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date="2021-11-16"

title="Chapter 148"

weight="147752"

series = ["Strict Wife of the ’70s Manages the Household"]

mode = "manual"

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The next morning.

Sanwang is preparing to participate in the 100-meter breaststroke final. Several athletes from the Japanese swimming team came over, and Matsuda Kojima glanced at Sanwang. He is currently the first in the 100-meter breaststroke and Sanwang is fifth. He doesn't think Sanwang has the strength to fight for the first place with himself, so he is not worried.

Coach Bian was afraid that he would be overwhelmed by his opponent and comforted him: "Sanwang, don't be nervous."

Sanwang: "I'm not nervous, coach, don't be nervous."

Coach Bian breathed a sigh of relief: I'm really a little nervous.

He estimated that Sanwang's advantage lies in the short pool. In the afternoon's 50-meter short breaststroke preliminaries and the 50-meter short breaststroke finals tomorrow morning, he is certain that Sanwang can at least win a silver medal.

The 100-meter freestyle can now be given up. The Japanese team is too strong and Sanwang is still small and has no advantage.

In the next 100-meter breaststroke in Nagachi, Sanwang's advantage is not big, because Japanese breaststroke athlete Matsuda Kojima...

"The 100-meter breaststroke final was held in the short pool of the No. 2 swimming pool, and the 1500-meter freestyle was held next to the long pool..."

Suddenly there was the sound of changing the game pool on the radio.

Coach Bian was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed with his palms, "Opportunity is here! Sanwang, the 100-meter short pool, we can still fight it, Marx blessed!"

Sanwang:...Marx, are you sure?

He calmly said: "Coach, I work hard every time."

The 25-meter pool is the most familiar to Sanwang. Except that he is a bit trapped over 200 meters, it is all the advantages. He is familiar with the short pool, he has advantages in turning, and he has the advantage in holding his breath. The 25-meter short pool...

Coach Bian feels happier than when he was promoted to the national coach.

"Next, please prepare for the 100m breaststroke finalists!"

Sanwang stood on the diving platform, pedaling on the pressure device, bending over, looking up, and staring at the water.

He is fifth, so the track is second.

There is an unscientific statement in the circle. The two tracks in the middle are definitely the winners and runners-up, because they have the best results in the preliminary rounds, and the middle track will send waves to both sides, forming a wave of suppression on the players on both sides.

Sanwang doesn't matter. If you are fast enough to get ahead, you can suppress others.

After all, the water flow goes to both sides of the athletes, not all the water flow will suppress him, so he doesn't believe this at all.

If it is slow, then there is no need for others to suppress yourself.

With the sound of the opening whistle, Sanwang slammed into the water like a swordfish, and the whole person was rushed forward in the water as if extra force was exerted by the invisible big hand.

The spectators on the surrounding stands, none of them were sitting, all stood up, clenched their fists, and stared at the swimming pool.

They have seen Sanwang's stunts in the 50-meter swimming pool. He bears less resistance in the water than others, so he rushes farther and holds back for longer!

The other athletes have jumped out of the water and started to continuously paddle and leapfrog. Each kick and stroke is a physical exhaustion.

Sanwang was the last one to jump out of the water, but in the end he was on par with the others, even surpassing the first track.

I saw him jumping out of the water, not straight up but toward the front. When he fell, he kicked his legs and paddled, which was greater and easier than others.

The most special thing is that he can exert his maximum power in every stroke, and his arm rushes forward for a long distance when he strokes the body under the water. At this time, the water seems to exert more force on his hands.

"Turned around, turned around!"

"I'm turning around as soon as I get out of the water! It's too fast!"

He turned around and rushed out like a swordfish.

"Wang Jinshui is like Jianyu, too fast! He has caught up to fourth place...Oh, too fast! Overtaken all of a sudden..."

...

"Turning around again, Wang Wang surpassed third place again..."

...

"The last time I turned around, China Wang was already on par with Kojima. Who will be... Oh, I'm behind... After all, I'm still a child and consume too much energy... Kojima has the advantage of height, strength, and slender arms. Touch it in advance... China is prosperous!!! Great!"

"China is prosperous, in the last sprint, if there is a godly help, it will catch up with the island and be the first to hit the wall!"

Coach Bian and the others jumped up excitedly and hugged each other high-five. If the Chinese were not reserved and reserved, they would almost rush into the pool to lift Sanwang out.

