Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Jia Zhang had no idea that she had become the most hated person in the street office. She thought that being received by the director meant she was valued.

Arriving at Director Zhang's office, Jia Zhang spoke without thinking, and then emphasized: "Director Zhang, this is a big deal. The impact is too bad. The subdistrict office cannot ignore it."

"Damn it, if it's true, it's a big deal." Director Zhang instantly got into character and agreed, "You're right, speculation cannot be tolerated. Have you told Yi Zhonghai, the uncle in your hospital, about this?"

"Uh..." Jia Zhang didn't expect Director Zhang to ask this question. She hesitated for two seconds and said, "He didn't say it, but he knows it. Everyone in the hospital knows it. It's a big deal."

"So that's how it is. Yi Zhonghai didn't even come to report." Director Zhang frowned and said, "He is so incompetent. I think it takes an enthusiastic and responsible person like you to manage the hospital."

Jia Zhang suddenly felt as light as a pound. She thought Director Zhang was trying to flatter her.

However, Director Zhang changed the subject and said, "Do you have any evidence? Without evidence, we can't just punish people casually."

"Yes, there is evidence! Most people in our hospital have seen it."

"Is that so? You go back first. I'll have someone investigate and then come back to find you in the courtyard."

"Okay, hurry up, or he'll run away."

"It will be soon, don't worry."

"After the investigation, how are the subdistricts going to deal with him? I won't agree to a light punishment."

Jia Zhang actually took it. I don’t know what was going on in her mind.

"If it's true and the situation is serious, we will transfer it to the police station and the speculators will be arrested." Director Zhang said calmly, "However, Zeng Wangcai is a soldier of the country. If it is a false accusation, the accuser will also be punished."

"What do you mean by false accusation? So many people saw it, it's a done deal." Jia Zhang's face changed.

She missed the last chance.

After she left, a comrade from the subdistrict office said with disgust: "Director, I didn't expect there would be such a person. He got benefits from Zeng Wangcai one foot and came to complain the next. What kind of person is this?"

"Okay, stop talking about it. That yard is really a mess." Director Zhang sighed, "There are many different people in the same house. It's hard to say. Zeng Wangcai has helped us several times before. This time, let's help him clean up the No. 95 yard. Otherwise, this kind of mess happens all day long, and no one will be happy."

"That's right, that old woman is simply stupid. Their hospital has benefited from this matter. Who is willing to testify?"

"I am not afraid of witnesses. Zeng Wangcai has never engaged in speculation..."

Section Chief Yu invited Zeng Wangcai to have a meal at their home. During the meal, Section Chief Yu talked to Zhang Xiuzhi and discussed some matters related to the steel mill.

Zeng Wangcai was fine and could only chat with Section Chief Yu’s wife, Lao Xie.

What can I talk about with an engineering guy?

In order to avoid embarrassment, Zeng Wangcai talked about cars. As someone who had seen cars of later generations, he almost lost his grip on the door. He was so excited that he talked about some of his "fantasies" about cars.

This aroused Old Xie's interest, and he regarded Zeng Wangcai as a genius and confidant, and almost let Zeng Wangcai leave.

Finally, Zeng Wangcai agreed to write him a letter to get out of the situation.

I originally came here to help Zhang Xiuzhi find a job, but unexpectedly I made a pen pal.

"You seem to know a lot. Sister Yu finally said that her husband could never get along with anyone else." After coming out, Zhang Xiuzhi said in a good mood.

"The more you hear and the more you see, the more you will know." Zeng Wangcai laughed, "Let's go buy a radio. With a radio, you can listen to programs at home when you have nothing to do and expand your knowledge.

"After a while, when televisions are mature, we will buy one. Then life at home will be more interesting..."

"I know about radios, but what are televisions?" Zhang Xiuzhi asked curiously.

In 1958, the first domestically produced black-and-white TV was produced in Tianjin. In the same year, a TV station was established and TV signals were available.

However, today's television is not even as good as radio. Radio can be listened to at any time, but television programs cannot be broadcast every day.

The shadow of the childhood of children in future generations, the circle pattern on the TV screen every Tuesday, is now a luxury.

"It's a square machine with a glass front," Zeng Wangcai explained while gesturing. "When it's turned on, it can receive signals just like a radio, but you can watch them instead of listening to them. You can watch programs on TV and they can also have sound.

"We have this thing now, but it's useless. Let's see how things go next year. It should be much better."

Zeng Wangcai remembers that he first started watching TV in 1961, when there was a national ball game...

Zhang Xiuzhi was moved by what Zeng Wangcai said, and for the first time she began to fantasize about owning something.

The two came to Wangfujing. There were a lot of people in Wangfujing at that time. It was near the New Year, and it was fun to go shopping whether you had money or not.

Zeng Wangcai came to the counter selling electrical appliances and found that there were very few radios to choose from.

"Comrade, are you going to buy something? If not, move aside!" A guy wanted to buy a flashlight, but found Zeng Wangcai standing there motionless and not talking, and he became a little impatient.

If Zeng Wangcai hadn't been wearing a military uniform, his attitude would have been even worse.

"Buy it!" Zeng Wangcai pointed at a large item on the counter and said, "Comrade, I want to see that Peony brand radio."

The salesperson also treated Zeng Wangcai differently to others because of his military uniform and took the radio away.

As I took the radio, the salesperson reminded me, "You need a certificate to buy this radio. Comrade, do you have the certificate with you?"

"I brought it. Here you go! Help me try the listening effect. If it works, I'll take it!" Zeng Wangcai took out the certificate issued by Director Zhang from his left pocket and handed it over.

The salesperson checked the certificate and after finding no problems, he opened the back cover of the radio and took out a few No. 5 batteries and put them in.

I pressed the switch, and because Wangfujing was very noisy, the salesperson turned the volume knob to the maximum.

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds came from the radio speakers.

This kind of sound of electric current is not common to ordinary people. It immediately attracted all the people who were strolling or buying things nearby.

The salesperson immediately started to tune the channel. At that time, the radio was fully manual and had to be tried little by little using the knob. There was no such thing as digital tuning. Only by finding the right point could the right signal be received.

There was a metal antenna on the back of the radio. After pulling it out and stretching it, the salesperson tried for a while and finally found the signal source.

"The East is Red, the Sun is Rising..."

A female voice came from the radio speaker, and the scene suddenly became lively.

"My goodness, isn't this the factory's loudspeaker?"

"What a great thing! I can listen to the radio at home. How much does it cost?"

"Uh, I can't afford it..."

As soon as they saw the price, everyone gave up.

(Note: I really can’t find the price. Baidu is still full of advertisements and second-hand goods. An antique radio costs 1200 yuan.)

Zeng Wangcai was quite satisfied with the effect of the radio and paid the money and ticket immediately. Zhang Xiuzhi hugged the radio tightly and squeezed out with Zeng Wangcai.

When we returned to the courtyard, Xiaoqiang and Laifu, with snotty noses, were playing in the front yard with their new little brother Ergouzi.

Seeing the radio in Zhang Xiuzhi's arms, Xiaoqiang was excited: "Brother, what is this?"

At this time, Xu Damao, who was resting at home, happened to come over. After seeing the radio, he said, "Wow, a radio! Brother, you are awesome. You can even afford this thing..."