Chapter 52 My brain is itchy, I am about to develop a love brain

He Hongyuan could no longer tolerate his wife's free time being occupied by Comrade Yan Min, and he was also unwilling to see his good brother die in such a way.

Struggling with the relationships between his parents and siblings, Zhang Huafeng also messed up his emotions.

He Hongyuan was a tough guy who would never acknowledge Zhou Shengqiang again, and even insisted on changing his last name when he was a teenager. At this moment, he said in a cold tone: "Zhang Huafeng, think about it, can you avoid this matter? As long as you want to be with Yan Min, your family will always be in turmoil. How do you solve it? Are you willing to give up Yan Min and listen to your family's arrangements to marry some distant cousin..."

Just hearing these words, Zhang Huafeng raised his eyes tiredly, stared at his brother standing beside his bed, and retorted loudly: "I won't marry anyone else. I only want to marry Minmin in this life!"

"Okay." He Hongyuan looked down at Zhang Huafeng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a hunched back. "Since you have thought this through, you have to go and comfort your family. I know your family was poor before, and you are the eldest child. You are used to taking care of your family. I also think it was not easy for your family to sell everything to raise money to send you to join the army. But you have been sincere to your family for so many years, giving money and effort. Nothing else is enough. You are a 20-something-year-old man. If you let them arrange your life casually, Yan Min will definitely not marry you. To put it bluntly, You are also responsible for the development of this situation by tolerating them again and again. Don't be so indecisive now. You acted decisively on the battlefield. Now you should also show some courage!"

He Hongyuan left after saying a few words, leaving Zhang Huafeng alone in the dark with his hands clasped together on his forehead. His mind flashed back to the poverty of his family when he was a child. He wanted to sign up for the army, but it was his parents and brothers and sisters who pooled money to enroll him in the county town. Then he recalled the letters from his hometown that fiercely criticized him for not being filial and for forgetting his parents and brothers and sisters because of the vixen in the city. Finally, thinking about every little detail of his relationship with his partner Yan Min, Zhang Huafeng frowned and clenched his fists.

Zhang Huafeng wrote a letter overnight, a lengthy one-page letter, in which he told his family that he only liked Yan Min and wanted to be her revolutionary partner, and no one could stop him. As the eldest son of the Zhang family, it was his duty to send money to his parents as a living allowance, and it was a filial piety of a son. From now on, twenty yuan a month would be enough for their daily expenses, and there would even be some left over. As for his younger brothers and sisters, they had already grown up and started their own families, so there was no reason for him, the eldest brother, to support them. He hoped that they would work hard and focus on production and construction.

After writing the letter, Zhang Huafeng did not rush to send it out, but went to the cultural troupe to find Yan Min.

Jiang Xiurong came out and replied, "Minmin is practicing dancing and doesn't have time to see you. Political Commissar Zhang, please go back."

"I know she doesn't want to see me, Comrade Jiang, please tell her that I'll be waiting for her here." Zhang Huafeng stood tall in his military uniform, straighter than the poplars on the border.

Jiang Xiurong looked at him deeply. She had no choice but to go back to the rehearsal room of the cultural troupe and act as a mouthpiece: "Political Commissar Zhang said he will not leave and will wait for you outside."

Yan Min was stretching his muscles with a frown on his face. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head and said in a muffled voice, "If he wants to wait, then let him wait. It has nothing to do with me."

An hour later, Yan Min and Jiang Xiurong finished rehearsing "The Happy Milker". Jiang Xiurong walked to the window and looked down, joking with her friend, "Hey, Political Commissar Zhang is still waiting~"

Yan Min's eyes flickered, and after struggling for a moment, he finally went downstairs.

When he saw Yan Min, Zhang Huafeng didn't say much and just handed the letter over.

Yan Min thought that Zhang Huafeng might have come to ask for peace today by waiting downstairs of the art troupe, but she was still feeling upset and didn't intend to listen to what he said. She just wanted to get rid of him.

But this man did not play by the rules. He sent a letter without saying a word.

Yan Min took the letter in confusion, quickly scanned the words on it, and then looked at the man in surprise.

Zhang Haifeng stood straight, raised his hand to salute Yan Min, and solemnly promised: "Minmin, I have made up my mind to make things clear with my family. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any injustice! Don't separate from me either. It hurts my heart to hear these two words."

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"I have always known that he is a very filial person. He has been helping his parents and taking care of his brothers and sisters since he was young. Over the years, I never thought that he would be so tough with his family."

