Director Qian's house was not new, and its furnishings looked a little dated-at least to Li Long.
After his rebirth, his mind had gained decades of knowledge, experience, and memories, but over the past two years, his youthful energy had also burst forth.
The decor was dark, and the furniture did not look particularly new, but the appliances were quite comprehensive. The television was on, with a cloth cover still draped over it; there was an old-fashioned refrigerator, something rarely seen in Northern Xinjiang at the time. He could also see a twin-tub washing machine in the bathroom.
That was still quite a rarity in those days.
Li Long only glanced around before Director Qian pulled him over to a middle-aged woman and said with a smile:
"Fenghua, look, this is Xiao Li, Li Long, the young man I told you about. See? Isn't he a fine-looking fellow?"
The woman was Guan Fenghua, Director Qian's wife. She worked at the Prefecture Bank and was wearing an apron as she cleared things off the table.
She had been somewhat puzzled. Before going out, Director Qian had clearly said he would receive no more visitors today. When seeing Director Wei out, he had intended to turn everyone waiting outside away. Yet he had turned around and brought two more people in, along with Director Wei.
Once Director Qian introduced Xiao Li, she understood. Although she had never met Li Long, she knew a great deal about him, since Director Qian mentioned him from time to time.
She knew about the tiger pelt, and she knew about the several occasions when Li Long had brought things over. She was genuinely curious about this young man who only sent gifts but had never shown his face.
From Director Qian, Guan Fenghua knew that this