Reborn in 1977

Zhu Gong'an politely declined Secretary Yang's invitation to dinner, saying that he still had things to do at the unit and had to go back.

Chen Fan sent him out of the brigade headquarters courtyard. Secretary Yang and the others probably guessed that Chen Fan still had something to say, and none of them followed him out.

Stepping out of the courtyard gate, Chen Fan bowed slightly to Zhu Gong'an, "This matter has really troubled you too much. I really didn't expect that you would keep investigating until now."

Zhu Gong'an's old face flushed slightly, and he chuckled, "Don't say that, this is our job, it's our duty!"

He was indeed a little embarrassed. In fact, the investigation had stopped more than half a year ago. If the leaders of the provincial department hadn't come, no one would have cared about Chen Fan's past at all.

If he really wanted to say thank you, he would have to thank Chen Fan on behalf of the unit.

Now, Nanhua Commune is well-known, all because of Chen Fan's identity as a great writer and the editor-in-chief of the "First Aid Manual". Now, when the leaders of the Nanhua Police Station go to the county bureau for meetings, they stand taller than others, and they are more confident in fighting for resources.

Because of this, the county bureau has allocated a lot of resources to their station, including himself, and he has indeed benefited a lot.

As for enemy agents?

What Chen Fan has done, which one can be related to enemy agents? That's simply non-existent!

Chen Fan chuckled, handed Zhu Gong'an a cigarette, and helped him light it. Then he lit one for himself, took two puffs silently, and then asked in a low voice, "Zhu Gong'an, I want to ask you something."

Zhu Gong'an nodded immediately, "You say."

Chen Fan pondered for two seconds and asked, "Do you know how many people are in a situation similar to…"

He paused for two seconds and forced a smile, "I mean, like Chen Fan's parents?"

Hearing this, Zhu Gong'an couldn't help but sigh secretly, patted his arm, and said, "I understand that you can't accept this matter so easily, but based on the existing evidence…"

Speaking of this, he waved his hand gently, "You can think about this matter slowly."

Then he took a puff of cigarette, raised his head and said, "You want to ask, how many people have been labeled as rightists, resulting in family destruction and death, and still haven't been rehabilitated even after death?"

Chen Fan nodded and said with pursed lips, "It doesn't necessarily have to be family destruction, just those who can't see the day when their reputation is restored, or are still suffering."

Zhu Gong'an smacked his lips, "I really can't answer you this question right now, because I haven't been in charge of this area before."

Then he smiled and said, "However, if you want to know, I can apply to the higher authorities to collect information in this area."

Chen Fan smiled reluctantly, "If it's too much trouble, then forget it."

Zhu Gong'an patted his chest and said, "It's just a word, what's the trouble? I also have comrades in the prefectural committee's public security department. Ask them for help, and I can give you an answer in two or three days at most. You just wait."

Chen Fan looked surprised, "Thank you, Zhu Gong'an."

After a pause, he said embarrassedly, "If possible, in addition to those who have passed away, please also give me a list of those who have not been rehabilitated but everyone knows are innocent, and it's best to include some information."

Zhu Gong'an thought for two seconds and still nodded in agreement, "No problem."

After a pause, he looked at Chen Fan and asked curiously, "Can I ask what you want this information for?"

Chen Fan looked up at the void in the distance with a look of loss, and said softly, "As early as a month ago, the Second-Rate Newspaper published a commentator article, "Mr. Li's Cadre Policy Must Be Implemented," requesting that… that people who have been treated unfairly be rehabilitated.

But a month has passed, and we haven't seen any strong action.

Originally, I didn't pay much attention to this matter, but today you came and told me about Chen Fan's family, and I feel that I should do something out of reason and emotion."

Zhu Gong'an's expression changed slightly, "Do what?"

Chen Fan seemed not to see the change in his expression, "I want to write an article, based on that article "Mr. Li's Cadre Policy Must Be Implemented", and talk about my own thoughts."

Hearing this, Zhu Gong'an also breathed a sigh of relief.

Since ancient times, writers have wielded their pens like knives, and even a pen is more ruthless than ten thousand knives. He is not afraid of anything else, but he is afraid that Chen Fan will write indiscriminately.

However, based on "Mr. Li's Cadre Policy Must Be Implemented", then there is no problem.

What's more, Chen Fan is considering others because of his own experience. Indeed, as he himself said, it is reasonable and emotional.

Of course, notifying the relevant leaders in advance so that they can be prepared is also the right thing to do.

Chen Fan is a writer who is a little famous throughout the country. It is almost impossible to stop his articles. What can be done now is to control the impact as much as possible within the scope of this province or even this region, and maybe even gain some benefits from it.

