The youngest son is of course Rong Jingchen. He also has a younger sister, Rong Meiling, who is 23 years old and is a little lark in a certain military district art troupe in Kyoto. She and her aunt Li Zhen are not in the same troupe.
The two sons of the eldest wife both have children, and they all spent the New Year at the old man's house, which was quite lively.
Lin Ximan also learned that the old man usually lived with the eldest son, because the eldest son was in the scientific research department, and if he had a new project, he might not be at home for several months, so the eldest son's family usually lived in the old house. Rong's father from the second house was also a military commander, and he was also allocated a house in the compound.
Today is New Year's Eve. Everyone is happy, but no one says anything else. On the surface, it seems very harmonious. I just don't know what it will be like in the long run.
After lunch, she originally wanted to sit for a while and then go home, but she didn't expect Mr. Rong to sit down and talk to her about the factory.
"Xiao Lin, how is your factory in Pengcheng going? Are there any difficulties?"
"Grandpa Rong, everything is fine in the factory over there. It is developing in the direction we had originally planned. We are mainly engaged in export business now, and what we are producing now are the orders from Europe. There is nothing difficult now. The country's policies are so good. I believe that our country's economy will take off soon. Next year, I plan to cooperate with the country's post and telecommunications departments to build base stations so that mobile phones and pagers can also enter the mainland market..." Speaking of her factory, Lin Ximan was no longer nervous, and she kept talking.
The two talked a lot, and Grandpa Rong listened carefully to her plans for her future, but he did not hear about her plans for her marriage.
Grandpa Rong didn't say anything. He would ask his little grandson about these things later to see what they thought.
But this chat took a bit too long. Lunch was originally a late one, so it was already 1:30 p.m. when we started. After the lively meal, we cleaned up and chatted with the old man, and it was already dark.
When she proposed to go home, everyone tried to persuade her to stay. Finally, the old man made the decision and told her to go back after breakfast the next morning.
Once the old man spoke, she didn't dare to say no. If she couldn't say no, she had to stay.
It was just that it was too boring when they stayed up all night. At first, Mr. Rong played chess with his eldest son, but later he got tired and went back to the living room, sat on the sofa and watched TV.
The women in the family were playing mahjong, those who hadn't started were watching TV, and the children were running around and having a great time.
But it was so boring! She couldn't go up to play mahjong, and watching TV was even more boring. Oh! There was no Spring Festival Gala yet, and she didn't know what to do during the Chinese New Year.
Rong Meiling was the most lively one. She sat on the sofa and complained, "It's so boring to watch this kind of TV series during the New Year. I was so happy watching it that I almost cried."
Of course, Rong Jingchen sat next to his girl to keep her company. He never forgot to win her favor, hoping to have a formal relationship with her as soon as possible.
After hearing this, he glanced at Lin Ximan and said, "If you're sleepy, why don't you go upstairs and take a nap?"
"I'm not sleepy. Why don't we hold a party on TV? It would be great if the whole country could stay up all night watching TV on New Year's Eve until midnight. The whole family could watch TV happily and lively. It would be both spiritual and enrich people's lives."
"Xiao Lin, please tell me in detail." Rong Jingchen didn't say anything, and the old man on the sofa in the middle spoke.
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