Chapter 278 After All, Han Suijing Doesn’t Like You at All
When Song Yan drove Wang Ziru to Duan's house, Mr. Duan's neck was already sore from waiting. "So you guys sent the kid to kindergarten? I thought Comrade Ziru wasn't coming today."
"Of course he will come." Wang Ziru laughed and gave Mr. Duan an injection while asking him if he had taken the Chinese medicine on time today. The old man nodded quickly and said that he had taken the medicine on time and was as obedient as a kindergarten kid.
"Oh, right! At noon, Duan Yanzhi's uncle called from the south and asked you to answer the phone." Old Duan suddenly remembered this.
"Mr. Duan? Is he still in Guangzhou?"
"I don't know!" Mr. Duan smiled and looked nonchalant. "Who knows what he is doing there? Maybe he will call back later."
Sure enough, in the living room on the first floor, Wang Ziru had just finished giving acupuncture to Mr. Duan from his head to his arm and right palm, when the phone rang in the study upstairs.
"Go upstairs and answer it! It must be for you." Old Duan said to Wang Ziru with a smile, "The boy must want to ask for your opinion on investing in the South."
"Mr. Duan always has his own ideas. I guess he has good news." Wang Ziru complimented Duan Suili with a faint smile, and then said, "Grandpa, please don't move."
"I'll sit in the living room and wait for you to come down."
The nanny heard the phone ringing upstairs and ran out of the kitchen and was about to go upstairs, but she saw Wang Ziru's figure in the stairwell. She stood outside the kitchen door, looked around, then turned back to the kitchen to cook.
The second floor of the Duan family's house is decorated very luxuriously, and is more quiet and elegant than the first floor.
Duan Suili's study is located next to his bedroom on the east side. Although Wang Ziru has been treating Mr. Duan for several days in a row, she has never gone upstairs to the master's study.
On the desk, the dial phone is very conspicuous.
"Hello, how are you..." Before Wang Ziru finished her words, Duan Suili's warm and magnetic voice came from the phone.
"Is it Ziru?" Duan Suili was still investigating in Shenzhen, but the vast countryside there and some special policies granted by the country were enough to attract businessmen from all over the country. "I plan to return to Kunming in two days and bring back some news and newspapers."
"Great! You can bring back some maps of Shenzhen for study."
"Map?"
"Yes! Bring back a copy of each version of Doumai. As far as I know, the economy of several southern provinces is very active at present, and there are more opportunities than in the western regions."
Duan Suili told Wang Ziru, "At present, we mainly use the funds and technology of overseas Chinese, including setting up factories. I am considering it again. The Duan family controls the medicinal materials of Yunnan Province. Can we also open a pharmaceutical factory in Shenzhen?"
"A pharmaceutical factory? Not really suitable. Yunnan Province is right next to Guangxi. If Mr. Duan is interested in building a pharmaceutical factory, he should set it up in Yunnan Province. After all, pharmaceutical production requires strict environmental conditions and has relatively high requirements for raw materials. It is better to set it up in Yunnan Province."
"Well, I'll make a decision on this matter after I come back and carefully investigate it. The Japanese machines will also be sent to Kun City..."
The two talked on the phone for about ten minutes before ending the call.
A father and son were shopping in the city center, choosing schoolbags in the store, when Commander Duan's car also arrived in the city center.
When she saw the red brick-patterned leather schoolbag the father and son had chosen, she laughed and said, "Bao'er, what kind of taste does your dad have? You, a boy, use red?"
"Bao'er's mother said that red is a festive color, and the child also likes brightly colored backpacks." Han Suijing explained proudly.
After buying school bags, pencil cases, pencils and other stationery, Commander Duan held Baoer in his arms and said, "Let's go! Little boy, let's go to the post office to buy stamps. Uncle promised to buy you a gift. You've been in Kunming for so many days, but you haven't seen the gift yet."
Baoer was very excited and started counting the number of stamps she bought with her little finger.
As a result, the three of them arrived at the post office. Commander Duan walked to the post office window and said in a rough voice: "Comrade! Please give me a copy of your airmail stamps."
Han Suijing's eyes widened in surprise, and he walked over and said, "Just buy two. You don't really need to write a letter."
"How can that be done?" Commander Duan insisted on buying a copy for the child. After handing the money into the window, he heard the female comrade inside ask, "We have zodiac stamps and the commonly used airmail stamps. Which one do you want, comrade?"
"Give me one copy of each."
"There are twenty sheets in a sheet. Comrade, does your unit send letters?" When the female comrade in uniform handed two sheets of airmail stamps out of the window, she saw that it was a cadre of the army and asked another question out of curiosity.
Commander Duan received the stamp, took a look at it, and ignored the female comrade.
He then stuffed the stamp into the boy's hand and said, "Here! This is the stamp your uncle bought for you. You can write to your uncle in the future. Every time you send a letter, you can stick a stamp on the envelope."
It was the first time the little guy received this special gift, and his whole face was stunned with excitement.
I am speechless.
"Hahaha..." Commander Duan laughed out loud, holding the child in his arms as he walked out of the post office. Passing by the photo studio, he asked, "Little guy! Haven't you taken a photo with your dad yet?"
"Photo?!" The child, still in extreme shock, suddenly raised his head and looked around for his father. "Dad, are we going to take a photo?"
