Returning to the dormitory, Cheng Jemin's heart was still warm. Although at the beginning, his interaction with Tang Zhengshan was entirely to pave a path for his future, after truly engaging with him, he felt that Tang Zhengshan was worth befriending. Without mentioning anything else, this person was relatively pure and good-natured.
Of course, people change, and future relationships would require his own efforts to maintain. However, with such a good start, he would save a lot of trouble in the future.
Looking at the somewhat old black diary, Cheng Jemin took out the black diary that Zheng Yuanhong had given him today. After a moment of contemplation, he wrote on it: "On a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, it rained..."
Under the influence of a slight buzz, Cheng Jemin wrote a diary entry in a flowing manner. Putting down the pen, he compared the two diaries and found that the handwriting was almost identical, even the curves of the characters were like they were carved from the same mold.
Without this old diary, would he have written this diary, and how would he have written it?
Holding the teacup, this thought wildly appeared in Cheng Jemin's mind. As this thought emerged, a line of text popped up: "On a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, it rained, Pang Xiaoguang came to inform me..."
Thinking about the content of that diary entry, Cheng Jemin's heart twitched. The last bit of doubt about the mysterious diary disappeared completely.
At this time tomorrow, he would probably be stripped of his position in the unit. Holding the diary, Cheng Jemin's heart twitched for no reason.
However, this moment of weakness was quickly cast aside. He silently shouted in his heart: "Cheng Jemin, your fate has already been reversed. If nothing goes wrong, the decision to send you to support agriculture should be announced tomorrow. Although you are suppressed in the Water Resources Department, you can still carve out a path in the countryside."
Thinking this, Cheng Jemin stroked the black diary and felt a surge of confidence.
Lying in bed, Cheng Jemin read the diary again. When he read about his father selling the family's only donkey as a dowry for his wedding, his eyes moistened again.
He could no longer remember the appearance of the family's donkey, but he knew one thing: the donkey was the family's treasure. For a family that lived by farming, the donkey was indispensable during the planting season. He absolutely could not let his father make such a decision again!
Looking at the black diary, Cheng Jemin felt a strong dissatisfaction with the diary writer. Why didn't you record which lottery numbers won, or when and where someone found a valuable antique for a few dozen yuan? If so, he could have been more financially comfortable.
Thinking about these complaints, Cheng Jemin couldn't help but chuckle. Human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant, a fundamental nature. He had just used the diary to reverse his fate of being sidelined at work, and now he was complaining that it didn't give him more money.
Laughing, Cheng Jemin prepared to rest. He placed the thick diary on the head of the bed and was about to turn off the light. But at that moment, he inexplicably flipped through the later part of the diary.
Although the later part didn't record much and mostly consisted of scattered life details, which were not as important to him now, he couldn't resist reading it.
While reading, he wondered: Would mobile phones really become as widespread as flashlights today? Would house prices really skyrocket as recorded?
"… On a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, it was sunny. In the evening, Chen Tuchuan invited a few old classmates for drinks. This guy is really rich; he even booked the top floor of the Hao Di International. He was one of the first to go into business, becoming a big boss in the 1990s, and now his real estate company is the largest in the province…"
"The wine was Maotai, which I haven't had in a long time. Damn, a bottle of wine costs me a month's salary. It's really not something I can afford. Chen Tuchuan, after drinking a lot, started boasting about his success. He said that when he graduated, his construction company faced the biggest crisis. As the boss, he only had twenty yuan in his pocket, and the workers who were demanding wages blocked him at home. He even thought about committing suicide…"
"Thought about committing suicide!" Repeating this phrase, Cheng Jemin's mind suddenly stirred. But he then mocked himself: "Chen Tuchuan only had twenty yuan left, and I only have a hundred or so yuan in my pocket."
Putting down the diary, Cheng Jemin lay in bed, feeling particularly excited. The part about Chen Tuchuan kept flashing in his mind. His sharp intuition told him this was an opportunity. If he could help Chen Tuchuan with some money, he could definitely get a share in Chen Tuchuan's company.
But where could he get the money? Although he had been working for more than half a year, Cheng Jemin was still short of money. His salary was low, about two hundred yuan a month, and with the family's needs, he only had a hundred or so yuan in his pocket.
This small amount of money was enough for food but not for anything else.
As the alcohol took effect, Cheng Jemin soon fell into a deep sleep.
When the first ray of sunlight entered the window, Cheng Jemin woke up. Seeing his underpants bulging, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: the diary mentioned many things about life but didn't mention his wife's name.
Although the wife in the diary was virtuous, calling her only "wife" was a bit difficult for Cheng Jemin.
Could it be her? Thinking of that youthful, vibrant figure, Cheng Jemin felt a surge of heat. But Comrade Cheng, being a man of self-control, quickly suppressed this thought.
After a quick wash and a look in the mirror, Cheng Jemin quickly went down to the dormitory. As he went down, the single dormitory area of the Water Resources Department was already bustling with people washing their faces, brushing their teeth, and cooking.
"Director Cheng, do you have a place to eat in the morning? If not, you can have a meal with me."
"Brother, my wife made soy milk today, let's have it together!"
Warm greetings flooded over Cheng Jemin as he passed by. Although it was a single dormitory, most of the residents were already married, but due to the lack of family housing in the Water Resources Department, they had to live here.
According to the diary, he would also live such a life and be the last to move out of this dormitory. These people were so warm to him because he was Secretary Chen's assistant. Once Secretary Chen was transferred, this glory would be blown away by the wind.
Although this thought flashed in his mind, Cheng Jemin still smiled and greeted his neighbors. After eating a breakfast of fried dough sticks and soy milk at a familiar stall, Cheng Jemin hurried to the office.
Cleaning Secretary Chen's office, a thought lingered in Cheng Jemin's mind. Today was already the second day, and the news of Secretary Chen's transfer should be announced tomorrow. On the second day of his term as secretary, should he do something? With only one day left, what could he do?
Thinking about this, Cheng Jemin's mind again flashed with Chen Tuchuan's name. Chen Tuchuan's business acumen was far beyond the ordinary, and he would expand his business in the future. Based on his understanding of Chen Tuchuan from their student days, Cheng Jemin felt that Chen Tuchuan was quite loyal. If he could help Chen Tuchuan when his company was in trouble, even if his career didn't go well, his life wouldn't be too hard.
This opportunity would not come again! But where could he get the money now? The Water Resources Department had some money, but even Secretary Chen couldn't touch it.
While planning ways to get money, Cheng Jemin skillfully cleaned Secretary Chen's office. When he placed the green tea on Secretary Chen's desk, his morning routine was complete.
Looking at the clean office, Cheng Jemin suddenly felt that if he could continue doing this cleaning work, it would be quite a happy life. After all, this work meant he was under the protection of a big tree.
"Director Cheng." As Cheng Jemin walked out of Secretary Chen's office, he saw Tang Zhengshan and Secretary Gao standing in the corridor, looking a bit nervous. From their expressions, they had been there for some time.
Cheng Jemin quickly walked over, warmly invited them into his office, and poured them tea.
"Director Cheng, we've just had breakfast, no need to trouble you. This is our county's report. Please review it and see if there are any inappropriate parts." Gao Ziqing took out a handwritten manuscript from his black bag and said to Cheng Jemin with a flattering tone.
Cheng Jemin didn't hesitate, taking the manuscript and saying, "Sure, I'll take a look. Secretary Chen's time is tight, so the report needs to be solid, eye-catching, and concise."
While reading the manuscript and thinking about Gao Ziqing, Cheng Jemin's mind stirred.
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