Lin Yue frowned, waved him to go about his business, walked over, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hey, you're looking for me?"
"..."
"What happened to Young's Socks?"
"..."
"I know this."
"..."
"No, I didn't call Yang Xue. The last conversation with her father was very unpleasant."
"..."
"okay, I get it."
Lin Yue hung up the phone and walked out of the south room. Chen Ping was holding a piece of pancake in his hand and asked, "What's going on?"
"What happened at the sock factory has nothing to do with you."
"Of course it has nothing to do with me. I want to know what it has to do with you."
Lin Yue glared at him: "The furniture factory is not enough for you, right?"
"I don't care about you."
"Are you concerned about me? You want to know more about me so that you can go to your aunt's shop to have sex with Xiaoya. A man in his mid-twenties is chasing a nineteen-year-old girl. You really have the courage to do so. Make a fortune."
Chen Ping felt a little embarrassed when he revealed his secrets, so he muttered in a low voice, "Do you think I think that when the cousins are free, they either eat all kinds of melon seeds or talk about you, so I don't want to get more precious things?" Only information can attract their attention? Isn’t Chen Tingting younger than you?"
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I have to cook." Lin Yue took two steps forward and suddenly stopped, turning around and said, "That's not how you eat pancakes. You have to roll them with green onions."
"Rolled green onions? This is already dry enough, but it's a little sweet. How spicy are the green onions?"
This thing is a specialty of Shandong and is not available in Yiwu. The main reason is that a customer from Shandong came to visit the furniture factory a few days ago and brought some local specialties. Xiao Dongfeng gave some to him to take home and try something new. He was tired from working in the afternoon. Now, it’s not time for dinner, so I just want to do it casually and use it as snacks to fill my stomach, but I didn’t expect that there are so many things to pay attention to.
"If it's too spicy, add some sweet bean sauce."
After Lin Yue finished speaking, he left his cousin who was troublesome and walked towards the north room.
Jiang Zhenshan just told him the news that Yang Xue's father Yang Tianci died of illness. In fact, he knew about this two months ago and asked someone from the Shanghai office to send a wreath in the name of Jinli. At that time I also wanted to call Yang Xue to say hello, but after thinking carefully for a moment, I gave up based on the idea that doing more is worse than doing less.
What kind of person is Yang Xue? She wants to be strong and competitive. The less she gets, the more she will never forget what she says. It would be bad to care too much about her words.
But one thing he didn't expect was that shortly after Yang Tianci's death, the Yang Group began to make reductions, shrinking the group's front line in the sock market, and even letting the Puxi Sock Factory's Shuangyan Socks enter their base camp.
Jiang Zhenshan was afraid that there was fraud and called the headquarters to report the matter. As a result, Jinli asked Jiang Zhenshan to contact him directly because he knew the sock factory better.
There is a high probability that something is going on within the Yang family.
In the TV series, Yang Xue was always constrained by the elders of the group, and later Ruan Wenxiong helped her settle the board of directors. Here, Yang Tianci stumbled over the Puxi Socks Factory, and died in the next few years. This will inevitably have some impact on Yang Xue taking over the management of the group.
It seems I have to go to Shanghai.
This matter is not only related to whether Yang Xue can successfully inherit the Yang Group, but also related to the strategic adjustment of Puxi Socks Factory. No matter what considerations, he has to do this.
"Lin Yue, don't be busy cooking now. Come on, come on, have a few words with your uncle."
Chen Jinzhu called him to the west room and handed him a cigarette.
"Stop smoking, it's time for Hu Li to complain again."
"She complained about hers, and you whipped yours. Why do you think so much about it?"
In the past, when something happened, Hu Li would always be cold-tempered and yell, which made him lose face in front of his son. Now he no longer yells, but it is inevitable that he will whisper and whisper behind his back. Lin Yue said to introduce him to him. A young and beautiful man can talk like this, but he can't do things like this. After all, his two sons are so old, and he is still the mayor of the town. He is no better than ordinary people. The impact of playing like this will not be good, so I can make do with it.
