Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 1034: Help if you can

Gu Baoheng was already very interested, but he would not show it like a greenhorn. Instead, he talked about other things and clinked glasses with Wang Mengqun.

That night, Gu Baoheng contacted Jinling through the radio he carried with him.

Just downstairs from them was a special listening and radio surveillance team.

As for their code encryption, we can only say that the encryption level of official correspondence in Nanjing is not even a younger brother compared to the encryption level of military telegrams, but at most a grandson.

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The junction of Bazhou and Tianjin.

The firewood burned in the fire, making crackling sounds.

The smoke rising from the cooking stove is reassuring to watch.

Han Dagang has been here for half a month, and it is inevitable that he misses home a little.

For someone who has struggled for half his life, finally having a home is the most comfortable place in the world. (Han Dagang has a wife, the previous part was wrong.)

Especially the two-grain pancakes made by my wife, the side that sticks to the pan is always golden and crispy, while the other side is soft and delicious, dipped in some vegetable soup...

"Uncle Han, Uncle Han?"

Han Dagang came back to his senses, looked at the half-grown child in front of him, smiled and reached out to rub his head, "Zhenye, are you here to teach me how to read again?"

Yang Congxuan and his son survived well in this temporary relief center. According to Yang Zhenye's own judgment, he had gained at least two or three pounds of weight in the past ten days.

Lin Ze ordered to lower the standard of disaster relief food, which has become a rare delicacy for many people!

If hot porridge nourishes people's bodies, then the oil floating in the porridge soothes people's souls.

Even the most desperate person, when he picks up the bowl and looks at the lovely oil flowers one after another, will feel the hope of living!

Han Dagang had a liking for this bold and careful child, and the two almost became friends. After learning that Han Dagang was learning to read, Yang Zhenye volunteered to be Han Dagang's "teacher" in his spare time.

He said confidently: "My father is educated. He taught me since I was a child, so I am educated too!"

Han Dagang looked at Yang Zhenye, who was drawing squares on the ground, pulled him up, and put his arm around his shoulders. "Zhenye, where are you and your father going from now on?"

Yang Zhenye thought for a moment, "I heard I'll be assigned to work in a factory. It's good to be able to work and eat, but I don't know if I can study. Forget it. If I study, I can't work and earn money..."

"If you have the opportunity, you should still study. I heard the captain of our joint defense team say that even if you become a worker in the future, those who have studied more will do better, and those who have studied less will do worse. Moreover, there are more and more factories in Tianjin now, and there are more and more children of workers. I heard that many factories have built schools."

Yang Zhenye blinked, "So, as long as my dad can go to work, I can go to school?"

Han Dagang shook his head. "Every factory is different, and where you go is even more different! Not every factory has a school. I'll show you a way. See that cook on the east side? He works at the Tanggu Port construction site. Maybe he has connections. If you could get to the port construction site, that would be great. Not only would you have good food, good accommodation, and good wages, but there would also be a special school there where you could study!"

Yang Zhenye displayed a maturity far beyond his peers. "We have no relationship at all, so why would he help us? Uncle Han, could you please help me find out? I see he's not young anymore. I wonder if he's married or has children? If not, I can recognize him as my godfather and take care of him in his old age. It's not that I'm looking for help from him, but he's been taking good care of me these days. Every time he serves me rice, he fills it up and sometimes even gives me half a bowl extra! Look, I've gained weight!"

Han Dagang was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter and rubbed Yang Zhenye's head, "You, you, you are young, but you are really experienced!"

On the other side, in the shed used to register disaster victims, Yang Congxuan was working diligently.

At first, he could only assist other clerks. Two days later, the officers of the Auxiliary Management Bureau found that Yang Congxuan had good handwriting and was a meticulous person, so they set up another "office" and let Yang Congxuan register others separately.

After a busy day, by the evening, the number of disaster victims coming to the relief center gradually decreased.

"Lao Yang, Lao Yang, go eat. You've been busy all afternoon. You must be starving, right?"

Wei Xiuyong, the person in charge of the Coordination Bureau here, came to call Yang Congxuan.

Yang Congxuan quickly stood up and said, "Captain Wei, I ate a lot this morning, how could you be starving? I've been able to survive without food for several days before."

"That's because you have a good son, otherwise he would have been lying on the side of the road long ago."

Yang Congxuan smiled proudly.

If someone praises him, Yang Congxuan will definitely be humble to the end, but if someone praises his son, Yang Congxuan can no longer be humble no matter what.

"Old Yang, the higher-ups have sent more people over. It's not a good idea for you to keep helping out here. You need to find a job somewhere else. I'll have him arrange something for you in the next two days. Don't worry, we have a relationship. I'll try to find a good place for you. The port construction site is a bit tight, but there's still hope."

Yang Congxuan hesitated for a moment, then spoke nervously, "Captain Wei, you've already helped us so much. I'm really embarrassed to ask you again, but I just want to ask, I want to ask..."

Wei Xiuyong was a straightforward person. "Old Yang, just say whatever you want to say."

"Captain Wei, are you short of staff at the Assistance Bureau? I can read and do the job. I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue. Let me do odd jobs. Captain Wei, I see you have a lot of copying and writing work, so I can do it. I'm strong and can learn to shoot. I... although I've never met Director Lin, he's so kind and saved us all, so I want to work with him!"

Yang Congxuan's speech gradually became incoherent, but his eyes were firm.

At first, Wei Xiuyong gradually frowned, but when he heard the last sentence, his brows relaxed again.

He patted Yang Congxuan's shoulder.

"Lao Yang, I'm just a small captain. Do you know how big the Assistance Bureau is? I'm just an insignificant soldier."

Yang Congxuan lowered his head, "I understand, Captain Wei, thank you!"

"But I can report this to the higher-ups. Whether they agree to recruit you or not is not my business."

Yang Congxuan raised his head suddenly, then knelt on the ground, "Captain Wei, if you can just say a word, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life!"

Wei Xiuyong looked at Yang Congxuan, then at Yang Zhenye who was chatting with Lao Han in the distance.

Dragging Yang Congxuan up from the ground, "Alright, let's go eat, Old Yang, I have a son too... If your son becomes successful in the future, ahem, well, I'll help him if I can."