Yan Min was at Lin Xiang's house at the moment, struggling with emotions. Thinking back to the words Zhang Huafeng had written on the letter paper in the afternoon, she was quite moved.

This was the first time in her life that she fell in love with someone and was in a relationship with him. It would be regretful and painful to give up on him. If Zhang Huafeng really continued to tolerate his family, she was indeed ready to give up.

But this time it was different. He seemed to have really made up his mind to set a clear boundary and not turn his dedication into a bottomless pit.

Lin Xiang did not expect Political Commissar Zhang to suddenly become tough. You know, throughout history, filial piety is the most difficult thing to give up, especially since Zhang Huafeng has been like this for more than 20 years. How can it be easy to change deep-rooted ideas? How can he continue to resist the greed and bloodsucking of his family?

"Political Commissar Zhang knows that change is a good thing, which means he is willing to fight and change for your relationship." Lin Xiang could see the reluctance in Yan Min's heart, and sincerely hoped that the two of them could live happily together. "If you still have confidence and feelings for him, consider whether to give him another chance. The decision is in your hands."

Yan Min was indeed surprised by Zhang Huafeng's sudden change, but she faced her inner feelings and finally nodded.

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He Hongyuan finally felt better these days.

Yan Min didn't go home every day. After all, the art troupe was busy, and she also had to find time for dates, so she didn't have much spare time to bother her wife.

Zhang Huafeng has also been in high spirits recently. Young couples always get back together more closely after a breakup. He and Yan Min invited the two couples who had been helping to reconcile to dinner.

After the meal, Zhang Huafeng, who was so happy that his mouth was almost stretched to the sky, patted He Hongyuan on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Brother, what you said that day was very right. Fortunately, you can say it directly. I was confused before!"

He Hongyuan curled his lips and said, "You're welcome."

I do this for myself too.

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After a meal at the state-owned hotel, Lin Xiang deeply felt the preciousness of dog food, especially when she saw Political Commissar Zhang asking Yan Min about her well-being and picking up food with great haste. Yan Min glared at him and told him to be more careful about his influence.

On the way home, Lin Xiang said to He Hongyuan with emotion: "Look at how beautiful other people are when they are in love. Their eyes are almost tearing."

He Hongyuan frowned: "What is wire drawing?"

Lin Xiang: "...it's just the two of us with such affection, you look at me and I look at you, the air becomes sweet."

He Hongyuan:?

Is there?

Lin Xiang was too lazy to say more to this man who had no romantic heart. No matter what, as a bystander, she was happy to see Zhang Huafeng and Yan Min, who liked each other, reconcile.

"I hope Political Commissar Zhang's family will be quiet. Why would they bother with such a promising family member? Only by living in peace can everyone be happy." Lin Xiang only found out later from He Hongyuan that Political Commissar Zhang's father had been chosen as the team leader of the production team because of his son's military status. Political Commissar Zhang's younger brother had also been chosen for the easy job of scorekeeper because of his brother's respected military status, which was better than working in the fields.

Zhang Huafeng, who became the political commissar by virtue of his military merit earned at the cost of his life, has benefited his family in every aspect. However, even so, the Zhang family is still in trouble and greedy, asking for more and more. It's really stupid.

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Although Yan Min didn't have much time to visit Lin Xiang's house to talk, their friendship had indeed warmed up a lot. A few days later, Yan Min went with the art troupe to perform on a deserted island near Langhua Island. There were only two soldiers stationed on the island, and they stayed in this poor, desolate and uninhabited place.

After returning from the performance, Yan Min brought Lin Xiang a gift, a large basket of Guanyin vegetables.

"We sent supplies to the two soldiers, including food and drinks, including canned food and coconut juice from your 119th Factory." Yan Min was filled with pride as a soldier and respect for the soldiers stationed on the isolated island to guard the coastline. "The two soldiers were very polite. After the performance, they gave each of us a basket of Guanyin vegetables. They said that there was a lot of this on the island and they couldn't eat it all. I thought I would share some with you and Qingya."

Lin Xiang opened the bag and took a look. Wow, the purple-red Guanyin vegetables were juicy and tender. They looked delicious. "Okay, thank you. I won't be polite."

Yan Min was busy going back to the art troupe to sort things out, and was even more anxious to meet up with someone he hadn't seen for a few days, so he hurried off again.

When He Hongyuan got home from get off work, he was surprised to see a large pot of wild vegetables: "Did you go pick wild vegetables?"

