Song Yuzhang

On the fifth day of the new year, Yu Feiyu came back from his hometown. He got out of the car and went straight to Song's house, bringing many gifts to Song's house for New Year's greetings.

"It's all from home. My father dried the jerky with his own hands. The pigs were also raised at home. And these scented teas were grown and dried by myself. It's good for the throat..."

Yu Feiyu was like a treasure, and he took out the same box and bag for Song Yuzhang, almost every word he said was full of joy.

Song Yuzhang was involuntarily infected by him, and nodded with a smile on his face, "Thank you, but unfortunately I don't have anything to grow here." He patted his shirt, "I can barely count as .”

Yu Feiyu smiled. He was such a smart person, but his smile was a little silly.

"I don't dare to ask for such a heavy gift in return for such a little thing."

"Then return a small gift."

Song Yuzhang hooked his finger at Yu Feiyu.

Yu Feiyu's face immediately turned a little red. He is not a person who blush easily, but Song Yuzhang has this ability. A smile and a movement can make him blush and bewildered.

Song Yuzhang's soft lips touched his face lightly, followed by Yu Feiyu's smirk.

"I've been thinking about you the past few days since I left," Yu Feiyu said, "What about you? Have you ever thought about me?"

Yu Feiyu's eyes were sincere and earnest, Song Yuzhang leaned closer and kissed his lips lightly, "Of course."

Yu Feiyu was so dizzy that he couldn't find his way. He was sure that he was for real this time.

For only love can turn a man like him into a fool.

Song Yuzhang likes Yu Feiyu very much. The happiness Yu Feiyu brings to him is shallow and straightforward. It is similar to the sugar balls sold on the street. There is no special craftsmanship. The sweetness tastes as soon as the mouth touches it. taste, but this is enough as a comfort for him now.

On the sixth day, Xiaofengxian sang a big play, Song Yuzhang took Yu Feiyu and Song Qiyuan together, and shared a box with Liao Tiandong. Liao Tiandong knew Yu Feiyu and knew that he was a smart person with a complicated mind, so he respected Yu Feiyu. Stand up and shake hands with him.

When Yu Feiyu was not with Song Yuzhang, the demeanor and courage he showed were indeed very similar to a well-informed genius—either he was, or he was, and he was stunned by what Liao Tiandong said in a few words.

"So, do you think our place can develop better than the west in the future? But our place is much behind than the west..." Liao Tiandong unconsciously put on an official accent.

Yu Feiyu said: "We are only lagging behind in technology. Our wisdom and determination are not inferior to any western country."

Liao Tiandong felt as if he had met a bosom friend in some sense, and he pulled Yu Feiyu aside to chat about economy and politics.

Song Yuzhang turned the teacup and winked at Song Qiyuan.

Song Qiyuan understood, and interjected at the right time: "Mr. Yu is very ambitious."

"Yes," Liao Tiandong said with emotion, "for a talent like you, Mr. Yu, fortunately, you have returned to China."

Yu Feiyu said: "Learn skills from barbarians to control barbarians. I learn advanced technology in order to serve my motherland. This is my part as a Chinese person."

"It's a pity that the stage is not wide enough," Song Qiyuan said, "Mr. Yu is not only responsible for building the railway, but also repairing machines in the cotton textile factory?"

Yu Feiyu corrected: "It's not just about repairing, but improving and developing the efficiency of machine work is the focus of my work."

"Hey——" Liao Tiandong also disagreed, "That's overkill. I think a talent like you, Mr. Yu, should work in the government."

"Director Liao is overrated. My father strictly forbids me from entering the officialdom, saying that I am not that kind of material. I am based on workers and peasants. Apart from workers and farmers, I can't be good at others."

"Mr. Yu is too modest. Being an official is not as difficult as you are engaged in machinery."

Song Yuzhang was surprised to find that Yu Feiyu had the same way of talking about the scene, and his attitude was sincere and sincere. Even Liao Tiandong, an old fox in the officialdom, was subdued by him, and he took his hand to call him a brother.

Song Qiyuan also didn't expect that Yu Feiyu not only didn't look like a nerd, but also acted impeccably. He didn't look like a technical talent who stayed in an ivory tower all year round and didn't understand the world.

Song Qiyuan touched Song Yuzhang with his knee, motioned Song Yuzhang to look at the two people who were chatting passionately, and lowered his voice: "What should I do?"

Song Yuzhang covered his mouth with a tea bowl and lowered his voice, "Let's listen to the play."

Xiao Fengxian is the best at winking. In such a gathering situation, he showed affection to everyone, and he didn't come up to wink with Song Yuzhang. The so-called knowing and knowing is probably the case, Song Yuzhang thought. No wonder Xiaofengxian is so popular in Xiaobailou.

After the show, several people joined the table to have tea. Liao Tiandong had a dinner in the evening, so he left first after drinking tea for a while.

Song Qiyuan and Song Yuzhang invited Yu Feiyu to a restaurant for dinner. Yu Feiyu said that the western restaurant was better than the one he ate abroad. Maybe he had a good chat with Liao Tiandong. Improved, the taste is much better than foreign ones.”

"Really?" Song Qiyuan said, "It seems that it is not necessarily suitable to copy foreign things to China, as many technologies need to be improved and adapted in China, right?"

"Yes, that's right—"

Yu Feiyu stopped abruptly, and looked at Song Yuzhang on the other side, "Just now, Xiao Fengxian sang out of Westgate Town, which was really lively and festive. He also looks good, very pretty and lively."

He changed the subject abruptly, and Song Yuzhang raised his eyebrows slightly, "You guys keep talking, I think it's quite interesting."

