Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Seeing that Zhong Yuemin was determined to buy the printing factory, Song Xiangjun knew that it would be futile to persuade him, so she changed the subject and said softly, "Yuemin, if you are really interested in buying it, I know a printing factory that may be for sale."

Zhong Yuemin's eyes lit up when he heard this. He turned to look at Song Xiangjun, his tone somewhat anxious. "Teacher Song, are you really sure?"

Song Xiangjun nodded slightly, her eyes revealing affirmation. "Yes, they are in urgent need of funds now, otherwise they would not sell it so easily."

"Then let's go and take a look." Zhong Yuemin suggested impatiently.

Liu Yansong, who was standing by, heard the conversation between the two and smiled and said, "Since you two have already made plans, I won't join in the fun. You guys go ahead, I have other things to deal with."

"Old Liu, let's go and take a look together. More people means more advisers." Zhong Yuemin tried to persuade him.

Liu Yansong waved his hand. "No, no, I really have something to do. You guys go ahead."

Seeing Liu Yansong's firm attitude, Zhong Yuemin stopped forcing him. "Well, since you have something to do, we won't force you."

With the roar of the motorcycle engine, Song Xiangjun jumped lightly onto the back seat and gently put her arms around Zhong Yuemin's shoulders. There was a hint of expectation in her voice. "Okay, let's go." Zhong Yuemin felt the warmth coming from behind.

"Teacher Song, how far is the printing factory you mentioned from here?" Zhong Yuemin asked while driving, looking ahead with a firm gaze.

"Not far, just over the western suburbs." Song Xiangjun replied, pointing in the direction. Zhong Yuemin nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped off like an arrow, carrying the two of them towards the western suburbs.

On the motorcycle, Song Xiangjun hugged Zhong Yuemin tightly, her cheeks slightly hot. She looked up at his resolute profile, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart. Zhong Yuemin, however, was concentrating on driving the motorcycle and seemed not to notice her change.

"Yuemin, how much money are you going to invest to acquire this printing factory?" Song Xiangjun asked, trying to break the silence.

Zhong Yuemin looked straight ahead and spoke firmly, "As long as it's suitable, money is not a problem."

At this time, Liu Yansong stood there, looking at the two people's backs as they walked away, with a meaningful smile on his face. He turned and walked in another direction.

The motorcycle was like a flash of lightning, speeding along the wide and flat road in the western suburbs. The wheels rolled forward, bringing up a gust of wind, rustling the flowers, plants and trees on the roadside. The scenery on both sides of the road was like a gorgeous painting that unfolded slowly, beautiful beyond measure.

The western part of this place is closely connected with the remnants of the majestic Taihang Mountains, with undulating mountains and continuous terrain; the northern and northeastern parts are nestled together with the majestic and steep Jundu Mountain, and together they constitute part of the Yanshan Mountains.

This vast land is just like what the ancient scholars described: "Youzhou is surrounded by the sea on the left, Taihang Mountains on the right, Juyong Mountains on the north, and Heji Mountains on the south. It is truly a land of abundance!"

It carries the majestic beauty bestowed by nature, and also contains the profound heritage of its long history.

Along the way, what came into view was typical suburban scenery. Looking far into the distance, I saw vast green farms like a carpet, stretching into the distance, as if there was no end.

In the green fields, crops are growing vigorously, full of vitality and hope. When the breeze blows, the wheat waves roll gently, and the rice ears sway in the wind, like a green ocean with ripples.

However, not all sections of the road are so prosperous and full of life. When the motorcycle passes some places, a somewhat desolate scene suddenly appears in front of you.

Those abandoned houses stand alone by the road, surrounded by weeds and no one cares about them; the dilapidated fences are leaning here and there, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. But it is this sharp contrast that makes the whole suburban trip more charming.

Zhong Yuemin skillfully controlled the motorcycle, enjoying the thrill of speed. He sat firmly on the seat with a sturdy posture, staring intently at the winding road ahead. Behind him, Song Xiangjun hugged his waist tightly, resting her cheek on his broad back, feeling the warmth from his body.