"No, Minmin gave it to me." Lin Xiang explained the whole story to the man. While picking angelica leaves, she asked about the soldiers stationed on the isolated island.

He Hongyuan was naturally clear about this, and he spoke of this matter with a serious face: "It is not easy to guard an isolated island. It is not a big place, but it is a coastal defense observation point, and someone is needed to guard it. This task looks simple, but it is very boring and very proud."

Lin Xiang nodded: "That's not easy."

The coastal defense line is inspected three times a day on the island. There are not many people on the island, and there are only two soldiers. Just imagine how torturous it must be. It's really great.

The Guanyin vegetable sent by the soldiers was stir-fried with thinly sliced ​​pork liver. The purple-red vegetable leaves were crispy and tender, and the pork liver was fresh, fragrant and tender, which was a perfect combination.

Lin Xiang loved this dish in her previous life, but at that time she ordered stir-fried pork liver with blood vegetable.

He Hongyuan was impressed by his daughter-in-law's cooking skills. He was a rough man, and his cooking skills were limited to making the food taste good and edible. Other aspects such as color, aroma and taste were not important.

But after getting married for these days, he has come to realize that the food at home is more delicious than that in the army cafeteria or even in state-owned hotels.

In particular, Lin Xiang also made a can of Spanish mackerel sauce for him to take to the army. Sometimes He Hongyuan was too busy to go home for dinner, so he could only make do with the canteen. Swallowtails with green onions and spread some Spanish mackerel sauce on them, or spread it on steamed buns, were all delicious.

Because of the taste, He Hongyuan was quite conspicuous in the cafeteria. Zhang Huafeng, Jiang Weijun and other comrades often came to try his sauce.

During the meal, Jiang Weijun and Zhang Huafeng came with pancakes with Spanish mackerel sauce, and the delicious aroma spread. Other comrades came over one after another, and He Hongyuan never saw his jar of sauce again.

When the Spanish mackerel sauce was passed back, He Hongyuan looked at the almost empty jar and couldn't help but laughed and cursed: "Damn, these people are too cruel!"

In the cafeteria, the comrades who were familiar with He Hongyuan ate with delicious food, and came over to him with envy and said, "He Tuan, your wife's cooking skills are so good, the sauce is so delicious!"

"I was so full today that I ate eight cakes in one go!"

"Hey, will there be any sauce tomorrow? I can eat pancakes every day with this! Meat won't taste good anymore."

He Hongyuan spread the remaining little bit of sauce on his own cake. He finally realized his wife's intention. He smiled and cursed: "Get lost, you idiot, you still expect to get it? Go away!"

"Hey, why are you so anxious? We are comrades-in-arms." Several comrades-in-arms who were on good terms with him came over and teased He Hongyuan, "Exercise the friendship between comrades, understand?"

That night, He Hongyuan went home carrying a bag of taro, three oranges, four persimmons and a pomelo.

Lin Xiang looked at the man carrying so many things back and was surprised while helping him carry them into the house: "Where did you buy these?"

"It was given to me by a comrade-in-arms." He Hongyuan said calmly, "He insisted on showing his comradeship with me."

Lin Xiang: “…?”

So enthusiastic?

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Lin Xiang had no idea that a jar of sauce she made for her husband had become a small fire in the army cafeteria. Her comrades-in-arms He Hongyuan even chased her for the sauce and wanted her to help make some, but He Hongyuan refused.

The reason is simple, it's not your wife who is tired of the relationship.

Comrades: I have nothing to say! I used to think you were determined not to get married, but I didn’t expect you to love your wife so much!

But he still accepted the food, because those people insisted that he eat all his Spanish mackerel sauce. He could take those fruits back to reward his wife.

The next day at work, Lin Xiang brought two persimmons to the office. In her free time in the afternoon, she cut the hard persimmons into small pieces and shared them with her colleagues.

Kong Zhenzhen chewed the persimmons excitedly, "This tastes good. I'll go out and pick some persimmons some other day."

Lin Xiang took a bite of the crisp persimmon. With the crisp sound of the crunch, the factory notified everyone to collect their wages.

If you are not active in receiving salary, there is something wrong with your thinking!

Lin Xiang stood up and didn't care about eating at the moment. She went to the finance department of the factory to collect her salary.

The wages in November hit a new high, mainly because coconut juice sold well this month, which raised the bonuses of the workers in Factory 2. Lin Xiang felt that his pocket was heavy with the fifty-eight yuan and thirty-four cents that belonged to him.

