Ye Jian is her senior in the office, a man in his 30s who speaks and acts very calmly.
This time, Zhao Mingxin sent the two of them out, firstly to help Feng Jingrou, and secondly, and most importantly, to contact the import machinery department in Shanghai, investigate the market, and see if they could have in-depth cooperation in the future.
Many of the city's old state-owned factories have extremely outdated equipment. If there's any chance of saving them, Zhao Mingxin wants to help them replace them with new machinery.
"Comrade Ye, it's time for dinner."
Feng Jingrou peeled off a crispy pancake and handed it to Ye Jian.
Ye Jian was a rule-abiding man. He looked at the pancakes Feng Jingrou handed him as if he were seeing a flood or a beast, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, we have a rule. We don't take a single needle or thread from the masses."
Xiong Ying is just the opposite of him, she doesn't care about any rules.
"Brother Ye, rules are dead, but people are alive. If you starve to death, you won't be able to follow the rules."
She took the pancake handed to her by Feng Jingrou, rolled a lot of vegetables in it, and spread chili sauce on the outermost layer.
Take a bite.
"Wow! Delicious food!"
She praised him exaggeratedly, which made Ye Jian's mouth drool and his stomach growl. He covered his head with his coat and pretended to sleep.
Xiong Ying laughed at him for being old-fashioned.
"When the train arrives, we'll treat Sister Jingrou and Xiao An'an to a meal, and that'll be all!"
"Brother Ye, just take a bite, it's delicious!"
Xiong Ying couldn't persuade Ye Jian to eat, so she bit her pancake and deliberately made him hungry.
Ye Jian covered his head, pretending not to hear, and really endured it until the train arrived at the station. He ran to the bun shop next to the station and bought five big buns in one breath.
Feng Jingrou had no way to deal with him.
Qin An was overjoyed: [This guy is interesting. Going on a business trip with him must be fun!]
Several people took a taxi and went to the dock warehouse where the machinery was temporarily stored.
As the former foreign concession, Shanghai is more bustling and glorious than Guangzhou.
The taxi passed by a quiet road, with beautifully designed small Western-style buildings in the style of the Republic of China on both sides of the road.
Qin Anan leaned on the car window, looking at the small Western-style buildings receding into the distance, her mouth watering with envy.
When she has money, she will buy two houses.
Feng Jingrou also looked out the window, and childhood memories awakened from a corner, passing through her mind like a movie.
The car continued to move forward.
Feng Jingrou's heart beat faster and her breathing became heavier unconsciously.
When Feng Jingrou saw the small Western-style building that was so familiar to her, she couldn't help but ask the driver to stop.
Outside the courtyard wall, the roses she planted when she was young are in full bloom.
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