Sanwang went ashore, still very calm, as if it wasn't a big deal.

After all, for him, as long as he can participate, he has a chance. The most terrifying thing is that he will not be allowed to participate.

Songtian Kojima walked over and reached out to him, "Hello Han Wangmin, this is Matsuda Kojima."

An interpreter will help immediately.

Sanwang persuaded himself that the Japanese athletes are not the Japanese devils the teacher said, they are different, and the two countries have established diplomatic relations, so he shook hands with Matsuda Kojima: "Hello."

Matsuda Kojima did not expect this child to be so calm and not excited to win the gold medal.

"You won the gold medal, aren't you excited?" he couldn't help asking.

Sanwang's face was calm and his black eyes were shining, "Excited, I'm always excited, I'm so excited when I think about the next time I will win more gold medals."

The translator was stunned on the sidelines, saying that the Chinese were humble.

Listening to the translation, Matsuda Kojima looked at Sanwang's expression again, and was also silent.

Coach Bian and others have rushed over and carried Sanwang out.

Facing the calmness of Sanwang's relatives, I was already eaten by myself, and the whole person was so excited, ah, ah, yelling, "Don't throw it, am I a little afraid of heights?"

Everyone has thrown it up to him.

Henry ran over to snap a photo, and he had waited there to pose. This time he did an interview with the Chinese team and tracked Sanwang's game. The whole process was very successful!

...

The 100-meter breaststroke awards moment.

For the top three athletes, the Asian Games will play the national anthem and raise the national flag for them. This is to pay the highest tribute to the athletes and the motherland.

"Gold Medalist-Han Wangmin from China!"

"Silver medalist-Matsuda Kojima from Japan!"

"bronze medal……"

First, the Chinese flag was raised and the March of Volunteers was played.

The audience stood up!

Sanwang strictly abides by the principle of neither humble nor overbearing as stated by the head of Zhao, with a smiling face and calm expression, trotting to the podium.

Standing still, he waved his arms towards the audience-this was designed for him in advance, for fear that he would be too cautious and scared or too unrestrained.

When the award ceremony was completed, Sanwang ran down with a gold medal on his neck.

Henry stopped him, "Sa King, Sa King, what do you think of winning the gold medal?"

Sanwang took the gold medal and bit, and said excitedly: "Is it real gold?"

Henry: ...... Funny for example, he doesn't know what to say, you are here to fight for honor, not for a piece of gold. But looking at Sanwang's expression is like a fight for gold, what's the matter?

The 50-meter breaststroke, no suspense, Sanwang won the silver medal, because the distance was too short and the advantage was not enough to play, so he lost to Matsuda Kojima.

But Matsuda Kojima is not happy at all, because he sees the potential of Sanwang, waiting for the next Asian Games, he is not his opponent.

He even sees the future of the 50-meter and 100-meter freestyle swimming in the Asian Games.

Because this kid is more talented in freestyle, breaststroke is just a test of the water because of his younger age.

Hey, are you going to retire? Is the situation that the Japanese team dominated the Asian Games for two decades will be broken?

...

"Central People’s Broadcasting Station, friends, listeners, this is the Tehran Asian Games venue. The Asian Games are coming to an end. Our athletes have won 35 gold, 64 silver and 27 bronze this year... The 7th Iranian Asian Games successfully concluded on September 16, China The first victory of the team has since ushered in the era of our national team competing in international competitions. We believe that our athletes will achieve even better results in the Eighth Asian Games in four years..."

The radio broadcasts the Asian Games events, the gold medals won by China and those exciting events every day.

The flying fish won the gold medal in the 100-meter breaststroke and the silver medal in the 50-meter breaststroke.

Li Zheng also won the men's three-meter springboard gold medal.

It is worth mentioning that the Chinese water polo team followed Vice Chairman Deng’s instruction of “two gold medals in the pocket and one to return the favor”. In the fierce competition, the Chinese water polo team finally gave Iran a point and gave up the water polo gold medal. Iran national team.

The whole country of Iran is especially looking forward to this gold medal. The sports officials who were present at the moment of winning the championship leaped into the pool in suits and congratulated the Iranian players, and sincerely expressed their gratitude to the Chinese team.