Countless meats, sweets and pastries are waving at you!

He Hongyuan's monthly salary and allowances totaled over a hundred dollars, and with Lin Xiang's, the two of them could be considered high-income earners in the 1970s.

Put December's living expenses separately in a bedroom drawer and deposit the rest of the money in the bank.

Lin Xiang has her own small piggy bank, which contains the 700 yuan she earned from selling her job and the 200 yuan wedding gift. In addition, she saves a fixed amount from her monthly salary, and now has nearly 1,000 yuan.

How could a person who had a thousand dollars in the 1970s not be a wealthy woman?

He Hongyuan sent 30 yuan home to his mother every month. When they were getting married, He Guifang asked her son to stop sending money and let him take care of his own family. Lin Xiang was the first to raise objections.

It is natural for children to respect their parents, of course, provided that their parents are not like the Lin family.

In addition to the money he sent to his mother-in-law, He Hongyuan kept twenty dollars for himself every month, mainly for occasional cigarettes and alcohol purchases. The rest of the money was given to Lin Xiang to manage, and all household expenses came from this money.

Not long after getting married, Lin Xiang saw He Hongyuan's memorial and was surprised by the numbers on it. But then she thought that soldiers had their heads tied to their belts, so it was reasonable for them to have a high income.

From having nothing at the beginning to having more than 3,000 yuan in his hands now, Lin Xiang feels very at ease.

Sure enough, money can bring people a sense of security!

An increase in wages can also boost motivation!

The workers at Factory 2 received their November wages, and all of them were beaming with joy.

Qiu Hongxia was cracking melon seeds, her face almost broken with smile: "Coconut juice is good! Let's sell coconut juice!"

Yang Tian's salary this month is the highest ever. He walked home last night with a breeze. The big and strong men would straighten their backs in front of their wives and say, "Xiao Lin's ideas are great!"

Director Zhao happily watched the workers in the workshop working hard, and walked back to the office with a resolute step, ready to boost morale: "Comrades, we have achieved a phased victory! This is the result of our hard work and struggle..."

Kong Zhenzhen winked at Ma Defa and Lin Xiang. Lin Xiang was confused, and then she saw Ma Defa and Kong Zhenzhen stood up at the same time and got busy.

Kong Zhenzhen walked out holding the enamel cup: "Director, there is no water in my enamel cup. Go out and get some water."

Ma Defa, holding a collection of revolutionary poems, walked hurriedly: "Director, I will go out to read some poems to boost the morale of the workers."

Only Lin Xiang, who was still a little confused, was left standing there in a daze. Director Zhao looked at the two people leaving with a little regret. Finally, he set his eyes on Lin Xiang: "Xiao Lin, let me tell you, this hard-working and fighting spirit is incredible..."

"It's not easy to develop our second factory..."

"We used to be looked down upon by everyone at our plant, but now we are finally proud of ourselves..."

Lin Xiang resisted the urge to yawn and glanced at her watch. Wow, Director Zhao had already given a half-hour speech!

Only now did she understand why Kong Zhenzhen and Ma Defa ran so fast!

She just wanted to shout for help! Director Zhao is not usually so nagging.

"Director!" Lin Xiang couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the spell directly, "I have work to report."

Director Zhao was caught speechless by an audience. He still had seven or eight points to say, but work was more important. "What's going on?"

"Director, our coconut juice has now gained a firm foothold in Phnom Penh. It sells well and is well received by local residents. Once the new equipment arrives at the end of the year, production efficiency will be greatly improved and we can consider expanding to the entire Hai Ninh province."

If you are limited to Phnom Penh, you will not be able to develop in the long run. It is right to plan and seize the market early. If Lin Xiang is not wrong, it will not be long before there will be other soda factories producing and selling coconut juice on the market.

Although coconut juice is not available nationwide like oranges and pears due to its raw materials, and is basically only available in a few provinces and cities in the south, there are soda factories in this area, so there will definitely be people who will follow suit.

As more coconut juice brands are sold out, will 119 Coconut Juice still be the only one that dominates the market?

Director Zhao knew that what Lin Xiang said was right: "I have also been thinking about this. In the past, orange soda was available all over the country. The process of selling it from this city to other provinces and cities is not complicated. However, coconut juice is different. There is no precedent before. We have to go to the Haining Provincial Grain and Oil Company."

