"Zhao, I heard you're very successful? You've even started producing?"
"Yes, that's right. Thanks to Hongmei, I haven't accomplished anything."
"Hehe, so modest?"
"No, I'm just telling the truth. I'm going back in a few days. Do you have any news you'd like me to take back with you?"
"Yes, there are letters for the young master and letters home. You don't need to take anything else; I'm afraid you won't be able to carry them all back by yourself."
"Hehe, thanks for understanding."
"You've already done a great service by coming to let me know; I should be the one thanking you."
"Hehe, we really don't need to be so polite. Is the factory in production yet?"
"Yes, the first batch of seeders has already been sold, as well as tractors and rotary tillers."
The steel plant is still under construction. Otherwise, some of our machinery wouldn't be able to operate. The steel quality here is still not good; I've seen it myself, it's just that the technology isn't up to par. Also, some of the equipment is outdated.
"That's good. What about Harry and the others?" Zhao Haozheng had no intention of getting involved in their affairs.
"It's the same, but these two are blinded by money and have no intention of leaving. I doubt they'll even go back for Christmas."
As the two were talking, Harry Joding and Bill Exley came over.
"Zhao, you're going back, right?"
"Yes, I was just about to go find you. You can write a letter, and I'll take it back for you."
“Okay, when are you leaving?” Bill Exley patted Zhao Haozheng on the shoulder. This kid was much better than his own.
"I'm leaving here tomorrow to return to the capital. I need to say goodbye to Hongmei's family."
"Okay. Then let's write letters tonight. How about we chat a bit now?"
"Manager Liu said we should have dinner together tonight. I need to go find Zhou Changrong and the manager of McCann."
"They're extremely busy right now. Their diesel and gasoline engines are about to roll off the production line and will be ready for market soon. This is already a convenience for us. The diesel engines from Bill's family alone aren't enough for us."
"Hehe, that's great. You'd better ask Manager Liu if the first batch should be sent to Hongmei's hometown."
"Okay, I understand. I'll find the person in charge to handle this."
"Let's talk again tonight. I need to go see the McCann family. Also, you can write the letters without worry. I absolutely won't peek, and they're easy to get, so you can write as many as you like."
Zhao Haozheng found Roger, the person in charge of McCann, and said the same thing.
After Zhao Haozheng left, Liu Jingze instructed his assistant to take the head chef from the kitchen to buy groceries. Then he sat down at the table and wrote a letter to Zhang Hongmei.
I feel like I have a thousand words to say, but when I pick up the pen, I don't know what to write. I put down the pen, close my eyes, and lean back.
What should I do? I kept asking myself that question.
After thinking for a while, I picked up my pen again. But I just couldn't bring myself to write anything.
He stood up irritably and paced around the room a few times.
I sat down again, thinking I should first report on my work to her.
As I wrote, it became much smoother.
There's also the matter of Liujiatun, and Er Ya has been admitted to the agricultural university in the capital, as has Zhu Zi. Shi Tou and San Ya have exceptionally good grades and will definitely be able to get into universities in the capital too. Finally, a few words were written: "Hongmei, I miss you!"
I counted them and found there were more than ten sheets of paper. I thought to myself, only the last sentence is my own. I packed them up and sealed them.
There was a big dinner party that night, and everyone was very happy. So only Liu Jingze and Zhao Haozheng didn't drink. It was supposed to be a happy occasion for everyone to get together, but after drinking too much, a few of them became a little sentimental. How could they not miss home?
Zhou Changrong sat down next to Zhao Haozheng. "Haozheng, I also have a letter for you to take back. Give them all to Hongmei. One is for her, and another is for your family. I'll explain everything in the letter. There's also one for your father."
"Okay, Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I'll definitely bring it."
Liu Jingze just drank plain water and barely touched his chopsticks.
"Brother Liu, is something on your mind?"
"No, I'll probably leave around the end of the year after you leave. I still have to go to school for my final year. If you need anything in the future, just come to Capital University to find me."
“Okay, Hongmei said that she is also a student at Capital University.”
"Yeah, I guess by the time she gets back, all her classmates from that year will have graduated. I heard Hongmei introduced Liang Yongmin to you?"
"Well, I must say, Liang Yongmin is quite a talent."
“If there are red plums, Liang Yongmin will visit your factory again during his holiday.”
"Yes, that's how I invited him too, Brother Liu. Do you think I should pay him a salary?"
"Yes, he has to support his family after all."
"I understand. I'll tell Wang Ying to make up for the two months' wages when he goes on holiday, and I'll pay him according to the factory manager's salary standards."
"Okay, that way he'll do his best. Don't worry, with Wang Ying keeping an eye on things, there won't be any problems."
"Yes, Wang Ying is quite capable too."
Liu Jingze fell silent; he really didn't know Wang Ying well. He'd only met her a few times. But the people Hongmei used were probably reliable.
The next morning, everyone gathered again and handed the letters to Zhao Haozheng.
It was 11 p.m. when Wang Ying and the others returned to Xinyuan. Zhao Hao wanted to drive, but Wang Ying refused. A man's pride can be hurt sometimes.
The next morning, Zhao Hao, unusually, did not oversleep and watched Gu Chuanming practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard.
"Today I'll treat you to Peking duck, and tomorrow we'll have hot pot. If you want to leave, we'll arrange for the day after tomorrow."
"Grandpa, I'd better not eat. I miss home. My mom is about to give birth."
Gu Chuanming wiped the sweat from his brow. "It won't make a difference if you wait a couple more days. I've packed everything for Hongmei, and Shouyi and I have also packed things for your mother and child. Someone will take you to X; it'll be the same person in charge there as last time. He'll put you on the plane."
Zhao Hao was at a loss for words when a little boy ran over and said, "Grandpa, Grandma Li is calling you to dinner. And this uncle too."
"Okay, has Xiaosong been exercising?"
"Yes, Aunt Wang Ying and Uncle Chengzi took me with them."
“Boy, this is the child Hongmei wants. Tell her that this child is very good.”
"Hehe, what about Hongmei and Annie?"
"That adopted daughter?"
"Yes, what an incredibly beautiful little girl."
"None of them are as pretty as my Hongmei!"
Zhao Haozheng: Aren't you being a bit too arrogant? Is it really okay to boast like that? Although the red plum blossoms are indeed very beautiful.
Breakfast was wontons and steamed buns. Zhao Hao was eating while complimenting Aunt Li, making the old woman beam with joy. She liked this young man even more.
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