MTL - The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993-Chapter 968 , move

  Placing a stack of documents on the table, Mr. Wen asked, "I heard that Zhang Xuan came to the Shanghai Stock Exchange?"

  The driver replied: "Tomorrow is the release date of the Intime mobile phone. Many important leaders of the Shanghai Stock Exchange will participate, so he is here."

  Here, the driver thought for a while and said, "This time, Mi Jian is with him."

  Hearing the sound, Mr. Wen raised his head: "Isn't it Du Shuangling?" The driver confirmed, "No, it's Mi Jian."

  Old Man Wen fell into deep thought, and said for a long while: "It's unusual."

  The driver expressed his thoughts: "If you are so open, there should be a major breakthrough in the relationship between the two..."

  Master Wen asked, "Where is Huihui?"

  The driver replied: "Miss is practicing the piano at home."

  Old Man Wen asked again: "I heard that he also has a piano at home?"

  The driver glanced at him quietly, and replied truthfully: "Yes, Ms. Yuan helped to customize it."

  Old Master Wen ordered: "I want her to come and have dinner with me."

  In the evening, Yuan Mei, who received a call, rejected a dinner party, bought some supplements, and showed up at Grandpa's convalescent villa.

   "Grandpa, are you looking for me?" Yuan Mei asked bluntly as soon as he entered the door. Old Man Wen pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit down and have dinner with me."

  Yuan Mei asked concerned: "After taking traditional Chinese medicine for so long, how is your health? Do you feel better?"

   Seeing his granddaughter’s sincere concern, Mr. Wen showed a kind smile: “Grandpa is old, his body is like a colander, and he will always have the same problem. This is a natural law, so don’t worry too much.”

  Yuan Mei heard the hidden meaning of "not afraid of life and death", her heart froze, and a general sense of sadness suddenly rose.

  To be honest, this grandfather was not particularly kind to his mother, he could even be called fierce and aggressive, but he did his utmost to these juniors, and they got close to this old man from the bottom of their hearts.

   For this reason, Wen Yu and the others often say that they are relatives from the next generation.

  The grandpa and grandson just ate and babbled about homework.

  In the middle, Mr. Wen suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What do you think about the matter between your cousin and Zhang Xuan?"

  Yuan Mei came to her mind.

  In the past, she had been waiting anxiously for this day. She knew that she would never be able to hide from her grandfather that she "helped the evildoers" and so she was always waiting to be reprimanded.

  However, due to the adequate preparation in her heart and the fact that she has received a Western-style education since she was a child, Yuan Mei is not so cowardly, but insists on following her heart: "When I hear about love, nine out of ten are sad.

  No matter what era and environment they are in, people have the longing for the beautiful love and marriage of "holding the hand of the child and growing old together"

  Recently, I am reading Mr. Lu Xun's "Sorrow for the Dead", which is the only work in the old man's life that describes love, created in 1925.

  It is different from the traditional style of love. He neither sings the belief of the supremacy of love, nor exaggerates the slightest tragedy. It is a thorough confession, which is confessed from the perspective of the hero of the story.

  There is a sentence in it that impressed me very much: If I could, I would write down my regrets and sorrows, for Zijun and myself.”

  Hearing his granddaughter talking about love frankly, and hearing his granddaughter talking about Mr. Lu Xun, whom he admired the most, Mr. Wen seemed a little dazed for a moment.

At this time, the aging memory seems to be activated. The love with "her" once appeared vividly in front of my eyes. The mutual encouragement and resoluteness of once eloping with her for a lifetime, once rubbing shoulders with each other in the newspaper office, and once devoted ourselves to the great revolutionary cause are like a slide show. play in mind

  Yuan Mei's premeditated sentence "If I can, I will write down my regret and sorrow, for Zijun, for myself" is the death spot of the old man in Chinese, and his eyes that have been dry for many years are now a little wet.

  Yuan Mei pretended to be calm on the surface, but observed the every move of Mr. Wen with an extremely restless heart. In fact, "Sorrow for the Dead" was recommended to her by her cousin Wen Hui. At that time, she was afraid that her grandfather would settle accounts after the fall, so she tactfully asked Wenhui for advice.

  Wen Hui and grandpa have been together for so many years, it’s hard for the old man

   means knowing the root and the bottom. And because she looks very similar to the deceased grandma, she is especially doted on by the old man.

  Over the past ten years, I always took her for a walk in my spare time, or told her about the war-torn years and the sweet love in the suffering years in front of the "grandmother" photo frame.

  So Wenhui knows which great writer her grandfather admires?

  Knowing that grandpa loves to read "Sorrow for the Dead", how do you know how to poke at grandpa's weakness?

