In the dormitory at Peace Cloud University, the aroma of meat mingled with the fresh scent of fruit.
They had all brought dinner back to eat with canned meat. Song Yunhui, who had only returned not long ago, did not eat, since he had just finished a meal. Instead, he opened a can of yellow peaches and divided a piece among each of them.
The other three ate with relish, full of praise.
"Little Song, your brother-in-law is really generous."
Song Yunhui waved his hand. "He said their factory had reformed its system, and they'd also saved up some money. They're living off their reserves."
"But he really spared no expense on you."
"He's good to my sister." He fiddled with the fountain pen used by five-star general MacArthur.
"I heard you mention before that your brother-in-law works at your county's textile mill. He developed a water-jet loom—how's that going now?" Yu Shanqing asked.
This man was actually an old acquaintance of Wang Yan's. A full-grown man, yet Wang Yan had scolded him to tears...
Song Yunhui roughly explained the situation. At the end, he nodded to himself. "He's pretty capable. His university education wasn't wasted."
In truth, he was only being stubborn. During their earlier meal, he and Wang Yan had discussed everything from science and engineering to literature and history, from the county town to the nation, and from the nation to the international scene. Wang Yan's views and words always gave him plenty to ponder, and he was already somewhat convinced.
Still, he believed Wang Yan was merely a few years older, had gone to university earlier, learned more, entered production work sooner, and thus had more practical experience...
"I'm telling you, Little Song, you need to change that temper of yours. Your brother-in-law gives you something,