Lin Xiang nodded. This trip must be made. At the same time, there is an important question: "Director, our coconut juice is selling well. It won't be long before soda factories in the province or surrounding provinces and cities will follow closely. When everyone rushes to grab coconuts, we may not be able to get good quality ones. After all, this is juice, and the original quality of the fruit is crucial. Now buying wild coconuts picked by everyone is a transitional method. In the future, we have to try planting, standardize the quality of coconuts, and ensure that we can get a fixed amount every month."

Director Zhao was surprised when he heard this: "Grow it yourself?"

"We don't have the energy to grow coconuts ourselves, so why not cooperate with production teams that produce more coconuts? Many production teams grow fruit trees and sell them to supply and marketing cooperatives. We can also use this method to bring income to the village and improve life, while also ensuring our own supply of raw materials."

"This method is feasible, but it's a big move." Zhao Jianjun thought for a moment and felt that it was too much. "Factory 1 may not agree. I need to think about it again."

"Director, please think about it again. If we can make our second factory bigger and stronger sooner rather than later, maybe we can sell our products to the whole country in the future."

Director Zhao looked at the young comrade and wondered why he was being fooled by him.

Lin Xiang also mentioned that the current coconut juice supply to Phnom Penh is more than enough, but if the company wants to grow bigger in the future, it must have its own coconut planting base.

At the monthly summary meeting of the 119 Food Factory in early December, Zhao Jianjun was invited to attend the meeting openly due to the success of coconut juice. When he entered the door, he looked at Director Qin of the shrimp sauce workshop of the first factory with a proud look and turned his head away.

When Secretary Tang fulfilled his promise and praised the recent work of the second factory with an unhappy expression, especially the launch of the new flavor of coconut juice, Zhao Jianjun took the opportunity to thank the leaders: "Thank you for the support of the first factory, thank you for the affirmation of the factory leaders, thank you for Director Huang's approval of our coconut juice factory and the purchase of new equipment. Without the director, there would be no coconut juice today! Finally, I also want to thank Secretary Tang..."

Secretary Tang's face froze when he heard this.

Zhao Jianjun also said, "If it weren't for Secretary Tang's opposition and pessimism, we wouldn't be able to work hard and strive for progress!"

Secretary Tang: "..."

Zhao Jianjun vented all his anger that day, and listened to the loud speakers at Factory 1 and Factory 2 reporting the monthly results for the month, which mentioned that the shrimp sauce workshop was doing steadily, while the coconut juice workshop at Factory 2 was a rising star, and he even walked with a swagger.

When Lin Xiang heard that Director Zhao dared to be sarcastic to Secretary Tang at the meeting, she couldn't help but admire Director Zhao, but she was also curious: "Director, aren't you afraid of Secretary Tang's retaliation?"

Zhao Jianjun rubbed his shiny forehead nonchalantly: "Why should I be afraid of him? If I don't smear him today, will he target Factory 2 instead of me? Anyway, he is always targeting us, so we must seize the opportunity to vent our anger!"

Lin Xiang: I admire you again!

Director Zhao’s mental state is so advanced!

The second factory has been having a lot of good things happen recently. Its coconut juice has been a huge success and it was commended and praised for the first time at the monthly meeting. It also received an invitation to the Haining Province Soft Drink Factory Exchange Conference for the first time.

Zhao Jianjun was so happy holding the invitation letter that he could not stop smiling: "This exchange meeting didn't look down on us before, but now they specially invite us!"

Looking at the time and place, Zhao Jianjun immediately decided to go!

His life motto is that you must show off when you can!

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"Are you going on a business trip?" After returning home, He Hongyuan saw his wife packing her luggage. She was putting a long-sleeved shirt and trousers into the rattan box, and she didn't forget her vanishing cream.

After asking carefully, He Hongyuan learned that his daughter-in-law was going on a business trip to the provincial capital of Haining to attend a provincial soft drink factory exchange conference, which would take three days.

"I'll be back on Sunday." Lin Xiang finally had the chance to go out for a walk. She went to the provincial capital openly with a letter of introduction for a business trip, and there was some excitement in her words.

He Hongyuan pursed his lips, many words rolling in his throat, and finally uttered four words: "Come back soon."

"I know!" Lin Xiang was obviously more excited than reluctant at the moment. Plus, there were only three days in total, which was much shorter than the time He Hongyuan spent on the mission, so she felt less sad about leaving.

Lin Xiang carried her luggage and a rattan suitcase and set off with Director Zhao. The two planned to take the green train to the provincial capital, and the whole journey would take about two hours.

