Chapter 381 Gu Beichen is going to school?!
“Ms. Su!” Pierre grabbed the edge of the lab table excitedly. “The previous proposal is null and void! We’re not talking about acquisition, we’re talking about cooperation! L Group is willing to be your exclusive agent in Europe! Profits split 50/50… no, 40/60! You get 60%!”
The tycoon who was arrogant just moments ago now resembles a vendor haggling at a market.
The provincial officials standing nearby were dumbfounded. This...this is it?
Su Yue took off her gloves and threw them into the recycling bin.
“Cooperation is possible,” she said calmly, “but the brand must be in a ‘blue ocean’ market. Moreover, in addition to the agency fee, L Group will also be responsible for helping us get two fully automated filling lines imported from Germany.”
"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Pierre agreed quickly, afraid that Su Yue would change her mind.
Su Yue emerged victorious in this negotiation.
That evening, the Provincial Foreign Affairs Bureau hosted a reception banquet at the State Guesthouse.
The banquet hall was brightly lit, and cadres in Zhongshan suits and foreign guests in Western suits were toasting each other.
The door was pushed open.
Su Yue walked in, arm in arm with Gu Beichen.
The noise in the entire venue instantly disappeared.
Su Yue changed out of her white lab coat and into a dark green velvet cheongsam. The cheongsam was tailored to fit her perfectly, outlining her slender yet curvaceous figure. A delicate knotted button adorned the neckline, revealing a glimpse of her gleaming white calves. Her hair was styled with a jade hairpin, a few wisps framing her face, exuding captivating charm.
She stood there, like a figure from a painting that had stepped out of bygone times, exuding a unique Eastern mystery and charm.
Beside her stood Gu Beichen, dressed in a crisp military uniform, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his posture upright as a pine tree. His cold, hardened, and steely aura, honed from the battlefield, contrasted sharply with Su Yue's gentle beauty, yet they harmonized perfectly.
Pierre, who was holding a glass of champagne, nearly dropped it when he saw this.
“Oh, God.” Pierre put down his wine glass and hurried over. “Ms. Sue, you are more charming tonight than the roses of Versailles.”
He walked up to Su Yue, bent down, and gracefully extended his hand, wanting to take Su Yue's hand and kiss it.
This is Western etiquette, but in Gu Beichen's eyes, it is a blatant provocation.
Before Su Yue could make a move, a large hand covered in calluses suddenly darted in.
*Smack*
Gu Beichen grasped Pierre's outstretched hand.
Pierre was stunned for a moment, and tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person's grip was incredibly strong, like an iron clamp tightly holding his palm.
The bones made a slight creaking sound.
Pierre's gentlemanly smile froze, and his brow twitched in pain.
Gu Beichen remained expressionless, swaying up and down twice: "Mr. Pierre, welcome to China. Here, we don't do that handshake thing. A handshake is the only proper way."
After saying that, he increased the pressure even more.
Pierre winced in pain, his back almost too bent to bend over, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes...yes...when in Rome, do as the Romans do..."
Reporters around them carried cameras, their flashes going off incessantly.
In the shot, a tall Chinese military officer tightly grasps the hand of a French tycoon, his face full of "friendliness." Meanwhile, the stunningly beautiful Eastern woman stands beside the officer, a folding fan covering her face as she smiles, her expression one of indulgence.
Gu Beichen released his hand.
Pierre quickly hid his reddened hand behind his back and dared not mention the hand-kissing ceremony again.
"Commander Gu," Su Yue whispered in Gu Beichen's ear, "you've got quite a bit of strength."
Gu Beichen pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist as if asserting his ownership.
“To deal with people who want to take advantage, you have to be strong.” He looked down at Su Yue. “From now on, you have to take me with you to these kinds of occasions. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist chopping off all those hands that want to touch yours.”
Su Yue tapped his chest lightly with her folding fan: "Rude."
“Rudeness works.” Gu Beichen said confidently.
The day after the dinner ended.
The provincial capital's daily newspaper featured a huge black-and-white photograph on its front page.
In the photo, Gu Beichen is holding Pierre's hand, while Su Yue stands beside him in a cheongsam.
The title was in bold, black font, exuding a powerful and imposing aura.
"Oriental Charm Conquers France: Blue Ocean Daily Chemicals Makes the World Look to China!"
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A red-headed document was placed on the octagonal table.
The seal on it is bright red, and the four large characters "National Defense University" in the center exude an aura of majesty and solemnity.
Gu Beichen sat at the table, holding a teacup in his hand. The tea had long since gone cold, but he hadn't taken a single sip.
Su Yue placed the last dish of braised lion's head meatballs on the table, took off her apron, and casually picked up the piece of paper to look at it.
Notice of enrollment in further education.
Advanced Command Department, six-month program.
What this means in this era is self-evident.
This is the stepping stone to becoming a general, and the organization's highest recognition of Gu Beichen's real combat achievements over the past few years.
"Go." Su Yue slammed the documents back on the table and put some food in the two children's bowls. "This is a good thing, who are you trying to impress with that long face?"
Gu Beichen didn't touch his chopsticks.
He turned his head and looked at Su Yue's profile as she bent down to pick fish bones from Ning Jing's face.
We still have to go.
I just got back from the Northwest, and before I could even settle in, I have to leave again.
Moreover, this time it's a trip to the capital, and the trip will last for half a year.
With her two young children at home being so clingy and the factory work so demanding, how could Su Yue possibly manage all that alone?
"I don't want to go," Gu Beichen said in a muffled voice.
Su Yue paused for a moment with her chopsticks.
She looked up and glared at him, annoyed.
"Gu Beichen, you're a chief of staff now, can't you be a little more ambitious?" Su Yue put a deboned piece of fish into Ning Jing's mouth. "The National Defense University isn't a place anyone can just go to. Commander Zheng has been worrying himself sick over this spot, and it finally fell to you, and you're telling me you're not going?"
"At home..."
“I’m here at home, Mom is here, and Huo Wenxuan is free labor.” Su Yue interrupted him, “You’re a soldier, obeying orders is your duty. Besides, it’s only half a year, it’s not like we’re going to be separated by life and death.”
She spoke casually, but her hands slowed down as she peeled shrimp for Ping An.
Half a year.
One hundred and eighty days.
I've gotten used to him being around me, used to having a warm human pillow to hug at night. Suddenly having to sleep in a cold bed all by myself is a feeling that only I know.
Gu Beichen reached out and grasped Su Yue's wrist.
His palms were large, dry, and calloused, and the warmth of his palms radiated through his skin.
"daughter in law."
Su Yue tried to pull, but couldn't.
"Alright, let's eat." Su Yue turned her face away. "After we eat, let's go for a walk on the beach. It's been a long time since I've felt the sea breeze."
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