The fresh air blows in your face, carrying the fragrance of earth and grass, making people feel relaxed and happy.

At this moment, the two of them were immersed in this wonderful journey, and an indescribable feeling of warmth surged in their hearts.

"Xiang Jun!" Zhong Yuemin shouted at the top of his lungs. The resonant voice rushed out like a wild horse running out of its reins, but was ruthlessly torn and crushed by the fierce wind, appearing a little erratic and scattered.

Song Xiangjun turned her body slightly, gently pressed her fair and delicate face against Zhong Yuemin's broad and solid back, and then slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, Song Xiangjun seemed to be in a quiet and warm harbor, enjoying the warm breath continuously coming from Zhong Yuemin and the gentle breeze brought by the motorcycle speeding past.

The breeze was like a pair of gentle hands, gently caressing her hair and face, instantly filling her heart with unprecedented peace and comfort.

"He is actually a distant relative of mine." Song Xiangjun explained softly, with a hint of intimacy and familiarity in her tone. "When he decided to build a printing factory here, he thought it over carefully. The land price here is relatively low, and the rent is also quite affordable. Although this place is a little remote, fortunately the transportation is quite convenient, and the surrounding environment is quiet and peaceful, which is especially suitable for calming down and focusing on work."

Zhong Yuemin nodded thoughtfully, indicating his agreement and understanding. Then, he held the handlebars of the motorcycle again, steered the vehicle steadily, and sped forward along the winding road. The wheels rolled, raising a cloud of dust; the wind whistled.

When they arrived at the place, Zhong Yuemin parked his motorcycle aside with ease. After turning off the engine, he looked around.

Song Xiangjun jumped down from the car lightly, like a dancing butterfly. She stretched out her jade hand gracefully, gently smoothed her silky hair that was slightly messy due to the wind, then raised her slender jade finger and pointed to the row of asbestos tile houses not far away. She opened her red lips and began to introduce them in detail to the people around her.

"Look, that's our printing factory over there!" She said, pointing her finger accurately at the building in the middle. Then, she moved her eyes to a building next to it and continued to explain, "The one next to it is our machine repair shop. The masters here are all skilled and are responsible for the meticulous maintenance and repair of various equipment and machines. Look over here..."

Song Xiangjun turned her finger slightly and pointed to another place. "This is the place where fried nuts are made. At this time, they should be busy with production. If you don't believe me, take a smell. Is there a sweet creamy smell in the air?"

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but move his tall nose curiously, and sure enough, he smelled a faint scent of cream.

This tempting smell was like an invisible little hand, gently plucked Zhong Yuemin's heartstrings, successfully arousing his strong curiosity. So he began to look around with interest.

Looking around, this area may look a little simple, without gorgeous decorations and tall and magnificent buildings, but it reveals a unique vitality and infinite vigor everywhere.

Just as the two were about to walk towards the printing factory, suddenly, a deafening noise came towards them without any warning. The sound was like a thousand horses galloping, buzzing and clanging, as if countless machines were running crazily at super high speed at the same time.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking to himself: This noise is really noisy. However, he didn't show too much dissatisfaction on his face, because he knew very well that for a printing factory in normal operation, such noise is almost unavoidable.

"Let's go in and take a look." Song Xiangjun said, leading the way to the printing factory.

The printing factory owner was tall and thin, with a friendly smile on his face. When he saw Song Xiangjun, he immediately came up to her and greeted her warmly. Song Xiangjun introduced the two parties, and the owner kindly handed Zhong Yuemin a cigarette and made some tea.

Zhong Yuemin took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then asked directly, "Boss Song, can you take us to visit the printing factory?"

"Of course," Boss Song answered readily. "Let's go, if you don't mind, let's take a look."

As he said this, he led Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun to visit the printing factory. Zhong Yuemin looked around curiously and found that the old-fashioned letterpress printing machines were still in use here, and there were not many machines that looked reliable. He glanced at the finished products piled in the corner, picked up a book and flipped through it. Just by looking at the cover, he knew it was a martial arts book.