The provincial capital of Hai Ninh Province is twice the size of Phnom Penh. As the most developed city in the province, the provincial capital has heavy industry, various steel plants, machinery plants, and cable plants. The food and soda factories are also large in scale, much larger than the 119 factory in Phnom Penh.

The provincial soda exchange conference is held once a year. In the past, Factory 2 had never been invited. After all, as a subsidiary of Factory 1 of the 119 Food Factory, no one would take it seriously if its soda was not outstanding.

But this year was different. In November, the coconut juice from Factory 119 No. 2 emerged as a dark horse. The provincial soft drink exchange conference, which had originally set the number of participants for each factory, urgently increased the number of places and sent an invitation letter to Factory 119 No. 2 at the last minute.

This was the third city Lin Xiang had visited since the 1970s. Unlike Xifeng City and Phnom Penh, the provincial capital was developed and dominant, and it seemed that its infrastructure construction was several years ahead of other cities.

This provincial soft drink exchange conference was held at the Red Star Guesthouse, the largest guesthouse in the provincial capital. Participants stayed in the guesthouse, basically occupying rooms on the third and fourth floors, while the meeting was held in the auditorium on the first floor of the guesthouse.

There are many soda workshops developed by soda factories and food factories of all sizes throughout the province. After all, soda has been a hot commodity in recent years. After going through the famine years, people always crave for this sweet taste. In addition, Haining Province has developed well. Although it is said to be a provincial exchange conference, in fact, several famous soda factories in surrounding provinces and cities also sent representatives to attend, and the auditorium was packed with people.

When Zhao Jianjun and Lin Xiang walked into the auditorium, many people noticed them. Most of the others were familiar faces, so familiar with each other over the years. Now there were two new faces, and an enthusiastic colleague asked them and found out that they were from the 119 Second Factory.

The 119 Food Factory is also well-known. The canned shrimp sauce it produces and sells has always been the leader. However, the canned shrimp sauce is too famous, so the soda has been overshadowed.

Everyone knew that the reason why the people from Factory 119 No. 2 came here was because of the coconut juice that suddenly emerged last month.

Such provincial exchange conferences are mainly hosted by the leading soda factories, while other factories come to listen to experiences, ask questions and learn.

The No. 1 soda factory in the provincial capital is an old brand with a long history. When the foreign cola lines were withdrawn, they also acquired some production lines. In recent years, it has also been the representative of southern soda.

Representatives from other soda manufacturers actively inquired about the future adjustment direction of soda, and everyone had an in-depth discussion, creating a lively atmosphere.

The only person Director Zhao knew at the scene was the director of a workshop at the provincial capital's No. 1 soft drinks factory. Before he had exchanged a few words with him, someone approached Lin Xiang and greeted him.

"Comrade, are you the ones selling the 119 coconut juice?"

Lin Xiang nodded: "Yes."

A few people gathered around and looked Lin Xiang up and down: "You guys sell shrimp sauce at 119, but now you sell soda pretty well too."

It sounds a bit sour, but the strength is okay.

Lin Xiang still responded with a smile and ignored any unnecessary words.

On the second day of the meeting, Lin Xiang and Director Zhao followed the large group to visit the production workshop of the No. 1 soft drinks factory in the provincial capital. It can only be said that the big factory is worthy of being a big factory, with advanced and large equipment, which made Director Zhao's eyes sparkle.

He whispered to Lin Xiang, "Look at their workshop and equipment. Ours... oh~"

Lin Xiang smiled secretly: "Director, ours will be changed soon."

"Yes." Zhao Jianjun was in a good mood when he thought about the new equipment coming.

During the morning visit, Zhao Jianjun and Lin Xiang exchanged ideas with their colleagues. They also got to know a lot of people. Most of them were very friendly, and they especially praised the coconut juice of 119.

When Lin Xiang returned to the guesthouse to rest at noon, he could not help but sigh: "This provincial capital soda factory is really grand. I saw many people staring at it with wide eyes."

Not only is the factory magnificent and equipped with advanced equipment, the workers inside are also professional and standardized. After some communication and learning, I realized that their level of prowess is really incomparable to 119.

Zhao Jianjun also learned a lot from the old masters in the factory. Many of the old masters in the provincial capital's No. 1 soda factory were veterans. An experienced old master in the soda factory workshop had worked in China's first Shanhaiguan soda factory established in 1902. At that time, all the soda factories were foreign-funded, and he learned foreign technology from them.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Likewise, if you fall behind, you can only learn.

