing to flatter me."
Du Fei said seriously, "You came back from Bang Country in 1953. You are a real man and a fighting hero. I admire you, don't you?"
When Uncle Feng heard this, his face looked a little weird. He reached out and grabbed the cigarette Du Fei handed over, then turned around to get back a large blue-covered hard-shell book.
Here are the home addresses of all the staff of the subdistrict office.
There are no phones these days, so if something urgent happens, you can only go to your home to find it.
Du Fei found Sun Lan's name, took a quick look at the address, and returned the notebook, "Uncle Feng, thank you. I'll give you a pack of Chinese to try next time."
Uncle Feng didn't say anything and just closed the door with a bang.
Du Fei didn't care and went to ride his bicycle.
Although Uncle Feng looked old and scummy, Du Fei accidentally discovered after going to work that he was actually only in his forties, a second-level combat hero, and had been received by a great leader.
But because of the trauma of the war, he was unable to adapt to the new life, was out of tune with ordinary people, and could not get married.
I had been in a nursing home for the past few years, but my condition has gotten better in the past few years, so I was arranged to go to the street office.
Although he is just a janitor, Uncle Feng enjoys the treatment of a 13th-level cadre, with a monthly salary of 155 yuan.
But he never wore a new piece of clothing, smoked the cheapest dry cigarettes, and sent all his wages to the families of his fallen comrades.
Du Fei was not satisfied with Uncle Feng's choice of such a life.
I agree, but I admire you from the bottom of my heart.
But he won't deliberately help, because what they need for heroes like Uncle Feng is not pity, but respect and remembrance.
It was already half past nine when Du Fei got the address of Sun Lan's home.
No matter how late it was, he would rush there on his bicycle.
Sun Lan's family also lived in the courtyard. Her lover Jiang Donglai worked in the steel rolling mill, but was not assigned to the leader's family building.
From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that Jiang Donglai, the deputy section chief, is not doing well in the unit.
But the courtyard they live in is not bad at all. Just look at the wide and bright door, and the construction standards are not low. .??.??
At this time, most of the people in the courtyard turned off their lights.
Sun Lan and Jiang Donglai lived in the upper house in the middle courtyard, which was the best house in the entire courtyard.
Although Jiang Donglai had an average life in the factory, the two of them, one deputy section chief and one from the subdistrict office, were definitely the top figures in this yard.
As soon as Du Fei pushed his bicycle through the gate, someone yelled, "Hey, what are you doing! What are you doing blindly under the dark light?"
An old man wearing blue cloth pushed his head out of a dark room and stared at him warily.
Du Fei immediately replied, "Hello, uncle, I am from the street office, and I have some work-related matters with Sun Lan of the Intermediate Court."
When the old man heard Du Fei calling Sun Lan's name and claiming to be a colleague from the street office, he relaxed his vigilance and let people in.
Du Fei pushed his bicycle through the two hanging flower gates, arrived at the door of Sun Lan's house, and banged on the door.
"Who is it?" A loud male voice came from the room.
"I'm Du Fei from the street office." Du Fei revealed his identity and heard a woman's voice coming from inside: "Oh, Xiao Du, please wait a moment!" Immediately afterwards there was a burst of hustle and bustle.
After a while, Sun Lan opened the door and looked at Du Fei strangely. While letting him in, he asked, "Xiao Du, what's the emergency? Why are you here this night?"
Behind Sun Lan, stood a muscular man with a mustache and a long scar on the left side of his face from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, which made him look particularly tough.
Du Fei has never met Jiang Donglai, but if Sun Lan didn't steal the man, then this man undoubtedly did.
Du Fei smiled and said, "Aunt Sun, it's my fault, but something happened. I won't be able to sleep unless you come over!"
Sun Lan knew that there must be something going on when he came to the door at this time, so he let Du Fei into the house and introduced Jiang Donglai.
Du Fei quickly shook hands with Jiang Donglai, "Uncle Jiang, I just came out from my third uncle's place. In fact, I came here so late because I have something to ask you for help."
Jiang Donglai was stunned for a moment, then realized, isn't Uncle Du Fei the Deputy Director Chen?
Now that Du Fei has left Chen Zhongyuan, he asks him for help. What does this mean?
It's him who has caught Chen Zhongyuan's eyes, and it's a response to his active approach!
However, this response is implicit and indirect.
Jiang Donglai has become a veteran after 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 had wasted half his life, this opportunity was also extremely precious.
In fact, Jiang Donglai's starting point was not low. He was transferred to the army and became the deputy section chief within five years.
I had no choice but to take a wrong step, offended someone, wasted many years, and is still standing still.
If nothing else, that's it. If you want to go further, it's basically impossible, unless there is help from someone noble.