Back to the 1970s: Building My Fortune Through Time Trading

The man looked at Yang Baoguo: "Xiao Yang?"

"Yes... it’s me, Commissar Zhou. I didn’t know you were coming, my apologies for not welcoming you properly, my apologies indeed."

Yang Baoguo performed a complete 180-degree change of expression on the spot.

He looked at Commissar Zhou with a flattering smile.

He was desperately praying inside, hoping Commissar Zhou would let his previous words slide like passing gas and not take them seriously.

"Looks like you’re doing well here, quite spirited."

Commissar Zhou reached out to pat Yang Baoguo on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Keep up the good work."

His face showed no signs of anger at all.

Yang Baoguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief inside; no wonder he’s the commissar, look at his magnanimity, a leader with such broad-mindedness.

Zhang Dongmei was dumbfounded, never expected that the seemingly refined man was actually a commissar.

And she had just told the commissar to get lost; how bold of her.

"Well... this comrade, no, this commissar, uh, no..."

Zhang Dongmei was so anxious she was about to cry. The more anxious she became, the more she stumbled over words, unable to speak well, her face turning red.

At this time, upon hearing about Commissar Zhou’s personal visit, Yan Guohua hurried over with several department managers.

Seeing the scene, he was momentarily dumbfounded.

"Commissar Zhou, why didn’t you let someone notify me when you arrived?"

Yan Guohua hurried forward.

He heard Commissar Zhou speak with a smile: "I saw that your young female comrade here wasn’t busy, so I thought I’d ask for some help. Who knew this young comrade, though young, has quite the temper."

As he said this, his face carried a warm smile, paired with his refined and elegant demeanor, he looked like a considerate mentor, yet the words he spoke made the leaders who came to receive him sweat behind their backs.

This sales clerk really has guts; she’s not working during work hours, and she dared to give the commissar attitude!

Yang Baoguo, originally planning to quietly slip away, immediately froze upon hearing this.

Turns out the commissar’s magnanimity earlier was clearly intended to subtly report them to the leadership.

It’s over; will he have to face the consequences too? Zhang Dongmei, that troublesome girl, got him into a mess.

Could it be that even his job sweeping the floors won’t be secure?

As he was worrying with a sad face, he heard Yan Guohua speak up: "Mr. Zhang, hurry up and apologize to Commissar Zhou!"

Yan Guohua was itching with resentment inside; he had just received the news of Commissar Zhou’s visit, and Zhang Dongmei had already offended him. What kind of grudge or enmity does she have against him?

He hasn’t even served as general manager for a full year yet.

Zhang Dongmei was all the more regretful, her insides turning green with remorse, wondering how her big mouth could blab foolishly.

The few individuals, each harboring their own thoughts, were trembling with fear when a hearty laugh reached everyone’s ears.

"Alright, it’s not a big deal, but, Xiao Yan, you really need to straighten out the atmosphere in this department store. People might think the public is serving you."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely make proper adjustments later."

Yan Guohua let out a sigh of relief, "Commissar Zhou, did you come over this time for any specific instructions?"

Commissar Zhou’s gaze swept over everyone and landed on Su Xiaoxiao, "Comrade Su, right? My visit today is related to you. Would you come up with us?"

Su Xiaoxiao pointed at herself incredulously; this was the first time she had ever seen a leader at the rank of commissar. What business could he have with her, a lowly sales clerk?

She dared not disobey the leader’s order, quickly followed along behind him.

Commissar Zhou was escorted to the meeting room by the crowd, and Yan Guohua personally pulled out a chair for him: "Please sit, Commissar Zhou."

The group of leaders below trembled with uncertainty, not knowing why Commissar Zhou had run all the way from Beijing to their small locality.

Were the higher-ups dissatisfied with this year’s sales performance?

However, a leader from a military district sharing no relation at all with the supply system, could he really reach out that far?

Everyone racked their brains; at this moment, Commissar Zhou cleared his throat and began speaking: "Xiao Yan, there’s something I want to discuss with you."

Upon hearing Xiao Yan, Yan Guohua stood up straight from his seat immediately, standing upright like a soldier: "Commissar, please give your directions!"

His loud voice scared Su Xiaoxiao, who was sitting not far from him, almost falling off her stool.

She looked at Yan Guohua with a bewildered expression, her eyes asking, Manager Yan, what are you doing?

The surrounding department managers also looked at him with probing glances, a red flush spread slowly over Yan Guohua’s wheat-colored skin, though it wasn’t apparent due to his dark complexion.

Damn it, it’s all the fault of this body’s muscle memory.

Before coming to the department store, he had served as a bodyguard for Commissar Zhou for several years, and when he saw Commissar Zhou, he felt as if he were still in the military.

He awkwardly scratched his head: "Well, Commissar Zhou, what instructions do you have, please share."

Peering in from the doorway, Yang Baoguo realized he was not the only one who had worked under Commissar Zhou.

Commissar Zhou chuckled: "Don’t be so excited, it’s not a big deal."

"I was thinking that our department store has quite a few single female employees, and our military unit also has many single young men. Let’s see if we can act as matchmakers and connect them."

"Ah?"

Yang Guohua was a bit bewildered; isn’t Beijing’s military district a dozen hours drive away from here? Why not find a closer department store instead of targeting theirs?

As if recognizing his confusion, Commissar Zhou cleared his throat and explained: "Here’s the thing, many of our single young men in the military district are initially from this area. When they retire, they’ll likely return to their hometown, so..."

Yan Guohua understood immediately, beat his chest and pledged: "No problem, I’ll organize the single female employees to sign up."

Commissar Zhou nodded. At that moment, the meeting room door was knocked, and a young man dressed in military uniform appeared, carrying a big bag.

"Commissar, I’ve retrieved all the items you asked me to get."

Everyone’s gaze turned towards him, seeing the young man holding, carrying, and cradling numerous things.

Little question marks slowly surfaced above their heads; what’s going on? Why does it look like he’s moving house?

Commissar Zhou waved him over: "Xiao Wang, come here; just give the items to Comrade Su."

Su Xiaoxiao ???

Looking at the pile of items forming a small mountain before her, Su Xiaoxiao asked in confusion: "Commissar, what are these things for?"

Commissar Zhou leisurely lifted his teacup for a sip, before replying: "My nephew asked me to bring them to you. There was too much, so I mailed them, and they just arrived."

Just thinking about this made him have a bit of a toothache, they weren’t even officially dating yet, and his foolish nephew acted like he was already preparing a marriage dowry; previously not wanting to marry, but now suddenly in a rush.

Thinking about it, he looked dotingly at Su Xiaoxiao, then said to Yan Guohua: "Nothing much else, let everyone disperse. I’ll have a private conversation with Comrade Xiao Su."