The car drove to an empty path and stopped by the roadside.
Shen Pengfei and Yu Haitang got out of the car after half an hour.
This car did not belong to Shen Pengfei.
The performance was not good, and the safety level was not high enough.
Otherwise, Shen Pengfei's status would have shocked Yu Haitang.
The two of them held hands as they shuttled through the forest path.
Compared to the world 60 years later.
The current Imperial Capital was too backward, and many areas had not been developed.
However, it was precisely because of this that the environment was very good, the air was fresh, and the surroundings were green and clear.
"Haitang, when you go to see our parents, what kind of gift should you bring?”Shen Pengfei asked.
Yu Haitang pondered for a moment, unable to make up her mind.
"My parents don't have any special requirements for these gifts. Just bring some cigarettes and wine.”
Shen Pengfei nodded." There will definitely be a lot of cigarettes and alcohol. Bring two packs of cigarettes and a few bottles of Maotai. I'll get drunk with our dad."”
"Other than these, is there anything else that they particularly like?”
" Our dad likes fishing," Yu Haitang said with a smile." He's always wanted to buy a fishing rod, the expensive kind."”
"As you know, my family's living conditions aren't particularly good. It's quite stressful to buy a very, very expensive fishing rod.”
"My mom doesn't have anything she likes in particular. She only likes jewelry.”
Shen Pengfei smiled.
"Then buy Uncle a fishing rod and Auntie a pair of gold bracelets.”
These days, the sale of gold was very strictly controlled, and the quantity was very small.
It was difficult to buy even if one had money or tickets.
However, the black market had everything.
If he couldn't buy it in the jewelry store, Shen Pengfei planned to go to the black market to get it.
Shen Pengfei had too much money in his hands.
Converting the remaining virtual currency into money, it was about 1000 yuan, which was a huge sum.
It was not a problem to buy some good cigarettes, good wine, and good jewelry.
Yu Haitang clasped her fingers.
"Brother Pengfei, my sister is right. We spend so much money. Do we still have money when we get married? How are we going to live after marriage?"
Shen Pengfei pinched her clean nose.
"Didn't I tell you? Just trust me. I won't let you and the baby starve.”
"Baby?" That's right. After you get married, you should have a baby. Hehe…"
Shen Pengfei patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry and give birth boldly. As long as it doesn't exceed 20, I can afford it.”
Yu Haitang widened her eyes.
"20? Are you kidding me, Brother Pengfei? Even a sow wouldn't dare to give birth like this!"
There was a small lake nearby.
Shen Pengfei held the fishing rod he had just bought.
With one arm around Yu Haitang, the other hand gripped the fishing rod and began fishing.
In less than an hour, he had caught three big fat fish.
The young couple brought the fish back to the courtyard house.
Shen Pengfei went home and killed the fish, waiting to make fish soup at night.
Then, he prepared to drive to pick up Factory Manager Yang.
Yu Haitang was waiting for him in the house.
"Wow, this new furniture is so sturdy and beautiful. Brother Pengfei is so skillful. When did you learn carpentry? He's too powerful."
She was immersed in happiness and could not extricate herself.
Her man was tall, handsome, rich, knowledgeable, and good at craftsmanship.
It could be said to be the ceiling of husbands in this era!
……
In a room in the office building of the mine.
Manager Yang was bored after the meeting.
She took out Shen Pengfei's "Song of Youth" manuscript and read it.
The manuscript was very neat and there were basically no alterations.
The handwriting was comparable to printing, and it made people feel comfortable just looking at it.
It was the same as the college entrance examination.
If the roll was neat, it would give people a good impression.
Factory Manager Yang didn't have much expectations.
After all, Shen Pengfei was just a driver.
Although he was educated and had some culture.
However, to write a good novel, one needed a very deep cultural background, as well as rich life experience.
Who would have thought that the more Factory Manager Yang looked at it, the more addicted he became.
Unknowingly, he had finished reading all 30,000 words, but he still felt that it was not enough!
He frantically searched his briefcase for the next sentence.
"Why is it gone? No, I have to hurry up and urge Pengfei to write it. This book is too good. It makes my blood boil.”
"Be it the plot, the writing style, or the thoughts, they are all at the level of top-notch masters. This kid is actually so powerful…"
"I have to fulfill my promise and recommend it to my friends in the publishing house and newspaper office.”
"You can't just let me read such a good book.”
Due to the backward times, there was only one manuscript.
If many people wanted to see it, they would have to line up.
This person would look at it for half a month, that person would look at it for half a month, and then they would repeatedly study and discuss it.
A long time passed.
It was completely different from his previous life, where he made a document and sent it to everyone.
He could quickly finish reading it on his phone.
No matter how complicated the process was.
Factory Manager Yang was extremely optimistic about Shen Pengfei's work and was determined to promote it.
"It just so happens that I'm going to the big leader's house tomorrow. I can promote this work to him. With his support, this book would definitely sweep the entire country.”
"I've long seen that Pengfei isn't someone ordinary. I didn't expect him to be so capable.”
"It's a pity that my daughter already has a partner, and so does he. Otherwise, he would be too suitable to be my son-in-law.”
"No wonder he doesn't want to be the security chief. The structure is too small..."
If Shen Pengfei really became the head of the security department…
Slowly, he gained experience and climbed up.
Even if he climbed to the position of the director of the rolling mill, or even a higher official position.
They couldn't compare to the great writers and scholars.
In the evening, Shen Pengfei picked up Factory Manager Yang.
The moment he saw Shen Pengfei, Manager Yang gave him a fierce hug and praised him.
"Pengfei, I finished reading all the tens of thousands of words you wrote today.”
"It's so well written. I'll strongly recommend it for you. He would show it to the higher-up tomorrow. He would definitely like it. Is there a later part?"
Shen Pengfei scratched his head.
"There's no follow-up for the time being. Factory Manager Yang also knows that I'm your driver. This is my main business.”
"I don't have much time to write every day. I only managed to write so many words in a hurry. However, the entire book's content had been drafted, about 500,000 words.”
Factory Manager Yang said excitedly," How about this? If a newspaper is willing to serialize your book, a publishing house will be willing to publish it." Then I'll give you two months off to write.”
"Writing is your mission! Write at least 150,000 words within two months. This is a hard target that must be completed.”
"I'll still give you your salary. I'll add another 30 yuan every month. There will be no less benefits."
Manager Yang did this.
It was for the sake of Shen Pengfei's future.
At the same time, it was also for the sake of the rolling mill and himself.
If the rolling mill produced a famous author and intellectual who was popular all over the country.
As the factory manager, he would definitely benefit from it.
Shen Pengfei understood what Manager Yang was thinking.
However, he opened his Heavenly Eye and knew that Manager Yang was going to be in trouble soon. He was immediately arranged to sweep the streets.
Even if she wanted to bask in his light.
He would probably have to go through that difficult period first.
By that time, Factory Manager Yang would be almost 50 years old. It was still a different story if he could do it!
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