The leader nodded and tactfully reminded the secretary to send the guests off.
However, Xue Jianhua did not lift his butt.
His wife, Suhong, reminded him to leave quickly. The leader was busy!
Zhang Hongyang had no intention of retreating.
The leader asked anxiously,"Master Zhang, is there anything else?"
Zhang Hongyang coughed and asked solemnly," I heard that the leader of the Northeast Company wants to sell our heavy chemical machinery factory. Do you know about this?
The leader secretly complained in his heart,'This Northeast Company is a large-scale enterprise stationed in Suoyang City by the central government. The heavy chemical machinery factory is their subordinate unit. If they want to sell it, what can I do?'
However, he couldn't directly explain this to Zhang Hongyang. In the eyes of the workers, the government should be all-encompassing.
Zhang Hongyang became stubborn,"We workers are firmly opposed to this matter." If they really want to sell it, we'll organize ten thousand workers to appeal to the central government.
The leader was stumped. It seemed that it was not easy to talk to the model workers of this planned economy era.
Zhang Chaoyang left the government office building in a small car with a very satisfied mood.
He had completed the task that his fellow workers had given him. He conveyed everyone's voices to the ears of the government leaders.
Zhang Chaoyang had reason and was qualified to talk to any leader of Suoyang. Because three years ago, he sat in the banquet hall of the Great Hall of the People in Beijing as a national model worker and talked with the leaders of the party and the country at the wine table.
The national leader asked,"How is the income of your workers?" Are you satisfied with the reform of the company?
At that time, Zhang Chaoyang suddenly thought of the laid-off workers in the company. Without thinking, he said," We workers have no higher requirements. As long as we have work to do and food to eat, we will be satisfied.
Back in Suoyang, he repeated this sentence to the workers 'representatives at the citywide welcome meeting. There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the audience.
However, two months later, the company's vice president, Xue Jianhua, came to the heavy chemical machinery factory to carry out a pilot reform of the employment system. The first person who did not have any work to do and no food to eat was Zhang Chaoyang, the national model worker.
When this matter was brought up, he was furious.
In his eyes, Xue Jianhua was a person who had committed a great sin by destroying other people's rice bowls. No wonder he couldn't be promoted to vice president after eight years. God had eyes!
Just as Xue Jianhua left the airport in CEO Liang's Lincoln, Qian Lihou and his three private entrepreneur friends boarded the McDonnell Douglas plane back to Northeast China.
Qian Lihou's decision to come to the Northeast was made on the mahjong table.
The three friends came to the northeast to invest in Suoyang City. They had already confirmed their investment intentions with Suoyang, and they were going to hold a signing ceremony at the Suoyang Cultural Festival.
Qian Lihou was dragged here by them as a prank.
At noon, they finished their drinks in the hotel and started playing mahjong. The "boss" of the three friends, Chairman Zhang, said, Qian Lihou, if you lose today, come with us to the northeast.
Qian Lihou didn't take it seriously. He had never lost to them in mahjong.
However, he lost 200,000 yuan at the start of the game.
He had no choice but to follow!
In fact, Qian Lihou had long wanted to make a trip to Suoyang.
Back then, this old city that had been in his heart for decades had given him the sweetness of his first love in his youth, but it had also given him a heavy blow to his career and future. Happiness and pain, nostalgia and hatred, caused him to have a complicated feeling of wanting to get close to Suoyang but being afraid.
How many times had he made up his mind to come, only to change his mind on the way?
Today, however, for some absurd reason, he resolutely began this originally very solemn and serious journey.
Life was short, and time flew by. Qian Lihou counted with his fingers. It had been 25 years since they parted.
25 years later, what did Suoyang look like?
In the dark of the night, the plane flew at an unusually fast speed. Qian Lihou hadn't even finished his tea when the McDonnell Douglas plane landed slowly in the brightly lit Northeast Airport.
The airport exit was crowded with people waiting to pick them up.
An eye-catching wooden token was raised among the moving heads. The words "Suoyang Cultural Festival" were written on it.
