After Jiang Zhou left, the small building returned to tranquility.
Gu Lan leaned on her hand, staring blankly at the plates on the table that had been cleared.
"Sister-in-law, that Rubbish King... is he really going to make a color TV?"
Lin Wan Yi was tidying up the dishes, and she smiled when she heard this.
"He's not a Rubbish King."
"He's a genius."
The next day.
A jeep with a special license plate from the Beijing Military Region stopped at the gate of Beijing University.
The guard was about to step forward to inquire.
The car door opened.
Several middle-aged men in brand-new Zhongshan suits, with serious expressions, stepped out.
The leading man waved his hand and led the group inside directly.
Their presence made the words in the guard's mouth swallow back down.
"Comrade, may I ask who you are looking for?"
"The Agricultural College."
The two words were spoken forcefully.
