An Mingjiang was clearly tempted by the facial soap business.
A smile played on Old Nine’s lips as he rose to leave.
Once Old Nine had left, An Dongyang came in. "Dad, that facial soap business is seriously profitable. Wouldn’t it be even better if we controlled it ourselves?"
An Mingjiang’s expression darkened. "Nonsense."
"Have you forgotten what times we’re living in, and what our status is? If anyone finds out we’re involved in business, do you want a bullet in your head?"
He could turn a blind eye to black market dealings, but they absolutely could not get involved in this. The moment they did, the An Family’s destruction wouldn’t be far behind.
Seeing An Dongyang’s nonchalant attitude gave An Mingjiang a splitting headache. He couldn’t help but set down his teacup and begin to speak, his tone heavy with meaning.
"I found you a teaching job at the commune school. For now, just go there and do a good job. As long as you show some results, I’ll have you promoted."
"Things are different from how they used to be. In the past, the An Family could act without fear, but now the political situation is growing more tense. It’s actually a good thing for us to be lying low here."
"And you’d better cause less trouble for me lately. Once you get to the school, you must take it seriously. Otherwise, I’m really done with you."
Although he was the second-in-command of Qingshan County and held some power, his son was completely worthless. He had to pull a lot of strings just to get him into the school in the commune under Qingshan County’s jurisdiction.
That place was being closely watched by the county leadership. As long as he made some kind of contribution, he could be transferred to a position in the county proper.
He had found several jobs for An Dongyang before, but the kid kept messing up. He couldn’t be too obvious in his protection, not with Zhang Tianming breathing down his neck.
An Dongyang was utterly unenthusiastic. He looked down on the teaching job, but if he didn’t work, his only other option was to be sent to the countryside. There was no way he was going to become a farmer, so he could only agree reluctantly.
"I get it."
An Dongyang still looked as if he couldn’t care less.
Lu Yuanbin hurriedly stuck his arm in the way.
"Brother Leng, I’ve got something important to discuss with you."
Leng Yuan shot him a look. Seeing that he genuinely seemed to have something to discuss, he turned and walked away. Making himself right at home, Lu Yuanbin opened the gate and pushed his bicycle inside.
When Gu Jiaojiao saw Lu Yuanbin arrive, she immediately ladled out another bowl of soup.
"Yuan Bin, come eat with us!"
Lu Yuanbin rubbed his hands together. "Well, don’t mind if I do."
With that, he washed his hands and rushed eagerly into the kitchen.
Gazing at the delicious spread on the table, Lu Yuanbin was truly envious of his Brother Leng. His wife was a fantastic cook. Even though Lu Yuanbin didn’t come by often, the memory of each delicious meal he had here would linger for days.

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