Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

But in order to prevent any future troubles, he thinks it is worth it.

Of course, saying this may give people a sense of being both right and wrong, but he really thinks so.

At the same time, in a secret courtyard in Sijiu City.

Several middle-aged people were chatting together.

Just then, a soldier hurried in, handed a document to one of the middle-aged men, and whispered something in his ear.

The middle-aged man was startled when he heard this, and he looked at the information handed to him by his subordinates. There was no sign of anything unusual on his serious and earnest face. After a long time, after reading the information, he put it down and couldn't help but slapping the table.

"What nonsense! What nonsense! A good person is engaging in these romantic affairs. What else can this be but nonsense?"

"What's wrong? Lao Qian, what made you so angry?"

A middle-aged man looked at his old comrade-in-arms losing his temper and asked curiously.

He knew that his old comrade-in-arms rarely lost his temper, but now he got so angry just after reading a document, which made him feel itchy.

"Hmph, look for yourself!"

As Lao Qian spoke, he seemed to be still angry and threw the document directly to his comrade beside him. Seeing this, the other two comrades couldn't help but come over.

The middle-aged man took the document and began to read it under the gaze of his two comrades. After he finished reading it, he smiled and said, "Good fellow, this boy is really a sentimental person! But even so, Old Qian, you shouldn't be so angry!"

After reading it, the other two comrades also smiled and agreed: "Not bad, Lao Qian, after all, young people are in love, isn't this a very normal thing?"

"Yes, Old Qian, after all, no one is perfect, and this little guy is a rare talent. We can't be so demanding when it comes to treating talents, right?"

With the persuasion of several other comrades, Lao Qian calmed down his anger a little, but he was still angry.

"You guys don't know shit. This kid is a talent that the higher-ups are paying special attention to. They were planning to use him, but now he's caused such a scene. If the higher-ups blame him, who can take the responsibility?"

"Old Qian, what you said is wrong. I think what this kid did is very much to my liking. As the saying goes, I love the country more than I love the beauty. Isn't this a perfect template for the protagonist?"

"Okay, Old Wu, just stop talking. Don't you see that Old Qian doesn't want to talk to you anymore?"

At this time, the middle-aged man saw that Lao Qian was about to get angry again, and couldn't help but try to persuade him.

He naturally knew why Old Wu said that. After all, when he joined the army, Old Wu also came from a wealthy family and was accustomed to such things.

Not to mention that he himself once had two concubines, even though Beijing had been liberated for three or four years, the remaining capitalists all had wives and concubines.

Compared to them, Zhou Tian's situation is already good.

"Oh, I really don't know what this little guy was thinking. He clearly had a bright future, but it was ruined just like that!"

Although Lao Qian wanted to get angry, he also knew that this kind of thing was a personal choice, and since it had already happened, even if he wanted to remind the little guy, it was probably too late.

"Okay, Old Qian, this kind of thing is not something you can participate in. After all, this is the little guy's own choice. In fact, I think the little guy's choice seems very interesting!"

The middle-aged man first comforted Lao Qian, and then spoke thoughtfully.

"There's nothing wrong with that. This kid is simply disregarding the discipline and party spirit of the organization. If he does this, he will never be reused again unless he makes tremendous contributions!"

Old Qian still spoke with some indignation.

"Alright, alright! Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying all this? Old Qian, what are you going to do about this? Do you need to report it?"

The middle-aged man asked calmly.

"We must report it. After all, when it comes to this little guy, many things are not trivial!"

Upon hearing this, Old Qian nodded helplessly. He was now having a headache, wondering if he would be implicated if the higher-ups knew what the little guy did.

Time passed quickly, and after chatting for half an hour, they began to disperse.

The middle-aged man and Old Wu left the courtyard together and sat in a jeep together.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes sparkled with wisdom. Recalling the comments about Zhou Tian in the document, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect to meet such an interesting little guy this time!"

Old Wu, who was driving, also smiled and said, "Old Hu, what are you talking about? What do you mean by interesting? Are you talking about the little guy in the file just now?"

"Exactly. Don't you think this little guy is very interesting?"

Old Hu couldn't help but smile as he listened to his old comrade's words.

"It's really interesting, but to be honest, it would be hard for an average person to make the same decision as the little guy!"

He himself was once a prodigal son, so naturally he admired Zhou Tian's approach.

"hehe!"

When Lao Hu heard his old comrade say this, he did not refute, but there was an inexplicable depth of meaning in his eyes.

“Maybe sometimes, this is also a kind of wisdom!”

Zhou Tian naturally didn't know that just because he had just promised Qin Huairu, some people would become interested in him, nor did he know that some people had seen through his purpose.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, he would never look down on anyone of this era. Everyone who could survive the old society was a shrewd person.

After eating at Qin Huairu's house, Zhou Tian left. He had no intention of having any real relationship with Qin Huairu now. He would not make such a mistake without sorting out all the relationships.

At the very least, he wanted to know what his superiors thought of his behavior. If he lost his position as director of the machinery factory because of it, it would be a loss.

When he got home, Shen Yulin had not come back yet. Zhou Tian first went to the main room to check on the three children, then returned to the west wing and went upstairs to see Sanxiao who was doing his homework.

"Xiaohao, how are you doing? Are you used to the Peking University Affiliated High School?"

Seeing Zhou Hao doing his homework, Zhou Tian pulled over a chair, sat next to him and asked.

Due to his busy work, he hasn't seen Zhou Hao for a month, so he naturally wants to ask about his second brother's recent academic progress.

"It's fine, brother. The teachers like me very much!"

Zhou Hao, who was doing his homework, stopped when he heard his elder brother's question, and turned to Zhou Tian and said.

Perhaps it was because Zhou Hao had grown up, and unconsciously, there was a hint of alienation in the tone of their voices.

"That's good! Peking University High School is indeed a good school. You must study hard!"

Feeling that the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong, Zhou Tian didn't know what to say for a moment. He laughed awkwardly and reached out to touch his head, but stopped.

"Yes, brother, I know!"

Zhou Hao nodded and said seriously.