He immediately nodded without hesitation and said, "Okay, leave this matter to me, and I will give you the results as soon as possible."

After a pause, he patted Chen Fan's arm again and said in a low voice, "You didn't forget your birthday on the first day of the twelfth lunar month."

Chen Fan blinked and looked at him in confusion.

Isn't the birthday on Chen Fan's file the 14th day of the first lunar month?

Then he heard Zhu Gong'an say, "However, the first day of the twelfth lunar month is not your own birthday, but your mother's birthday."

Chen Fan was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his head and smiled, "There's no need to change the household registration information. My birthday is the first day of the twelfth lunar month."

Zhu Gong'an smiled at Chen Fan and patted him on the shoulder again, "Good boy, well done!"

Then he supported the bicycle and pedaled it twice, straddling the bike and leaving.

Watching Zhu Gong'an ride his bicycle away, Chen Fan slowly exhaled a long breath.

Today, he finally plugged the loophole in his origin.

And he also hitched a ride, finding an opportunity to rehabilitate the parents of the Jiang sisters.

As for the Chen Fan family in the Machinery Factory, in the future, during festivals, he will go over to offer incense, which will be regarded as the end of this incense relationship.

…

Back in the brigade headquarters office, the group led by Secretary Yang was fiercely criticizing An Quan.

Really, didn't you see that Xiao Chen happened to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan, but also lost his relatives?

How can you be embarrassed to ask him to go to the Machinery Factory to talk about discounts?

Is there any morality, any sympathy, any humanitarian spirit?!

Chen Fan glanced at them, calmly walked to the bench by the wall and sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

Very suddenly, the office became quiet in an instant.

Chen Fan raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, "Why don't you criticize anymore? This kind of person must be severely criticized, and he can't be given a chance to quibble."

An Quan's old face darkened, and he smiled shyly, "Wasn't I just looking for something to say and accidentally said the wrong thing? It's not that serious, it's not that serious, ha."

Secretary Yang turned around and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, you should take a good rest these days. Don't worry about the affairs of the team. We can handle it ourselves."

Zhang Wenliang looked tangled. Let him take a good rest? Isn't he always resting?

Ye Shubao nodded repeatedly, pretending to be annoyed and said to Chen Fan, "Look at you, every time we encounter difficulties, we have to ask you to come forward to solve them, which makes us seem like we are incapable.

“This time, please don't step in, okay? At least give me… cough, cough, I mean, give Anquan a chance to show what he can do!”

Anquan's face darkened, and he looked speechlessly at the sky. So, this matter still has to rely on me to handle it?

Chen Fan took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked off the ash, and chuckled softly, "Alright. Then let's go our separate ways. Tomorrow, I'll go to the district committee to pay respects, and Brother An can go to the machinery factory to discuss the contract, and then we'll come back together."

Pay respects?

The crowd exchanged glances. Xiao Lie Wen frowned slightly, nodded seriously, and said in a deep voice, "It is right to pay respects."

They wouldn't have known before, but today, Zhu Gong'an sent over Chen Fan's family's information, and the evidence was conclusive, the kind that could be used to close a case without a confession. What else was there to say?

As for where "Chen Fan" went during the one or two years before he ended up in Lujiawan, no one mentioned it from beginning to end, as if it had been deliberately ignored.

At this moment, Anquan instantly perked up and immediately nodded, saying, "Okay, I might as well go with you tomorrow."

Privately, as a good friend, he would of course accompany Chen Fan to pay respects to his parents, since he had the time. Publicly, Chen Fan would definitely meet with the leaders of the machinery factory when he went there, and if he showed his face at that time, the matter would be much easier to discuss.

Since it was both for personal and public benefit, he would of course accompany Chen Fan to pay respects.

Secretary Yang obviously also thought of this, and he turned to Zhang Wenliang and said, "Tomorrow, take some things and go with Little Chen. It can be considered a small token of our team's appreciation."

Zhang Wenliang immediately nodded, "Okay."

Compared to reinforcing the dikes, accompanying someone to pay respects was much easier, so he naturally couldn't wish for anything more.

Chen Fan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, cupped his hands to the crowd, and said, "Thank you."

…

The next morning, Chen Fan looked at the seven girls following behind him and couldn't help but feel speechless, "I'm going to pay respects to my elders, what are you doing following me?"

Zhang Cuie said plausibly, "You are my master, and they are my grandmasters, of course I have to go."

Huang Ying linked arms with Liu Dan and nodded vigorously, "We wouldn't have gone if we didn't know, but if we know and don't go, are we still human?"

