Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 221 She Can’t Attend the Meeting_1

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 She Can’t Attend the Meeting_1

Principal Cui said excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes, Little Nuan is from Nanshan County Town, we’re all family."

He was the most excited of all.

Even Old Shang was a bit envious.

According to the standards, it seems that Old Cui might soon be considered his equal.

Despite the sourness in his heart, having a Staff and Cadre College in Nanshan County Town was a source of pride for every resident.

Just wait until this September, when major factories and units from across the province send people to study, by then, Nanshan County Town will no longer be the same as it used to be.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao said cheerfully, "I’m going to the post office to give Kou County a call to share the good news. We also have a meeting with Old Mr. Hu and the teachers this afternoon. Let’s think carefully about how to talk to those teachers..."

Deputy County Mayor Zhao then added, "Little Nuan, you should attend too. You’re smart and insightful, and you can offer us your opinions and ideas."

Song Yunuan thought for a moment that she couldn’t attend this meeting.

After all, it was an official meeting, not a public representative assembly.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao said this to let her know that Nanshan County Town remembered her contributions and wouldn’t commit the unscrupulous act of crossing the bridge and tearing it down.

Specifically, she now had decision-making power concerning school matters.

This was no small matter.

Song Yunuan graciously declined, saying that she needed to buy books at Xinhua Bookstore and also wanted to take her younger brother out to play.

However, she did say that if she were one of those university teachers, she would be very happy if the living environment was comfortable while educating students and supporting the local area.

"Happy enough to forget home," those words don’t come without reason.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao marveled at the girl’s intelligence.

Yes, incredibly smart.

Given time, who knows what she might become.

At this moment, Deputy County Mayor Zhao truly wanted to form a good relationship with Song Yunuan.

And not just for the sake of Old Mr. Ji and Old Mr. Hu.

The group was on the roadside, not far from the guesthouse.

Nearby was the post office where Deputy County Mayor Zhao and Secretary Xu were going to make a phone call.

Principal Cui said they would go to Xinhua Bookstore first, then take Song Yunuan and Little Asheng to a nice lunch at noon. Old Shang said he would also go to Xinhua Bookstore, so the four of them went to the bookstore together.

Unexpectedly, Song Yunuan ran into an acquaintance at Xinhua Bookstore. Director Whang greeted Song Yunuan happily when he saw her, and of course, Old Shang and Old Whang knew each other well too.

After all, Xinhua Bookstore was responsible for coordinating the distribution of textbooks across regions every year.

Director Whang said to Song Yunuan, "Your ’The Adventures of Little Stone’ is getting better and better feedback. I’m afraid the chief editor will want to discuss book publishing with you."

Old Shang was stunned and asked Song Yunuan in shock, "You wrote ’The Adventures of Little Stone’? My goodness, my youngest son has read it five times. I thought the name Song Yunuan was just a pen name... My heavens..."

Then he added, "I was wondering what I had forgotten; it turns out I wanted to talk to you about this."

Principal Cui said, "I’ve known about it for a long time. I thought you did too."

Old Shang blinked his eyes. This Song Yunuan was so talented. Given time, she would achieve great things.

Director Whang just laughed heartily. The group was talking in his office, when afterward Song Yunuan said she was going to pick a few books for her brother.

Old Shang stayed behind to discuss the new term’s textbook matters with Old Whang.

Meanwhile, Old Mr. Hu was completely different from how he was during the meeting earlier.

He paced his office back and forth, anxious and restless.

Currently, Old Mr. Hu was a consultant at the Provincial Education Center. Although his title was a consultant, he wielded real power.

There was no choice, in the realm of education, they still needed the old man to make a firm stand.

In the year of 1980, the unified examination was just around the corner. Although this year’s policy was the same as in previous years, this was the last year it would be.

Of course, it wasn’t the last year of the unified examination.

It was the last year there were no restrictions on current graduates and former graduates, educational levels, and age.

Moreover, the textbooks were to be redrafted.

In Beiquan Province, primary education lasted five years, junior middle school three years, yet high school was only two years.

There was an implication from the higher-ups to change high school to a three-year program.

The education sector is fraught with the most problems and is also the most important, with the deepest impact.

After all, it is now proposed that science and technology are the primary productive forces.

In the future, education will be the top priority.

In the provincial capital, Old Mr. Hu needs to be in charge.

Then today, the meeting was also chaired by Old Mr. Hu, and during the meeting, no one noticed anything unusual about him.

But after the meeting ended, Old Mr. Hu paced anxiously back and forth in his office.

He was waiting for a phone call.

Old Mr. Hu wore glasses.

When the glasses were taken off, you could see that the circles around his eyes were blue, obviously from a lack of rest the night before.

This was because his brother’s two grandsons were abducted from the department store by a kidnapper yesterday.

Old Mr. Hu has only his brother as his remaining relative, and his brother’s two grandsons are no different from his own grandchildren.

They couldn’t make a big fuss about searching for the missing because if they panicked the kidnapper, and the kidnapper killed the two children, everything would be ruined.

Nor could they let anyone know whose children they were.

They couldn’t let people know they were related to Old Mr. Hu either.

Old Mr. Hu had students all over the country.

However, he only reached out to those he trusted, such as Factory Director Mei of the First Shoe Factory, whose wife was in the public security sector.

They had been in contact since yesterday, and then early in the morning, they received a phone call that said there was a lead.

But until now, there had been no feedback, and he didn’t dare to make a call to inquire.

As he paced back and forth, he finally received a phone call from Factory Director Mei informing him that the two children had been rescued, along with three other children and two girls.

The entire criminal gang had been rounded up as well.

The people had been brought back and were currently being interrogated.

Old Mr. Hu was overjoyed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this time, at the Luo family home, Luo Zhiwu, who went straight to sleep upon returning last night, squatted at his doorstep while Father Luo and Mother Luo were pasting matchboxes.

This was piecework picked up from the street office.

It didn’t earn much, but it supplemented the household income.

Otherwise, the meager retirement pension wouldn’t be enough for anything.

Mother Luo had never worked, and Father Luo had retired early for his son to take over, but what was the result? He wasn’t employed for even a year before getting fired.

They had yelled at him and beaten him.

But what use was it?

They were too lazy to care about him looking battered and deflated.

Then, skinny Liu Wen and chubby Ba Te also appeared, their faces bruised and swollen.

This was the workers’ dormitory area with multi-story buildings, where the residents numbered nearly a few thousand households.

Luo Zhiwu’s home was on the first floor, and the three men squatted there, murmuring to each other.

They were talking about what happened last night, and as it turned out, the young girl they saw was real.

She had also forced them to go to the police station and provide clues.

All of these events had really happened and were not just a dream.

Seeing the three gathered together, Mother Luo frowned and stood up. She had just reached the doorway when she saw four or five people approaching, including two public security officers, heading directly towards their home.

Mother Luo’s vision darkened, and she grabbed the doorknob next to her, which prevented her from collapsing. Then Father Luo also stood up in shock.

Old Mrs. Luo was cooking in the adjacent kitchen, shedding tears as she did so.

There seemed to be no end to such days, and she wished she could strangle Luo Zhiwu to death.