Feng Chunhua said dismissively, "Dad, didn't you say his family has connections? If I marry into that family, wouldn't it help our family?"

Feng Chunhua's words made him, as a father, want to laugh: "Why don't you use your brain and think about it properly? If a man designed to marry you, would you truly like him?"

If Feng Chunhua were truly a beauty of unparalleled grace, he wouldn't mind scheming against her, but Feng Chunhua's appearance was, at best, delicate and pretty.

When men understand men, they look at appearances the most.

Feng Chunhua calmed down considerably, but her heart was still restless.

Feng Jianguo had no idea what she was thinking. Seeing that she didn't speak, he assumed that she had listened to him.

“Yin Zheng isn’t the only one with a good family background. You’re getting old too. Dad will introduce you to someone better than him later.”

"Really?"

“I’m your father, would I lie to you?”

"It's a deal then, you must be better than Yin Zheng."

"Of course, I wouldn't let my daughter suffer."

On the other side, Yin Zheng returned home, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen to cook with his mother. His family did not have the tradition of only letting women cook.

The men in the Yin family were trained to cook by Grandma Yin, but she was injured when she was young and passed away a few years ago. However, the tradition she left behind has been preserved.

"You came home a little late today. Were you very busy with work?"

"Work wasn't busy, but when I got back I ran into someone blocking my way."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yin chuckled: "Your job doesn't allow you to interact with the general public right now. Could the person blocking the door be a young woman?"

Yin Zheng said helplessly, "Mom, please don't make fun of me."

Seeing his expression, Mrs. Yin immediately understood: "Bad romantic prospects?"

Yin Zheng nodded slightly: "Feng Jianguo's daughter is named Feng Chunhua. She is a colleague of mine in the same unit, but she can't understand some of the language."

“Feng Jianguo! That man is no good.” When Yin’s mother heard him mention Feng Jianguo’s name, she frowned and shook her head, her tone becoming much more serious.

Feng Jianguo's position wasn't high, but he was quite famous in the area. He had taken down too many people, many of whom were innocent. As long as there was so-called evidence, he would arrest them without a second thought, regardless of whether it was true or false.

Moreover, he rose to power by reporting his teacher for communicating with foreign countries, which ultimately led to his teacher's death.

Mother Yin had absolutely no desire to associate with people like that.

"Mom, I know what I'm doing. I've thought about it, and I think it'll be best to find someone from a respectable but ordinary family in the future. A family with too much wealth might bring more trouble." He laid the groundwork in advance.

Mrs. Yin nodded: "If you like it, that's fine. Don't drag it out for too long."

"Okay, Mom."

The mother and son chatted until lunch was ready. Mr. Yin went to inspect the troops down below, so it was just the two of them at home at noon.

As for the others, the eldest and third sons' families both live in military dependents' housing complexes and neither of them hold positions in Beijing. The second son also does not hold a position in Beijing, but his wife and children are all in office.

Yin Zheng just started working; he hasn't even been allocated a house yet!

After lunch, Yin Zheng rode his bicycle to work. He works in the tea industry sector. The reason for this arrangement was that the factory he had set up was related to tea.

He felt that tea had great potential, and there was much room for improvement in foreign trade. The country didn't lack good tea, but rather good promotion.

There was a recent exhibition, a foreign trade exhibition, and the tea industry was naturally included. Tea exports are one of the important ways for China to earn foreign exchange, but he felt it was too much of a loss.

Although he had never left the country, he had read many foreign books when things were less tense. At that time, he just wanted to understand the world situation and the national conditions of various countries.

Now it's come in handy.

Yin Zheng drew up the design and then wrote a letter to the place where he had previously worked as an educated youth, asking them to produce a batch of porcelain according to his drawings and requirements.

“Yin Zhiqing, no, I should call you leader now. Leader, the porcelain you requested has been fired. Please take a look and see if it's acceptable.”

The speaker was Zhao Aiguo, the youngest son of the captain of the Hongqi Brigade. He had a good relationship with Yin Zheng before, and he was the sales director of the porcelain factory that Yin Zheng had helped to establish. He came here specifically to deliver porcelain to Yin Zheng.

"I'm not really a leader, just be the same as before, there's no need for us to be so polite."

Zhao Aiguo smiled and called out, "Yin Zhiqing."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Yin Zhengcai looked at the porcelain he had commissioned and was very satisfied: "It's usable. You've both put a lot of thought into it."

"I'm glad I didn't delay your business. I've delivered the things, so I should head back now."

"Wait, don't go yet. I'm going to attend a foreign trade fair soon. Although our Hongqi Porcelain Factory isn't very famous, the porcelain we make is no worse than other factories. Wait a while before going back, and maybe we'll get some good news!"

Zhao Aiguo may look honest and simple, but he is indeed clever and capable of working in sales, partly due to his father's influence.

Yin Zhengyi said that he immediately understood and expressed his desire to stay longer.

After settling on the porcelain, he had already selected several types of tea, and then he went to find Jia Yue.

"Why did you suddenly come to see me?"

"There's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"What's up?"

"I remember you are very good at brewing tea. I am in charge of tea at the foreign trade exhibition, and I would like to ask for your help."

Jia Yue hesitated. Her life was relatively peaceful. To be honest, she thought that performing tea brewing at a foreign trade exhibition was something that should be far removed from her life.

"I know how to make tea. Maybe everyone participating in the exhibition is a staff member from my workplace!"

"Don't worry about that, I'll arrange it. I'll second you over to help. As long as we can earn foreign exchange, the process won't be a problem."

"Isn't making tea a bit too bourgeois?"

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