On the day when the Chinese team returned, Prince Ghulam of Iran accompanied his wife and daughter to bid farewell and shook hands with the head of the Chinese delegation and the heavyweight athletes one by one.

Henry squeezed several times, but was stopped by Iranian police C, and he shouted in a hurry.

He wants to go in and take this exclusive photo!

In the end, Coach Bian signaled that Police C let him in, and he ran towards everyone with a big stride.

As a result, I tripped and fell to the ground with "Pak"——

This sudden change shocked everyone who was shaking hands and seeing off.

Henry immediately shouted: "cheers!" Then he pressed the shutter at Mattie and Sanwang who were shaking hands.

Fortunately, he is accustomed to falling. Even if he falls, he instinctively protects the camera, so except for his knee pain, the camera is safe.

Sanwang and Mattie laughed loudly, "Henry, you are so witty."

Obviously he fell, and even pretended to lie down and take pictures. Ha ha.

Henry limped over and ran over, "I'm overwhelmed by your friendship."

Mattie took off a chain inlaid with red stones from her neck, "Han Wangmin, you gave me the blue stone of friendship, and I gave you the red stone of friendship."

Henry found that there was still a blue stone inlaid under a golden chain hanging from Mattie's neck. The color was good. Of course, the red stone she gave to Sanwang was better in color, tied with a silver chain, and gleaming in the sun.

Sanwang lowered her head to let her wear it for herself, and said sincerely: "Thank you Marty. You are welcome to come to China for the opportunity."

Mattie hid her mouth and laughed, "Knowing that I am not called a horseshoe."

Sanwang scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled.

Before Sanwang couldn't hold back after all, he quietly asked Henry and Li Zheng why a beautiful girl called horseshoe. Henry was nothing. Knowing that Sanwang must be in English, didn't understand it.

Li Zhenglei can be taken seriously!

How could someone call a girl Huo Zi Zi, and it is impossible to think about it with his heels.

"It's called Mattie, we transliterated it. You can't think of it as a horseshoe anyway."

So Sanwang learned a trick to think of a beautiful word for every transliterated name.

Of course, as he grows older, he has more opportunities to go abroad, and his English is getting better and better. These small car accidents will never happen again.

Sanwang sincerely apologized to Miss Mattie.

Marty smiled generously, "I'm not so stingy. Can I call you Sanwang?"

Sanwang scratched his head. Sanwang is a nickname. I'm so old that people all over the world can't call me my nickname. But he couldn't say rejection to Matty's black eyes, which were bigger than others, and nodded, "You can call your friends whatever they like."

"Then... can we communicate?" Mattie looked at him expectantly.

Sanwang was stunned.

Communication! ! ! Why do you all love to write letters so much?

Does making friends means writing more letters? He loves making friends so much, but he least likes writing letters.

Why can't you use that microphone or something? Since it can be broadcast, it should be able to communicate, yes, telephone, there are international calls. But it seems that international calls are not so easy to make.

Seeing his tangled face, Mattie thought he was worried about political issues, and smiled: "We are friendly and good-neighborly, and there will be no trouble."

Sanwang laughed, his bright smile was in the blue sky with the cleanness and clarity of a young man, "Okay, I most...like receiving letters from my friends."

I just don't like writing.

Farewell, boarding, waving, blessing.

Marty and Henry stood under the blue sky, watching the plane rush into the sky, like a sharp arrow breaking through the void, tearing open a new era belonging to the Chinese.

Henry murmured, "Looking forward to seeing you again, my friend."

Marty held the stone of her friendship and smiled, "Mr. Henry, I also hope you will promote my country more."

Henry shook hands with her, "Of course, this is the job of our journalists. Welcome to the United States in the future, Miss Mattie."

Marty nodded: "I will study in the United States."

At this time, she didn't know that three years later, her country began to enter a new state, and she also began her own overseas exile a year later.

On the plane, Sanwang leaned against the window, looking out the window. At first, the people who could still watch the airport were getting smaller and smaller and finally turned into ants. Now they can't see anything, there are only clouds and sunlight around.

Although he was a little sad when he first parted with his friends, when he flew into the sky and wanted to go home, he was so excited that he couldn't sit still, wanted to fly, wanted to jump!

He took out his gold medal and compared it with Li Zheng's, "Is it the same size? It's really just golden and not gold?"

Li Zheng: ...you have such a big ruby, what are you attached to gold?