Under the wooden sign, a short, cadre-like personnel would jump up from time to time and look at the exit with difficulty.
Qian Lihou and his three friends chatted merrily as they walked out of the airport exit with their exquisite bags.
The person who had jumped under the wooden sign rushed out of the crowd in surprise and welcomed them.
He grabbed Boss's hand first. Chairman Zhang!
Chairman Zhang immediately recognized the person who picked him up. Yo, Director Li, you came personally!
Qian Lihou and the others stopped in their tracks at the same time.
Director Li excitedly shook hands with the guests one by one and greeted each of them skillfully.
When his hand touched Qian Lihou, he realized that it was an unfamiliar face.
The guest had an imposing appearance and seemed a little reserved in the face of the overly polite Director Li.
Director Li was puzzled,"This gentleman?"
Chairman Zhang walked over and introduced him." Uh, let me introduce you. He is the general manager of the Northwest Transportation Company. He is my friend, Qian Lihou."
Qian Lihou held Director Li's hand tightly. Please forgive me for coming without invitation.
Director Li immediately put on a professional smile. Where, where? Welcome President Xue to Suoyang.
In the vast fields, a modern highway stretched into the distance.
On the road, a few black cars were speeding along.
In the car in front, Director Li was happily chatting with Chairman Zhang and Qian Lihou who were sitting in the back seat.
Chairman Zhang: Director Li, didn't we confirm our matter last month?
Director Li: Yes, yes.
Chairman Zhang, why do you want me to do it again?
Director Li: " The cultural festival should have an official signing ceremony to show the results!"
Chairman Zhang: " Hahaha, Suoyang people, they love to create formalities…"
Qian Lihou didn't seem to be interested in their conversation. His eyes were always looking at the scenery outside the window.
In the early autumn evening mist, the waves of rice were rolling, a beautiful picture of a bumper harvest.
That year, it was also this season.
Sigh…
Director Li looked at Xue Jianhua, who was looking into the distance, and coughed a few times as if he was reminding him. Then, he tentatively said, Yes, President Xue, this time, you came to Suoyang to... to... invest?
Qian Lihou retracted his gaze,"Heh, Director Li, don't call me President Xue." I don't have any money on me.
Hearing this, Director Li looked puzzled.
Qian Lihou emphasized that he was here for sightseeing.
Director Li was shocked, Sightseeing…
Qian Lihou said,"Director, aren't you holding a cultural festival? I'm here to look for culture."
Director Li was even more confused,[Searching for culture…Why did you think of our Suoyang?]
Chairman Zhang: (pun intended) Do you even need to ask? She has a special liking for Suoyang!
The few of them laughed.
In the Suoyang Hotel, colorful flags fluttered, red candles shone high, guests were full, and gongs and drums were loud.
The guests attending the cultural festival came one after another, and the government leaders welcomed them one after another. They were extremely busy.
On the second floor, the door of a room opened and closed again and again. People were busy going in and out.
There was a piece of red paper pasted on the door. On the paper, there were a few big words: " Cultural Festival's reception room."
The room was filled with smoke, and the officials in charge of reception frowned, as if they were troubled by something.
A bald official walked up to a man who looked like a leader and said," Director, don't worry. Since he said that he was here for sightseeing, he would treat him as an ordinary guest!
The young official beside him disagreed. That wouldn't do. The Northwest Transportation Company was a big consortium. This Mr. Xue might have a few hundred million on him!
If that was the case, his secretary and guards would have followed him long ago. They would not have followed him so casually. Moreover, he didn't even inform her beforehand!
One cannot judge a book by its cover. If he treated them slowly, he might lose a big fish!
The director waved his hand and said," Stop arguing. Let Director Li ask Chairman Zhang again to find out his true purpose."
The bald official obediently agreed with a "yes" and left the room in a hurry.
The phone rang, and the young official went to answer it.
The director took a piece of paper from the table.
At the top of the paper was a striking headline: VIP list.
Under the sparse list of names, the director hesitated for a long time before finally adding the words "Qian Lihou".
