one year later.
CCTV.
Song Qingyuan smiled and greeted the people passing by him. Seeing Lin Yue walking up the stairs, he quickly leaned over and whispered, "My dad asked you to come to my house for dinner today."
When Lin Yue heard this, he shook his head like a rattle: "I don't want to go."
Song Qingyuan twisted his arms with both hands: "You have to go if you don't want to go."
Lin Yue said: "Are you trying to kidnap me?"
"It was you who jumped up and down to drag me to come to Beijing to work. What do you mean now? I'm scared."
"I really didn't expect your dad... Oh, I won't go again anyway."
"That won't work." Song Qingyuan said, "If you dare not go, I will tell Nanfang about your hookup with your little girl."
"Song Qingyuan, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Besides, Xiang Nanfang and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend yet. Why should a good person like me hang on her tree?"
"You're not going, are you?"
"Not going."
"Okay, I'll just say that we have been working overtime day and night for a month and have no time to come over for dinner. I will ask the old man to talk to the station manager to reason with you."
"Song Qingyuan, are you ruthless enough to think of such a damaging move? I'll go, can't I just go?"
Speaking of Song Qingyuan's father, Lin Yue was speechless. Since the first time he went to their house, he saw the old man practicing calligraphy somewhere. At that time, his mind was so excited that he left a piece of calligraphy. Well, the old man looked at him with eyes. When he became green, he would be called to his house for dinner every now and then. He was called caring for the younger generation, but he was actually treated as a free calligraphy and painting teacher.
Speaking of Song Qingyuan's father's purpose of learning calligraphy and painting is even more amusing. Others practice it not out of interest, but to cultivate their moral character and cultivate their sentiments. The old man is so good, just to show off among the group of retired old people.
"Brother, I'm sorry for you." Song Qingyuan patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, and then stuffed a document into his arms.
"what?"
"Wouldn't you know it just by looking at it?"
Lin Yue opened it and took a look.
"Hot interview?"
"That's right, you and I." Song Qingyuan said: "Director Sun said that this is the highlight of the stage, and we have finally won the opportunity."
Lin Yue said: "He really thinks highly of us."
"It's not that we think highly of us, but that we think highly of you." At this time, a colleague from the local news department walked by, and Song Qingyuan said hello with a smile on his face: "Who told you to dare to say things that others dare not say? You dare to interview what you dare to interview.”
Lin Yue shrugged: "Okay, stop complaining, doing your job well is better than anything else."
…
In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.
It's almost New Year's Day.
Strong winds from Siberia carry cold air southward, and most areas in the north experience severe cooling weather.
Wen Ju'an got out of the Audi car, tightened his thick down jacket, and ran a few steps quickly to reach He Jiangsheng.
"Dad, you are back."
She was very happy. Counting the days, she hadn't seen him for three months.
He Jiangsheng did not respond to her immediately, but shouted to the workers unloading the goods below: "Be careful, don't bump into it, or you will damage this thing. Don't ask for compensation. If you have money, you won't be able to buy it."
"dad……"
"Oh, I heard that." He Jiangsheng was a little impatient: "Can you let me finish the work at hand first and then we can talk?"
Wen Ju'an was not angry. She was confused. It had been more than a year since she joined her father's company, and this was the first time she had seen him so nervous about what was underneath.
"Dad, what is this? It's so important that you don't even care about me."
Seeing the workers completing the loading and unloading of the first batch of containers, He Jiangsheng paused for a moment, then took out a document from the briefcase under his arm and handed it to her.
Wen Ju'an turned it over in her hand and found that she couldn't understand it at all. She only knew that it was a bunch of metal lumps, and the explanatory text below was all in Russian characters. Occasionally she saw some Chinese comments, and they were all professional terms that she couldn't understand. , the tail nozzle, crankshaft, compressor, combustion chamber, and various parameters composed of numbers and English.
"Dad, what do these... mean?"
He Jiangsheng said: "Actually, Dad doesn't understand the content very well."
Wen Ju'an was speechless: "You don't understand it yourself and you want me to read it?"
"I didn't let you see this." He Jiangsheng turned the document to the end, pointed at the photo and said, "Did you see it?"
"Well, it's beautiful."