The old master later came to Haining Province and participated in the establishment of the first soft drink factory in Haining Province as a veteran. After the factory was taken over by the state, he continued to work in the factory with strong skills and rich experience. The factory has a variety of soft drinks, among which orange and lychee flavored soft drinks are the most popular.

Even after more than 60 years, he is still familiar with the pros and cons of various types of fruit soda.

In the afternoon, the old teacher explained the soda manufacturing process. He took orange soda, the basic operation of all soda factories, as an example, and explained the difficulties of production technology from various links in the production line to the bitter taste of oranges. It can be said that he covered all aspects.

Lin Xiang listened carefully. She had previously learned about fruit juice making mostly from various video tutorials. Now that she had truly met a master who had devoted himself to his studies, she was filled with admiration.

After the presentation, representatives from various factories asked questions in an orderly manner. Everyone discussed together in a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Suddenly, a representative from the Five Star Soda Factory in Hedong City, Haining Province stood up and proposed: "Master Sun, orange soda is almost ruined on the streets. Should we mix more sodas with other flavors?"

Master Sun, with his gray hair on top, said calmly, "Yes, it is a good thing to try more flavors. Nothing can remain unchanged. Even orange soda should be changed according to the tastes of the people."

"119 sells coconut juice, so why not let them talk about how coconut juice is made? It can also help us save more time developing soda flavors. Our factory has also tried coconut juice, but the color is not very good and the taste is not so good. The comrades from the 119 factory should come over and share with everyone."

As soon as this was said, many people's eyes fell on Zhao Jianjun and Lin Xiang from the second factory of 119 Food Factory.

Coconut juice has just been released recently, and people are certainly curious about it, but how could the recipe be made public so directly?

Zhao Jianjun cursed in his heart. This person was really bold to speak up, but he couldn't say anything too harshly. He just said half-jokingly: "Director He, this is Master Sun's class. There's no way we can skip it. Xiaolin from the factory and I are also learning it."

"Director Zhao, you are too polite. Your coconut juice is selling so well now. You don't want to hide it so that only you can sell it, right? Then you can beat the No. 1 soda factory in the provincial capital. Maybe the next conference will be held in your factory."

This is pure provocation, they want to turn 119 into a target!

You have bad intentions!

Zhao Jianjun is a person who shows off when he should, and is very good at hiding his shortcomings when he shouldn't. He hated this troublemaker very much at the moment. If he didn't handle it properly, when the news got out, it might become that 119 suddenly became arrogant and prepared to crush all the soft drink factories in Haining Province.

"Director He, technical exchange is a good thing. Our factory was built in a short time, so we need to learn more from the No. 1 soda factory in the provincial capital. We dare not be arrogant and act as a teacher. It seems that only Master Sun has this ability." Lin Xiangchong smiled and directly hit back at the hostility of the Five Star Soda Factory, and even the behavior of blatantly wanting to have its own formula. "If your factory wants to mix coconut juice for sale, we can't stop it. As for the exchange of coconut juice production issues, let's wait for your factory to come up with a formula for the ace soda flavor so that we can learn from each other."

With just one sentence, he got rid of the possibility of any rift with the provincial capital's No. 1 soda factory, politely declined the rude request of the Five Star Soda Factory, and finally secretly pointed out the problem that the Five Star Soda Factory still did not have a signature flavor of soda.

Other colleagues laughed quietly, and someone said directly to the people from the Five Star Soda Factory: "Old He, 119's soda has surpassed them and even has a signature flavor. You guys need to work harder!"

Director He of the Five Star Soda Factory's face darkened, and he sat down with a snort.

At the end of the meeting the next day, Zhao Jianjun and Lin Xiang both noticed something was wrong.

"It seems that several factories are developing coconut juice." Like orange soda, it is produced and sold by major soda factories across the country, and the flavors are always different.

Now that 119 Coconut Juice has just become famous, it is understandable that some people are following its footsteps, but the speed was beyond Zhao Jianjun's expectations.

“Director, even if the taste is different, other factories will follow suit and the competition for coconuts will become more intense.” Lin Xiang also had a sense of crisis. When all the coconut juices from various factories were launched on the market, would 119 still be able to maintain its leading position?

There were no serious exchange activities on the third day of the meeting. It was basically just visiting various places and eating at public expense. Zhao Jianjun thought about it and took Lin Xiang back a day early.