At this moment, the bald official walked in excitedly." Director, I've figured it out.
The director quickly asked,"What do you mean?"
The bald official said,"Chairman Zhang said that Mr. Xue likes to study ethnic culture. When he heard that we were holding a cultural festival, he was happy and followed Chairman Zhang here."
The director frowned and thought to himself,'I was just happy…'
The young official was not convinced,'This doesn't mean that he doesn't have the possibility of investing!'
The director did not seem to hear what the young official said. He pursed his lips and took a deep puff of his cigarette. Then he took the VIP list again and crossed out the words "Qian Lihou".
The director spat out the smoke from his mouth.
In the bustling banquet hall, the dishes were already served.
However, it seemed like an important guest had yet to arrive, so the order to eat had not been issued.
People started discussing, their words showing their dissatisfaction with the latecomers.
Suddenly, someone whispered,"I'm coming."
Everyone looked at the door in unison.
At the door, Director Li and the last batch of guests he had brought appeared.
The director and two reception officials hurriedly went up to greet him.
The hotel waiter took the guest's luggage.
A waitress was ordered to take a list and read it to the customer. Chairman Zhang, General Manager Wang, Factory Manager Chen, please come to the VIP lounge.
The waitress made a " please " gesture and guided the guest to the room marked " VIP Hall."
Chairman Zhang made a funny face at Qian Lihou, then waved at him and walked away.
Director Li called another waitress over and pointed at Qian Lihou. Find a seat for this gentleman.
Every table in the hall was packed. No matter which table Qian Lihou went to, people would shout,"It's full," and they obviously didn't welcome him.
The waitress spent a lot of effort to find a table in the corner of the restaurant that she could barely sit down at.
The waitress said apologetically to Qian Lihou, Sir, I'm sorry.
Qian Lihou said helplessly,"Nothing."
The band played the " welcome song " and the banquet began.
At Qian Lihou's dining table, the people at the same table seemed to be very familiar with each other. They pushed each other's glasses and exchanged drinks, joking around. This time, Qian Lihou, this rich man, was left out in the cold.
He poured himself a glass of wine awkwardly. After staying for a while, he felt that it was indeed boring, so he left without saying goodbye and slipped out of the banquet hall.
The beautiful night view of Suoyang City was presented in the floating melody of the " Welcome Song."
The lights of thousands of houses on both sides of the Suoyang River.
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The flowing river reflected the endless traffic and tourists on the Suoyang Bridge.
- Fountain in the river.
A Santana taxi was driving along the riverbank.
Qian Lihou sat in the front row, enjoying the night view while talking to the driver.
Driver: Sir, where are we going?
Qian Lihou asked,"Is the Liao Pagoda in Beishan far from here?"
Driver: Liao Tower, not far…He couldn't see the tower clearly at night.
Qian Lihou: (affectionately) Watching Liao Tower under the moon is more charming.
Driver: Yes, you've been here before?
Qian Lihou thought,"It's been 25 years, what a huge change!"
Driver: " You sound like a scholar…Uh, you're here for the cultural festival, right?"
Qian Lihou nodded.
Driver: Well, there should be someone accompanying you!
Qian Lihou said,"I want to see for myself."
Driver: It's more casual to be a loner. Sir, I'll send you wherever you want to go tonight.
Qian Lihou asked,"What other fun places do you have here?"
Driver: " Sir, you don't know. The lady at Suoyang Hotel in the east of the city is very beautiful…"
Qian Lihou's spirits lifted,"Really?" I'll go take a look later…
The Northern Mountain in autumn was exceptionally quiet in the night.
When the taxi reached the top of the mountain, the moon had just risen.
In the sky, the moon was bright and clear like water.
At the top of the mountain, the Liao Tower stood tall, and the shadows of the trees reached the sky.
In the distance, the faint sound of the city's night could be heard. In the night, the lights of the industrial town flickered.
Qian Lihou stood beside the taxi, looking at the hazy shadow of the tower and sighing deeply.
25 years ago, the life drama of his youth had started under the Liao Tower.
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