Zheng Weijian watched, dazed, as the street office efficiently processed their procedures for becoming sent-down youth.
He had been resting at home; although there were no news yet, if there were, he would have to start work at any minute, which wouldn't be as comfortable as now.
But he had not expected the Revolutionary Committee to actually come to his door, especially with Zhou Juan leading them.
"We're going to the street office to register," Zhou Juan said in a low voice.
To the street office? Now? Zheng Weijian was confused, "Aren't we, aren't we..."
Fortunately, he remembered the people following behind Zhou Juan; he could not understand why Zhou Juan would bring GWH personnel to his door.
Is this what happens if you don't register at the street office?
Zheng Weijian didn't understand, and he was very confused, but he didn't ask, "I, I don't have my household registration booklet."
