In the huge oil painting "Liberation of Beiping", there are actually not many soldiers.
It primarily portrays ordinary people.
There were old men in patched clothes, children in open-crotch pants, women singing and dancing, people holding books high, students in blue uniforms, and soldiers in three rows, one firing cannons and the other carrying guns.
But the line at the very front rode white horses, and they all held cavalry sabers in their hands.
The original Nie Zhao knew neither history nor swords.
But because of Chen Rou, he knew that his father had once bought a knife at an auction house and given it to Mei Baoshan.
The knife was called the Snow Maple Knife, and it was used by soldiers on the mainland during the War of Resistance against Japan.
At that time, Mei Baoshan was carrying that knife, intending to kill Nie Zhao, then Nie Rong, and then put Nie Yao, who had their Mei family bloodline, into the position of president of Nie Corporation. Unfortunately, he was not as skilled as others. Not only was the knife snatched by Chen Rou, but he was also slashed by her.
How amazing! The knife was right there in the oil painting, one of the first weapons to be brought into Beiping. It was so lifelike, right in front of Nie Zhao.
"The Liberation of Beiping" should be the battle that the mainland government is most proud of, because it was a peaceful liberation without losing a single soldier or firing a single shot. And all that is shown on the huge oil painting it was painted for foreign envoys is Xuefeng Dao.
A knife—that would be his wife's favorite gift.
Nie Zhao picked up the phone again, but this time he dialed Liang Lisheng.
He got straight to the point, asking, "According to protocol, the commerce department should give me a gift. You should be able to find out in advance what the gift is, right? If I don't want it, I can just ask for something specific, right?"
Liang Lisheng has been to the capital many times and has already established an investment company here. He is in contact with the business department. As for the gifts, well, his boss seems to be very strange. Why would he care about gifts?
They're here to build relationships and do business.
Gifts are merely a link; what they are doesn't matter. As the saying goes, it's the thought that counts, even if it's a small gift.
Liang Lisheng smiled and said, "It should be tea. People from the Ministry of Commerce were chatting with me this morning, asking me what I like..."
Mr. Nie's emotions become unstable as soon as he leaves his wife's side; isn't he angry again?
He retorted sharply, "Who said I like tea?"
It wasn't until I arrived in the capital that I realized the person behind Qin Qianqian, the so-called big shot, was just the brother-in-law of some leader, and a petty hoodlum who had only been to school for a few years.
As a result, his lover was able to act arrogantly in Shenzhen. Then he thought about how Qin Qianqian had bewitched his father to the point of almost having a third marriage and finding him a stepmother, Nie Zhao, which made him furious. Tea, too, he hated tea the most.
Liang Lisheng rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone, thinking to himself that his boss was really hard to please. He thought that Chen Rou would beat him up one day before he would behave, but since she was his boss, he couldn't disobey her. So he asked with a smile, "So what do you like?"
Nie Zhao said succinctly, "Go and find out under what circumstances the Ministry of Commerce would give a gift that is a knife."
Liang Lisheng frequently handles external liaison work, so he certainly understands this area.
He stopped smiling: "Boss, the knife presented by the Ministry of Commerce is a state gift."
Among ordinary people, knives are not commonly given as gifts.
However, when it comes to exchanges between heads of state or ambassadors, there is a custom of presenting knives and guns. These are not ordinary knives and guns, but rather, just like when the mainland government presents a knife, the knife is of the same quality as the tea from the Phoenix Tea Factory—an extremely rare knife.
Even though Nie Zhao was incredibly wealthy, he was still just an ordinary person, and it was a business visit. He wanted a knife as a state gift, and Liang Lisheng immediately thought it wouldn't work. But Nie Zhao said, "If I could have two, that would be even better."
How shameless of him! He was presented with a knife as a state gift, and he wants two more?
Not wanting to disobey his boss, Liang Lisheng said, "I'll go and sound out what the other party thinks first. But how are things going with your client? I've seen nothing but negative and critical articles in the newspapers. Are you sure the talks are going well?"
Nie Zhao looked up and saw a calligraphy scroll on the wall, written in a vigorous and elegant style.
He had done his homework and recognized it; it was the teacher's handwriting—just one sentence, but powerful and resounding: Revolution requires bloodshed.
He said, "In mainland China, public opinion does not necessarily represent the official attitude, but I am certain that the official will to reform is very firm. We just need to do one thing well: invest money boldly and provide them with experience support."
Ultimately, it was an unfamiliar place, and Liang Lisheng was getting old; his judgment wasn't as sharp as it had been in his youth.
But Nie Zhao was younger and had better judgment, so Liang Lisheng chose to listen to him: "OK, thank you for your hard work, boss."
He left his phone in the foyer when he came in.
Hearing the vibration, Hank, who was on duty, handed it to him.
But the room was too big, and Hank walked for a while before the call ended.
When Nie Zhao saw it was Chen Rou, he immediately sat up straight and prepared to call back right away.
But upon glancing at the newspaper again, he withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.
His wife went to a bar without him, and she even smoked cigarettes lit by other men.
Nie Zhao could even imagine her with glazed eyes, blowing a puff of smoke onto another man's face.
He can't make the call now; he needs to express his anger.
Otherwise, she'll think he doesn't care, which won't do. So he won't reply. He wants her to know he's angry!
...
The Taiwanese guy was keeping an eye on Cheung Tze-keung.
Because when he sees the news, he will definitely be unable to contain himself.
But as the saying goes, a hero needs three helpers.
Chen Rou overestimated the strength of the Taiwanese paparazzi, while underestimating the power of the Hong Kong paparazzi.
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