Chapter 132: Charging into the World

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  A tractor carrying Lin Zhenhua and Yang Wenyong left Yonghe Commune.

  Yang Wenyong, who was leaving home for the first time, looked like he didn't have a hint of sadness on his face. He sat in the trailer of the tractor, with his luggage under his buttocks, which was a quilt with patches upon patches. When getting on the vehicle, Lin Zhenhua had touched it once and felt that the quilt was as hard as a stone, guessing that if they encountered some villain on the road, swinging this quilt like a meteor hammer could knock down several people.

  It was the depths of winter, but Yang Wenyong wore only a thin old sweater made of silk thread, with a quilted jacket over it. Lin Zhenhua looked at him and felt cold himself.

  "Wen Yong, where is your cotton-padded jacket?" Lin Zhenhua asked, remembering that Yang Wen Yong had a tattered cotton-padded jacket, which was stiff but at least it was a cotton-padded jacket.

  Yang Wenyong said: "I didn't bring it."

  "Why not?" Lin Zhenhua asked in surprise. "The weather in Jiangnan Province and Xiangping Province is the same, and the current temperature is just as cold as here."

  "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold."

  Lin Zhenhua said: "Aren't you afraid of the cold? You're going out this time, and it'll take at least a few months to get back home. What if the weather changes and it gets too cold?"

  Yang Wenyong said: "I gave my down jacket to my brother, his was too small and he couldn't wear it. I went out to work and earned enough money to buy one for myself."

  Lin Zhenhua finally understood and nodded his head, saying: "Don't worry, Wen Yong, you will definitely be able to earn a down jacket."

  The tractor arrived at the county seat, and two people took a long-distance bus to Changsha.

  As soon as he arrived in Changsha, Yang Wenyong's eyes were not enough to take it all in. The four or five-story high buildings, the cars coming and going on the streets, the pedestrians dressed in bright clothes, everything made Yang Wenyong feel incredibly novel.

  He didn't hesitate and asked Lin Zhenhua as soon as he saw something he didn't understand, seemingly wanting to learn the most in the shortest time.

  "What's wrong, Wen Yong, have you never been to Tanzhou?" Lin Zhenhua asked in surprise.

  Yang Wenyong shook his head desperately: "Uncle Xi, I've grown up like this, only been to Yuefeng County a few times, and never been anywhere else."

  "Oh, what do you think of Changsha?"

  "Changsha is so big!" Yang Wenyong didn't hide his surprise, "There are so many cars here, and their clothes are also very new. Uncle, are all Changsha people particularly rich, like you?"

  "Uh..." Lin Zhenhua was speechless, he didn't know what kind of rich man he was in Yang Wenyong's eyes, but he believed that Yang Wenyong had never thought that he was a hundred-thousand-yuan household, and would soon become a million-yuan household.

  "Uncle Jing, if I work for you for a few years, will I become like them?" Yang Wen-yong asked eagerly.

  Lin Zhenhua said: "If you work hard and learn technology well, in a few years, you will be richer than 90% of them."

  "Really?"

  "Really." Lin Zhenhua said.

  "Alright, Uncle, I'll listen to you. I want to make some money and bring my younger brother and sister to Changsha to have fun."

  "Let's not talk about this for now, let's find a place to eat first."

  Two people found a small restaurant and sat down, Lin Zhenhua ordered two dishes and also asked for four bowls of rice. Yang Wenyong awkwardly took out a dollar from his pocket and said: "Uncle Lin, I've been eating your food on the bus, so let me pay for dinner this time, my family gave me five dollars when I left home."

  Lin Zhenhua chuckled and waved his hand, saying: "Wen Yong, your current identity is still my nephew, so I'll take care of your meals. Once we arrive at the factory, you'll be a worker for our company. I can ask the accountant to advance you half a month's salary, but from then on, you'll have to pay for your own meals yourself. Got it?"

  "Got it, Uncle Wei," Yang Wenyong replied.

  "Also, once we arrive at the factory, don't call me Xiao Shu anymore. This title... isn't very elegant."

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  "What should I call you then, Uncle Xiao?"

  Lin Zhenhua thought for a moment and said: "You can call me Manager Lin, everyone calls me that."

  He had the intention to let Yang Wenyong call him by his name, but thinking about it, this seemed inappropriate. After all, the employees in the company had already started calling him "Manager". Yang Wenyong was new and if he called him by his name, it would seem too arrogant. Lin Zhenhua wasn't an official fanatic, he actually always advocated for everyone to call him by his name or something like Little Lin or Little Hua, but as the company's business gradually expanded, his position also became more stable, and the number of people calling him "Manager Lin" increased.

  Taking the opportunity of eating, Lin Zhenhua started brainwashing Yang Wenyong: "Wenyong, after arriving at the factory, you should take out books to read and study during your free time, except when you are working, to improve your cultural level, do you understand?"

  "Got it, Uncle."

  "Get along with your colleagues peacefully, don't be overly competitive, and absolutely no fighting with colleagues, got it?"

  "Got it, Uncle."

  "Hmm... of course, being gentle doesn't mean being weak. If someone looks at you as a newcomer and wants to bully you, you can't show weakness, got it?"

  "Alright, Uncle... can we fight now?"