  So when the eldest cousin found her, Wenhui smiled knowingly, and immediately gave her the book "Sorrow for the Past", and specially marked the bottom of this sentence with a pen.

Sure enough, one sentence brought grandpa back to the old days, revealed the biggest regret in grandpa's happy love first, and made the tough grandpa burst into tears. Yuan Mei was relieved by this, and even sighed secretly: Zhang Xuanhe Dehe Yes, let Huihui do this for him!

  After dinner, Yuan Mei, who left the villa, immediately sent a text message to Wen Hui: Grandpa came to see me today.

   After waiting for two minutes, Yuan Mei, who didn't get a reply from her cousin, continued to send text messages, and sent 5 text messages in one breath, briefly talking about what happened today.

  At the end, Yuan Mei sent the last text message: Although I said this through my mouth today, I feel that I can’t hide it from my grandpa. You have to be prepared.

  Wen Hui just came out of the bathroom, picked up her phone and put it down after watching it.

  She knows that the "war" between herself and her grandfather is at a stalemate. Although it is still uncertain who will win, she is proceeding according to her plan.

   the next day.

  Zhang Xuan brought Mi Jian to Yintai Technology.

  Seeing Mi Jian, Li Mei, who knew the inside story, was very surprised, and took the opportunity to ask him in a low voice: "You are so blatant, aren't you afraid that Wen Hui will be jealous?"

  Zhang Xuan smiled, but turned a deaf ear to this: "Are they all here?"

  Li Mei knew that "they" referred to the big leaders of the Shanghai stock market, so she gave him a self-produced mobile phone and said, "They are all here, you go to meet them now?"

  Zhang Xuan said yes.

   It is said that a man has a face, and a tree has a bark. Since he has come by himself, then this face must be given to others.

   Seeing the big boss of the Shanghai stock market again, he felt a little strange, thinking that it might be related to his upcoming journey.

  The big boss stretched out his hand to him: "I haven't seen you for a while, come and sit at home when I have time."

  Zhang Xuan held it calmly, and said yes sincerely.

   After greeting the leaders, the old man looked at Huang Li who was walking towards him.

  Meeting again, Huang Li, who had cast off the shackles in her heart, felt a little different, but what was the difference, the old man couldn't tell how ugly he was?

   "Mi Jian came to the Shanghai stock market, why didn't he come to the press conference?" Huang Li looked around and asked.

  Zhang Xuan said: "She has a quiet temper, so she didn't come."

  Huang Li had a serious look on her face when she heard this: "Many people want this opportunity but can't get it. It's good for her to give her the gluttonous meat on her lips, and she still has to take three points.

  Should I say she has nothing to contend with? Or should it be said that she is the highest state of refusal and welcome? "

Zhang Xuan didn't pay attention to what she said, but said lightly: "She is Mijian." She is Mijian, and Huang Li was speechless for a long time after tasting the endless words, "You know, I envy her life."

  Zhang Xuan said: "Why envy others, your life is better."

   Huang Li smiled to herself, understood what he meant, changed the subject and said, "After I came back from the sea last time, I kissed five times."

  Zhang Xuan was curious: "Anyone you like?"

  Huang Li shook her head: "It didn't work. I think it's because I'm not lucky enough, so I came to see you, a person who is deeply blessed today, to see if a hug can share some blessings."

  Zhang Xuan:."

  Oriole asked: "What are you thinking?"

  Zhang Xuandao: "I was thinking that you are not in a bad mood, and you are still thinking about joking with me."

  Hearing this, Huang Li took a step closer, reached out to hug him, and then whispered in his ear: "I bought a wedding house, but the groom doesn't know where it is yet? Why don't you go help me press it tonight?"

  Suppression? "

  Zhang Xuan glanced at the big boss over there, stood upright, and said with compassion: "If you continue to do this, I will be kicked out of the Shanghai stock market."

   Huang Li looked at him, took a step back and said with a smile, "I'm sure, you really are not interested in me."

   After finishing speaking, she waved her hand slightly: "Don't let Sister Tao down, see you again." Huang Li left, turned around and left the press conference hall.

  Listening to her saying "Sister Tao", looking at her slightly lonely back, Zhang Xuan, who had no desire for her, had a rare disturbance.

   This has nothing to do with it, it's just that there is one less person in this world who pays close attention to himself. Seeing him standing still, Li Mei came to her side and asked, "Are you okay?"

  Zhang Xuan waved his hand: "It's all right."

  Li Mei said with the voice of only two people: "If you don't want to, just chase after her. This is a rare beauty."

  Zhang Xuan was speechless. He didn't want to talk about this topic, so he just rolled his eyes.

  Li Mei said to him: "Today's press conference has a lot of guests and reporters, why don't you host it?"

  Zhang Xuan refused: "This phone is all your hard work. You know this better than me. Come on."