"Uncle, please tell me something. Mom said that my grandma didn't know what happened recently. She talked about the three-slice fish she ate at the banquet when she was young in Wenzhou. Today I went to the vegetable market and bought a grass carp just for this purpose. It takes a lot of time to make this dish for her. If you delay it for too long, it won’t be served until dark.”
Chen Jinzhu took a puff of cigarette and said, "Do you know what those people in the Commodity City said about you behind your back?"
It turned out that it was because of this, Lin Yue smiled slightly: "It's not a good thing anyway."
Chen Jinzhu nodded: "Some are good and some are bad."
"In other words, it has mixed reputations and reputations."
"Don't take it seriously. Someone has sent a report letter to the town."
Lin Yue laughed dumbly: "Sent it to the town? What did they write?"
Chen Jinzhu said: "You divide the masses, affect unity, use public power for private purposes, and act arbitrarily based on President Jin's trust in you."
"Then what? Did you have a meeting to study this issue?"
"No, everyone thinks that the person who wrote the report letter is just looking for trouble."
"Still, those who divide the masses and affect unity are just slapped with random names. It's not those years anymore. This trick no longer works. And the loan matter is under the control of Shuangwu Group, let alone suing the town and causing trouble in the city. Even in the provincial capital, if Jinli doesn't speak, no one can do anything to me."
Chen Jinzhu sighed: "You said you... Why bother to take on such an offending job?"
"Offend someone?" Lin Yue said: "You have forgotten what I said when I went to the city to rescue Qiu Yingjie. Only mediocre people in the world have no blame and no honor. What's more, I have a deep meaning in doing this."
Chen Jinzhu was puzzled: "What's the deep meaning? What's the deep meaning?"
"In this incident, two-fifths of the merchants signed with me. So if we encounter similar things in the future, will they also vote in favor? The remaining three-fifths will be shuffled out. A group of new people will come in. With this kind of experience, will they consider my opinions when making major decisions in the future? As for the remaining stubborn group, they are willing to go against the general trend and follow the money. If you can’t make it, just let them go.”
In the past, Chen Jinzhu might not have understood what he was going to do, but after being the mayor for 89 years, he had accumulated some political experience.
"You...are you planning to start a chamber of commerce?"
"Uncle, I find that you have become smarter, but your hair is not bald." Lin Yue said: "After this fake product scandal, I think those with far-sightedness must have realized the problem. Many things have already happened by the time the public reacts. It's too late, and all they can do is make up for it, so in order to protect everyone's interests and prevent similar situations from happening again, it is necessary to establish a chamber of commerce, because only those who are doing business on the front line can timely and accurately Keep abreast of market trends and respond appropriately.”
Chen Jinzhu said: "This matter... was planned by Qiu Yingjie, right?"
Lin Yue laughed dryly: "Yes, yes, that's right, it was Qiu Yingjie who planned it."
"He still takes a long-term view." Chen Jinzhu sighed: "If you have this kind of disease and still think about the merchants in the market, why don't you say that good people are not rewarded?"
Lin Yue said: "Qiu Yingjie doesn't need to worry too much. Zhang Xue has rushed back from the United States and is taking him for treatment abroad."
"This disease is terminal, right? Can it be cured abroad?"
"Don't worry, it was discovered early and the problem is not too big."
"That's good, that's good."
Maybe it's because he has reached the age where he knows his destiny, or maybe because his life has improved in recent years and he no longer lacks food or clothing. Chen Jinzhu is not as timid and careless about money as before, and he is much kinder to others.
Lin Yue stood up and said, "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll go cook."
"It's okay, it's okay, go quickly. I'm getting hungry now that you say it."
