Siheyuan: Mr. Wang is the only one who is backstabbed!

Wang Gang naturally heard Sha Zhu's curse, which he took back halfway through, and curled his lips.

Recently, Sijiu City has been investigating Zhang San strictly, so he cannot use the alias Zhang San for the time being. Let He Yuzhu be proud for two days.

The last time we dealt with Yi Zhonghai, we caused quite a big fuss. It's just right that we should calm down. After all, Brother Tongzi didn't give us a time limit. We have to find a suitable time to deal with He Yuzhu.

In a courtyard somewhere, Qihe’s home.

The little fat boy looked a little sad as he received a letter from Shanghai from the postman. Well, it was a registered letter.

Qi He would receive a registered letter like this every month. Inside was a piece of letter paper, which his mother sent him from Shanghai. Not only that, there was also money.

It's just that he needs to go to the post office to sign for it in person.

"Did your mother send you money again?" Qi's father Qi Dazhuang grabbed the little fat boy's head and laughed.

Qi He nodded silently.

As if affected by Qi He's emotions, Qi's father was also in a low mood.

"I am sorry for your mother and you. Okay, go to the post office to get the money. Get the money first, and then find time to write a letter back to your mother."

"I see."

The little fat boy responded in a muffled voice, left the courtyard unhappily and went straight to the post office.

The fact that he is still alive and well is not only due to his father’s efforts, but also due to his mother’s great support.

I won't go into details about the reasons for his parents' divorce. Now Qi's mother is in Shanghai, working as a private manager at a shop specializing in Suzhou and Hangzhou fabrics. She took over the business from his grandfather in Qihe, and they are living a good life. At least financially they are much better off than they and their father were in Beijing.

Every Chinese New Year, Qi's mother would rush from Shanghai to Beijing to spend the Spring Festival with her son. This was one of the few happy moments every year for the little fat boy Qi He.

......

Street office.

It was time to clock in for work every week, and Secretary Wang appeared at the street office dressed neatly.

"Uncle Wu, have you eaten?"

The security guard known as Uncle Wu blew his beard and said, "You are so dumb, you have nothing to say? When have you ever said this to me before?"

"Well, have you drunk it?"

Secretary Wang knows how to respect the wishes of the elderly.

Uncle Wu laughed and pointed at Wang Gang's nose, scolding him, "After eating and drinking, you, Secretary Wang, should hurry up and report in! I'll clean up the chessboard and wait for you!"

"Hey, okay, let me play with you today!"

Wang Gang responded cheerfully and walked inside happily.

The doorman, Uncle Wu, is also in charge of security.

Oh, yes, that’s the one who asked him what he was doing at the beginning!

Uncle Wu is another acquaintance that Secretary Wang has gradually become familiar with in recent times. Every week when he comes to the street office to report for duty, he must play a few games of chess with Uncle Wu.

But old man Wu is a bad player and he tends to hide his chess pieces while playing. Well, he can't win even if he hides them...

I heard that he was a retired soldier in the previous war, but Wang Gang didn't take it to heart. Even if he was a big boss who kept his identity secret, there was no need for him to flatter him. He could just get along with him slowly.

After a period of literacy training, Uncle Wu can now recognize the words on chess pieces clearly, which no longer interferes with his chess playing.

He is a potential learner.

"Hey, Lao Qi, what's wrong with you today? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Wang Gang appeared out of nowhere, put his arm around Qi He's shoulders and came closer.

The little fat boy shuddered when he saw the elusive Wang Gang, because he clearly hadn't seen him just now.

"It's nothing serious, Brother Wang."

"Okay, I'm not very good at consoling people, but if you need a drink, let's go to the tavern tonight. I'll treat you to some wine and you can tell me a story."

Wang Gang shrugged his shoulders, let go of Qi He, and looked at the little fat man in front of him seriously.

Qihe was the first friend he met when he came to the street office. He had a good impression of him. He would be happy if he could help Qihe to enlighten his mind.

The little fat boy's eyes turned red and he nodded, "Don't worry, Brother Wang, it's okay."

"Come on, I'm going to go find Old Wu, the chess piece eater, and have a few fights with him!"

Secretary Wang hummed a little tune and went straight to the guard room.

"Fuck horse, general!"

"Xiangtoubing, General!"

"Grandpa's chair, come again!"

"My dear horse, hehe, I will do it!"

Suddenly, those who watched were sad and those who listened to them shed tears.

The beard on Old Man Wu's chin was trembling. Damn it. Why do I feel that today is not suitable for playing chess? It's not even time for lunch yet, how come I have lost four games?

I lost four games before and it was already lunchtime! I'm not in good shape today, not good!

Old Man Wu threw a cigarette to Wang Gang, and while Wang Gang was lighting the cigarette, he tidied up the chess pieces and the chessboard neatly.

"??? Old Wu, what do you mean? You're not going to eat the chess pieces today, but the chessboard instead?"

Secretary Wang said in surprise.

"Haha, Old Wu lost really quickly today!"

"Uncle Wu, you can't do this! You could hold on until noon before, why is it so fast today? We were hoping to watch chess until lunch!"

Uncle Wu remained calm and waved his hands.

"Go away, go away, all of you are just sitting there with nothing to do! I am not in good condition today, I will adjust for another week and fight this kid next time!"

"Phew...I'll wait for you next week, haha!"

Secretary Wang exhaled a puff of smoke happily. He now had a new hobby, which was watching the old man break down his defenses!

I heard from the doctor that it is good for mental health and can reduce Alzheimer's disease! Secretary Wang is doing this purely for the good of Old Wu!

Old Man Wu snorted and continued to study the chess manual hard.

How should I put it? Wang Gang has made some contribution to the literacy campaign of the sub-district office. At least the security guards at the sub-district office are reading books every day, right?

When he came across a word he didn’t recognize, the old man would randomly grab a passerby and ask, showing his spirit of hard work and perseverance!

In the afternoon, Director Wang held a regular meeting and issued an important decision.

In view of the current large number of illiterate people, the Nanluoguxiang Street Office has decided to set up a literacy class, with large classes every weekend. Residents of the Siheyuan are warmly welcome to sign up!

Of course, how to 'warmly invite' these residents to the weekly literacy classes is another difficulty.

Although many people are willing to learn literacy these days, they prefer to do it during work hours rather than during their rest time...

Everyone naturally understands the reason, and now it depends on the level of the street office officials themselves.

It's not a technical problem, but it's definitely as troublesome as a technical problem...