   Now that he is in his position, he is no longer interested in these petty names and fortunes, and there is no need to compete with his subordinates for exposure.

   After working together for so many years, Li Mei knew his nature well, so she decided to settle for the next best thing: "Later, I will show a few more faces and let the reporters take more pictures, so that I can promote it."

  Zhang Xuan looked at her for three seconds, and realized: "The reason why you moved the mobile phone launch earlier is because you want to use your "reputation"?"

  Li Mei did not deny it: "From the time you donated more than 30 million royalties to "the world", you have already obtained a certain degree of immunity from public opinion and have become a walking advertisement."

  As soon as these words came out, Zhang Xuan probably understood.

  Although the function of the new mobile phone of Intime Technology is more powerful than that of the competitor Nokia 8110, the appearance is more refined, more humanized, and has more styles.

   But Nokia, who is the king of the mobile phone market, can't stand it. Li Mei, who has made full preparations, is still a little apprehensive at the door.

Regarding his own vital interests, Zhang Xuan agreed, and made a suggestion: "Later, at the mobile phone conference, you can add a comparison link, and invite our mobile phone and Nokia 8110 to the stage, so that the reporters below The media and even relevant leaders personally experience the difference between the two machines, which will not only demonstrate our confidence, but also create a hot gimmick.”1

  Li Mei's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands and said, "This method is good, although it's a bit rascal, it should work."

Seeing her acceptance, Zhang Xuanduo said: "If you want more topics and attract more people's attention, you can be sharper in your words, and even use some self-mockery and sarcasm appropriately, don't be afraid of offending Nokia. "

  Li Mei thought about it for a while, and finally said, "I'll try."

  The mobile phone conference lasted for two full hours. Li Mei and the mobile phone team were fully prepared and performed very successfully.

  As for Zhang Xuan, he was not idle. This time he acted as a "hormone" patiently, answered many questions from reporters, and also cooperated with leaders, big and small, to stand on the platform and take pictures.

   "Hungry, let's go eat." At noon, the old man who got out of his busy schedule found Mi Jian.

  Mi Jian pursed his lips with a smile: "I thought you couldn't get away at noon, so I ate by myself."

  Zhang Xuan asked, "What do you eat?"

  Mi Jian said: "I ate a rice cake."

   After finally coming to the Shanghai stock market, Zhang Xuan actually ate rice cakes. Zhang Xuan almost fainted. He took her hand and said, "Let's go, I haven't eaten yet, eat some with me."

   Mi Jian quietly looked at his profile, and said yes.

   After finding a decent restaurant to eat, the two returned to Pentagon Square.

  Mi Jian looked up at the four-story house and asked, "Where do you and Shuang Ling usually live?"

  Hearing this question, Zhang Xuan was numb, but he still said the truth: "The third floor."

  Mi Jian asked: "Can people live on the second floor?" Zhang Xuandao: "Yes."

  Mi Jian thought for a while and said, "Then we will stay for two nights tonight.

  Floor. "

  Zhang Xuan didn't refuse, he thought so too. The reason for this arrangement is to hope that Shuang Ling and Mi Jian can get used to each other further.

  He understands the tempers of the two women, so don't think about the Arabian Nights sleeping together, but he begs them not to make his head hurt.

  In the evening, when the two of them wandered around for half a day and were about to go home to wash and rest, they received a call from Ruan Xiuqin.

  As soon as the phone was connected, Ruan Xiuqin asked, "Man Zai, are you and Mi Jian in the Shanghai stock market?" Zhang Xuan glanced at the closed bathroom door and said, "Yes, do you still want to talk to her?"

   Unexpectedly, Ruan Xiuqin whispered: "Mom will talk to her later, let me tell you something first."

  Zhang Xuan was stunned, this was a surprise, and it was the first time his mother had such an attitude, "What's the matter?"

  Ruan Xiuqin said: "The rhubarb at home is gone." Zhang Xuan was shocked, "Lost it?"

  Ruan Xiuqin said: "Last night, my mother ate dinner at Shuangling's house, drank some wine, and came back in the middle of the night. When I came back, I found something unusual. Rhubarb didn't come out to pick me up like usual.

  I went to the kennel to check, but it wasn’t there, and after waiting for most of the night, Rhubarb still didn’t come back. "

  Zhang Xuan came to the balcony and asked, "Didn't you feed the two dogs? What about the black dog?"

  Ruan Xiuqin said: "The black dog is a bit stupid, but it is still there."

  Zhang Xuan asked: "Is the rhubarb missing?"

  Ruan Xiuqin said: "It may have been tricked."

  Zhang Xuan is not stupid, he heard that something was wrong with his mother, "Did he be beaten and eaten? Or something else?"

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