After the Spring Festival, everyone became nervous again, just like the whole country at that time, prosperous, busy, and everyone was running at high speed.

The busiest in the whole family is naturally Lin Fanghua. She has entered the sprint stage before the college entrance examination, although she has her brother behind as support, but she still studies very hard every day, going out early and returning late all day, and her face, which has just been fattened by Lin Zhenhua, has become sharp again.

Lin Zhenhua was busy with the company's affairs. Chu Hongyang's business has done well, and a large number of orders continue to come. After Wei Jingwen developed the automatic target reporting system used by the Public Security Department, he also developed several other kinds of automation equipment according to the needs of the market, and sold them at a high price through Lin Zhenhua's hands.

Due to the busy business, the labor service company has to work overtime almost every day, Zhao Yongqun and Peng Shaozhe are in charge of production, and the other is in charge of technology and administration, and they are also very busy, but in such busyness, their abilities are gradually improving unconsciously, and they are already two people a year ago.

In contrast, the slightly more leisurely one is Yang Xin. She is now out of the school in terms of CNC milling machine and can read to complete some work. Every day, in addition to working in the workshop and going home to sleep at night, she almost stayed at Lin Zhenhua's house for the rest of the time, helping the Lin brothers and sisters cook, sweep the floor, and wash clothes, as if she was a virtuous helper.

Under the guidance of Lin Zhenhua, Yang Xin has begun to study her high school homework. Lin Zhenhua tailored a perfect study plan for her, usually explained one or two questions to her when she was free, and when she was busy, Yang Xin stayed in the house by herself to read, do questions, and memorize words. The condition of the unit is much better than her family's small bungalow, and she has already tacitly agreed that this is her own home, so it is beautiful to stay no matter how she stays.

"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk ......" There was a knock on the door, which alarmed Yang Xin, who was lying on the table in the living room of the Lin family doing math problems, she stood up, walked over and opened the door.

Standing at the door was a twenty-one or twelve-year-old girl, who looked like she was well-educated, and Yang Xin believed that she had never seen this person before.

"Excuse me, is Comrade Lin Zhenhua at home?" The girl asked.

"Oh, he's not here, do you have something to do with him?" Yang Xin replied.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm his fiancée." Yang Xin replied demonstratively. In the factory, everyone knows her relationship with Lin Zhenhua, so she never needs to introduce herself like this. If it were a different situation, she might be embarrassed to call herself Lin Zhenhua's fiancée, but now, she felt that she had to introduce it like this, because there was a young girl of unknown origin in front of her, and she was looking for Lin Zhenhua by name.

"Oh, my name is Song Ying, and I'm a reporter from Jiangnan Daily, and this is my press card." The girl took out a document from a small satchel on her back and shook it at Yang Xin.

"Journalists?" Yang Xin was a little relieved, it seemed that this was not a potential rival, "Do you have something to do with Lin Zhenhua?" ”

"Can we go in and talk?" Song Ying reminded quietly.

"Oh, please come in." Yang Xin hurriedly opened the door and invited Song Ying in. She moved a stool for Song Ying, invited her to sit down, poured her a glass of water, and everything was done impeccably.

Song Ying sat symbolically on the stool for a few seconds, then stood up and began to wander around the room, looking here and there. After obtaining Yang Xin's consent, she walked into Lin Zhenhua and Lin Fanghua's rooms respectively, looked at the furnishings in the room, and even went to the kitchen to ask Yang Xin about how to use the rice cooker.

"Reporter Song, do you have something to do with Lin Zhenhua?" Yang Xin finally couldn't help it and asked again.

Song Ying still didn't answer her, but asked in turn: "When are you and Lin Zhenhua going to get married?" ”

The question is very abrupt and rather aggressive. However, Yang Xin is a small worker, and he is naturally in awe of reporters, so he didn't dare to ignore it, so he had to answer honestly: "It's still early, it may take four or five years to do things." ”

"Oh......" Song Ying dragged her long voice, "So, in this house, in the next few years, only Lin Zhenhua will live alone?" ”

"He also has a sister."

"I know, isn't his sister going to college soon? Can I get in? ”

"Of course she can be admitted, her score is the first in the county." Yang Xin said.

"No. 1 in the county?" Song Ying looked a little surprised, but immediately returned to her previous attitude and said: "In this way, his sister will definitely be able to be admitted to college, and as soon as she leaves, won't Lin Zhenhua be the only one left in this house?" ”

"Reporter Song, what do you mean by this?" Yang Xin was a little confused by Song Ying.

"When will Lin Zhenhua come back?" Song Ying still didn't answer Yang Xin's words, perhaps, in her opinion, only she has the right to ask others, and others are not qualified to ask her.

"He doesn't necessarily come back at the same time, sometimes the workshop is busy, and he comes back late." Yang Xin replied with some grievances, she already knew that her status was too low, and Reporter Song disdained to answer her questions.

The two of them waited for a while, and there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Yang Xin hurriedly ran to open the door, and at the same time turned back to Song Ying and said, "It's him back." ”

While speaking, Lin Zhenhua had already come in, and as soon as he entered the door, he said to Yang Xin: "Yang Xin, do you have food, I'm starving." ”

"You haven't eaten?"

"I didn't eat, I discussed a process problem with Yongqun and them, and it was delayed."