"Really?" Yu Feiyu smiled sheepishly, "I was talking about it myself, and I was afraid I would offend you."

"How come, Mr. Yu, you have such insight, we can't buy it even if we spend money."

Yu Feiyu waved his hand, "I'm not a professor, and you're not students, so let's eat, eat."

After dinner, Song Qiyuan and Song Yuzhang went back together, Song Qiyuan frowned and asked Song Yuzhang: "Did he notice something and avoid it on purpose?"

Song Yuzhang nodded his knees, and said slowly: "It's hard to say."

Yu Feiyu is definitely not stupid, not only not stupid, but also quite smart. People who can get along well with that old fox like Liao Tiandong should not be called stupid anyway. People who are emotionally clumsy may not necessarily be in other places. Without wisdom, isn't Meng Tingjing a ready-made example?

"Aren't you trying to trick the handsome man? Why don't you say a word during the meal?"

"When did I say I was going to trick a beautiful man?"

"Isn't that what you meant last time?"

Song Yuzhang smiled while shaking his head, and looked at Song Qiyuan with his face propped up on one hand, "Third brother, you are trying to sell your brother for glory."

Song Qiyuan said: "Don't be a thief calling out to catch a thief."

Song Yuzhang pursed his lips and smiled, making Song Qiyuan blush a little, as if he really had some bad intentions, he argued: "Since he is pursuing you, then you are always better than me when you open your mouth, and it's not that you want to What are you using, but you blow it—" Song Qiyuan wanted to talk about the pillow wind, but felt that it was inappropriate to stretch it too far, and said angrily: "Hey, I can't explain it clearly, forget it, let's not talk—"

Song Yuzhang was amused by his embarrassment, he patted Song Qiyuan's thigh, and said with a smile: "If I want to trick a beautiful man, I would do such a small thing, and that would be too much for my face."

Unbearable, Song Qiyuan patted his thigh back, but at the same time, he did not find anything to refute.

With Song Yuzhang's character and appearance, it's really overkill to use beautiful men just to attract talents, no matter what... Song Qiyuan didn't want to think about it anymore. If he continued to think about it, he would really sell his younger brother for glory!

Song Yuzhang thought that it would not be difficult to poach Yu Feiyu, but the difficulty was to make Yu Feiyu stay and work with all his heart, and it was not because of him.

Talents who are too easy to pry will be easily poached by others in the future, so Song Yuzhang is not in a hurry.

One yard counts for one yard, Song Yuzhang and Yu Feiyu are still dating and playing, the skiing appointment did not take place, and there has never been snow near Haizhou, and Song Yuzhang can't go far away, and he also has other things to do .

On the eighth day of the eighth day, Nie Qingyun finally finished all the communication and was able to rest for a while. Throughout the New Year, she was like a busy bee shuttling among the various party crowds, vowing to weave a new one in Haizhou. The new social network.

Nie Qingyun used to like to go to parties, but it was purely for fun. Now she has a purpose, and she has noticed some subtle differences. It turns out that some smiling faces are not real smiling faces, and some intimacy is also fake intimacy. To be honest, there are very few good intentions. You can give what you want to get. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

While Nie Qingyun was sitting on the sofa kneading his red and swollen feet from dancing, Nie Mao reported that Song Yuzhang had come.

Nie Qingyun's attitude towards Song Yuzhang has long been calm, even a little owed, she can't say why, but it feels like it is.

Nie Qingyun put his feet down, and the hem of the skirt was tucked up again, "please come in."

As soon as Song Yuzhang came in, he saw Nie Qingyun's dark eyes and smiled.

Nie Qingyun didn't know what he was laughing at, and looked at himself nervously.

"Sister Qingyun, happy Chinese New Year."

"happy New Year."

Nie Qingyun nodded slightly, and said reservedly: "Please sit down."

Song Yuzhang said that he came to pay New Year's greetings, but he came empty-handed. After sitting down and exchanging greetings, he said, "Sister Qingyun, are you busy recently?"

Nie Qingyun immediately understood what he meant, and didn't know whether he was out of concern or sarcasm. Nie Qingyun had only been in the social circle for a few days, and had already suffered a lot of verbal losses. Hitting in the back, she seems to have automatically put on armor now, no matter who she faces, there is always a kind of vigilance in her heart.

"Busy, is it busy, it's New Year's Day, there are many parties."

"I heard, Sister Qingyun, you have been very popular in the social arena recently."

Nie Qingyun smiled faintly, "It's not about showing off, it's just dancing and talking together."

"Sister Qingyun doesn't need to be modest, it's her skill to make everyone want to dance with you."

Nie Qingyun felt a little relaxed when he heard that he really only praised him.

"Actually, you drink ice together. You take care of the outside and he takes care of the inside. They are just a good brother and sister partner." Song Yuzhang took the teacup and looked at Nie Qingyun with his eyelashes raised slightly. "It's a pity that the Nie family is too chaotic now. It will take a while to rest, and after this period of time has passed and you and Yin Bing have done your own thing, the Nie family will surely recover, Sister Qingyun, do you think so?"

Nie Qingyun pondered what he said, her eyes turned from thinking to sharp, she turned her face to look at Song Yuzhang, "Take a break? How do you take a rest?"

Song Yuzhang took a sip of tea, and stroked the cup of hot tea with his palm, "There are two most difficult things for Nie's family now. One is that the mining has been disrupted, and the other is that transportation is difficult. If there is one, it is in Haizhou and there is enough If the power can suppress the troublemaker buyers, will the situation of the Nie family be much more stable?"

"Of course, but where does such a buyer come from?" Nie Qingyun was puzzled.

Song Yuzhang curled his lips slightly, and smiled at Nie Qingyun, "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."