The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Lin Zhiyuan and Li Zhikun left the courtyard, and Tang Yong chased them out, "Old Li, please treat Mr. Lin to dinner at home tonight!"

Li Zhikun didn't even look back, he just waved his hand, not knowing whether he meant it was OK or not.

The two turned the corner, and Li Zhikun suddenly stopped, turned around, took out a cigarette, and handed one to Lin Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, let's talk."

Lin Zhiyuan joked: "Why, brother Li is afraid that his sister-in-law will hear it? He has to say whatever he has to say."

Li Zhikun curled his lips nonchalantly, "It has nothing to do with her. You also know that I will never get married again in this life. It's just to see how well she behaves and how to serve others. We can stay together for a while and observe."

Lin Zhiyuan knew that there was never a shortage of women around Li Zhikun. Although he was a little older, he was rich, well-connected, and single. Such a high-quality man could definitely be called a diamond king.

But Li Zhikun, who has long seen through the love affairs between men and women, has truly managed to live among thousands of flowers without even touching him. He also knows why those women are with him. I can give you a small favor, but if your request is too much, give it to me immediately. I'm going to get out of here, let alone get married.

Li Zhikun squatted at the entrance of the alley, and Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to squat beside him.

"Zhiyuan, you saw the three bosses just now. They want me to invest in their company. Do you think this is reliable?" Li Zhikun took a puff of cigarette and looked at Lin Zhiyuan seriously.

When Lin Zhiyuan heard that Li Zhikun was willing to ask him this, it meant that he had been moved, otherwise he would not even ask.

"The cultural industry is indeed a sunrise industry, but I personally feel that now is not the time." Lin Zhiyuan is not very familiar with this industry, but with the memory of his previous life, he knows that China's film market started the blockbuster era with "Hero". But it was only after old cinemas were renovated in various places that they really made money.

"The entertainment industry is quite deep, so I'd better be cautious. Of course, it doesn't matter if you invest a small amount of money. You should first find out the market situation. You will definitely make money in a few years, but the prerequisite is that you have a good director. Good actors make good movies.”

"Zhiyuan, the construction of this Jinghua Cultural Building has completely emptied my family fortune. I can recover a little this year, and now I have several million in hand. Because of this building, I recently talked to the boss of the cultural industry I contacted a lot and saw some tricks, so I thought about investing less money and giving it a try first.”

"Okay, let's have fun!" Lin Zhiyuan smiled strangely at Li Zhikun, "One of the biggest advantages of investing in the cultural industry is that there is no shortage of beautiful women in this circle."

Li Zhikun's face turned red when Lin Zhiyuan told him something that was on his mind, "Zhiyuan, don't laugh at me. Anyway, I am alone and I only have one brother. I can play for a few more years while I can still play."

After the two of them finished smoking, Li Zhikun followed Lin Zhiyuan into the courtyard of the Lin family carrying gifts.

Su Qiancheng was sitting under the tree, drinking the pot of tea that Lin Zhiyuan had just made.

"Grandpa, that pot of tea is cold. Let me make you another pot!"

Su Qiancheng waved his hand, "No need, it's hot and the temperature of this pot of tea is just right."

He raised his eyes and saw Li Zhikun behind Lin Zhiyuan.

Li Zhikun hurriedly put the gift in his hand on the tea table, "Grandpa Su, I am Li Zhikun, the eldest son of the Li family. Do you still remember me?"

Although Su Qiancheng was over 70 years old, he was not confused at all. He stared at Li Zhikun for a moment, with a smile on his face, "I remember you. You were the most naughty when you were a child. One time you stole your grandfather's gun and told others The kid was showing off, but your grandpa caught him and gave him a good beating."

At this point, Su Qiancheng's tone dropped, "It's a pity that the old commander left too early."

He sighed, "There are fewer and fewer of these old comrades who have fought in the war."

Li Zhikun sat with Su Qiancheng for a while, then stood up and left.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Zhenshan's call came in, "Zhiyuan, ask the old minister how to arrange dinner?"

Lin Zhiyuan asked Su Qiancheng, and Su Qiancheng waved his hand, "Tell Zhenshan, don't worry, let's just have a meal at home!"

In the evening, Lin Zhiyuan personally cooked a meal of authentic fried noodles.

Su Qiancheng had a good appetite and ate a small bowl. Then he said he wanted to go for a walk. Lin Zhiyuan and Uncle Guo followed him.

The three of them walked through the alley and came to Houhai.

At this time, Houhai has not yet been developed and still maintains its original appearance.

Su Qiancheng walked for about a quarter of an hour and was slightly out of breath. Uncle Guo opened the maza he was carrying and asked Su Qiancheng to sit by the lake and rest.

Su Qiancheng looked at the mirror-like surface of Houhai Lake. The setting sun reflected the lake water in a golden light.

After sitting motionless for a long time, Lin Zhiyuan was worried about Su Qiancheng and frequently turned to look at him.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, Zhiyuan. I've seen eight hundred deaths in my life, if not a thousand. This little thing can't defeat me." Su Qiancheng patted Lin Zhiyuan on the shoulder, "Even now Now that I'm gone, I can feel at ease. You and Xiaojin are living a good life, Su Sheng and his wife haven't had any problems in the past two years, and Asu is beautiful and healthy. This is better than anything else... …”

Su Qiancheng rambled as if explaining the funeral arrangements.

Lin Zhiyuan became more and more frightened as he listened and had to interrupt him, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Let's exercise well, keep a happy mood, and strive to live to be a hundred years old. Why don't you still have to watch Asu get married and have children?" ah!"

Su Qiancheng burst out laughing, "I am already the fourth generation living under the same roof. Most old people cannot enjoy this blessing. The fifth generation living under the same roof is unthinkable, but I will strive for it."

"now it's right."

******

Early the next morning, Lin Zhiyuan got up early. Aunt Wang had already prepared breakfast. After having breakfast with Su Qiancheng, Lin Zhiyuan and Su Qiancheng got into the car of Legang Office and went straight to the funeral home.

Today is the day when Xia Pengchi’s body was cremated.

The largest condolence hall in the funeral home was crowded with people. Basically all the heads of the Government Affairs Council, major ministries, ministries and affiliated enterprises were present.

Li Zhenshan delivered a eulogy and spoke highly of Xia Pengchi.

Perhaps affected by Xia Pengchi's death, Su Qiancheng did not return to Ge'an immediately, but stayed in Yanjing for a while.

Lin Zhiyuan asked Jin Huaying for a few days' leave and stayed in Yanjing to accompany Su Qiancheng.

Lin Zhiyuan accompanied Su Qiancheng to visit many old comrades who were still alive, including the old man of the Tan family.

The old man of the Tan family now lives in the hospital all year round, sometimes awake and sometimes confused.

It was in the morning when Su Qiancheng went to see him, just in time for the old man to wake up.

As soon as Su Qiancheng entered the room, he called out to the old political commissar. When Mr. Tan saw Su Qiancheng coming, he insisted on standing up tremblingly. Tan Mingchun and the nurse beside him helped him up.

Mr. Tan hugged Su Qiancheng and said, "Little Suzi, I didn't expect that your hair would also turn gray."

"Old political commissar, I am 73 this year, can my hair still be white?"

Mr. Tan was a little surprised, "Are you 73 already? I remember when I first met you, you were still a kid..."

The two old men had a lively chat. Tan Mingchun winked at Lin Zhiyuan and they left the ward.

Tan Mingchun seemed very happy, "Lin Zhiyuan, how many days do you have to stay in Yanjing this time? You have to go to the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the opening of Jinghua Literature on the 28th. Don't even think about being a hands-off shopkeeper."