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Bloody Nanping
General Fiction血色南平
Liu Huiqiang
This book is based on the story of Nanping railway workers who, under the leadership of the Party, fought to the death with the Kuomintang reactionaries on the eve of liberation, fearing no hardships or sacrifices, and reproduces the life and destiny of railway workers in the 1940s.
This book is based on the story of Nanping railway workers who, under the leadership of the Party, fought to the death with the Kuomintang reactionaries on the eve of liberation, fearing no hardships or sacrifices, and reproduces the life and destiny of railway workers in the 1940s.

In Fact, I Don't Blame You for Being Laid Off
General Fiction其实下岗不怨你
Liu Huiqiang
An old technical expert in the factory was forced to be laid off in the face of the company's technological transformation. In order to keep her job, she encountered a lot of sexual harassment. At the crossroads of survival and dignity, what choice should the laid-off female worker make? As soon as Liao Huifen walked into the factory gate, she met Wang Li, who was in the same team. Wang Li was pushing a bicycle and chewing fried dough sticks in her mouth, greeting her from afar. "Sister Liao, wait for me for a moment." Liao Huifen stood on the cement road in front of the factory and waited for Wang Li to deposit her bicycle. It is the season of spring and flowers are blooming, the sky is very blue, and a few snow-white clouds are floating quietly, very high and far away. The sun is not as timid and insignificant as the sun in winter, but is full of tenderness and affection, shining warmly on the body.
An old technical expert in the factory was forced to be laid off in the face of the company's technological transformation. In order to keep her job, she encountered a lot of sexual harassment. At the crossroads of survival and dignity, what choice should the laid-off female worker make? As soon as Liao Huifen walked into the factory gate, she met Wang Li, who was in the same team. Wang Li was pushing a bicycle and chewing fried dough sticks in her mouth, greeting her from afar. "Sister Liao, wait for me for a moment." Liao Huifen stood on the cement road in front of the factory and waited for Wang Li to deposit her bicycle. It is the season of spring and flowers are blooming, the sky is very blue, and a few snow-white clouds are floating quietly, very high and far away. The sun is not as timid and insignificant as the sun in winter, but is full of tenderness and affection, shining warmly on the body.

Where the Train Passes
General Fiction列车通过的地方
Liu Huiqiang
Qi Jianguo didn't expect divorce to be such a simple matter: The woman in charge of marriages and divorces at the subdistrict office didn't even look at them, she just raised her round chin and asked very fluently: Are you really no longer emotional? Well... Before Qi Jianguo could say anything, he raised his round chin and said: Divorce by agreement, simple, divide the property among yourself. As she spoke, she quickly opened the drawer, took out a red seal, squinted at the words on the seal, and then patted the ink pad twice, making two "bang bang" sounds, and a red circle appeared on each of the two certificates. The skillfulness of this series of actions and the simplicity of the procedure made Qi Jianguo speechless.
Qi Jianguo didn't expect divorce to be such a simple matter: The woman in charge of marriages and divorces at the subdistrict office didn't even look at them, she just raised her round chin and asked very fluently: Are you really no longer emotional? Well... Before Qi Jianguo could say anything, he raised his round chin and said: Divorce by agreement, simple, divide the property among yourself. As she spoke, she quickly opened the drawer, took out a red seal, squinted at the words on the seal, and then patted the ink pad twice, making two "bang bang" sounds, and a red circle appeared on each of the two certificates. The skillfulness of this series of actions and the simplicity of the procedure made Qi Jianguo speechless.