Chapter 394 This is not evidence of "collusion with the enemy"!

Gu Beichen took the brown paper file folder out of his pocket and pushed it in front of Zhou Weiguo.

"Send this to that person at the Supreme People's Procuratorate."

Zhou Weiguo glanced at the file folder but didn't take it immediately: "What's inside? A bomb?"

“More effective than bombs.” Gu Beichen picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and the spiciness of the cheap liquor burned down his throat. “This is something that can shut those old guys up.”

Zhou Weiguo paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Alright, Lao Gu. I knew you wouldn't give up so easily." He grabbed the file folder and stuffed it into his pocket. "Leave this to me. That old man at the Supreme People's Procuratorate has some connections with my old man. This thing will be on his desk tonight."

"And one more thing," Gu Beichen put down his wine glass, lowering his voice, "find a way to pass on a message to Qin Zheng."

"Pass what?"

Gu Beichen dipped his finger in the wine and wrote four characters on the table:

Foreign trade, a model.

The water stains dried quickly, leaving only faint marks.

Zhou Weiguo stared at the four words for a few seconds, then nodded: "I understand. You're telling him to stick to this line and not be misled by those other nonsense accusations."

“Yes.” Gu Beichen lowered his hat. “As long as he insists that this is for the country’s construction, a pilot project, or a model, those people won’t be able to define him.”

After the business was concluded, Gu Beichen didn't linger. He stood up, patted Zhou Weiguo on the shoulder, and turned to walk into the night.

...

Three days later, at Xishan.

This place is a famous health resort in Beijing, but in certain courtyards, it is a "study class" that people are afraid to talk about.

In a small room of only ten square meters, Qin Zheng sat on a hard bed. His Zhongshan suit was wrinkled, his stubble was long, and his eyes were sunken.

The interrogation has been going on for half a month.

Those people took turns interrogating him, preventing him from sleeping, and forcing him to admit that he had been turned abroad and that introducing foreign investment was a betrayal of national interests.

Qin Zheng gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single word.

But human willpower is ultimately limited, and he felt he was nearing his limit.

"Squeak—"

The iron gate was pushed open.

Instead of the menacing interrogators, an old man in an old military uniform entered. He was carrying a thermos and a document.

Qin Zheng raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Second Uncle?"

That was a distant relative of the Qin family, who managed the canteen in the logistics department. He was not even close to the level of this place.

The old man didn't say anything, but placed the thermos on the table and opened the lid. A rich aroma of braised pork wafted out.

"Eat up," the old man sighed. "This is what my family asked me to bring."

Qin Zheng picked up his chopsticks, his hand trembling slightly. He had just picked up a piece of meat when he noticed a note underneath the document.

He quickly glanced around. The red light on the security camera was still flashing, but the guard seemed to have gone to the restroom.

Qin Zheng swiftly pulled out the note, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it up along with the braised pork, and swallowed it.

The note contained only four words: Foreign Trade, Sample.

Then, the old man spread the document out in front of him.

"Take a look at this."

Qin Zheng lowered his head.

That was the internal reference edition of the People's Daily. The front page featured an article with a striking title: "Qiongzhou Blue Ocean Daily Chemical Factory: Exploring a New Path for Socialist Foreign Trade."

A photo was attached to the article.

Su Yue stood in front of the production line, pointing out several blond-haired, blue-eyed French technicians.

Qin Zheng stared intently at the photo, his eyes suddenly reddening.

He understood.

This isn't evidence of "collusion with the enemy," it's a medal of honor! This is the most solid achievement he left behind during his tenure at the Ministry of Commerce!

Once we establish Blue Ocean Daily Chemicals as a legitimate business and prove that this path is viable, all previous accusations will become a joke.

Qin Zheng suddenly raised his head, all his dejection vanishing. He grabbed a steamed bun from the table and stuffed it into his mouth in large mouthfuls.

"Second Uncle, go back and tell the family." Qin Zheng swallowed his food, his voice hoarse but ruthless, "I haven't done anything wrong. I'm the one who pioneered this foreign trade business; I've done nothing wrong! Let them investigate!"

The old man gave him a deep look, packed his things, and turned to leave.

...

It was already late at night when Gu Beichen returned to his dormitory.

One of the light bulbs in the hallway is broken, and it's flickering on and off.

He lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

The sticky note with a little figure drawn on it in my pocket was warm from my body heat.

He took out the note and, by the moonlight streaming through the window, looked at it over and over again.

"Add more clothes as it gets colder."

These four words are more beautiful than any sweet talk.

Gu Beichen turned over, facing the wall. His military overcoat hung on the wall; Su Yue had ironed it for him before she left.

He closed his eyes, and Su Yue's image appeared in his mind.

What is she doing now?

Are you up late again writing formulas under the lamp? Have those two little brats been causing trouble?

Gu Beichen put his hand on his forehead to cover his eyes.

"daughter in law."

He shouted in his heart.

I caught this knife.

The sticky note was warmed by his body heat, so hot that Gu Beichen's chest trembled.

On Hainan Island, thousands of miles away, the laboratory of the Blue Ocean Daily Chemical Factory was also bustling with activity.

Su Yue was holding a glass rod and stirring rapidly in a beaker.

Golden sea buckthorn oil and milky white lanolin blend together at high temperatures, releasing a wild herbal aroma.

"Keep the temperature constant at 65 degrees Celsius, not too high, not too low." Su Yue didn't even look up, her wrist spinning rapidly. "Chen Xinyue, add the emulsifier. Pour it slowly."

Chen Xinyue held the measuring cup, held her breath, and carefully guided the liquid down the side of the cup.

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A puff of white smoke rose from the beaker, and the two liquids instantly clumped together, turning into a pale yellow paste, as delicate as freshly whipped cream.

"It's done."

Su Yue stopped what she was doing, picked up a little bit with a glass rod, and smeared it on the back of her hand.

The cream melts upon contact with the skin and is absorbed completely in no time, leaving only a moisturizing but not oily protective film.

“This stuff is even more moisturizing than the pearl cream we made before.” Chen Xinyue pushed up her glasses and leaned closer to look. “And the color is so beautiful, like gold.”

“This is called ‘Golden Oil’.” Su Yue picked up an empty bottle next to her and began to repackage it. “The sea buckthorn from the Northwest grows on the Gobi Desert, where it drinks the wind and eats the sand. It’s the best at retaining moisture. With the addition of lanolin, it’s a special treatment for those chapped skin caused by wind and sun.”

She tightened the bottle cap and attached a handwritten label: Blue Ocean Sea Buckthorn Repair Cream.

“This series won’t have any fancy fragrances.” Su Yue handed the bottle to Chen Xinyue. “The main focus is on repair. If someone’s face is broken or their hands are cracked, just apply it and it will work. As for the target market… we’re targeting the North, especially the Northwest.”