"It's me, I found the information you needed."

Yan Fengqi, male, 55 years old.

He moved to the United States 30 years ago, settled on the other side of the strait 20 years ago, returned to the mainland many times before the Cultural Revolution to look for his family, and then came back to the mainland as a businessman after the Cultural Revolution.

In the eight years since the Canton Fair opened, I have only missed it twice.

Upon hearing this news, Ruan Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that Old Man Ruan hadn't sent them with ulterior motives.

Hearing her sigh of relief, Miyano on the other end of the phone stopped talking. He knew what she wanted to ask. Because of the eavesdropping, the two didn't linger for long.

One person instructed: Eat on time and wait for him obediently.

One person told him: "Go early and come back early. If you take too long, we won't wait for you anymore," and then hung up the phone.

Across from him, Ruan Xianxian grinned at Lin Ruicong, who had his legs propped up on the desk: "Uncle Lin, I'll call another one."

Lin Rui Cong raised an eyebrow, indicating that it was up to him.

This time, the call was made to the guesthouse in Ping'an County. The floodwaters had receded, and Grandma would be waiting at the guesthouse to see her before returning to Beijing.

When I said I was looking for Yan Fenghua, the person on the other end of the phone told me to call back in fifteen minutes.

During the conversation, Lin Rui Cong talked mostly about the foreign guests and the exhibition. He seemed indifferent to her phone conversations and was very lenient with her.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone was dialed again, and a moment later Grandma's sharp voice came through: "What's wrong? Did you get bullied by those foreign devils?"

Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?

"I missed you, what else could it be?" She got straight to the point. "Grandma, I met a strange old man here who was looking for his sister."

He said his older sister had a pet bird named Ping An when she was little, and later roasted and ate it, even getting caught red-handed by her younger brother. Grandma, why did she have to eat a bird of all things?!

Yan Fenghua: ...

After about ten seconds of silence, Ruan Xianxian called out a few times, "Grandma, I have something to do in the provincial capital and won't be able to come back for a while. How about you come to the provincial capital?"

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Fenghua's hoarse, slightly trembling voice finally came through, "What... what's his name?"

"Yan Fengqi".

With a thud, the heavy object fell to the ground.

Ruan Xianxian sighed; she could actually understand that feeling quite well.

She picked up the phone again and called Feng Bai, asking him to help buy a train ticket for tonight so she could take her grandmother to the station.

Just kidding. Ruan Xianxian has no qualms about ordering Feng Bai around. First, Feng Bai is his nephew, and then Ruan Xianxian himself has generated so much foreign exchange for Heilongjiang Province.

Feng Bai remained silent throughout the phone call, finally replying with a curt, "Okay!"

After exchanging information with both sides, Ruan Xianxian slumped in her chair, while Lin Ruicong fiddled with the cigarette he had taken from his temple. After searching for a long time, he finally said:

"Recognizing relatives now is not a good decision."

As the top leader's bodyguard, he was no ordinary person. He roughly understood the content of the phone call, treated the little girl as half a family member, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke again.

"The closer it gets to dawn, the darker the sky becomes. Little girl, your grandfather... tsk tsk, it's better to leave your grandmother in Heilongjiang Province if possible."

Ruan Xianxian's breath hitched. What had Old Man Ruan done now? Had he gotten involved in those four people's business?

Thinking about it, it's not a bad way to commit suicide.

But whatever Mr. Ruan does, what does it have to do with her, who has severed ties with him in the newspaper and is a defense worker at Institute 507?

A shallow dimple appeared on her cheek. "I understand, thank you for reminding me, Uncle Lin."

Lin Rui Cong's smile deepened. Because of the little girl's relationship with Gong Ye, he always paid more attention to the affairs of the Ruan family in the capital. It was good that he understood.

The worst fear is that because of that little bit of family affection, we might escape one danger only to fall into another.

Around 3 p.m., the signing of orders at each booth entered its peak period. Those who were previously hesitant and waiting to buy at the bottom of the market all made their decisions at this time.

Ruan Xianxian also got down to the serious business of translation, talking non-stop for the entire afternoon, and also met many people from industries she had never been involved in before.

For example, radio factories that produce radios and televisions.

At exactly six o'clock, the last group of foreign guests left the exhibition, and the exhibitors in the gradually quiet Children's Palace breathed heavily.

Everyone looked towards the command center on the second floor, waiting for an answer.

A moment later, Jia Yongjun, beaming, walked out of the office with his hands behind his back. Looking at the expectant crowd below, he glanced around and slowly smiled.

"Congratulations everyone, this exhibition has achieved its foreign exchange earnings target, which will give us a certain degree of influence at the upcoming Canton Fair."

Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce that the exhibition has successfully concluded.

"marvelous!"

I don't know who started shouting it out.

The factory leaders, who had been "awaiting the verdict," burst into enthusiastic applause, creating an atmosphere as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

They didn't care about the Canton Fair's influence; the successful conclusion of the fair meant that Feng Guang had fulfilled the pledge he had made to the top leaders in Beijing.

In the second half of the year, Heilongjiang Province will receive a substantial organizational grant, which will provide hope for upgrading and purchasing new equipment. This is a cause for celebration, so how could everyone not be happy!

The applause completely drowned out Jia Yongjun's voice.

At this moment, Ruan Xianxian was standing in front of Guan Yan at the textile factory with a small notebook in her hand. "It's like this, sister. This time, the total foreign exchange revenue generated by the winter clothing exceeded 1 million."

Regarding the bonus, I have two preliminary ideas. First, I can receive 1% of the profits from every winter coat sold. Second, the textile factory can buy out the patent.

"Buyout? Patent?"

There is no such thing as a patent in China now, so Guan Yan looked confused and puzzled.

Ruan Xianxian then explained, "Patents are a type of intellectual property, granting inventors the exclusive right to implement their inventions within a specific period."

"And then?" Guan Yan was even more confused.

"Then I, the creator, will grant all operating rights to your factory in monetary form."

In other words, you spend money to buy the pattern for the winter coat, then tear it up, destroy it, and sell it for profit. How much profit you make is no longer my concern.

I can no longer profit from the patterns I sold to you.

Guan Yan: "Didn't we already agree that the design fee would be paid to you as a bonus? Why are you nagging again?"

Ruan Xianxian rubbed her hands together and chuckled, "The first thing I came into contact with when I arrived in the provincial capital was our factory."

She then came up with some other little gadgets, and now both the garment factory and the sugar factory are watching Sister Yan's every move.

He lowered his voice and whispered in Guan Yan's ear, "The garment factory said they'd give me double the bonus from the textile factory. I just wanted to rip off the garment factory, hehehe!"

Guan Yan finally understood. A bonus of one thousand or ten thousand was acceptable; it was a state-owned factory, and it all depended on her approval as the factory director.

If they give too much, someone from above will come down to review it at any time; if they give too little, Ruan Xianxian won't be happy either!

Whether or not she could cheat the garment factory was not important; the key was that Guan Yan felt Xiao Ruan's design deserved a higher bonus.

"I understand. Percentage-based profit sharing is too complicated, and the authorities do not support this profit-sharing model between factories and individuals."

The textile factory has opted for a buyout. I'll write a note; take it to the finance department tomorrow to collect your bonus.