As the boss of a film and television company, he knew how to play with the ways of the world.
Li Weidong left without a trace.
Sun Peng excitedly boiled eggs for his wife and made milk powder for his son.
He also calmed down.
After pondering for a moment, he decided to help Li Weidong.
Everything was for the child!
He went to the street and called his mother, Director Wang, out.
"Son, is Little Cui short of milk? Is my grandson crying again?”
Aunty Wang's face was filled with heartache and worry.
"Don't worry. When Mom gets off work, we'll go to the black market to take a look.”
Aunt Wang gritted her teeth and said.
Although the higher-ups had the intention of turning a blind eye to the black market now.
However, as the director of the street, it was not good for her to go to the black market.
But for her eldest grandson, she was willing to risk it.
Sun Peng held his mother's hand and said,"
"Mom, there's no need to go to the black market."
"There are two cans of milk powder and 20 pounds of eggs at home now.”
Aunt Wang was shocked when she heard her son's words.
Milk powder was not malted milk powder. Malted milk powder could be bought with tickets, but milk powder could not be bought even with tickets.
Although domestic milk powder had long been available, it was basically used for export to earn foreign exchange.
Moreover, the price was so high that ordinary people could not afford it.
As the director of the street, the power in Aunt Wang's hands was neither great nor small.
However, he held the fate of many people on the streets in his hands.
"Son, did you accept a gift?”
Aunt Wang's face was filled with anger and worry.
If he was willing to give such a big gift, then his request was definitely not low!
Sun Peng shook his head and said,
"Mom, it's not a gift. It's a loan!"
"I wrote an IOU."
Sun Peng also told him the contents of the IOU.
"Li Weidong?"
Aunt Wang was slightly stunned. She knew Li Weidong. He had just graduated from high school this year and was waiting for a job.
His sister-in-law, Sun Xiaoning, was more familiar with Aunt Wang.
Their relationship was not bad.
She was surprised by Li Weidong's methods. In her knowledge, Li Weidong was a bookworm.
However, this method of borrowing something and writing an IOU made her hesitate.
The milk powder became malted milk essence, and the 20 pounds of eggs became 20 eggs.
She wanted to reject him, but when she thought about how her eldest grandson was crying from hunger.
Her daughter-in-law cried anxiously when she couldn't produce milk.
Her heart ached.
"Son, you should go back. Mom knows what happened.”
"Cook a few more eggs for Xiao Cui.”
Aunt Wang said to Sun Peng.
"Okay, Mom, I'll go back first.”
Sun Peng felt relieved.
Aunt Wang returned to the office and looked at the information of the people who had been assigned to work recently.
"Li Weidong's brother is going to support the construction of the third tier. His parents have also contributed to the country. It makes sense that he will be given priority.”
Aunt Wang thought as she looked at Li Weidong's information.
The best jobs on the streets were the workers in the rolling mill.
"I'll ask him after work. If he doesn't have any objections, I'll make it a deal for him!”
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When he returned to the courtyard, the workers in the courtyard had all gone to work.
Passing by the middle court, Jia Zhangshi was sitting at the door, basking in the sun.
His flat-faced face was glistening under the sun.
Li Weidong ignored him and went straight to the backyard.
The Deaf Old Lady was also sunbathing at the door. When she saw him, she stood up and went back to her room.
He opened the door and placed a pound of meat and snacks on the table.
He locked the door and returned to his room.
Li Weidong started to write while eating snacks.
If he wanted to avoid being targeted in the future, he needed a layer of protection.
Poet?
A large number of them were thrown to the countryside to work and receive education!
Write a red song?
He didn't know anyone from the art troupe.
Originally, he wanted to make a comic book out of Little Soldier Zhangga, but Little Soldier Zhangga had already made it into a movie in 1963.
After much consideration, Li Weidong decided to write a science fiction novel!
50 to 60 years later, wasn't it just science fiction for the 60s?
Rich and strong, democratic, civilized…
Wasn't life in the 1920s the future that the 1960s yearned for?
As long as he paid attention, he would not do anything that was unacceptable to the current people.
For the first time, Li Weidong prepared to write a short story.
Heavenly Palace
In the 1960s, it was definitely a hard science fiction novel.
Li Weidong directly described the grand occasion of the space station launch and construction in words.
Moreover, with Li Xiangdong as an astronaut, his life in space would show the future prosperity of the country!
There was absolutely no problem writing this.
In 1957, the world's first satellite was launched.
Even though the two bombs and one satellite were top secrets of the country.
However, for Li Weidong, a high school graduate, it was not a problem for him to know the terms missiles and satellites.
Within an hour, Li Weidong had written a short story of 5,000 words.
Then, he spent another hour carefully checking and confirming that there were no problems.
He put it into an envelope.
He wrote down the address of the Beijing Daily.
Li Weidong stretched his back and heard his sister-in-law greeting someone in the middle of the courtyard.
He pushed the door open with the envelope in his hand.
"Little Uncle!"
Wheatley ran toward Li Weidong with her short legs.
Li Weidong squatted down and picked Wheatley up.
"Is Wheatley obedient today?"
Li Weidong asked as he stuffed a candy into her mouth.
Wheatley's eyes curved into crescents.
"Yes! Wheatley is very obedient today!"
"The teacher even praised me!"
Wheatley said proudly.
"Haha, then Uncle will reward Wheatley with meat for lunch!”
"Meat!"
Wheatley's eyes lit up even more.
Li Weidong said to Sun Xiaoning,"
"Sister-in-law, help me mail this letter on your way to work.”
"I bought 500 grams of meat. Let Wheatley stir-fry some meat for lunch!”
Sun Xiaoning took the letter, glanced at it, and was slightly stunned.
However, he was quickly attracted by the word 'flesh'.
In the past year, the number of times they ate meat at home could be counted on one hand.
"Where did you get the tickets?"
Sun Xiaoning was stunned when she opened the door and saw a pound of meat on the table.
In this day and age, who didn't buy meat by two?
The entire family's monthly ration was not even half a kilogram.
I went to the black market."
Li Weidong said casually and put Wheatley down.
Wheatley laid on the table and stared at the meat.
She was drooling…
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