Chen Jinzhu put out his cigarette, threw it into the ashtray, and followed Lin Yue out: "You pack the fish, I'll go outside and buy some more food and drinks."
"good."
Lin Yue agreed and went into the kitchen to work.
…
Three days later.
Yiwu Railway Station.
Zhang Xue pulled the trolley box and looked at the bustling crowd in front of him with an impatient expression.
When buying tickets, these people were afraid that they would not be able to buy a ticket. You squeezed me and I squeezed you. When checking in and entering the station, they were afraid that you would not be able to catch the train. It was a crazy crowd that refused to let anyone in. It was still like this on the platform.
Otherwise, she would not want to live in Yiwu with Qiu Yingjie. The material conditions in Beijing are one reason, and the cultural environment here is also another reason.
Qiu Yan stood hand in hand with her, looking at her Uncle Lin with reluctance.
Qiu Yingjie wore a gray scarf and looked at the tall building diagonally opposite the train station with a complex expression, exuding a sense of reluctance all over his body.
Of course he would not feel good about leaving the place where he was born, raised, and worked for for more than ten years.
"Okay, don't look like you're reluctant to leave. It's too pretentious. It's not like you won't come back." Lin Yue patted his arm: "Go over there and cooperate with the doctor for good treatment. Once your condition stabilizes, no one will stop you from doing anything you want to do." you."
"You, you." Qiu Yingjie was amused. Being called hypocritical by a young man who was almost ten years younger than him was really...
"The Commodity City is left to you. Don't be too harsh on them. Many people have not studied for a few years and their vision is not as long-term as yours. You cannot measure them by the standards you require of yourself."
"Okay, I understand, you are no longer the leader, and you still sound like you are lecturing me."
"I'm not teaching you a lesson here. I'm trying to persuade you."
After the previous farce, Qiu Yingjie had some clues. If this kid played dirty tricks, few people would be fooled. Such a person who wholeheartedly does good things would be a blessing to Yiwu. But if he is sincere and does evil, That destructive power... is absolutely amazing.
"Okay, it's persuasion, it's persuasion."
squeak……
Lin Yue's voice was drowned out by the sound of the train entering the station. People on the platform carried suitcases, carried luggage, rummaged through their bags to get tickets, and were ready to get on the train as soon as possible to occupy their seats. Staff in green uniforms maintained order on the side and pushed back those activists who crossed the line.
"The car is here, get ready to get on it, keep an eye on Qiu Yan, and remember to call me when you get there."
"Okay, got it."
Qiu Yingjie turned and walked to Zhang Xue and looked back at him: "This is not my first time going abroad. Let's go back."
Lin Yue said: "Who will give it to you? I will give it to Yanyan."
Qiu Yingjie smiled awkwardly, feeling that this guy was too dishonest and would make everyone's jokes.
"Uncle Lin, my classmates said that if I go there, I won't be able to get used to American food."
"I told you to call me Brother Lin, but I haven't even married my wife yet, uncle? The more you call me, the older you get."
Qiu Yan glanced at his father who looked dumbfounded: "Okay, then I'll call you Brother Lin."
Lin Yue was happy this time, but she felt a little awkward. She used to call her uncle, but now she calls her brother...
"I remember there was a Chinese restaurant downstairs where your mother lived. When I wanted to eat fried noodles, I told the owner that when I went to the United States to find your mother, I ate the fried noodles made by him. I guess it has my eight-successful power. "
"real?"
"How can I lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask your mother?"
Zhang Xue said: "There is a Chinese restaurant downstairs, but the chef's specialty is Cantonese cuisine. I really didn't know he could make old Beijing fried noodles."
She had eaten Lin Yue's noodles with soybean paste, and they were indeed very authentic. She also couldn't understand how an out-and-out Yiwu person could be so knowledgeable about northern cuisine and Beijing snacks. Even some locals and tourists loved to patronize them. It was difficult for her to know the name and address of a fly house she knew so well. Even she, a native of Beijing, found it hard to do so.
