Ran's father sat at his desk and put the clutter in his mind behind him.

I looked at the photo on the table and saw that it was a family photo.

In the photo, several little guys are smiling happily.

For a moment, I missed it a little.

Pick up the phone and dial the number.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao felt a little melancholy after returning from the workshop.

After a while, word spread throughout the machinery factory that he had exchanged a motorcycle for a gold knife.

And the more it spreads, the more evil it becomes.

Everywhere he went, people would ask, but he couldn't open his eyes and tell lies.

This matter is a bit big.

Back in the office, as soon as I sat down on my chair, I heard the phone ring.

Yang Xiaotao picked it up and found it belonged to Ran's father.

Ran's father said that he wanted to get together in the evening and have a meal as a family. Naturally, Yang Xiaotao would not refuse and said that he would pick Ran Qiuye back later.

Ran's father nodded and was about to hang up the phone, but Yang Xiaotao told him about the golden knife.

On the other end of the phone, Ran's father, who was listening to the whole story, felt that his thinking could not keep up with Yang Xiaotao's speaking speed.

After digesting it for a while, he said, "Are you worried now that this knife will bring disaster?"

"Well, I don't think it's a good thing."

Yang Xiaotao said seriously, "Besides, strictly speaking, this motorcycle is made with materials and tools from the machinery factory. I can only be regarded as a machining worker."

"Well, it's good that you can realize this. It means you are not blinded by wealth."

Ran's father was very pleased, at least his son-in-law was not that kind of brainless person.

"Dad, tell me, what should I do?"

Ran's father thought for a while, "It's best to turn the personal into the collective, you know."

Yang Xiaotao was suddenly enlightened by this statement and immediately understood, "I understand."

"This knife belongs to the Red Star Machinery Factory."

On the other side, Ran's father smiled. It was just a golden sword. With Yang Xiaotao's ability, future achievements could never be measured by a piece of gold.

"Remember to go early in the evening so we can have a drink."

"good!"

Both of them were in a good mood, hung up the phone, and Ran's father went home.

Yang Xiaotao asked Lou Xiao'e to find Zhao Chuanjun and Wang Guodong. At present, Liu Huaimin and Chen Gong were not in the machinery factory, and the only two important people were left.

"What? You want to donate it to the factory?"

Wang Guodong looked at Yang Xiaotao in surprise. This is a very precious golden sword. It can be regarded as a family heirloom.

Not only him, but also Lou Xiaoe in the office also stared in disbelief.

Only Zhao Chuanjun's eyes were filled with relief.

"Xiao Tao, you..."

Wang Guodong wanted to speak, but Yang Xiaotao stopped him with his eyes.

In his eyes, things like family heirlooms have always been gifts of books and letters from the elderly. Gold knives like these can only be counted as antiques.

Wang Guodong saw Yang Xiaotao's eyes and stopped talking.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Zhao, this thing is not mine in the first place."

"You see, the materials used to make motorcycles come from the machine factory, and the machines used here also come from the factory. I am just a worker, the worker who made them."

"So, the golden knife given here should be for the machinery factory, right."

Seeing that Yang Xiaotao was serious, he thought about it some more and Wang Guodong also figured out a way.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaotao handed the golden sword to Zhao Chuanjun, but Zhao Chuanjun shook his head and refused, "This matter is too big, I don't trust you if you let me go."

"You take it first, and when the secretary comes back, give it to him directly."

Saying that he was determined not to take it, Yang Xiaotao gave it to Wang Guodong again.

Wang Guodong took two steps back.

There was no other way, Yang Xiaotao could only hold it for himself first, and then give it to Liu Huaimin when he came back.

After handling this matter, Yang Xiaotao also felt that there was one less thing to worry about.

After talking to Lou Xiao'e, Yang Xiaotao planned to leave early and pick up his wife and children as soon as possible.

There was nothing I could do, so my father-in-law called me and asked me to pick up my wife and children to have dinner at home in the evening.

I don’t know what’s going on, but from the sound of his voice, it sounds like my father-in-law is in a good mood.

Yang Xiaotao didn't think too much and made preparations in advance after agreeing.

All kinds of pork, beef, and mutton are brought every month, and there are a lot of them in the space.

Although the space has been enlarged, there are too many things inside that cannot be accommodated.

This time I went back and took out some.

Yang Xiaotao put the machete and the model in the jeep. Before handing them over, he had to protect them and not lose them.

Then he left the machinery factory and prepared to go to Yangjiazhuang to pick up Ran Qiuye.

It's already mid-May, and there's not much time left to go to the Northwest No. 2 Factory.

In the yard, Yan Jiefang and several other workshop workers gathered together to talk about the factory.

They have been working in the machinery factory for almost half a month, and have a more comprehensive understanding of the machinery factory.

Although my salary has not been paid yet, my food every day is much better than at home.

Especially when they work overtime and have to take care of food, even though they work a lot, their faces are obviously rosy.

Even Yan Fugui's family felt that Yan Jiefang had changed too much.

They have no worries about leaving the courtyard, leaving Sijiu City, and heading to the unknown northwest.

In their words, they are all machinery factories, so where are they going to be different?

It's just that the workers in the machinery factory are better than they are now.

"Have you heard that Brother Tao used a motorcycle to earn a handful of gold and make a knife?"

"I've known it for a long time. Who doesn't know this? How much do you think a knife made of gold costs?"

"Who knows, it must be a lot of money."

Several people were discussing in the yard, everyone was envious.

"As for Brother Tao's ability, I am convinced."

"I also saw that motorcycle at that time, it was really cool."

Someone else talked about motorcycles, and then they felt emotional again.

"So, as long as you learn your skills well, we won't say that you are as good as Brother Tao, but at least you can earn a bite to eat, don't you think so?"

"right!"

Everyone recognized Yan Jiefang's words very much, and they also had more expectations in their hearts.

I look forward to one day being like Yang Xiaotao, buying a car in exchange for a piece of gold.

But they didn't know that the golden knife at this moment was a hot potato in Yang Xiaotao's eyes, and he wished he could donate it as soon as possible.

At the Hanging Flower Gate, Xu Damao drove his car back, his ears full of praise for Yang Xiaotao, and his heart was filled with panic.

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How come all these good things happened to this bastard?

The foreigner is a fool, but it is made of gold. The fool is even dumber than the stupid pillar.

Cursing in his heart, he looked back at Silly Zhu who was also unhappy behind him, snorted coldly and walked towards the backyard.

There was just a flash of light in his eyes, and his face was full of sinisterness.

Behind him, Shazhu was a little distracted.

In the past, he thought that relying on his skills, the entire family would have no problem.

Even if Yang Xiaotao becomes famous, nothing will happen to him.

But over the years, Yang Xiaotao has become more and more capable, and now he has obtained gold from foreigners, so his persistence and pride are all wishful thinking.

He walked slowly into the middle courtyard, ignoring the people who were talking, and walked into the aunt's house.
To be continued...