Chapter 392 Turning a stain into a political achievement!
These three knives are practically identical to the ones Zhao Dezhu used to stab Lan Hai Daily Chemical Factory.
Zhao Dezhu was just a pawn; the real people who wanted to use this theory to kill were in the capital.
"They're trying to destroy the Qin family." Huo Wenxuan loosened his tie, looking dejected. "Once this label is firmly attached, the Qin family will be unable to recover for three generations. Commander Gu must have been implicated over there, otherwise he wouldn't be unable to send back even a letter."
Su Yue stared at a certain point in the void.
Running away won't help.
Explanation is useless.
At this critical juncture, any explanation will be interpreted as a cover-up, and any concession will be seen as a guilty conscience.
Since the other party wants to use "international cooperation" as a weapon to kill, then we need to change how we hold the weapon and stab the tip back.
"Wenxuan," Su Yue suddenly spoke, her voice so calm it was almost frightening, "Go and find all the documents the factory signed with the French L Group, as well as the official documents issued by the Provincial Foreign Affairs Bureau and the Ministry of Commerce. Even a receipt must be an original."
Huo Wenxuan was stunned: "What do you need these for? Hasn't the matter at our factory been settled already?"
“We’re even, but Qin Zheng isn’t.” Su Yue stood up, walked to her desk, and spread out a letter. “The Qin family’s current predicament is because they’re hiding their ‘external cooperation’ as a stain. The more they hide it, the more suspicious others will become.”
Huo Wenxuan's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood: "You mean..."
“Turning a stain into a political achievement.” Su Yue picked up her pen, filled it with ink, and said, “Although the reform and opening up policy hasn’t been officially proposed yet, the winds from above have already changed. Our cooperation with the French has earned us real foreign exchange and introduced technology, which is the best example.”
Since some people say that foreign trade is a "sugar-coated bullet," then she proves that this bullet contains real money for building the country.
"I also need the Qin family's contact information." Su Yue's pen hovered over the paper. "Not through official channels, but privately."
Huo Wenxuan looked troubled: "This... the Qin family is being watched right now. If we contact them rashly, will it be...?"
"I'll go."
Zhang Huilan appeared at the doorway of the inner room at some point.
Zhang Huilan held the string of sandalwood prayer beads in her hand, her face devoid of its usual kindness, replaced by a somber look that had been etched by the passage of time.
“I have a long-standing relationship with that old woman from the Qin family.” Zhang Huilan walked to the telephone and took out a yellowed notebook from her pocket. “Although this telephone line is being monitored, there are some code words that those young people can’t understand.”
Su Yue watched her mother-in-law's retreating figure, feeling reassured.
She has never been fighting alone in this family.
Half an hour later, the table in the main room was piled high with documents.
Su Yue sat under the lamp, holding scissors and glue, cutting and pasting together official documents, foreign exchange receipts, and technology import contracts, turning them into a thick "case study".
She wasn't just organizing the data; she was teaching Qin Zheng how to break the deadlock.
The pen flew across the paper, making a scratching sound.
In her letter to Gu Beichen, she didn't write a single word about missing him; it was all practical advice.
"...Rather than being passively attacked, it's better to take the initiative. The Blue Ocean Chemicals model is the best proof: international cooperation is not a monster. As long as the rules are clear, the money goes into the country's pocket, and the technology remains in our own hands, this is a major event that benefits the country and its people..."
Su Yue finished writing the last stroke and blew the ink dry.
She put the thick document and the letter into a brown paper bag and sealed it with sealing wax.
"Mom, what did they say?" Su Yue pushed the envelope to the corner of the table.
Zhang Huilan put down the phone, her expression complex: "I've made contact. The Qin family is in complete chaos. Qin Zheng is being held captive in Xishan and won't see anyone. But Old Master Qin is still here. If we can get this to him, he'll know how to use it."
"How should we deliver it?" Huo Wenxuan asked.
“Beichen has a childhood friend in Beijing named Zhou Weiguo, who works in the garrison.” Zhang Huilan pointed to the envelope. “I wrote the address on the back. Send it by military mail, express.”
Huo Wenxuan grabbed the envelope: "I'll go to the post office right now."
"etc."
Su Yue called him back and took a photo out of the drawer.
That was a group photo taken by a reporter from the provincial newspaper at the signing ceremony of L Group last time. The background was the brand-new production line of Blue Ocean Daily Chemical Factory, and the banner read "Win-Win Cooperation". Su Yue stood in the middle, neither humble nor arrogant, while Gu Beichen, dressed in military uniform, stood to the side and behind, like a guardian deity.
Su Yue tucked the photo into the lining of the envelope.
This photograph carries more weight than any words. It tells Qin Zheng, and it tells everyone in Beijing: someone has successfully navigated this path, and successfully at that.
"Go ahead," Su Yue waved her hand.
Huo Wenxuan rushed into the night with the envelope in his hand.
Zhang Huilan looked at Su Yue's slightly tired profile and sighed, "Yueyue, this move was risky. What if the higher-ups don't approve..."
“You have to admit it whether you want to or not.” Su Yue tidied up the remaining ink on the table. “The wheels of time keep rolling forward, and anyone who tries to stand in their way will be crushed. As long as Qin Zheng sticks to the phrase ‘serving the country’s interests,’ there’s still a chance to turn this situation around.”
She stood up and opened the window.
The night breeze blew in, dispelling the smell of ink from the room.
The northern sky was pitch black, with no starlight in sight. But Su Yue knew that beneath that darkness, someone must be waiting for that ray of light.
Gu Beichen.
She silently repeated the name in her heart.
I've put out the fire in your house for you, but you'd better catch this knife carefully.
Three days later, in the evening, a sour plum smell wafted through the Gu family's courtyard.
Yang Yiyi sat on a rattan chair under the grape trellis, holding an enamel mug in her hands, and occasionally popping a green plum into her mouth.
Her face, which was usually bare-faced, now had a rosy glow, as if it had been coated with the finest rouge.
"You have no idea, my husband looks at me like I'm a fragile thing now." Yang Yiyi spat out a pit, her face showing a sweet complaint. "I just bend down to tie my shoelaces, and he rushes out of the kitchen and insists that it's a dangerous thing for me."
Su Yue was peeling an apple, the red peel hanging down in a long, unbroken string.
She cut the peeled apple into small pieces, put them on a plate, and handed it to him, saying, "You should be content. Yun Mu is just worried about you; it's your first pregnancy, who wouldn't be nervous?"
“That’s true.” Yang Yiyi picked up a piece of apple. “By the way, Jingya called me again last night. She’s having a terrible reaction over there. She’s vomiting everything she eats, and she’s even vomiting bile. Gu Beixiao is frantic and says he’s going to bring all the chefs on Hainan Island home.”
Just then, the telephone in the main room rang again.
In the past few days, this black rotary dial telephone has become the hotline connecting the two sisters' families.
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