Chapter 747 Nanyang Wind and Rain (first update, please subscribe)
In the early morning, the sky has not yet brightened.
The first time the alarm clock rang, Xu Zinuo sat up and stretched his arms. The breeze blowing through the screen window made him feel the cool freshness in the air, as if even his breathing was carrying a trace of it. Sweet. There were faint sounds of birdsong outside the window.
Soon, after washing, he rode his mother’s bicycle all the way to the community newspaper agency.
As soon as Uncle Feng from the agency saw him, he greeted him cheerfully.
"Why is Zinuo so early today!"
Xu Zinuo looked at Uncle Feng and smiled.
“Get up early and deliver a few more newspapers. Uncle Feng, I deliver so fast every day. I’ll give you another route later.”
Uncle Feng is a delivery man for several newspapers and magazines. In order to deliver newspapers to more than 1,300 households in the community, the community agent recruited some children in the community to help him deliver newspapers, and he could earn one penny for each newspaper delivered.
"Okay, it's 5:13 now. As long as you deliver these newspapers before 5:40, Mr. Qian's 57 households will also be handed over to you."
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"Really?"
"It's a deal!"
As soon as he loaded the newspaper into the car, Xu Zinuo rode his bicycle and rushed to his route. , the chirping of birds kept coming, and when he arrived in front of the customer's door, he would always park the cart on the sidewalk, swing it a few meters away from the porch, and if he failed to throw it accurately, he would throw it again.
But every Sunday, because there are so many newspapers and they are heavy, we can’t just throw them away. We have to take each newspaper to the steps. If it rains, put newspapers on the porch.
While ten-year-old Xu Zinuo was riding his bicycle flying from house to house delivering newspapers, the middle school student who delivered the milk also placed the milk in front of every house, as the sun rose. , the sleeping community also woke up from its sleep.
Housewives who get up will first open the screen door, pick up the milk and newspapers from the porch, then put the newspapers on the dining table, then bring the milk into the kitchen, and then prepare breakfast. After a while, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.
After washing up in the bathroom, he walked to the dining table. Wang Xiong came to the dining table. In addition to the milk, bread, butter and jam that his wife and children liked to eat, his steamed buns and gruel were also ready.
After saying hello to Emily and the children, Wang Xiong picked up a steamed bun, ate pickles, and enjoyed his own breakfast. Then he picked up the newspaper on the side, unfolded it, and started reading. Today's news.
"Huh? Nanyang is bidding to host the 17th Olympic Games?"
When Emily heard this, spreading butter on the bread, her eyes lit up and said,
"Is Chang'an going to host the Olympics? Berlin also held an Olympics before the war. At that time, my father took my sister and me to Berlin..."
Wang Xiong's eyes were shining as he talked about the pre-war Olympics. When they were living happily at that time, Wang Changjie's eyes were also shining.
"Dad, Dad, the Olympics, are the Olympics going to be held in Nanyang? I heard the teacher said that we are also going to participate in the Olympics. Can I participate in the future?"
My son's words, let Emily smiled.
"Then you have to eat more and exercise more before you can participate in the Olympics when you grow up."
"Yeah, yeah!"
When Wang Changjie nodded vigorously and started drinking milk and bread, the two sisters on the side asked in a sweet voice.
"Mommy, what is the Olympic Games? Is my brother going to a meeting?"
Amidst the voices of his children, Wang Xiong continued to read the newspaper. It seemed that for him, Nanyang Olympic Games Hosting the Olympics has nothing to do with him.
This is generally true for many things. Compared to the Olympics, Wang Xiong is more concerned about his business - the car repair shop. Last year, he finally opened his own car repair shop. Although it only has a few houses and the business is average, he believes that the business will definitely get better and better.
After all, neighbors now have more and more cars. With more cars, the business of the car repair shop will naturally get better and better.
“I didn’t expect that everyone’s lives have changed so much!” While feeling emotional, Wang Xiong thought of the poverty and refugees he had seen everywhere.
“When they went to Nanyang, they probably never dreamed that one day they would be able to live in such a beautiful house and drive a car.”
With this thought in his mind, Wang Xiong looked out the window. Through the window, he could see the sunlight shining on the roof of his neighbor. Isn't such a peaceful and peaceful life what everyone longs for?
With this thought in his mind, he turned his attention to his wife - Emily is French. When the army was stationed in Reims, France, like many brothers, he also married a French woman.
When I was in China, even in my dreams, I never expected to marry a French woman, let alone live the life I do now.
Although the first batch of search team members included many dignitaries, and Wang Xiong himself was just a technician at a car repair shop, he was never dissatisfied. Instead, he was very content with his life. After all, the search team was just a technician. past.
Now, he relies on his own skills to make a living, and now he has his own business. That is... well, it was also because his comrades saw that he had been staying in the car repair shop and specially set it up for him. He even introduced a lot of business to him.
What is this? This is comradeship! It's brotherhood!
Our fate... is really good!
While sighing that his life was good, Wang Xiong continued to read the newspaper. Suddenly, a piece of news in the newspaper attracted his attention.
"Tomorrow, the Foreign Minister Li Guoren and the High Commissioner of the Federation of Malaya, General Templer, will hold the third round of negotiations on refugee resettlement..."
The news in the newspaper made Wang Xiong's He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
“The third round of negotiations on refugee resettlement? When will this happen?”
Doubtful, he watched the news seriously, and the more he watched, the more curious he became.
“Since we are bringing refugees from Tangshan in northern French Indochina, why do we have to send them to Malaya?”
While Wang Xiong was puzzled, he What they didn’t know was that on the other side of the sea, in Kuala Lumpur, a negotiation had reached a fever pitch.
……
The conference room was filled with smoke.
The air conditioner whined, seeming to protest that there were too many cigarettes in the room.
Both sides of the long conference table were filled with negotiators from both sides. From the beginning of the third round of negotiations, the atmosphere was very tense. Neither party seemed to have any intention of making concessions. It has just begun and it has already reached an impasse.
At this time, the person sitting in position C on the British side on the left was none other than General Templer. He was wearing a military uniform and just sat there with his gray eyes. Staring straight at Li Guoren, the other party just met his gaze.
At this time, the atmosphere here is extremely tense, and there is a strong possibility that the negotiations may break down at any time.
Sitting next to the chief, Lin Tianqi's eyes couldn't help but wander around him.
At this time, in addition to High Commissioner Templer, the Federation of Malaya also had a Senior Deputy Commissioner... He was one of our own, and could not be counted as part of the other side's camp. Who was in the other side's camp?
Looking at the two senior civil servants wearing native clothes, they represent the natives. One of them is older, wearing a Malay songkok hat, and his shirt is clean and spotless. There was a hint of anger in the eyes behind the glasses, as if he was annoyed by the previous negotiation.
In this depressing and tense atmosphere, General Templer took out a cigarette from the tin cigarette box on the table, lit it to himself, then took another puff, and then , he looked at Li Guoren like this, but did not break the silence, he just looked directly at him, with strong dissatisfaction also suppressed in his eyes.
Not just dissatisfaction, but also anger!
In just a few puffs, the cigarette was finished, and then General Templer pressed the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray. Only then did he speak.
"Mr. Chief, you can't be so aggressive!"
(End of Chapter)