In a conscientious and responsible manner, the police station and the security department still questioned Wang Beitai, of course, very amiably, and it was by no means an interrogation of the prisoner.

Wang Beitai was originally handcuffed, but now he is also unraveled, and he squats in the corner in confusion.

"Sit down." The section chief beckoned Wang Beitai to sit down, took out a cigarette and lit one, spread the pen notebook on the table, and began to ask: "Xiao Wang, don't have a mental burden, just tell the truth, someone reported you for eavesdropping on Su Xiu radio, what's going on?" ”

"What, Su Xiu Radio?" Wang Beitai wondered, "I am a medium-wave radio, how can I hear the Soviet broadcast." ”

"But we all heard it, you listened to the radio in Russian." Section Chief said.

"That's the Russian channel of our Central Radio in Beijing."

"Oh, that's right. Tell me where your bike and meat buns come from. ”

"It's from my family."

"I heard that you are a single-parent family, and your mother and widow are unemployed, how can you afford to buy a bicycle and provide so many food items every month."

Wang Beitai, who was originally very calm, suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Who said that my mother is a widow, I have a father!" ”

"Then tell us, what is your father's name?" The section chief picked up the pen and stared at Wang Beitai with blazing eyes.

Wang Beitai was silent, as if he regretted that he had told the secret on impulse.

The head of the police station coughed dryly and said: "Xiao Wang, don't have ideological baggage, if there is anything that needs to be kept secret, Section Chief Zhang and I will keep it secret for you, and we will guarantee it with party spirit." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Section Chief Zhang.

"Yes, with the guarantee of party spirit, it will not be leaked." Section Chief Zhang echoed in understanding, and he also wanted to know who Wang Beitai's mysterious father was.

"My dad is ......," Wang Beitai said in a low voice.

"Who?" Both the section chief and the director pricked up their ears and didn't hear clearly.

"It's Zheng Zeru." Wang Beitai raised his voice slightly.

The section chief and the director looked at each other, it was really a big deal, and they couldn't be provoked!

"I still have a letter from my father, if you don't believe it, you can read it." Wang Beitai took out a letter, and the envelope was printed with the words of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee, which should not be fake.

The truth was revealed, Wang Beitai was acquitted, but the whistleblower Ye Qian was severely educated by the comrades of the security department, saying that he made something out of nothing, framed his classmates, and added chaos to the construction of socialist colleges and universities.

"Is it wrong for me to tighten the strings of the class struggle and maintain a high level of vigilance?" Ye Qiantian was not afraid, and directly called at Section Chief Zhang, he still didn't believe it, a bourgeois young master could have so much energy to make the school guard department willing to be his lackey.

"Go back and write a review, it must be profound." Section Chief Zhang disdained to debate with one of his students Ye Qian left angrily, and when he returned to the dormitory, Wang Beitai was eating cookies with his roommates, and greeted him warmly: "Xiao Ye, come and eat cream cookies." ”

"Don't eat it." Ye Qian bluntly refused, climbed up to the bunk and covered his head with the quilt covered, the laughter below stimulated his nerves, he couldn't stand it, took the pen and manuscript paper and left, and slammed the door before going out, scolding in his heart: "These poor worms who are corroded by sugar-coated shells." ”

"What's wrong with Ye Qian today? It's like taking gunpowder. Everyone was very puzzled, Wang Beitai was also very strange, he didn't know that Ye Qian's secret was arrested tonight.

Ye Qian came to the street lamp outside, wrote a report letter with great effort, and handed it over to the school party committee in person the next day.

After three days, there was no response, and just when Ye Qian wanted to find a theory, the school's Youth League Committee dismissed him from his position as the general branch of the Russian Language Department.

Ye Qian realized that Wang Beitai's identity was not ordinary, he learned from the pain, let go of the knot, and began to approach Wang Beitai, moving closer to him, borrowing a note and helping to get hot water or something.

After the school leaders knew that Wang Beitai's biological father was the first secretary of the current provincial party committee, they took great care of this student, and under the arrangement of the Youth League Committee, Wang Beitai was elected as the secretary of the general branch of the Russian Youth League in the next session.

Wang Beitai was excited, and took out money to invite the students to eat Western food in the Moscow restaurant on Jiefang Road, and a large male and female students happily came to the deserted Western restaurant, but were told by the waiter that eating Western food not only requires money, but also food stamps.

"I have food stamps." Wang Beitai took out a stack of food stamps and threw them on the counter.

The students went into the cafeteria to find a spot, picked up the menu and browsed it, and their saliva was dripping, but the waiter told them that there was nothing written on it, and only bread and borscht could be served.

"Then bread and borscht, one guest per person, and two bottles of red wine." Wang Beitai is very cool.

The classmates cheered again, Ye Qian was also among them, and their hearts were sour.

Just as the students were feasting on the so-called Western food, an elderly couple in their fifties also came to the Moscow restaurant, ordered a bread and borscht, found a corner and ate slowly, and finally wiped the soup base with bread and ate it.

This couple is Mu Yichen, the former general manager of Jiangbei Iron and Steel Plant, and his wife Che Qiuling, who has been with him for many years, both of them are from Shanghai, graduated from St. John's University, and have developed a petty-bourgeois lifestyle habit of going to the restaurant once a week since they were teenagers.

