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After confirming that the person was not Liu Lan, Li Weijun breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that this woman really did not deceive him.

During this trip to Shanghai, we must find a way to quickly teach Liu Lan's domestic violence alcoholic husband a lesson, so that the coward will not have to beat up a weak woman all day long.

After all, Liu Lan had a brief romance with him, and it was impossible for Li Weijun to stand idly by.

After thinking for a while, Li Weijun waited for the noise in the room to gradually subside before knocking on the door.

"Director Li, I'm Li Weijun. I'm here to say hello and report to you about my visit to Shanghai to purchase internal reference tablets. Do you have any instructions?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Huaide couldn't wait to open the door from the inside, and patted Li Weijun on the shoulder with a smile on his face: "Weijun, we don't call each other by our titles in private, just call me Uncle Li. If you have any difficulties in purchasing internal reference films in Shanghai this time, just tell Wang Fuchun, and our steel rolling mill will definitely support you."

Looking at Li Huaide, who had unsteady steps, slightly swollen eye bags and a mischievous smile on his face, Li Weijun knew that this guy definitely wanted something from him.

So he didn't beat around the bush and directly told them all the documents and difficulties needed for this purchase in Shanghai.

Li Weijun had finally made it to Shanghai, and he wanted to get some chocolate with liquor filling, soft cigarettes, high-end candies and the like. These things were extremely difficult to obtain with money alone without receipts.

In addition, Li Weijun also wanted to visit some brother factories in Shanghai and see the bright lights and nightlife of Shiliyangtan.

The requirements for letters of introduction and procedures for these things are extremely strict. If there is no guarantee from the steel rolling mill, you might be arrested as an enemy spy if you walk around the streets.

"Oh, this matter, bringing some local specialties to broaden your horizons and experience, it's my duty, it's my duty, I'll talk to Officer Cheng from the Personnel Department about it later, the letter of introduction and the receipt will be easy to arrange, by the way, I also have a special reward."

At this point, Li Huaide turned around, took out a receipt from his pocket, and stuffed it into Li Weijun's hand without saying anything, saying with admiration: "This is a personal reward from me. The gift is small but the sentiment is great. In the future, you must continue to be modest and calm, and do practical things for the factory in a down-to-earth manner. Work hard, and I will not treat you unfairly."

Li Weijun took the ticket and took a look at it, and found that it was actually a ticket for a crystal radio. This was good, as he already had a Phoenix brand bicycle, a Shanghai brand large steel watch, and a crystal radio. The only thing missing was a Bee brand sewing machine.

These days, what's popular is the number of legs, which in layman's terms refers to the number of legs a table, chair, or bench has.

A wealthier family would need thirty-six legs, while a less well-off family would need at least twelve legs, otherwise even the matchmaker would not bother to propose a marriage.

The three-turn-and-one-ring thing did not gradually become popular until the 1970s and 1980s. It can be said that in that era, a family that could afford a three-turn-and-one-ring thing was not an ordinary family.

And now, thanks to Li Huaide's care and accommodation, Li Weijun had actually managed to get it together, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

In his previous life, his father couldn't have made these things when he got married in the 1980s. With a pair of rubber shoes, a foot of cloth, and a few dozen kilograms of rice and flour, he could find a wife in the countryside.

I have done a great job by moving these rare things into my home.

Li Weijun was thinking about something, and Li Huaide beside him rubbed his hands with a wink: "Hey Weijun, you went to Shanghai to purchase this time, and you had to travel a long way. The train ride was also very bumpy, and you won't be back for a while. You see, those powerful pills and aphrodisiacs you prepared last time are urgently needed by Director Sun."

Seeing that the old man had revealed his true intentions, Li Weijun did not dare to play it safe. He put his hand in his pocket and took out a small jar of medicine that he had prepared in advance from his personal space.

He hurriedly handed it over and said, "Uncle Li, I understand, I understand. Director Sun is tired day and night, so it's only right for him to take some tonic medicine. Please tell Director Sun to give him as much of this medicine as he wants, but he must not take too much."

Li Huaide took the small bottle of medicine with great joy, coughed a few times, and said seriously: "Don't worry about this, Director Sun knows his limits and will keep it within his ability."

"Do what you can? I think you are impatient. You are old enough to do something."

Li Weijun complained in his mind but did not expose Li Huaide's fig leaf.

After some greetings and chatting, he left the room.

It happened to be lunchtime, and Li Weijun took his lunch box to the canteen kitchen, where he found Liu Lan, who had been avoiding him for days.

Sha Zhu and Ma Hua were serving food at the window, and Liu Lan was the only one in the kitchen.

"Wei Jun, why are you here?"

Liu Lan looked up at Li Weijun, whose face was gloomy. She felt very confused and turned her head away quickly, unwilling to meet his eyes.

Although she covered herself up quickly, she was still caught by the sharp-eyed Li Weijun.

Seeing the bruises on the woman's arms and face, as well as her panicked expression, Li Weijun was furious: "Liu Lan, why have you been hiding from me these days? I heard from Ma Hua that it was your husband who did this."

Liu Lan remained silent, and even a beating with a stick wouldn't get a single word out of him.

"Liu Lan, why don't you tell me? There are no outsiders here. Besides, even if you don't say anything, I have already found out everything your alcoholic husband has done. Why don't you tell me? Is it because you still protect your husband in your heart?"

Seeing Li Weijun's angry face, Liu Lan's eyes were filled with tears. She denied it flatly and said, "Weijun, you are not allowed to abuse me. Why should I protect him? I am easy to talk to. It doesn't matter. He is a filthy rotten person. He will do anything to get things done. If he gets angry, he may cause a disaster. It's not worth your trouble."

Seeing that Liu Lan was thinking about him and was afraid of implicating him, Li Weijun felt even more pity for her.

He took Liu Lan into his arms and said tenderly, "Don't worry, I have an idea for this matter. I will make sure he regrets it and never dares to think of domestic violence against you again."

As he spoke, he stroked Liu Lan's long, somewhat dry and yellow hair, and an idea already came to his mind.

After asking Liu Lan in detail about the whereabouts of her good-for-nothing husband, Li Weijun did not delay and quickly finished his lunch.

I went to the Propaganda Department and called Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village. Since the last purchase of a large number of watermelons, Cantou Village has made a lot of money.

Ma Xuewu was very respectful to Li Weijun, the God of Wealth. When he heard the accountant say that it was Li Weijun who called, he immediately put on a smile.

Li Weijun did not hide anything and directly asked Ma Xuewu to teach Liu Lan's husband a lesson while he was pulling manure in the city, giving him a lesson that he would never forget.