Yang Ju carried things in her hands, "Teacher Chen, in terms of both emotion and reason, we should all go and pay our respects."

Huang Li, Liu Lu, and Yang Mei, who were standing behind, didn't say anything, but just looked at him expectantly.

Chen Fan curled his lips slightly and casually gestured, "Let's go."

Zhang Wenliang and Anquan next to him exchanged a glance and shrugged their shoulders in unison before following behind together.

Chen Fan's small yacht could hold 10 to 12 people, enough to fit everyone together.

He drove the small yacht to the district committee, then transferred to a bus, and finally arrived at the Yunhu Machinery Factory.

The northern urban area of Yunhu almost concentrated 80% of Yunhu City's factories and units, among which the two largest were the cotton spinning factory, the leader of light industry, and the machinery factory, the leader of heavy industry.

The machinery factory mainly produces and sells various machines and related parts, and the product categories even include automobile and ship parts.

In this era, vehicle and ship parts belonged to real "high technology." If a unit didn't have some skills, the higher-ups would never assign such tasks to it. From this, it can be seen that the machinery factory's strength should still be quite good.

Chen Fan and his group walked to the factory gate and immediately attracted the attention of the security guards. A person in his thirties, wearing a armed belt and a gun at his waist, walked out of the guard room.

The biggest difference between this person and the soldiers in the army was that he was not wearing a green military uniform, but a blue uniform.

The security department of a factory was not ordinary these days. Its level was only one level lower than the unit.

What does that mean?

For example, in a unit like Shougang, which was at the level of a director-general, the security department's level was that of a division, and the department leader's level was equivalent to that of a district or county leader.

The Yunhu Machinery Factory was a division-level unit, so the factory's security department was at the section level, and the leader was a proper section-level cadre, on par with the leaders of the district and county public security bureaus, and even had more people under his command.

If he had the title of deputy director or deputy head, he could even talk directly to the district and county leaders.

Such a security department, however, "defended against outsiders but not insiders." It was also a part of China's national defense and security forces in those years. At a critical moment, it would accept the dispatch of the local armed forces department and directly participate in combat.

On the other hand, the security department generally didn't care much about "small things" such as the finance department carrying a bag of banknotes to the bank to deposit.

Their main responsibility was to prevent certain people from sabotaging the factory's production, operation, equipment, and property. This was the main task!

In view of this, their vigilance was naturally extraordinary.

In addition to the security section, factories above the county and division level also had an armed forces department, which specialized in managing the workers' militia. That was another force.

The configuration of these two forces was basically the same. You can refer to the militia company of the Lujiawan Production Brigade. Rifles and machine guns were child's play. Quadruple anti-aircraft guns were not standard equipment, but they were not uncommon. Even mortars and mountain guns were conventional equipment.

All people are soldiers; it was not just talk!

Not to mention key units like machinery factories, which were even more important points for defense.

The security guard who came out carefully looked at everyone, "Which unit are you from? Who are you looking for?"

Three men with seven young girls. This group of people didn't look normal at first glance.

But precisely because there were a few girls, his attitude was still okay. At least it proved that this group of people was harmless, right?!

Zhang Wenliang quickly took out a letter of introduction, stepped forward two steps, and handed it over, "Hello, comrade, we are from the Lujiawan Production Team of the Nanhugong Commune in Gufeng County,…"

Before he could finish speaking, the security guard's eyes lit up and he shifted his gaze to Chen Fan, asking, "Are you Director Chen's son, the great writer Chen Fan?"

Chen Fan blinked, "I don't deserve to be called a great writer, I've just written a few articles."

The security guard grinned and laughed, "You writers like to pretend to be humble!"

Then, without waiting for Chen Fan and the others to speak, he reached out and invited them into the guard room, "Come, come, come, sit inside for a while, I'll notify the factory office right away."

As he said that, he shouted loudly, "Captain, Director Chen's son is here."

He turned to Chen Fan and smiled, "Don't say, you don't look much like your dad. Your dad is big and burly and doesn't look like an intellectual at all. You look more like your mom. Speaking of which, I saw you when you were a child. Your appearance hasn't changed much from before, it's just that you've grown up."

As he said that, he entered the guard room, picked up the thermos and poured water, and then suddenly sighed, "It's a pity about your parents,…"

He only said the beginning and then shook his head, swallowing the rest of the words back.

Chen Fan was still a little absent-minded. He first shook hands with a few people from the security section, and sat down at their warm invitation, thinking silently in his heart, are the cheap parents I found so famous?