After hearing what his mother said, Qiu Yan pouted and said, "Don't lie to me, Cantonese food is Cantonese food, and fried bean paste noodles are Beijing snacks."
"Well, you go and try it first. If it doesn't taste right, you can settle the score with me later, okay?"
"..."
Qiu Yan looked hesitant.
"When did Brother Lin lie to you?"
"You obviously lie to me often."
Zhang Xue stroked the back of her head and said: "I usually lie to you just to tease you. Now you are going abroad and may not be able to return to Yiwu for a long time. If he lies to you about this matter, it is not to make you hold a grudge." Him? When you get back to the United States, make arrangements with your dad, and then mom will take you to eat, okay?"
Qiu Yan's expression softened a little.
Zhang Xue thought she was afraid that Lin Yue would lie to her, but actually... Lin Yue knew very well that the little girl was so nervous because she was uneasy. She was going from a familiar place to an unfamiliar place, or a foreign city where she didn't understand the language. Don't When it comes to a child, even adults can sneer.
"Okay, it's time to get in the car. If you don't get in the car, you won't be able to leave." Qiu Yingjie didn't want to make the farewell feel like a farewell, so he patted Qiu Yan on the back and asked mother and daughter to get in the car.
Lin Yue caught the flash of disappointment in the corner of his eyes, and after thinking for a moment, he realized that he was probably regretting that Chen Jianghe did not come to see him off, but it was also understandable that Chen Jianghe was now focusing all his thoughts on Luo Yuzhu. If you try your best to exonerate her, you won't have the energy to take care of other things.
"Let's go, I will go to the United States to see you when I have time."
Qiu Yingjie nodded and took them onto the train. When he entered the carriage, he stopped and turned around. His lips moved, but they were suppressed because the surrounding environment was too noisy.
Lin Yue knew that it was the word "thank you".
He said nothing, waved goodbye and left the train station.
…
Five days later.
Shanghai.
In a cafe in xh district.
As the most modern city in the country, before the coffee boom started in other areas, the cafes here have begun to be in line with foreign standards. Old Shanghainese in small groups listen to music, order a few cups of American coffee, and a plate of waffles or meringues. Cake and enjoy afternoon tea relaxedly and lazily.
The sunshine must be just right, the pattern on the coffee cup must be eye-catching, the air must have the aroma of roasted coffee beans, and the woman’s voice must be soft and gentle.
Lin Yue sat on the coffee table near the window, drinking coffee that was slightly scalding to his mouth, while admiring the old Shanghainese on the street bargaining with a middle-aged woman selling lotus seeds in a cart.
"Hey, thank you for finding a place like this."
Yang Xue is here, how can I say she is dressed up? She is a bit more elegant than warm. It is not summer yet, so she puts on a low-cut long skirt and high heels. Her hair looks like it has been permed, and she waves lightly with her snow-white wrists. , giving off a scent of Chanel’s island forest.
She was surprised that Lin Yue, an outsider, could actually find such a cafe with the atmosphere that old Shanghainese loved so much.
Lin Yue waved to the seat opposite: "Sit down, what would you like to drink?"
Yang Xue looked at him carefully, sat on the chair, and put her bag to the right: "Coffee."
Lin Yuechong snapped his fingers at the waiter, and when he came to his side, he pointed at Yang Xue: "Give this lady a cup of Italian without adding sugar or milk."
"OK."
The waiter noted down his needs, said "wait a moment", turned around and left.
Yang Xue looked at him, looking very surprised.
"What's wrong?"
"How do you know my taste?"
"When we ate at the Garden Hotel before, you said that you studied in Italy. You also said that you don't like sweets. You also asked the waiter to put as little salad dressing as possible on the fruit salad, because if you put too much sauce, it will cover it up. The original taste of vegetables.”
"So, you can judge my taste based on these?"
"What, isn't it right?"