Mu Yichen has stepped aside and no longer holds the leadership position of the steel plant, but his retirement salary is still there, and it is not low, but he has too many people to support, and a large group of grandchildren and grandchildren need to be helped by the old couple.

The family has a large population, no matter how big the house is, it is not enough to live, and the grandchildren are when they are growing up, and they are hungry for every ton of food, but the food stamps are quantitative, and they don't sell it if they want to buy more grain, but fortunately, Mu Yichen's family has a thick foundation, and there are a lot of woolen suits and coats in the wardrobe, dozens of pairs of leather shoes and boots, gold and silver jewelry in jewelry boxes, and Swiss watches, which can be exchanged for money to buy high-priced grain.

Every once in a while, Mu Yichen would take out a piece of clothing or shoes from the closet and go to the thrift store, exchange for money, and go directly to the grocery store to buy high-priced pastries for his grandchildren.

The thrift store is actually the pawnshop in the past, the economy of Beitai is developed, there are many pawnshops, after the liberation, some pawnshop owners were executed by the suppression, and the rest were also closed, and when the public-private partnership was taken away by the government, it was changed into a thrift store.

The state-run thrift store recently issued a regulation that the sale of used goods must hold a household registration book, and to sell a thing, a small stamp is placed on the household registration book, and within three months, Mu Yichen's household registration book is almost full, so he has to borrow the household registration book of his eldest son's family, which has set up a separate door, and continue to dump old goods.

As the saying goes, the poor play with gold and the rich play with watches, and the poor finally earn some money, and they are busy changing to gold and hiding them at the bottom of the box in case of emergency. The rich don't have this concern, they can buy some expensive luxury goods, such as various brands of Swiss watches, Mu Yichen has watches such as Lange, Bauber, Piaget, Rolex, Langqin, etc., and the low-end Inag, Meihua, etc. are sold out, and it is time for good watches.

Mu Yichen thought about it and thought about it again and again, he couldn't bear any piece, but if he didn't sell the watch, he wouldn't have to eat, and his grandchildren would have to be swollen like other people's children, and finally he took out his Rolex to sell it at the thrift store, and when he came to the thrift store, the salesman had already known him, and greeted him warmly: "Old comrade, you are here again, what are you selling this time?" ”

"Watch." Mu Yichen took out the Rolex watch box, the leather box is a velvet backing, very luxurious, very high-end, this salesman is good at identifying the quality of the silk texture, there is no research on the watch, you need to ask a professional master to go out.

The thrift store still raised some masters, these masters were in the pawnshop when they were in the old society, what good things have not been seen, and they know that they are Rolex watches at a glance, and the maintenance is not bad, at least sell for a hundred yuan.

The clerk said, "Old comrade, there is not so much money in the store, you wait a minute, we will go to the bank to get the money." ”

Mu Yichen nodded and sat down to wait, and another customer came in outside, holding a brown leather jacket, and at a glance, this is not Chen Zikun's eldest son Chen Bei.

It turned out that Chen Bei also came to the thrift store to sell clothes, and the B3 jacket worn by the bomber pilots he was engaged in when he served in the Kuomintang Air Force was a combination of fur and very warm, but it was a little moth-eaten.

"Such a good dress, how good it is to keep it for the winter." Mu Yichen touched the leather coat, it was a pity.

Chen Beidao: "In winter, there are cotton coats issued by the factory, and there is no need to wear leather clothes, and this is the clothes of the Kuomintang Air Force, which looks good, but it does not conform to the aesthetics of the proletariat. ”

The clerk looked at Chen Bei's leather coat and offered a high price of thirty yuan, Chen Bei happily agreed, accepted the banknote and continued to chat with Mu Yichen.

While chatting, two public security policemen came in outside, their eagle-like eyes swept over the two, and the clerk pointed at Mu Yichen and said: "It's him, selling old goods at two ends in three days, speculating, and destroying the socialist economic order." ”

"Come with us." The police grabbed Mu Yichen and left.

"Comrade, wait." Chen Bei stopped him and showed his work card: "I am from the security department of Chenguang Factory, I know this old comrade, he is not a bad person, he sells all the old things at home, he has a lot of family, and he can't eat, so he often runs to the thrift store, which is also a helpless thing." ”

The police looked at Chen Bei's work card, and really gave face, and said with a tiger face: "Pay attention next time." With that, he left.

Mu Yichen was in a very bad mood, and he didn't sell watches anymore, and when he went out, Chen Bei walked with him and persuaded: "Uncle Mu, don't be angry, it's like this now, the strings of class struggle are tightened, and there are no enemies and they want to create enemies." ”

"How dare I be angry, our family composition is not good, it is indicated on the household registration, the capitalist family, and the salesman suspects me of speculation." Mu Yichen sighed.

Chen Bei couldn't help but stop, looking at Uncle Mu who was in the wind in the jade tree in the past, he was not yet sixty years old, but his temples were gray and his steps were faltering.

"Uncle Mu, I'll help you sell it, they don't dare to do anything to me." Chen Bei chased after him.

Mu Yichen said: "That's ...... Not okay? ”

Chen Beidao: "There's nothing bad about it, it's so decided." ”