"Your mother is not here, so let's come back another day." Han Suijing was thinking about taking a photo as a family of three.
But Commander Duan had already walked into the photo studio holding the child. "Why do you have to wait until his mother is here to take the photo? The child's grandparents will be here tomorrow, right? Hurry up and take a photo of you two."
Bao Er was so happy, his little head was like a garlic, "Dad! Let's take some pictures."
Han Suijing looked at the child's eager eyes and compromised, "Okay! Dad will hold you and take two photos together."
The father and son took a few photos together, and Baoer waved to Commander Duan who was standing in front, "Commander uncle, come over and take a photo too."
The photographer stopped and said, "You two adults can sit on both sides and let the child stand in the middle."
Han Suijing sat on a stool holding the child, his brows furrowed. Whenever he briefly passed through this scene in his mind, he always felt it was so strange.
Commander Duan was a cheerful person, and when he saw the young man inviting him, he didn't hesitate and walked over to sit on the high stool on the other side. In this way, the two men took a few photos with the cute baby.
Coming out of the photo studio, Commander Duan, holding the child, casually asked, "When will President Han and his team arrive in Kunming?"
"I heard that we will be here at noon the day after tomorrow." Han Suijing replied in a dull voice.
"Okay, the child hasn't met his grandparents yet, come here and have a good family reunion!" Commander Duan returned the child to his subordinates, and each of them walked towards their own cars.
Commander Duan did not rush back to his home in the courtyard, but took a bus to Taihe Street.
"Go to the Queen Hotel." Leaning back in the back seat, he instructed the guard Li Junfeng.
Li Junfeng held the steering wheel with both hands, and watched Song Yan drive past them. He subconsciously thought that they didn't usually go to that place. "Commander, what are we doing at the Queen's Hotel?"
"Do I need to report to you?" Commander Duan said coldly with sharp eyes.
Li Junfeng immediately fell silent and drove straight to Taihe Street. Before the car stopped at the gate of Queen's Hotel, the leader in the back seat had already opened the door and got out.
Although they followed the commander everywhere all year round, they came to Taihe Street only a few times.
Unless there are Vietnamese military officers coming over from the Sino-Vietnamese railway, they will come here to meet and discuss matters.
Li Junfeng came out of the cab and watched the commander's tall figure walk into the gate of the Queen's Hotel. He was completely confused, "Could this man also want to stay in the hotel and go to get a room?"
At this moment, in the hotel lobby.
Commander Duan walked straight to the front desk and was about to speak when he heard someone calling him, "Brother! Is it really you?"
Duan Yanfei, who was wearing a hotel uniform, almost popped her eyes out. As soon as she came down from the stairs, she saw her brother coming to her workplace.
She walked quickly to the front desk, and when she saw that it was really her brother, tears of grievance suddenly welled up in her eyes.
"Did you hear that Han Suijing is going to get married, so you came to see me?" Duan Yanfei's nose felt sore and he burst into tears of grievance as he spoke.
Commander Duan leaned on the stage with one hand, the fierceness in his eyes gradually disappeared, his face was cold, and the corners of his lips twitched, "What does Han Suijing's marriage have to do with you? He is not going to marry you."
"How come it's none of my business?!" Duan Yanfei couldn't believe her brother's indifference to her marriage, so she pulled her brother and said, "Come on! Let's go over there and talk."
"Duan Yanfei! I'm not here to see you, please let go."
"I don't!"
Duan Yanfei has always been afraid of this brother King Yan, but ever since she learned that Han Suijing had reported his marriage to the army, her heart ached. She finally saw her brother coming to the hotel, she really wanted to cry to him.
The brother and sister walked to a secluded place at the back door of the hotel without waiting for Commander Duan to speak.
Duan Yanfei covered her face and cried bitterly.
Commander Duan sniffed his nose, his dark eyes fixed on his sister. After all, she was his biological sister. "Alright! You don't have to cry so pitifully. After all, Han Suijing doesn't like you at all. It's useless to cry."
"I came here today to rent out the public area of your hotel. Do you want me to do you a favor?"
Duan Yan raised her tearful face with a look of surprise, "You want to book the whole place? What for? Is there any activity in your unit, or a negotiation meeting?"
"Just do as I say, and I'll help you achieve some results. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go find your manager." Commander Duan said this with a formulaic expression, too lazy to waste a word on his sister.
He was about to turn around, but was stopped by his sister.
Duan Yanfei wiped the tears from her face and said, "Forget it! So which places do you need to book? A restaurant or a conference room?"
"I have reserved all the places where people can chat and talk in public. Starting from the morning of the day after tomorrow, they will be kept empty for a week. No one except Han Suijing can enter."
"Brother, what do you mean? Only Han Suijing can enter? No, what is Han Suijing going to do here?"
"Want to know? Go ask grandpa. Han Suijing has been going to my uncle's house to visit grandpa every day recently. Maybe you can run into Han Suijing there." Commander Duan straightened his collar leisurely.
Five minutes later, Commander Duan came out of the Queen's Hotel.
Following behind was her sister who looked suspicious. Duan Yanfei always felt that her brother was hiding something from her, but she could not find any evidence. After sending her brother away, she stood outside the gate and thought for a moment, "Why has Han Suijing been visiting Grandpa every day recently? What does he mean by that?"
She decided to go to her uncle's house to visit her grandfather after get off work, and maybe she could meet Han Suijing.