Wen Ju'an has seen many airplanes, on TV, in books, in parks and museums, but none of the airplanes in his impression are more beautiful than the photos in front of him.
Pure white paint, streamlined fuselage, elegant wingspan...
Wen Ju'an felt that this thing was more of a work of art than a weapon.
but……
She looked at the big plane in the photo, and then looked at the things shipped into the warehouse, and felt that the gap was a bit big.
He Jiangsheng seemed to understand her doubts and pulled her aside: "What are you thinking? It's not easy to transport these dismantled engine parts back."
"It's just engine parts. It was dismantled by others. It makes you nervous." Wen Ju'an disagreed.
He Jiang was so angry that he stamped his feet: "You silly girl, just this thing, do you know how much it can be sold for?"
"How much?"
He Jiangsheng listened and said a number.
Wen Ju'an was shocked: "So many!"
"Not much, who will do this business if not much? This is a job with your head in your belt." He Jiangsheng muttered in a low voice, looked at her and shook his head. Yes, Wen Ju'an was admitted to university and studied He was still majoring in management, but his performance after joining the shipping company was truly speechless. He finally saw that his daughter was not business material at all, and it was useless no matter how hard he tried to force him---although the same was true for him, If it weren't for Qiao Yicheng's strategizing and decisive victory over Qianli, he would still be drinking from the northwest wind in Youfang Lane.
Wen Ju'an didn't hear his father's complaints and was still thinking about the numbers above.
"Dad, do you think if we bring the whole plane back, we won't have to worry about money for generations?"
He Jiangsheng said: "Not to mention how difficult it is to transport the complete machine back in front of everyone, even if it is shipped back..." He stopped here, shook his head and said: "Qiao Yicheng said that when doing business, do business, and don't get involved with politics. Get involved."
Wen Ju'an couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but since it was brother Yicheng who said it, it must be correct.
"By the way, Ju'an, has your relationship with Yicheng...become closer?" From He Jiangsheng's point of view, this is the question he is most concerned about, because he knows this problem better than anyone else. The man with the title of "CCTV reporter" has such a broad vision and powerful abilities.
He even doubted that the career of a CCTV reporter was a job for that person.
Wen Ju'an was a little embarrassed. If it was Wen Xue who asked this question, she would definitely not answer, but if it were her father, it would be different. "It's still...the same."
"What does that look like? If you don't explain it clearly, how can I know how far you have developed?"
"It's just...Oh, dad...it's just a little more than a friend, a little less than a lover...a couple."
Wen Ju'an couldn't understand why He Jiangsheng was so concerned about her relationship with Qiao Yicheng and asked him every time he came back.
When He Jiangsheng heard that there was not much progress in the relationship between the two, he suddenly became anxious: "Ju'an, it's not that my father is too lenient. If you really miss out on such a good man like Yicheng, it will be a lifetime loss for you, let alone if you don't have him." , our father and daughter may not have a chance to meet again in this life, don’t you think you can take the initiative?”
"Dad, I've already taken the initiative, okay?"
Speaking of this matter, Wen Ju'an was extremely aggrieved. Every weekend she went to the TV station to find him, either to watch a movie, to look for delicious snacks hidden in the busy city, or to let him drive her to the surrounding areas. They hold an umbrella together when it rains, and when they are tired from walking, they will act coquettishly and let him carry her, but even though they are so close, Qiao Yicheng still refuses to publicly admit that she is his girlfriend.
He Jiangsheng frowned, thinking that he would find an opportunity to ask Qiao Yicheng. He would not hesitate to risk his old face for the sake of his daughter's happiness.
…
A week later, in the private room on the second floor of Wu Yutai Teahouse.
He Jiangsheng pushed a document over: "The turbofan engine has been delivered to Mr. Liu, and the money arrived yesterday."
Lin Yue picked up the document in front of him, flipped through it, lit it with a lighter, and threw it into the brazier nearby.
"Mr. Liu also said that if you encounter any injustice in the country in the future, just call him."
Lin Yue smiled and pointed to the tea cup on the table: "The jasmine tea in this shop is good, let's try it."
He Jiangsheng did not drink tea as instructed. He pondered for a moment and said, "Yicheng, I have a question that I don't know whether I should ask."
"What's the problem, tell me."
"What is your attitude towards Ju'an?"
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