Impersonation

  Lin Zhenhua still didn't have the courage to take his relationship with Yang Xin a step further. In that era, kissing a girl was a very big deal, which basically meant you had to marry her. Lin Zhenhua wasn't psychologically prepared for this, so he just simulated the action of getting close to Yang Xin in his heart, but didn't actually do anything in reality.

  Yang Xinyi dazedly returned home, took out the 200 yuan from her pocket and handed it over to her parents, which gave Yang Chunshan and his wife a fright.

  "Xiao Xin, where did you get so much money from?"

  "Hmm... it was given to me by Little Hua Ge."

  "Why did he give you money?" Yang Chunshan asked in surprise.

  "Has he bullied you?" Wei Suping's imagination was extremely rich, and she immediately thought of some scenes that were not suitable for children. 200 yuan, if Lin Zhenhua hadn't made a serious mistake that couldn't be taken back, why would he suddenly take out 200 yuan to give to Yang Xin?

  "No!" Yang Xin naturally knew what her mother meant, and she blushed all over her face as she denied it, "What are you guys thinking?"

  "But why did he want to give you money?" Yang Chunshan asked further.

  "Dad, Mom, you know what? Little Hua is making a lot of money now."

  "How did he make his money?"

  "Isn't Jin Gongche, the bear who used to be in the transportation team with Xiao Hua, didn't he quit his job to do business? Actually, Xiao Hua is his partner. When Xiao Hua was a soldier, he rescued someone who had fallen into the water and now that person has become rich and is a big shot. Jin Gongche's business is also thanks to this person's help, so there's also a share for Xiao Hua in it." Yang Xinting explained all this, which she had heard from Lin Zhenhua.

  "I heard that Little Bear is doing business and has actually made a lot of money. In just a few months, he's earned at least over a thousand yuan." Wei Suping said to Yang Chunshan.

  Yang Xin covered her mouth and smiled, saying in a low voice: "Dad, Mom, I'm telling you, don't spread it around. Xiao Hua Ge said that Little Xiong can earn at least 2,000 yuan per month."

  "Wow, so many!" Yang Chunshan and his wife were shocked, their reaction was exactly the same as Yang Xinchu's when he first heard the news.

  "It's true, isn't it? The things he sells have huge profits." Yang Xin said.

  "That... didn't Xiao Hua also make a lot of money? Xiao Xin, did he tell you how much he made?" Wei Suping asked.

  "No." Yang Xin shook her head, "But he said this money is to thank our family, saying that in the past you two have always taken care of him and Xiaofang. Now that he has made some money, he wants to show his filial piety to you both. He also said that Mom and Dad are now middle-aged, need to strengthen their nutrition, or else when they get old, their bodies will be in poor condition. And Xiao Tao is currently growing up, needs to eat a bit better too. Anyway, his intention was to let us use this money for food."

  Yang Chunshan and Wei Suping exchanged a glance, Yang Chunshan asked tentatively: "Xiao Xin, do you mean to say that he won't just give you money this one time, but might also give it to you in the future?"

  Yang Xin nodded, feeling both shy and sweet about her lover's generous gift. Being able to make her parents and brother live a better life because of Lin Zhenhua made her feel very proud.

  Wei Suping took out two 10-yuan bills from the money and handed them to Yang Xin, saying: "Here's 20 yuan for your pocket money. I'll put the rest away, thank Xiaohua for us."

  "Uh-huh." Yang Xin replied with her head lowered.

  After Yang Xin returned to her own room, Yang Chunshan and his wife looked at each other with a happy expression on their faces.

  "Old Yang, does this count as a betrothal gift from Xiao Hua?"

  "It seems like Little Hua is showing filial piety to his father-in-law ahead of time. This kid really has a good heart."

  "How much money did Little Hua make?"

  "How was I supposed to know?"

  "Do you think Xiaoxin knows?"

  "Even if she knew, she wouldn't tell us. Girls are outgoing, now they're helping that side."

  "Look what you're saying, didn't Little Xin give us all the money? This money might have been given to her by Little Hua as pocket money, and she handed it all over to her family."

  "This son-in-law is really good..."

  Lin Zhenhua didn't think much about giving Yang Xin money. He was always a willing helper, with limited material needs for himself, and would often try to make his loved ones and friends live a better life. He thought it was natural to give some money to the Yang family after he became wealthy. If not for fear of being too abrupt, he even considered giving some money to Hu Yang to improve their living conditions. However, this idea only flashed through Lin Zhenhua's mind, as randomly giving people money would be unacceptable to anyone.

  Because of Peng Jun's suicide, Peng Gang took several days off. When he returned to the gold processing workshop, his face had thinned out and his entire spirit was different, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

  "Master Peng, can I still speak today?" Lin Zhenhua asked, noticing that Master Peng was in a bad mood.

  "Kobayashi, I've been operating the machine tool these days and there are some problems that I haven't figured out. Can you concentrate on explaining them to me today?" Peng Gang said, as if his son's matter didn't exist at all.

  Lin Zhenhua felt a bit surprised, but still nodded and said: "No problem, Master Peng, go ahead and ask. I'm free today anyway, let's discuss it together."

  Peng Gang walked up to the MK800, started the machine, and began asking Lin Zhenhua questions one after another, all of which he had encountered during operation in the previous few days. Lin Zhenhua concentrated his mind and answered Peng Gang's questions seriously. Yang Xin stood aside, listening to their conversation and absorbing the knowledge she needed.

  It's almost time to get off work, Peng Gang has asked all his questions, he nodded gratefully to Lin Zhenhua and said: "Xiao Lin, thank you so much, if I didn't ask these questions clearly, there would always be a knot in my heart."

  "What's next?" Lin Zhenhua listened to this and felt that something was off. "Master Peng, what do you mean by this?"

  Peng Gang didn't answer, he just gently stroked the MK800 and muttered to himself: "What a great machine, I've spent my whole life operating such high-end machines, it's not a waste of being a machinist."

  As he spoke, a turbid tear suddenly welled up in Peng Gang's eyes and rolled down his face, dropping onto the sleek metal casing of the MK800.

  "Master Peng, what's wrong?" Lin Zhenhua and Yang Xin asked in unison.

  Peng Gang turned around, his face already streaked with old tears. He said sorrowfully: "I originally thought that I could still operate the milling machine for at least another 10 years, but now... Xiao Lin, I'm really sorry to have wasted so much of your time teaching me. I'll be retiring soon and won't have any more chances to operate this machine."

  "Retire!" Lin Zhenhua said in shock, "Master Peng, aren't you only 49 years old? How can you talk about retirement?"

  "Xiao Jun's situation, you all know about it. He doesn't have a formal job, so it's impossible to talk about marriage. I've discussed this with his mother and the only solution is for me to retire and let Xiao Jun take my place, that way he won't have to wait for the factory to hire him again. I've already talked to the labor department two days ago and the retirement procedures have been sent to the Light Industry Bureau, we just need to wait for Director Liang to return from the Light Industry Bureau and it can be processed immediately."