"I'll do it for you." Yang Xin said, she walked towards the kitchen, pointed to Song Ying and said to Lin Zhenhua: "Xiaohua, that is the Song reporter of the newspaper, she has something to look for you." ”

Lin Zhenhua realized that there was one more person in the room, and hurriedly said apologetically: "Oh, I'm sorry, Reporter Song, I didn't see you just now." ”

"It's okay." Song Ying replied reservedly.

"Which company are you a reporter for?"

"Jiangnan Daily, intern reporter of the Ministry of Industry, Transportation, Finance and Trade, Song Ying."

"Oh, Reporter Song, you look so young." Lin Zhenhua didn't think clearly why a reporter came to his house for a while, so he could only put on it first, waiting for the other party to explain his intentions.

Song Ying, like Yang Xin, directly filtered out Lin Zhenhua's homely words. She took out her notebook, made a record, and said at the same time: "Comrade Lin Zhenhua, our newspaper has received a letter from the masses, reporting that there is unfairness in the distribution of staff housing in your Hanhua Machinery Factory, and the newspaper has specially sent me to learn about the situation. ”

Lin Zhenhua was annoyed by Song Ying's shelf, he was different from Yang Xin, in his eyes, reporters were nothing remarkable at all. Hearing Song Ying's question, he understood what was going on, so he replied lightly: "Reporter Song, I think you went to the wrong door, right?" I'm not the factory leader in charge of housing allocation, and if you come to me to ask this question, are you looking for the wrong person? ”

"There's nothing wrong with that." Song Ying said, "In the report letter we received, your name was specifically pointed out, mentioning that you abused your power for personal gain and encroached on employee housing. This afternoon, I have already asked your factory leaders about this problem, and confirmed that you only have two people in your family, and your sister is about to go to college, that is, you have to live in a two-bedroom unit alone, do you think this is reasonable? ”

Lin Zhenhua didn't take Song Ying's question to heart at all, he smiled and asked, "Reporter Song, since you went to interview the factory leaders, didn't they tell you why they gave me this house?" ”

"Of course, they said that you have made outstanding contributions to the factory. I don't know how big your contribution can be, but I don't understand one thing, is a person who has made some contribution to the country qualified to reach out to the country and ask for a big house? ”

"You're saying that no matter how much a person contributes, he can't live in a big house?"

"Yes, that's it."

Lin Zhenhua said with a smile: "Reporter Song, have you ever been to Yanjing?" ”

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "I haven't been there." ”

"Oh, I haven't been either." Lin Zhenhua said, "However, I heard that [***] used to live in Zhongnanhai, and the area is hundreds of square meters. Can you ask him why he can live in such a big house because he has made some contributions to the country? ”

"You ......" Song Ying was dumb all of a sudden, in those days, no one dared to talk about things like this with a great leader as an example, but history seems to have passed the era of being convicted for her words, she can't say that Lin Zhenhua's words belong to "vicious attacks" and the like. She can't refute the example given by Lin Zhenhua, isn't it, the moral starting point she chose at the beginning was too high, so much so that she put the leader into it.

"Reporter Song, you should know that our country is a socialist country and has not yet reached the stage of [***]. The socialist principle of distribution is that more work is more, less work is less, and those who do not work are not allowed to eat. If I contribute a lot, I am eligible to share a big house. If others contribute a little, they can only live in a small house. If a person doesn't contribute to society at all, he shouldn't be able to live, right? ”

"This ......"

"Since the Third Plenary Session of the 11th CPC Central Committee, our country has abandoned the traditional management method of big pot rice, and first implemented the contract responsibility system of joint production in rural areas, allowing some people to get rich first. A farmer, if he works hard, he can become a 10,000-yuan household and build a big tile house, do you think it is wrong for him to live in a big house? Do you think the party's policy of making some people rich first is wrong? ”

"When did I say that?" Song Ying was almost crying. As a journalist, of course, she is familiar with the country's policies, and she cannot deny these big truths that Lin Zhenhua said. But why were these teachings so incompatible with the morality she espoused to be?

Little girl, bickering with me! Lin Zhenhua muttered disdainfully in his heart. In later generations, after 30 years of ideological collision of reform and opening up, all kinds of views have been tempered thousands of times, and the linear thinking of those years can only be reprimanded in two words in later generations: naïve. Lin Zhenhua casually grabbed a few big truths to refute them, which was enough to smash this self-righteous little reporter into a puzzle.

"But, Comrade Lin Zhenhua, I just looked carefully at your house, you have all kinds of high-end electrical appliances in your home, just the high-end rice cooker in your kitchen, I'm afraid it is not something your salary income can afford, can you explain the source of these properties?" Song Ying was in a hurry and grabbed a life-saving straw.

Lin Zhenhua said: "Reporter Song, aren't you here to investigate the housing problem? Why did I change it to check my property? How do I make money, does it have anything to do with you? If you are interested in my rice cooker, you can go back and write a newsletter and publish it in your newspaper, saying that so-and-so in such and such a factory has a rice cooker in his house, which is richer than the family of a reporter who claims to be the uncrowned king, and then let everyone criticize me. ”

"Whoever is red-eyed, you must have evidence for what you say!"

"Hehe, reporter Song, you are also worthy of saying the word evidence, when you came to my house to point fingers at me, did you talk about evidence?"

"You, you...... You bully! Song Ying finally collapsed, she stomped her foot, opened the door and ran out, and a faint sobbing sound came from the corridor.