Moving, new house is firing up!

Although Zhao Dongchuan possessed a large sum of money, at this time, houses with certificates that could be privately bought and sold were extremely rare. He had only seen Old Master Huang's set in all this time.

So, being allocated a house was indeed quite good for him. After all, his qualifications were still too shallow. If it weren't for the bonus points from his works and his promotion, he definitely wouldn't have made it through the normal queue.

Director Wang's attitude towards him was crucial in this regard. It was clear that both the Cultural Center and the Cultural Bureau valued him highly and gave him preferential treatment.

"Thank you, Director, for your guidance!" Zhao Dongchuan said sincerely.

"Hahaha, this isn't my credit either. It's your own ability, having so many excellent works. Everyone sees it. Not to mention our Huangyuan, even nationwide, your achievements are among the best!" Director Wang put down his teacup and said with a laugh.

"The notice and the corresponding list should be out in a few days. Just wait for the notification, then go to the Human Resources Department to complete the procedures and get the keys!"

"Understood!"

Afterward, the two didn't discuss that topic but instead chatted about the heavy snowfall, discussing ancient poems about snow scenes and appreciating "Qin Yuan Chun • Xue."

After chatting for a while, Zhao Dongchuan bid farewell and left.

As he was leaving, he took a packet of Beijing pastries from his bag and handed it to the Director.

It was a matter of reciprocating politeness! Although Zhao Dongchuan was not one to flatter, he understood some social etiquette.

This item was not expensive; it was just for tasting.

Time passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, the first lunar month had passed, and it was now March in the new calendar. During this period, the housing allocation was also settled. He went to the Human Resources Department, completed the procedures, signed the papers, and received the keys.

Because Huangyuan City was vast and sparsely populated, most people had their own housing. It wasn't like Beijing, where people would fight tooth and nail for a spot. Relatively speaking, it was calmer.

However, wherever there are people, there are rivalries and struggles. He, by virtue of the appreciation of influential people and his "talent," directly achieved a higher status. Having been promoted, he had already jumped out of that situation.

If he were an ordinary employee, that would naturally be a different story.

This was also one of his initial goals in becoming a "plagiarist": eating imperial grain was one part, but the main reason was for various "hidden benefits."

Zhao Dongchuan planned that once things in Huangyuan were mostly settled, he would go to Pengcheng again to get more goods from Li Dadan.

Now that he had a house, the dormitory naturally had to be returned to the Cultural Center. There weren't many people living in the dormitory. Firstly, because the dormitory conditions weren't very good, with few living facilities. Secondly, because no one else could stay overnight in the dormitory; the gatekeeper checked very strictly, and there were many rules, with the doors locked at a certain time.

So, after Zhao Dongchuan got the house, the first thing he did was move.

As a bachelor, he didn't have many things. Many large items could be directly put into his space, but he still had to keep up appearances. So, these past few days after work, he pretended to ride his bicycle, moving things in large and small bags, deliberately putting on a show for others.

The house he was allocated was in Nanguan, near the government compound. It was a small house in a secluded corner with a small courtyard.

However, Zhao Dongchuan didn't mind. All he wanted was peace and quiet, and this place was just right.

He cleaned both the courtyard and the room and officially moved in. He didn't hold any banquets because Zhao Dongchuan knew that he wouldn't be living here for long. By next year's college entrance examination, he would still have to leave. However, he could invite a few familiar people.

After all these matters were taken care of, another week passed. Seeing that the watches were almost sold out, Zhao Dongchuan couldn't wait any longer. So, he took the invitation letter Li Yuer had given him earlier, found the Director to get a letter of introduction, and went to Pengcheng under the guise of a business trip for exchange.

Thinking of Li Yuer, Zhao Dongchuan also smiled slightly. During this time, they often exchanged letters, so he knew a bit about her recent situation. And Hu Jianjun, they hadn't met for more than half a year. He wondered how they were doing now.

The Cultural Center attached great importance to Zhao Dongchuan's trip. After all, it was under the name of cultural exchange, and inter-provincial exchange was a matter of great prestige for the Cultural Center. So, they approved a longer period for his exchange activities and gave him a good amount of national food coupons and travel expenses.

The Director also specifically reminded him to pay attention to safety, probably having heard about the recent unrest in Pengcheng.

Besides telling him to be safe, the Director didn't doubt his purpose in going to Pengcheng. Zhao Dongchuan currently had unlimited potential here and good benefits. Even if the other side was very prosperous, it wouldn't make him take the risk of escaping there.

As for why he had an invitation letter from Pengcheng, the Director didn't ask much. Who doesn't have a few friends?

Zhao Dongchuan took his letter of introduction and work permit to the train station, waited in line for over half an hour, and finally bought a train ticket to Pengcheng.

This time, due to certain reasons, the checks were stricter, unlike before when he could sometimes bluff his way through. Fortunately, he had all his documents, was a cadre, and with the "Writer's Certificate" issued by the Huangyuan Prefectural Committee, he smoothly bought a sleeper ticket.

Before leaving, Zhao Dongchuan also invited Jia Bing and his wife, Du Lili, and Wu Huiliang to eat at his "new home." These were the only familiar people in the provincial city. It was also considered a housewarming and to gather some good luck. He had originally wanted to invite the Director, but he felt it wasn't quite appropriate, so he decided against it and would invite him separately later.

"Little Zhao, your house is quite good! A small courtyard with a private entrance, and although it only has one room, it's quiet. There's no one around to bother you, it's just a bit far from the Cultural Center!" Jia Bing said with a smile after arriving at Zhao Dongchuan's new house and looking around.

"When you get married, you can apply to the unit for a slightly larger house. At least you can apply for a two-room brick kiln!" Sister-in-law Shufen said with a chuckle, her big belly protruding.

Originally, Zhao Dongchuan didn't want Sister-in-law Shufen to come, fearing that the bumpy ride with her big belly would be unsafe. But Sister-in-law Shufen insisted on coming, so Zhao Dongchuan could only let her. Fortunately, Jia Bing rode his bicycle quite steadily.

Du Lili and Wu Huiliang were quite surprised by Zhao Dongchuan's invitation, but they gladly accepted. A "great writer" inviting them to eat was giving them face, so they certainly had to reciprocate.

"I didn't know you were pregnant, Sister-in-law, otherwise I would have had the driver pick you up on the way!" Wu Huiliang said politely to Sister-in-law Shufen.

Wu Huiliang's father had a car, and this time, he had his father drop off Du Lili and Wu Huiliang on the way.

"My fault, I didn't think of that!" Du Lili, as Jia Bing's young apprentice, also looked regretful.

Du Lili loved literature and often asked Jia Bing to teach her poetry. Her writing style had gradually improved. Jia Bing could completely be considered her "mentor"!