  "It's best not to fight, anyway." Lin Zhenhua scratched his head and said, "You can solve it through organizational procedures. Of course, as a boy, always tattling to the leader is not good either, so... when you need to fight... try not to hurt anyone, okay?"

  "Got it, Uncle."

  Lin Zhenhua scratched his ear and cheek, and he really couldn't think of anything else to say to him. He had never been good at ideological and political work, and for this kind of child who only knew how to answer "I know", he began to wonder if what he said would become a mental burden for Yang Wenyong, preventing him from developing according to his own personality.

  "Wen Yong, what I'm telling you is just for reference. You need to analyze the specific situation. In life, there's no fixed pattern, and different people require different approaches. And these different people, you need to observe, experience, and identify who are our friends and who are our enemies. This is the primary problem of revolution... Did you understand?"

  "Got it, Uncle Wei"

  Yang Wenyong was still using the standard answer, when he saw Lin Zhenhua's gloomy expression, he couldn't help but smile sympathetically and said: "Uncle Fen, don't worry, I'm not stupid."

  I know you're not stupid, it's me who is stupid. Lin Zhenhua said to himself.

  "Uncle Lin, why aren't you eating?" Yang Wenyong reminded him, the four bowls of rice on the table had already been eaten by him three bowls, and Lin Zhenhua was holding the last bowl of rice in his hands, without even moving a single chopstick.

  After dinner, Lin Zhenhua took Yang Wenyong to the train station, bought two train tickets, boarded the train and returned to Fenghua. This was also Yang Wenyong's first time taking a train, the young man excitedly looked around left and right, and even went to the bathroom five or six times.

  "The next stop is a big station, we'll go to the platform to buy something to eat." Lin Zhenhua said.

  "Can we still get off? Will the train leave?" Yang Wenyong asked.

  "Just don't go far, the train staff will call you to get on." Lin Zhenhua said, he stuck his head out to take a look at the window and muttered: "I don't even know which platform this station is stopping at."

  Yang Wenyong chuckled and said: "Uncle Xi, you're wrong, it must be stopped on our side."

  "Why?"

  "Because the car door opens from this side, I noticed it when I got on."

  Lin Zhenhua collapsed: "Don't you know that trains have doors on both sides?"

  "Really?" Yang Wenyong discovered a new continent, he hastily left his seat and squeezed to the front of the car to investigate on the spot. There were many people on the train, and he had to squeeze through the crowd every time he came and went, but he was still enthusiastic and played with great enthusiasm.

  After much difficulty, Lin Zhenhua finally brought Yang Wenyong back to the Hanhua factory safely. He couldn't find anywhere else to place Yang Wenyong, so he simply took him home.

  Yang Xin was waiting at home for Lin Zhenhua and saw him bring back a half-sized child, feeling quite strange: "Little Hua, who is this?"

  "Arrange for that kid from their side, 15 years old, his grandfather asked me to take him out to see the world. I plan to take him to Xunyang, and he'll stay at home for a few days first, coincidentally Xiaofang's room is also empty." Lin Zhenhua said, then he introduced to Yang Wenyong: "This is Yang Xin, my wife, oh right, you two are from the same family too, both with the surname Yang.

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  Yang Wenyong hastily stepped forward and warmly called out to Yang Xin: "Xiang Shu".

  Yang Xin was so frightened that she almost fell over: "What did you just call me?"

  Lin Zhenhua burst out laughing and then said to Yang Wenyong, "Wenyong, you'd better change the way you address her. Yang Xin is only three years older than you, and shares the same surname with you, so just call her Sister Yang Xin. Stop calling her Aunt everywhere, it's making her old before her time."

  "Got it, Uncle."

  Lin Zhenhua was extremely depressed and rushed into his own room. Yang Xin, on the other hand, immediately took a liking to this silly child, busily arranging accommodation for Yang Wenyong, boiling water for him to take a bath, and finding some of Lin Zhenhua's old clothes for him to change into.

  Yang Wenyong was manipulated by Yang Xin like a puppet, but before long, he had already become familiar with Yang Xin and called her "Sister Yang Xin". It seems that Lin Zhenhua's identity made Yang Wenyong somewhat awe-inspired, while Yang Xin was more approachable.

  "Alright, Wen Yong, I'll take you to the company to handle the formalities. From now on, you can consider yourself a temporary worker for the company. I'll ask the accountant to pay you half a month's salary in advance. You should be able to make it last until the end of the month if you're careful with your spending." Lin Zhenhua said to Yang Wen Yong, who was looking refreshed from head to toe.

  Under Yang Xin's arrangement, Yang Wenyong changed into a worn-out military uniform that Lin Zhenhua had discarded, and no longer looked as rustic as before.

  "Alright, Uncle Xiang." Yang Wenyong replied.

  "What's your name?" Lin Zhenhua asked with a glare. Heh heh, kid, I reminded you on the way here, see if you've forgotten.

  Yang Wenyong immediately reacted: "Manager Lin!"

  "By the way, you have to call me Manager Lin from now on," said Lin Zhenhua. "From now on, you are no longer someone's younger grandson or younger nephew, but a dignified worker, do you understand?"

  "Yes, Manager Lin!" Yang Wenyong replied loudly.

  Lin Zhenhua patted his shoulder and said, "Wen Yong, remember one thing: the outside world is very wonderful. From today on, you will start to make your way in the world. I believe that you will definitely be able to create a world of your own."