Gou Dao is immortal!

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's alright. Mainly, I'm by myself, so I don't have any other expenses. Plus, it's your first time eating at my place, so I absolutely have to serve good dishes," Zhao Dongchuan said with a grin, then went into his room and found a bottle of xifeng liquor, placing it on the table.

"You rascal, not bad, you've got a good heart!" Jia Bing laughed happily when he saw it.

Although Jia Bing wasn't good at drinking, he really enjoyed it. Was this what they called "the worse you are at it, the more you love to drink?"

Then the two began to eat, a bite of braised pork, a sip of xifeng liquor, and they were quite content.

"If Sister-in-law Shufen's family hadn't come to visit, and I didn't have to go home to look after her, I probably wouldn't have gotten to drink this wine today!" Jia Bing said slowly, taking a sip of the liquor.

"Sister-in-law Shufen's family came to visit? Who?" Zhao Dongchuan casually asked.

"That's right. Her younger aunt came to help. Originally, my mother should have come, but my mother isn't well. If she came, we'd have to be distracted taking care of her.

Sister-in-law Shufen's mother is currently at Liucha Commune helping Sister-in-law Shufen's brother with his child, so she can't come either. Luckily, Sister-in-law Shufen's younger aunt came!" Jia Bing grumbled, taking a gulp of wine.

"Then you'll be able to relax quite a bit!" Zhao Dongchuan said, refilling Jia Bing's glass.

And so, the two drank and chatted, finishing their meal quickly.

If Zhao Dongchuan hadn't remembered that he had to go to work in the afternoon, he wouldn't have wanted to look after a drunkard. He pulled Jia Bing back, not letting him drink more, otherwise this "lightweight" would surely get drunk again.

Jia Bing, three parts drunk, waved his hand, not letting Zhao Dongchuan help him.

"I didn't drink much, just this amount, it's fine!" As he spoke, he stumbled, almost knocking over a nearby coat rack, but managed to steady himself in time.

Zhao Dongchuan watched, amused, and suppressing his laughter, said, "Teacher Jia, let's go!"

Then the two went to the office to continue their afternoon work. Zhao Dongchuan was working, but as for Jia Bing! He was already passed out.

So the office, which had been filled with the sound of turning pages and writing in the morning, became filled with snoring and writing in the afternoon. And surprisingly, there was a strange sense of harmony.

This continued until closing time, when Jia Bing finally woke up.

Wiping his drool, Jia Bing slowly got up, stretched, moved his body, shook his hands, and said to Zhao Dongchuan, "I'm leaving first. I'll go home early to see Shufen!"

Zhao Dongchuan replied, "Okay, Teacher Jia, you go first. I still have some things to finish!"

With Jia Bing's departure, only Zhao Dongchuan was left in the office. He continued to work for another half a day before closing his folder, preparing to leave work.

Closing the office door, Zhao Dongchuan walked out of the Cultural Center. He had eaten a big meal at home at noon and wasn't hungry, so he planned to stroll around on the road to relax.

At this time, the streets were already bustling with people. After all, city nightlife was rich, unlike Yuanxi County. People were coming and going on the streets. They had just gotten off work, and many young men and women were taking advantage of this time to go on dates, watch movies, and eat out.

Sure enough, there was a couple in front of Zhao Dongchuan. The man was wearing a factory uniform, and the woman had two small braids. They walked side by side, about a meter apart, both looking a little shy.

"They must be in the early stages of dating, right?" Zhao Dongchuan thought to himself.

Zhao Dongchuan watched as the two walked towards the cinema, bought two movie tickets, and went inside. Driven by a strange impulse, he also bought a movie ticket. He had been in this world for quite a while now, and he had never been to a cinema.

Looking at the movie ticket in his hand, it simply listed the seat number, showtime, and movie title — "Spring Seedlings."

Following the crowd into the cinema, and checking his seat number, the early-arriving audience was already seated. Zhao Dongchuan walked towards his seat, saying, "Excuse me, excuse me!" Everyone cooperatively pulled in their outstretched legs.

As Zhao Dongchuan took his seat, the movie was about to begin. Soon, everyone slowly quieted down.

The music started... the movie began...

Zhao Dongchuan watched with great interest. To be honest, although the filming conditions of movies in this era were limited and the visual quality was relatively poor, the acting skills of the actors were truly incomparable to those "stars" of later generations.

This was a movie depicting "barefoot doctors," telling the story of a rural women's team leader named Tian Chunmiao who helped Afang's sister's daughter, Xiaomei, get emergency treatment at the Commune hospital. However, the doctor pushed them off to the county hospital, delaying the best treatment time and leading to her death. This ultimately made her determined to study medicine well.

The movie also depicted some aspects of people's lives during a "special period," with Tian Chunmiao being labeled a counter-revolutionary. It told the story of her unremitting efforts and ultimate victory through wit and courage.

Zhao Dongchuan watched this movie and saw not only the excellent performances of the actors but also the meaning behind it.

At this time, the fact that certain plot points in this movie could be screened normally already spoke volumes.

Those people's days were numbered! The masses were all expressing their protests in their own ways.

As power accumulated, things were bound to be set right. Good days were not far off.

Zhao Dongchuan smiled, and as the movie ended, he followed the crowd out of the cinema.

He didn't go to the state-run restaurant; it was probably already closed. He looked at the corner near the cinema entrance and saw an old woman selling some miscellaneous food from a stall, with steam rising from the pot.

He couldn't help but think of Li Huiying and Cao Yuan, mother and daughter, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Ever since the incident where Hei Lao Da sent people to follow them, he had asked Liu Laogen to take Li Huiying back to Yangou to temporarily avoid trouble.

"I wonder how they are doing now. It's been almost a month," Zhao Dongchuan thought to himself.

"Oh, and I also wonder what happened to those people, if anything was interrogated out of them!"

Ever since he last saw the public security officers take those people away, Zhao Dongchuan hadn't heard any news about them.

It was as if nothing had happened. He guessed that something definitely happened. These people, as he expected, were either covert agents left by Baldy's side or had been bribed.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for no news to leak out. He estimated they were all undergoing secret interrogation.

He hadn't been to the black market to check the situation these days, for fear of being watched. If someone discovered his suspicious behavior and surrounded him, even if his current combat strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, he would most likely be finished.

How does that saying go? "Within seven steps, the gun is fast; beyond seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast!" He wasn't sure if he could dodge bullets yet, so he naturally couldn't actively deliver himself to them. Although the public security couldn't find out his identity, necessary actions still needed to be taken.

They didn't know his situation and might think he was also a "great thief"!

He couldn't just tell them he was "forced," could he? Although the information those people provided, after comprehensive judgment by the public security, might prevent his image from being too bad, he would still be considered a "high-risk individual"!

Either be recruited or go in for questioning, neither of which he wanted!

"I'd rather lay low!" Zhao Dongchuan muttered to himself.