Chapter 697: Chapter 694

One, it was still early; two, the moment the fourth brother left, there would be a vacancy at the radio factory.

Guibao wouldn’t be of any use, and Little Chen Hao was still too young, so the opportunity could only be given to the children of the other families.

The granddaughters weren’t considered, the only boys of the right age in the family were Dabao and Erbao.

Erbao got into the number one middle school and had to study, so only Dabao was left.

But telling the other houses about this might cause some discomfort, so Ma Xiulian planned to quietly tell the second house first.

They would have time to prepare, and would be able to come up with the money in time.

Even among siblings, business matters had to be clearly settled, and transferring a job required payment.

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"We are now arriving at Sanqiao Town train station, Sanqiao Town Train Station is the final stop of this train, passengers please take your belongings and disembark."

The conductor’s slow and friendly voice came from the speaker in the carriage.

Gu Tingyun, carrying his suitcase, said, "Guibao, let’s go."

He then led Guibao off the train.

"We are now arriving at Sanqiao Town train station, Sanqiao Town train station is the final stop of this train, passengers please collect your belongings, and disembark in an orderly manner."

The conductor’s gentle and friendly voice came from the speaker in the carriage.

"Guibao, let’s go."

Gu Tingyun, suitcase in one hand and holding Helian Qiao’s hand in the other, got off the train.

Marshall Ma also followed them, carrying his bag, with the plan to see them join their families before leaving, as he did last time.

The two of them followed the crowd out of the station. After they met up with Chen Jianjun and Little Chen Hao, Gu Tingyun took the initiative to wave goodbye to Marshall Ma, "Goodbye."

"Bye!" Helian Qiao waved at him, her voice soft and sweet.

Marshall Ma cracked a smile, waved back, and then turned around and vanished into the crowd.

Seeing this, Chen Jianjun asked, "Isn’t that the young man from last time?"

As he was preparing for a mission, he was accustomed to remembering the faces of people he thought were important.

Gu Tingyun answered simply, "Yes, we happened to run into him again."

"What a coincidence, indeed."

Chen Jianjun nodded, then lovingly looked at his daughter, "Guibao, grandma’s already cooked your favorite dish at home."

Little Chen Hao couldn’t wait to hold his sister’s other hand, raising his head and beaming, "Sister, we’re home!"

It had been almost a month since his sister had left, and he missed her terribly!

"Yes!" Helian Qiao answered seriously.

She had to keep her solemn front around her little brother.

They took a sled home. As soon as they reached the entrance to the village, they were met by villagers returning home from their midday break.

"Guibao’s back! I heard you got into a high school in the capital, how impressive!"

"You’re the first one from our village to go to the capital. You’ve brought so much honor to our commune!"

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Everyone couldn’t stop heaping praises on her, taking pride in her achievement.

Having someone from the commune move to the capital was really something to brag about!

Listening to all these compliments, Helian Qiao held her head high, her face filled with arrogance and pride.

She was indeed extraordinary!

When they arrived home, Helian Qiao quickly jumped off the sled and called out energetically, "Grandpa, Grandma, I’m back!"

People from the kitchen came out, their faces full of smiles as they asked Guibao how she was doing.

"Tingyun and Guibao are back!"

"How was it in the United States? Did you have fun?"

The children of the Chen family also surrounded her, chattering nonstop, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

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