Great Power Army Reclamation

Anhua Building has been a status symbol in Beijing since the 1970s. In fact, this is Tongzi Building. Different families live on both sides of the wide corridor.

Most of these buildings have two bedrooms and one living room, with central heating, liquefied petroleum gas, and a separate bathroom for washing.

People who can live in such a building will not have a low salary, because in those days public housing was still available, and most people in the capital lived in large courtyards. The rent is one or two yuan a month.

The rent for this kind of Anhua building costs more than ten yuan, so even if people with low wages give it to you, you can't afford it.

However, by the 1990s, this kind of building had gradually begun to decline. People with status began to move out slowly, while wealthy people went to buy more spacious houses.

After knocking on the door, a middle-aged woman stuck her head out and looked at them warily: "Who are you looking for?"

The woman has an average appearance, in her forties, with fine wrinkles on her face. Her hair is casually draped over her shoulders, but she has a bookish air that makes her look very virtuous.

"Let's look for Batu." Ulan said and looked inside through the crack of the open door.

The woman was stunned for a moment. She naturally knew who Batu was, and then slowly opened the door and let them in. Her original intention was not to let them in, but she was afraid that Ulan would get emotional and shout, causing the neighbors to watch the fun.

Batu, who was eating, saw that Ulan was a little flustered for a moment and knocked over the bowl.

A girl next to him pulled him into her arms and comforted him: "Don't be afraid of safety, I have a sister here."

The girl wore the school emblem of the National People's Congress on her chest, and there was a hint of fierceness in her eyebrows: "Who are you? Why did you come to my house? If you don't say anything, I will call the police."

Batu buried his face in the girl's arms and did not dare to look up.

An Hui sighed: "Let's go out and let the children finish their food."

The four people walked out of the house and came to a small garden in the yard. There were several stone tables and benches here.

An Hui glanced at Wu Lan and couldn't help but praise: "You are so beautiful. No wonder you gave birth to such a beautiful son."

Wulan's eyes were red and his lips were trembling, but he didn't know what to say?

"You know he is Batu's mother, why don't you return the child to her? Why are you so pretentious?" Yang Geyong said angrily.

An Hui glanced at Yang Geyong with a stern expression: "First of all, when the child was delivered, I thought that I didn't know his identity. Wang Dongjian said he was an orphan and went through the adoption procedures with me."

"And in the past three years, I have been better to him than to my own daughter. He is also very close to me. Can you tell me that I have done something wrong?"

Anhui's conversation is very calm and organized, without any fuss.

At this time, her eyes turned to Ulan: "I can understand the mood of a mother, because I am also a mother. But I think your situation is not very good. Although you are wearing a brand-name bag, it does not match your temperament at all. Are you sure you can give Safety a stable life?"

"Yes, your condition is nothing to be honest. Not only can my sister give her child better things than you in the capital, she can also send him to study abroad at any time." Ye Yuze saw An Hui's superiority in his heart and stood up for Ulan.

But Ulan lowered her head and remained silent. She didn't know what was in her mind. After a long time, she asked: "Can you promise that you will treat Batu well in the future?"

An Hui looked at her firmly: "His name is An An, and he is the only son of Wang Dongjian and I. Although Wang Dongjian is a beast, he is really good to his son."

Ulan took out a card from his pocket: "This is all my savings in the past few years. You can use it to buy something for Batu."

An Hui shook her head: "I know your life is not easy, and I am not short of money. You should keep it for yourself."

"They are all women. I promise you, I will tell everyone everything about you. In fact, he will also remember you. When he turns eighteen, let him choose everything by himself. When he is still young When he comes, let’s make an agreement not to let him bear things that he shouldn’t bear at this age, okay?”

Anhui's words were very sincere, and even Ye Yuze could tell that Anhui really liked this son.

"It must be taken away. There is no room for negotiation on this point. Our Northern Xinjiang children do not need to grow up in this cage-like place." Yang Geyong couldn't help but made another comment.

An Hui glanced at him: "Wang Dongjian is his father, and I am his adoptive mother. Who are you?"

"Okay, stop talking, let the child stay here, let's go back!" Ulan seemed to understand what was going on, stood up and said.

At this time, Anhui took out a bank card from her pocket: "This is a little bit of my sister's kindness. It is my own money. You can use the subsidy to live on."

Ulan shook his head: "I won't sell the child. As long as the child can be well in the future, I will give up anything."

The three of them were a little confused when they walked onto the street. Ye Yuze was about to stop the car and go to live in Beihai, but was stopped by Ulan: "Go back, go back and drive, life must go on."

On the way back, Ulan remained silent. Don't know what you're thinking about? But Ye Yuze could tell that the sorrow that had been condensed in her brows had dissipated. I'm afraid she was rethinking her life.

"Sister Wulan, go to Junken City and pick a career you like there, and I will help you arrange it."

Ulan shook his head: "Actually, I don't drive just for money. I like this profession. I see different scenery and feel different temperatures every day. It makes me feel much better."

Ye Yuze did not persuade him again, but Yang Geyong said bitterly: "I will not let this Wang Dong go when he sees him!"

Wang Dongjian, who was in the gentle village, suddenly sneezed, muttered, hugged the pretty beauty next to him and fell asleep again.

Today's Wang Dongjian can be said to be successful and famous. He has more money than he can spend in a lifetime, and as a famous entrepreneur, he donates money to charity from time to time.

So he is not only a celebrity in Yining, but also in Northern Xinjiang, and often appears on the screen at various events.

His steel factory has developed into one of the large enterprises in northern Xinjiang and has opened some branches. So now he can sit back and split the money.

He doesn't necessarily go back to the capital once a year. His wife looks down on him, but she can't live without his money.

He doesn't care about this. His wife is taking care of his daughter and children, and she is definitely much better at taking care of them than he is.

His daughter is already a college student, and he really doesn't care whether his son will be successful in the future. Someone has to inherit such a big company?

But it's always good to have higher quality. You can't be like yourself. Sometimes you are just like the nouveau riche. No matter how rich you are, you are looked down upon by some kids from the capital.