Chapter 809 Going to Kindergarten (Grade 9) The weather was fine, and the sunlight shone on the unmelted snow, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.
Lu Qingyang and Chen Mo, along with their newly dressed little fish, carrying prepared gifts, went to pay their respects to several elders living in the east of the city.
The last house belonged to one of Fang Zhongwen's retired comrades-in-arms, surnamed Zhao. He lived in a quiet alley. The courtyard was a bit old, but it was kept very clean.
Old Zhao was in high spirits and was very happy to see them. He pulled Lu Qingyang aside and told him many old stories about when he was in the army with Fang Zhongwen.
As they chatted, the topic turned to 깊当떘.
"This city may seem unchanged on the surface, but there's quite a bit of activity going on behind the scenes," Old Zhao said to Lu Qingyang, taking a sip of tea, as if suddenly remembering something, his tone carrying a hint of warning.
"Qingyang, I heard that the machinery factory to the west, the old factory that used to produce bearings, has always been in poor performance. It seems that the higher-ups are already studying restructuring and relocation. If your pharmaceutical factory wants to expand, or has any other ideas, you might want to keep an eye on that area. I heard that the location has been included in the new planning, so maybe there will be some progress in the future."
Shen Mo listened from the side, her heart stirring slightly. She knew that Lu Qingyang had been paying close attention to news from all sides.
Lu Qingyang showed no surprise. He accepted the candy from Zhao's wife, thanked her, and then turned to Zhao, speaking in a humble tone befitting a junior: "Thank you for reminding me, Uncle Zhao. I've heard a little about this. Actually, a couple of days ago, when they saw that we were having financial difficulties, I coordinated with the district to acquire the entire area of the Hongxing Factory, including the old warehouse behind it, on the south side. Everything was settled. At the time, I thought it was mainly to solve the factory's actual needs, so I didn't make a fuss about it."
Old Zhao paused, his teacup hovering in mid-air, a hint of surprise flashing across his face before turning into admiration. He put down the teacup, pointed at Lu Qingyang, and smiled at Fang Zhongwen, saying, "Old Fang, you have a... sharp eye, and you're very steady. We haven't even heard the rumors yet, and they've already got the meat in their mouths."
She looked at Lu Qingyang again, her eyes filled with more admiration: "That area is quite large. When you first bought it, the price probably hadn't gone up yet, right? Now that the news of the relocation and restructuring has been released, the price is much higher than before. When the official planning documents come out, the demolition compensation... Qingyang, you've really laid a good plan ahead."
Lu Qingyang smiled slightly, neither denying nor showing any pride, but simply said politely, "It was by chance. The factory did have a need at the time, and it was also a way of helping the district alleviate a burden. As for what will happen in the future, it depends on how the policies are implemented."
As we left Zhao's house, the wind in the alley carried a chill, making my face feel cool. Shen Mo took my arm and asked softly, "When did you start collecting these things? I haven't heard you explain in detail before."
Lu Qingyang held her hand, his gaze fixed on the bustling street outside the alleyway, his voice still steady: "Going there was cheap back then, and nobody was competing for it. At the time, I thought that in Beijing, there would only be fewer and fewer industrial parks with such well-preserved locations and large areas, so it was always a good idea to secure one first. Now it seems we were in a hurry."
놛 did not mention the specific amount of the demolition compensation, but Shen Mo could already sense that it must be a much more generous return than she had imagined.
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As the winter vacation ended, on a chilly spring morning, the green-painted iron gate of the kindergarten in the compound stood like a dividing line for growing up.
Chen Mo and Aunt Liu each led one of them to the door.
Little Fish was wearing a newly made floral cotton-padded jacket, with two little buns in her hair. She curiously looked at the slide and rocking horse in the yard, not afraid at all, but rather eager to try them out.
The little girl gripped her mother's hand tightly, her lips pursed, her eyes already red, watching as the unfamiliar door was about to separate her from her familiar home.
"Mommy..." the little girl cried out, her voice full of dependence and grievance, her small body shrinking behind Chen Mo.
At this moment, the little fish, which was half a head shorter than 놛, turned around.
She stretched out her little arm, like a little adult, and patted her brother's arm, her little face serious: "Brother, don't cry. We've grown up now, we can't always stay at your house."
She added in a serious tone, "All children have to go to kindergarten. If they cry, they're naughty, and the teachers won't like them."
After she finished speaking, ignoring her brother's tears, she took his other hand and pulled him forcefully towards the door: "Come on, there are lots of children inside, and there are big building blocks too!"
The little girl's cries lessened a bit after being pulled and lectured by her younger sister, but she was still sobbing. She kept looking back at Aunt Liu and Chen Mo, her little face full of reluctance and struggle.
In the end, she was half-pulled and half-dragged by her younger sister across the threshold.
Looking at her daughter's grown-up demeanor, Shen Mo felt both amused and a little envious.
She knelt down and helped the little girl straighten her collar one last time, saying softly, "Be good, come inside with your sister, I'll be the first to pick you up this afternoon."
Aunt Liu, who was standing to the side, watched the two children's small figures blend into the kindergarten yard, especially the little boy's swaying shoulders. She couldn't hold back any longer and quickly turned her back, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
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