Chapter 397 The most important thing in life is, of course, to show off your wife!
The tension of living on the edge of a knife in the capital city completely dissipated at that moment.
He took off his coat, crawled into bed, and pulled Su Yue into his arms.
"Go to sleep."
I slept exceptionally soundly that night.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already shining on my bottom.
A commotion of chickens running and dogs barking came from the yard.
"Dad! It's Dad!"
Gu Ping'an's shrill childish voice almost blew the roof off.
Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked open.
Two small cannonballs rushed in and hit Gu Beichen directly.
"Ouch!" Gu Beichen grunted, reaching out to catch the two little devils, lifting them up one on each side. "You're heavy. Looks like Grandma has been feeding you a lot of meat."
Gu Ping'an clung to his neck, refusing to let go, her snot and tears smeared all over his newly changed vest: "Daddy, you're so mean! You won't even take me to fight the bad guys!"
Gu Ningjing didn't cry, but stared at him with bright, sparkling eyes, still holding up the little wooden toy gun: "Daddy, fix it."
The rubber band on the pistol broke.
Gu Beichen rolled out of bed and hugged his daughter in his arms: "Fix it. Daddy will fix it for you right away."
The atmosphere at the breakfast table was excessively lively.
Zhang Huilan made hand-pulled noodles and prepared a thick sauce.
Gu Beichen ate until he was covered in sweat, finishing three large bowls in a row.
"How many days will you stay this time?" Zhang Huilan peeled a clove of garlic for him.
Gu Beichen paused for a moment, then swallowed the noodles in his mouth: "I'll leave this afternoon."
The courtyard fell silent.
Gu Ping'an dropped her chopsticks on the table, her lips trembled, and she looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"Hold it back."
Gu Beichen straightened his face and said sternly, "Gu Ping'an, what kind of man cries like this?"
Gu Pingan sobbed, forcing back her tears.
"Dad has a mission." Gu Beichen softened his tone and reached out to rub his son's head. "These two women in the family are your mother, your grandmother, and your sister. While I'm away, you're the pillar of the family. Can you hold them off?"
Gu Pingan sniffed and puffed out his little chest: "Yes!"
"Good lad."
After finishing his meal, Gu Beichen didn't rest.
He chopped a pile of firewood, filled the water vat, and climbed onto the roof to replace the leaking tiles.
Su Yue watched from the side, holding the luggage she had prepared for him.
Besides a change of clothes, the canvas bag was stuffed full of sea buckthorn repair cream, a full fifty bottles, making the bag bulge.
"Is this enough?" Su Yue asked.
"That's enough." Gu Beichen jumped off the roof, dusted off his hands, and said, "If that's not enough, I'll send another telegram to Huo Wenxuan to ship the goods."
He took the bag and weighed it in his hand.
This was his key to getting in touch with the capital.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
A military green jeep was parked at the gate of the courtyard.
The driver didn't turn off the engine; it was still roaring.
Several military wives from the neighboring courtyard peeked over, their eyes full of envy.
"Has Commander Gu been promoted again? He looks completely different now."
"I heard that Director Su's factory has come up with something new, and even the French are coming to ask for cooperation. That couple is really something else."
Gu Beichen ignored the gossip.
He stood in front of the car door and turned to look at Su Yue.
The wind ruffled Su Yue's hair.
She wore a white shirt with a beige knitted vest over it, looking clean and neat. Standing in the autumn sunlight, she seemed to glow.
Gu Beichen's Adam's apple bobbed.
He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Su Yue's head with his large hand, and without caring how many eyes were watching, lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss was fierce, filled with possessiveness and reluctance to part.
A collective gasp and whistling erupted from the surrounding area.
Su Yue's cheeks flushed, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean waist.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Gu Beichen rubbed her lips hard with his thumb, his voice low and deep: "Wait for my news."
"be safe."
Gu Beichen turned around, opened the car door, and jumped in with a nimble motion.
The canvas bag full of sea buckthorn frost was thrown on the passenger seat.
The jeep kicked up a trail of dust and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
Su Yue stood still until the car was out of sight before turning her gaze away.
She touched her slightly swollen lips, a faint smile curving her lips.
The winds blowing in Beijing are likely to be completely swayed by these boxes of face cream.
Su Yue turned around and went back into the house, picked up the phone, and dialed Huo Wenxuan's number.
"Old Huo, notify the workshop to start the sea buckthorn cream production line at full capacity, in three shifts."
"Also, send an urgent telegram to the Friendship Store in Beijing to inform them that the new goods are on their way. But this batch of goods will not be sold individually; it will only be supplied to the military and foreign guests."
On the other end of the phone, Huo Wenxuan was taken aback: "Hunger marketing?"
"No."
Su Yue looked out the window at the grape trellis that had already begun to shed its leaves.
"That's called creating momentum."
Gu Beichen charged into battle at the front, while she stood behind him, handing him the best gun.
This sea buckthorn frost is like a sugar-coated bullet aimed at the elite circles of Beijing.
If they use it and find it good, then they will owe Gu Beichen a favor.
In this world, the hardest debt to repay is the debt of gratitude.
In the late autumn of Beijing, the wind whistles and feels like sandpaper scraping against your face.
Inside the guard post of the garrison's patrol team, several young soldiers were taking turns rubbing their faces, the purple bumps on the backs of their hands from the cold itching terribly to the touch.
A military jeep screeched to a halt on the side of the road.
Gu Beichen got out of the car, carrying a bulging canvas bag, and strode to the guard post.
"Commander Gu!" The squad leader recognized the menacing figure and immediately stood at attention and saluted, the movement pulling at the chapped skin on his face, causing him to wince in pain.
Gu Beichen returned the greeting without saying a word, unzipped his canvas bag, grabbed a handful of glass bottles, and placed them clattering on the windowsill of the guard post.
"Take it and divide it up."
The squad leader paused for a moment, then picked up a bottle and held it up to the light. The pale yellow cream had a handwritten label that read "Blue Ocean Sea Buckthorn Repair Cream," and it looked as shabby as something you'd find at a roadside stall.
"What...what is this?"
"It's for rubbing on the face." Gu Beichen unscrewed a bottle, scooped out a piece, and rubbed it directly onto the class monitor's hand, which was frozen like a red radish. "It's good stuff, don't waste it."
The burning, stinging sensation was instantly suppressed by a cool sensation, followed by a warm, moist feeling.
The squad leader's eyes widened, and his fingers moved nimbly a couple of times. The joints that were so stiff just now that he couldn't pull the trigger were now moving smoothly.
"Amazing!" the squad leader exclaimed in surprise. "Commander Gu, where did you get this stuff? It's so much better than clam oil!"
“My wife made it.” Gu Beichen zipped up the zipper, his tone calm, but he emphasized those words. “It’s specially made for frontline soldiers. If they think it’s good, have someone line up at the Friendship Store. It’ll be in stock in a few days.”
After saying that, he turned around, got into the car, stepped on the gas, and the jeep spewed out a plume of black smoke and plunged into the swirling yellow sand.
In less than half a day, several boxes of sea buckthorn frost spread throughout the garrison area and the compound.
That kind of quick-acting, non-greasy miracle ointment became a hot commodity in the hands of these rough old men.
Along with the name "Blue Ocean Daily Chemicals," it has transformed from a cold, impersonal document into something tangible and relatable.
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