Chapter 393 The "Life-Saving Talisman" Sent by Su Yue
Su Yue wiped her hands, went inside, and answered the phone. It was indeed Chu Jingya.
"Yueyue! Help!" Chu Jingya's weak voice came from the other end of the phone. "I want to eat your pickled radishes so badly, I'm dying to eat them."
Su Yue held the receiver and leaned against the table: "Okay, I'll bring it over to you in a bit. Not only will there be pickled radishes, but also my own pickled chicken feet. I guarantee you'll enjoy the spiciness."
"That's great! I knew you loved me the most!" Chu Jingya's voice perked up a bit. "By the way, Bei Xiao just came back from Beijing and said he saw our batch of goods on the street. It's the new packaging of 'Blue Ocean' that we discussed before. It's on display at the Friendship Store, and there are quite a few foreigners queuing up to buy it."
Su Yue tapped her fingers lightly on the table twice: "Really? That's good news."
"And another thing..." Chu Jingya lowered her voice, her tone becoming mysterious, "Bei Xiao said that the atmosphere in Beijing has been a bit strange lately. Those special task forces that were the most active a while ago have suddenly quieted down these past two days. It seems like someone submitted some materials that have intimidated the higher-ups."
Su Yue's fingers, which were tapping on the table, suddenly stopped.
Material.
Judging by the time, that express military mail should indeed have arrived by now.
"Yueyue? Are you listening?"
"I'm listening." Su Yue snapped out of her thoughts and said calmly, "That's a good thing. With things calming down, our lives will be easier."
After hanging up the phone, Su Yue looked out the window. Yang Yiyi was still struggling with the plate of sour plums in the yard, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on her, looking incredibly peaceful.
The wind must have picked up in the capital.
...
Beijing, National Defense University.
Autumn comes early in the north; the wind is already sharp and biting, stinging your face.
The student dormitory building is a red brick building built in the 1950s. The corridor is filled with a musty smell mixed with the stench of rubber shoes.
The door to room 302 was ajar.
Gu Beichen sat on the hard bed by the window, holding a rag in his hand, slowly wiping the combat boots he had just taken off.
He was thinner than he was six months ago, his jawline was more defined, and his cheekbones were slightly more prominent.
The faded military uniform looked loose on him, but his back remained straight like a gun.
"Commander Gu, there's a package for you." The communications officer, Xiao Zhang, knocked on the door frame, holding a square brown paper package in his hands. "It's heavy, and it's an urgent shipment."
Gu Beichen put down his boots and took the package.
The mailing slip had three neat little characters written on it: Su Yue.
There were no unnecessary pleasantries, and not even the full address was written, just "Qiong Island." But in situations like this, the simpler the information, the safer it is.
Gu Beichen placed the package on the table, took out a folding knife from his waist, and pried open the sealing wax.
There were no heavy clothes or food inside. There was only a brown paper file folder and a neatly folded copy of the People's Daily.
That newspaper was from three days ago.
Gu Beichen unfolded the newspaper and scanned the pages.
The front page was nothing special, just some clichés.
His gaze fell on the lower right corner, where an inconspicuous text message was circled in red pen.
Opinions on Strengthening the Management of Foreign Trade.
A note was tucked inside the newspaper.
"It's windy in the capital, so please wear more clothes as it gets chilly. Don't worry, I'm doing well."
The handwriting was very messy, as if it was written in a hurry.
Gu Beichen stared at that line of text for a full half minute.
It's windy.
He turned the note over; on the back was a simple line drawing of a little person holding an umbrella to shield himself from the rain.
The art style is so childish; it's clearly Su Yue's work.
Gu Beichen carefully tucked the note into his shirt pocket and picked up the file folder.
It's quite heavy.
He untangled the thread wrapped around the button and pulled out the document inside.
The top one is a photo.
In front of the new factory building of Blue Ocean Chemical Plant, Su Yue stood among a group of French people, smiling calmly and confidently.
The four large characters "Cooperation and Win-Win" on the banner were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
Behind the photo is a thick handwritten booklet.
"On the Practice and Reflection of Foreign Trade in Socialist Construction—Taking LanHai Daily Chemical Factory as an Example"
Gu Beichen turned to the first page.
"...Isolationism cannot save an economy. Only by bringing in technology and exporting products can we truly achieve self-reliance. Every penny of foreign exchange earned by Blue Ocean Chemicals is the result of practice guided by this theory..."
The handwriting is neat and powerful, with each line exuding a fierce determination.
This involves more than just data; it's about forcefully removing the most sensitive label of "bourgeois liberalization" and replacing it with the prestigious title of "generating foreign exchange for the country."
Moreover, each argument is accompanied by detailed data and evidence.
From photocopies of remittance slips from L Group to copies of approval documents from the Provincial Foreign Affairs Bureau, everything was readily available.
This is a knife.
Su Yue sharpened a knife to a gleaming shine a thousand miles away and then handed it to him.
Gu Beichen closed the booklet, his fingers gently stroking the cover. The rough paper felt strangely comforting against his fingertips.
That woman always managed to find a way out for him in these desperate situations.
Qin Zheng has been interrogated relentlessly in Xishan these past few days, with the special task force relentlessly pursuing the charge of "colluding with the enemy."
If this material can be submitted, it will no longer be Qin Zheng's personal defense, but a successful "model" recognized by the province.
Since it's a model, it must be correct.
Since it was the right thing to do, then Qin Zheng's approval of these projects back then was entirely meritorious.
Gu Beichen stood up, put all the materials on the table back into the file folder, and sealed it with sealing wax. He walked to the window and looked at the gray sky outside.
It was getting dark.
This is a good time to get things done.
...
At 8 p.m., a small lamb restaurant outside the East Fourth Ring Road.
The shop is small, with only four or five tables, and the air is filled with the smell of mutton and charcoal.
In the corner sat a man in casual clothes, with a copper pot in front of him, steaming away.
The man was probably in his early thirties, with a buzz cut and an old jade Guanyin pendant around his neck. He kept glancing towards the door while cooking his meat in the hot pot.
The curtain was lifted, and Gu Beichen walked in.
He changed into an inconspicuous dark blue overalls and put a baseball cap on his head.
"You're here?" The man put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine bottle next to him. "I thought you wouldn't be able to get out tonight. I heard your school has been doing strict room checks these past few days."
Gu Beichen didn't say anything, but pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Wei Guo, do me a favor."
Zhou Weiguo paused for a moment, holding the wine bottle in his hand.
He was Gu Beichen's childhood friend and is now a battalion commander in the garrison area. He has connections and a wide network of influence.
"Go ahead," Zhou Weiguo poured Gu Beichen a glass of wine, "As long as it's not a prison break, I'll drink with you."
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