Zhong Yuemin's heart moved, and he asked calmly, "Boss Song, are you doing pirated books too?"

After hearing this, Boss Song smiled awkwardly. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Genuine books are too expensive now, and many people can't afford them, so they can only read pirated copies. We are also trying to cater to market demand and make a living."

"Boss Song, your business is really big." Zhong Yuemin said with a smile, his eyes moving around those old-fashioned printing machines.

Boss Song wanted to brag about himself, but after hearing what Zhong Yuemin said, he quickly said, "Don't think that we look like a small workshop here. In fact, we use new equipment and the powder-free etching copper-zinc plate making process..." He tried to cover up the truth with professional terms.

However, Zhong Yuemin interrupted him mercilessly: "Boss Song, this is clearly a plastic film rotary gravure printing machine." His tone was calm, but revealed unquestionable professionalism.

Boss Song's smile froze on his face. He scratched his head awkwardly, knowing that he had met an expert. Seeing this, Song Xiangjun at the side also interrupted and said, "Brother, don't fool me. Zhong Yuemin graduated from the Department of Physics and is now a teacher at Yanda University. So, it's better to speak directly if you have anything to say."

Boss Song sighed helplessly and admitted, "The conditions are limited, the conditions are limited." He knew that he could no longer hide it.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin knew that continuing to pester would not lead to any result, so he smiled and cleverly changed the subject. "Boss Song, I heard that you are planning to sell this printing factory. Is this true?"

Hearing this, Boss Song narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly took out a cigarette from the exquisite cigarette case. He skillfully turned the filter downwards and gently tapped it on the machine cover twice, then lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Zhong Yuemin witnessed all this and couldn't help curling his lips. He knew very well that Boss Song was not just doing this to compact the tobacco leaves, but was deliberately showing off in front of him!

Look at his style. He is holding a Grade A Peony cigarette with a filter in his hand! A box of this kind of cigarette costs 1.8 yuan, and not many people can afford it. And I am here to discuss the sale of the factory. I guess in the eyes of Boss Song, I am not qualified to be on equal terms with him.

You know, in this era, Phoenix cigarettes are a luxury item that only high-class people can enjoy.

Those who have a little status and are more particular often carry a briefcase, have their hair combed to a shiny finish, and leisurely hold a Phoenix cigarette in their mouths. They look so impressive!

Faced with Boss Song's smug and arrogant look, Zhong Yuemin's heart was actually full of contempt and disdain.

Although he himself was not keen on confronting others or bragging too much in this way, at this moment, in order to prevent the negotiations from being completely unbalanced, he felt that he needed to make some appropriate responses.

Zhong Yuemin frowned slightly and snorted contemptuously.

Then, Zhong Yuemin's right hand naturally reached into his trouser pocket and groped slowly at a seemingly careless yet just right speed.

Not long after, he took out a box with gold-plated packaging - it turned out to be a box of valuable Zhonghua cigarettes!

Zhong Yuemin slowly opened the cigarette box in his hand and took out a long cigarette.

Zhong Yuemin slowly put the cigarette to his lips, then skillfully picked up the exquisite and high-end lighter on the table with his other hand.

With a crisp "click" sound, a ball of light blue flame instantly jumped out. Zhong Yuemin carefully brought the flame close to the cigarette butt, then took a puff, and the cigarette butt suddenly turned a scarlet color.

From beginning to end, every move Zhong Yuemin made seemed so calm and at ease, as if everything happening before his eyes was not worth mentioning to him.

The gold-plated Zhonghua cigarettes sparkled under the light, making them particularly eye-catching. Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and then slowly blew out smoke rings, as if he was savoring the taste of victory. He looked directly at Boss Song with a hint of provocation and ridicule.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious: Look, I smoke Zhonghua, the gold-plated Jinzhong, which costs 15 yuan a pack, and is more upscale than your Grade A Peony. I'm not as pretentious as you!