"It hasn't been done yet? But my godfather wants to see the plan, so I made an appointment with Carlos that we'll all come to my house once the plan is completed."
"Hehe, the old man is really strong-willed. Alright, I'll wait for your call. Also, Carlos asked me to have lunch with him today, but I actually wanted to invite you too."
"I don't have time. You two can do it yourselves."
After the second class ended, Zhang Hongmei rushed to the car, and the two drove directly to the library.
I spent over forty minutes in the library and finally chose an architecture book. The content seemed pretty good. I don't need them to understand it; I just hope they can find a few blueprints in it so the villagers can decide which one they want. Of course, they'll definitely build the same one—that way it'll look nice and neat!
"We still have an hour left, let's go home for dinner and change cars."
Zeng Zhongkang had no objection; he was fine with anything, even skipping meals.
When the two of them got home, Wang Xinyi was quite surprised. In the end, Shen Yunfang hurriedly went into the kitchen to cook noodles for them. There wasn't enough time to cook anything else, so this was the fastest way.
Both of them were a little hungry, since they would usually have eaten lunch by now.
After finishing my meal, I hurriedly rode my bike to school, arriving at the classroom just in time. Wyatt was already gone, and no one else bothered me, so my efficiency in the afternoon was still very high.
After school, the four of them went home together.
"Zhang Hongmei, you didn't even take me with you to the library?" Cheng Guangxu said, sounding aggrieved.
“Speak properly to me. If you want to go to the bookstore, go on Saturday or Sunday. I mainly want to change cars today.”
That's the only way I can fool him.
Didn't you buy any books?
"Yes, I bought an architecture book."
"You've started researching this again?" Cheng Guangxu asked with a bitter face. He didn't even have time to study mechanics, and this guy had started studying architecture?
"I don't have time for that. I just look at foreign house designs when I'm bored."
Cheng Guangxu fell silent, realizing he still hadn't tried hard enough.
After arriving home, he told Wang Xinyi and Shen Yunfang that Wyattroy would be coming over for dinner in a little while.
"There's food at home, don't worry. We also have braised fish today, but it's sea fish."
“That’s very good, Aunt Shen. You’re busy, I have something to do.”
Zhang Hongmei felt she should hurry up and take a look at Zeng Zhongkang's design.
The four of them stayed together in his bedroom. Zhang Hongmei had never been into a male comrade's room before. Upon entering, she was impressed; truly worthy of a soldier, so clean and efficient. It was a pleasant sight.
Zeng Zhongkang sat around the computer, with the other three people surrounding him.
After reviewing it, Zhang Hongmei was inwardly full of admiration, thinking how capable the person was. To be able to design such an excellent positioning was truly remarkable.
"Zeng Zhongkang, I don't understand your business at all, but from a computer perspective, I think you've done a perfect job!"
"Really?"
"Of course, I'm not lying." Zhang Hongmei saw a happy smile on this tough man's face. It must be the joy of receiving affirmation from others.
Cheng Guangxu and Cai Peilin were incredibly envious. "Zhongkang, how come you're just like Hongmei? It's so enviable!"
Zeng Zhongkang just smiled and didn't say anything.
"No, I have to go study too. They've fallen too far behind me." Cheng Guangxu said, then turned and left. Cai Peilin followed behind him.
"Hongmei, I'll copy it to drive A now. You can find a way to send it back to China."
“Okay, but I think you should not only burn it to a disc, but also go to the company tomorrow to pick up a computer and write the program directly on it. I will try to get the computer back.”
"May I?"
"I think it's okay."
"Then I'll pick it up tomorrow at noon. Once it's ready, I'll just put it in the car."
"Okay, you can do it yourself. I'm going to call Annie."
Zeng Zhongkang felt particularly excited because of Zhang Hongmei's affirmation. He couldn't quite explain the joy in his heart. He was almost nine years older than her, but he just couldn't help but listen to her.
Zhang Hongmei dialed the McCann family's number. And Annie answered the phone.
"Mom, I've been waiting for seven o'clock, but I didn't expect you to call me."
"Hehe, Mom's done with her work for today. How was school?"
"Mom, all my classmates are so envious of me. They all know I have such a beautiful mother. And I asked around. My mother is the only one who went to college."
Listening to the girl's excited words, Zhang Hongmei knew that she had been showing off at school all day.
"Hehe, don't worry, Mom will pick you up after school on Friday."
"Great! Mom, can you and Dad come together to pick me up? Then all the parents of my classmates will be able to meet you."
"Hehe, you and your dad will have to discuss that. I'll head over as soon as I get out of school."
"Haha, that's great! I'll ask my dad when he gets back. I'll have a time when both my mom and dad pick me up from school together."
Zhang Hongmei felt heartbroken listening to Annie's words; no matter how good a father is, he can't replace the role of a mother.
The two chatted for another ten minutes, about all sorts of things, before finally putting the conversation down.
After a quick meal, I went back to my room.
I need to come up with the plan today. The rest I can leave to them.
I first read Zhang Shouyi's letter, which said, "Wife, why didn't you give me the film?"
Zhang Hongmei was stunned for a moment, realizing that she had actually forgotten about it.
"Brother Zhang, I forgot to ask. I'll ask Annie tomorrow too. She didn't mention it to me today, so I guess it wasn't delivered."
"Wife, I desperately want to see you."
Zhang Hongmei suddenly blushed. These weren't romantic words, so why were they so touching?
Zhang Hongmei lay on the table, lost in thought. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She just couldn't concentrate on any one thing.
Zhang Shouyi waited for a while but did not receive a letter from his wife, so he quickly wrote another one.
Zhang Hongmei read it, threw it on the table, and didn't know how to reply. In the end, fearing that Zhang Shouyi would really be anxious, she could only tell him that she was writing a plan.
Zhang Shouyi stared at his wife's letter for a while, never imagining that she was actually just spacing out. He had thought she was genuinely busy.
Half an hour later, Zhang Hongmei finally cheered up. Her Ah Q spirit took over again, and she decided it was better to get back to work. She would deal with the rest when she got back.
It sounds easy, but when I actually started writing this plan, I realized it involved many aspects. I filled three whole pages before I felt it was almost done. I just wonder what other people think.
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