The green train rumbled towards Phnom Penh at night, and the two discussed the next work on the train.

"Not only the Five Star Soda Factory, but at least three other soda factories are also producing coconut juice." Zhao Jianjun now felt that Lin Xiang's warning was correct. "Your suggestion of cooperating with the production brigade to build a coconut plantation is feasible. We need to hurry up and do it."

Lin Xiang continued, "We started early, so we have advantages and experience. The types, sizes, and shell thickness of the coconuts we received this month will affect the final coconut juice. When the time comes, we will sort them out and look for the best quality coconuts to plant and purchase."

Zhao Jianjun rarely saw young people with such quick reactions and immediately said with a smile: "We are really lucky to have you staying in our second factory."

He thought again of what Lin Xiang had said that day, that if the second factory became bigger and stronger, perhaps they could sell coconut juice all over the country. Could it be that this was not nonsense and could really come true one day?

Wow, I dare not think too much, otherwise I will wake up laughing in my dreams!

After they took the train back to Phnom Penh, they immediately rushed to catch the last boat back to Langhua Island. When they returned to the military compound, it was already dark. They went home separately. Lin Xiang glanced at her watch. It was 7:30 in the evening.

However, her own small building was pitch black. After putting her luggage away, Lin Xiang pondered the empty room and was sure that He Hongyuan was still working overtime in the army.

I came back a day early, I had to give him a surprise!

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He Hongyuan has been having a hard time these past few days. In the past, he could leave without any worries when he went on a mission. The last time he went on a mission after getting married, he felt reluctant to leave. But once he stepped on the ship, he had to put aside all distractions and concentrate on his work.

But this time his wife was away on a business trip, even though it was only for three days, and only two days had passed, He Hongyuan was already not used to it.

I'm not used to going home to an empty, dark place, all by myself. It seems that Lin Xiang's figure is everywhere, but when I reach out my hand, there is only air to keep me company.

Thinking that his wife would be back tomorrow, He Hongyuan felt a little better. However, he was too lazy to go back too early tonight, so he simply found something to do in the office to kill time.

Boom boom boom.

I just wanted to find some quiet time but someone disturbed me.

"Who?" He Hongyuan asked in a cold voice.

"Hey, Captain~"

Lin Xiang's voice came from outside the door, startling He Hongyuan so much that he stood up suddenly and walked out quickly.

As soon as he opened the office door, the person who appeared before him was his wife.

He Hongyuan was stunned for a moment, his thin lips slightly parted, and it seemed that he found his voice after a while: "Are you coming back early?"

Lin Xiang held an aluminum lunch box in her hand, smiled sweetly at the man, and spoke sweet words: "Yes, I missed you so much, so I came back early!"

He Hongyuan:

My heart felt like it was hit hard by something.

He tried hard to suppress the curve of his lips and said in an unnaturally serious tone: "Work is the most important thing. Don't act on impulse."

"Oh?" Lin Xiang narrowed her eyes in amusement, and simply turned around and walked out, "Okay then, I'll go back to the conference and come back tomorrow~"

But as soon as she turned around, she was grabbed by the man and held in his arms. The man's strong arms held her tightly and said in a deep voice with a deep smile: "You're back and you still want to run away?"

Lin Xiang rubbed her head against his chest and said with a smile, "Did you not eat well when I was not at home? I just came over and ran into your orderly. He said you were busy with work these days and didn't eat much."

He Hongyuan looked guilty as if he had been caught, and cursed in a low voice: "This little Wu..."

"You are not allowed to retaliate against Xiao Wu!" Lin Xiang supported her spy.

He Hongyuan: "..."

Where is my status!

He Hongyuan is used to being hungry. Sometimes when he is busy, he forgets to eat. But these past two days, he likes to find things to do. For example, he hasn't gone to the cafeteria to eat tonight.

At this moment, the corn cakes that Lin Xiang had prepared for him came in handy. Both of them started eating one cake each without having time to have dinner.

The conditions were simple and the dinner was plain, but the couple enjoyed the meal together with great relish.

When the aluminum lunch box was empty, He Hongyuan packed it up and went home with his wife. As they were walking, they suddenly heard a noise coming from the single dormitory.

The two looked at each other and looked over with some curiosity.

It turned out that Zhang Huafeng's family had come. There were about seven or eight people in the family. Zhang's father was pointing at a young girl he brought from his hometown and wanted his son to marry her.

Lin Xiang was startled and whispered to He Hongyuan, "Does this mean you have to force me to marry you?"