Sanwang: "Coach, coach, can you take a holiday?"

He wants to go home.

Coach Bian told him a long time ago that he will be given a holiday when he comes back from the Asian Games and let him go home for a period of time. Naturally, it counts.

"Go back to the celebration banquet, so I will give you a holiday."

Sanwang is not interested in celebration banquets, but since it is an organizational arrangement, it is still necessary to listen.

When everyone was sleeping, Sanwang took the red stone and looked at it. The crystal clear stone looked like red glass.

He thought that his mother would like it, and felt that he was not at a loss.

Sanwang Tacai Miniang is busy listening to the radio in the county research office.

The Regional Special Materials Research Office was eventually established in the county, not with the Revolutionary Committee, because it needed to move machinery and make noise, and it also needed to be kept secret, so it was set up slightly off the county seat.

This was originally the house of a big family in the city. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the local tyrants, evil gentry and the bourgeoisie were attacked, and the house was taken into public ownership.

There are a total of three entrances in the yard, with two small courtyards. The invited craftsmen and technicians live in the front yard. The two courtyards serve as research rooms and processing rooms, the atrium serves as reception rooms and exhibition rooms, and the back yard serves as an important reference room. Please don't come in for idlers and others.

The two technicians were invited by Director Fang from the May 7th Cadre School. One was named Li and the other was Wu. Both were teachers at the Technical College and worked in mines. They have unique insights into geology and mining.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Lan was about to go home from get off work.

Her hukou is still in the commune, but the working relationship is seconded from the commune to the county, responsible for the propaganda work of the four communes, including the Shanshui Commune and the Qingshi Commune. The other is the work of the research office.

Her work is relatively free, going to the countryside, propaganda, sitting in the office, she arranges herself purely according to the work content.

She greeted the two technicians, "Gong Li, Gong Wu, I'll go first."

The two waved to her, "It's okay here, just go back."

Lin Lan pinned her little radio to her waist and rode her bicycle to the Revolutionary Committee to meet Han Qingsong.

In the public security bureau compound, happened to run into Miao Hongying.

Lin Lan glanced at her, and did not take the initiative to speak. Since the fight, although the old director helped mediate, Lin Lan still didn't like to talk to her privately.

Miao Hongying's mouth narrowed, her sour anger rushed into her nose, "Oh, I said Officer Lin, your work attitude is not good, why do you still take a radio anytime and anywhere?"

Lin Lan: "My name is dedication. People like you who are idle and maggots don't understand."

If I want to listen to my son’s news, I have to engage in propaganda, and I have to always pay attention to national affairs. How can I have the time to take care of you?

You don't look good!

Miao Hongying was also very aggrieved, and now she felt more and more powerless. It seemed that the method of criticizing and pinning the hat had failed.

Originally, she thought that the district commander was her father's brother-in-law, and that was the iron relationship of her own family. How did you know that Han Qingsong and Lin Lan got in touch with Commander Chen when they turned around. Later, Commander Chen also specifically called her father and repeatedly praised Han Qingsong and Lin Lan as good comrades. They worked hard and had outstanding abilities. They were talents that the party and the government needed.

Who can't understand the implication? Obviously, let the father take care not to make trouble.

But can you take care of it? He and his own man are rivals, and the director must let his own man be.

Miao Hongying really killed Lin Lan this woman, why did she pull it like that?

Especially Lin Lan still ignores her!

Miao Hongying couldn't stand Lin Lan's indifferent eyes, and she was clearly saying, "You're a shit," "It's okay, you go aside", which is an insult to the revolutionary family.

She chased Lin Lan into the office building, "I said Officer Lin, what is your attitude? You have to say hello no matter when you see a comrade. You can't raise your eyes to the top of your head when you get promoted. You have to keep it. The humility and..."

"Shut up!" Lin Lan was impatient.

Miao Hongying froze for a moment, and became even more anxious, "You, you told me to shut up? Don't say you are an office secretary, I am a factory cadre, so I am a revolutionary family working people..."

"Take your knife away for me!" Lin Lan pushed the door to enter the office.

Miao Hongying stepped forward and blocked her way, "Knife? What kind of knife? You slander me, where is the knife?"

Lin Lan frowned, stared at her, pointed to her mouth, and slowly said, "I'm babbling, I'm babbling."