[Adult Urban] Lonely Officialdom (Final Chapter) - 6

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Chapter Thirty-Three: A Late Night Talk

When Zhang Bing arrived at the Triumph Hotel next to the Huasheng Group on the North Fourth Ring Road, it was already 1 a.m. He knocked on the door, and Guo Fei was already lounging on the sofa, half asleep. Seeing Zhang Bing enter, covered in dust, Guo Fei punched him in the chest. "Second Brother, compensate me for the loss! I was just wasting my time waiting for you after work, neglecting all my beauties!"

Zhang Bing immediately returned the punch. "Damn it, do you have any humanity? I only see my brother once every three or four months, while I can cuddle with beauties every day. How dare you compare?" Then he deliberately looked Guo Fei up and down. "Heh, how many big-breasted girls do you see every day? It's drained this little body of its vitality."

Guo Fei ignored him, lazily returning to the sofa, propping his feet up on the armrest, and giving him a disdainful middle finger gesture. "Alright, I'll give you ten minutes to rest, then hurry up and get back to work. I'm waiting to go back and apologize to my wife; she's called several times already to urge me." Zhang

Bing was somewhat grateful for his old classmate's thoughtfulness. Guo Fei knew he had a fear of heights, so even though he was in a hurry, he still tried to let him rest. This rare brotherly bond was truly precious, especially since he needed Guo Fei's help now, and Zhang Bing had been selflessly providing services all along, even paying for the hotel without complaint. That was true brotherhood. But Zhang Bing didn't show it. He tossed his bag aside, slumped onto the sofa, and his expression turned serious. "Guo Zi, should I call Xiao Yun to explain?" Xiao Yun was Guo Fei's wife, a very virtuous woman whom Zhang Bing knew well. "Guo Zi" was his old classmate's nickname for Guo Fei.

"Alright, stop pretending. Xiaoyun knows I'm helping you. She has no objections. If I didn't help you, she would scold me to death. Who told you to be our second brother?" Guo Zi couldn't stand Zhang Bing's seriousness and quickly changed the subject with a grin. "Look at your outfit. You're living a comfortable life as a village official! You'll pay for the hotel yourself this time. Don't make an example of me!" Guo Zi comes from a well-off family and works as a human resources manager at Huasheng Group, earning a relatively high salary. So, from the time they met until now, whenever the two of them get together, Guo Zi usually pays, and Zhang Bing has never been polite about it.

Zhang Bing was just saying it casually; brothers are always very informal. He took an envelope from his bag and tossed it to Guo Zi. "No need for thanks between brothers. This is for the tea money you helped me with. If it's too little, don't worry about it; if it's too much, return it to me!" Then he added with a smile, "Of course, this also includes the accommodation fee for this trip, haha!"

"Damn it, I was blind to know a stingy bastard like you! Don't tell anyone I know you next time!" Guo Zi sneered at him again, squeezing the envelope in his hand before casually putting it in his pocket. "Hehe, quite a lot, 20,000? Looks like you've really struck it rich!"

"Don't give it to me, I'm reluctant to part with it! If it were my own money, I definitely wouldn't give you a single penny!" Zhang Bing feigned distress.

Guo Zi smiled; the banter between brothers had come to an end. He lit a cigarette without saying a word. Zhang Bing turned on his computer, took out an investment proposal from his bag, and handed it to him. "Take a look at my proposal first. It has been approved by the county and town governments. Tonight, we'll combine it with the feedback from your last inspection team and your recent investment policies to revise it properly."

Before Zhang Bing's election, Guo Zi and an investment inspection team from his company were inspecting a project nearby. On a whim, Zhang Bing asked his old friend to help bring the team to Hongqi Lake. After discussing it for a long time, the two of them found five relatively professional young people from the investment team to go to Songshang Village under the guise of a private trip. Because it was a private trip, Guo Zi needed to ask them for their opinions on the development and investment of Hongqi Lake after they returned. The feedback was that it was very promising, but these young people did not have the right to make a decision. Therefore, they needed to formally invite the investment team to take a look again. This required the approval of Qian Jingming, the vice president of Huasheng Group in charge of investment affairs, who was the person Zhang Bing was going to visit tomorrow.

"By the way, why didn't you include the wooden houses and bamboo-walled buildings from the Ming and Qing dynasties in the section on cultural relics? This is a site with great potential for discovery!" Guo Zi quickly flipped through the plan. Because he had previously conducted on-site investigations and had discussed it with Zhang Bing by phone, he was able to read it quickly and finally noticed the problem.

"What? Wooden houses and bamboo-walled buildings from the Ming and Qing dynasties? Where are you talking about? I don't recall it." Zhang Bing was somewhat surprised. His hometown still had treasures that he hadn't discovered yet? That was incredible!

"Hehe, maybe I forgot to tell you next time, my bad!" Guo Zi made a surrender gesture. "After my colleagues came back last time, some of them emphasized the ancient building complex next to your house. If I remember correctly, didn't you tell us that it was a product of the Ming and Qing dynasties and that people still live there? And you also said that you are called the Luban Group because this building complex was built by Luban's descendants according to the techniques passed down by Luban. The valley where you live looks like a white tiger looking menacingly, and the two wells behind the valley are the tiger's eyes. Are there many magical legends about it?"

"Oh, I see, there is indeed such a legend in the village."

"Yes, I didn't pay much attention at the time, just took it as a story. But after I came back, during the process of soliciting investment opinions, several people told me that many wealthy people now like to live in antique-style buildings for a period of time to appreciate the historical accumulation and weight. Our group currently has several projects operating according to this idea. Your valley is uniquely endowed with such a large and genuine ancient architectural complex, and there aren't many modern houses nearby, which is perfect for this idea. In addition, the terrain does indeed resemble a dragon and tiger, and there's also the legend of the famous Lu Ban. Wealthy people who like feng shui care a lot about this. I estimate that as long as your government can guarantee that these buildings will not be included in the scope of cultural relics protection, our company will be very interested in investing. At the time, several people said it was a good project." Guo Zi quickly explained the reasons to him. This was a major selling point for Huasheng Investment. Of course, he had to explain it clearly to his old classmate. There was also something he didn't mention: according to rumors from colleagues, President Qian's investments were most fond of this kind of ancient architecture selling point.

"Haha, it seems like heaven is on our side! I originally thought this cultural development wasn't substantial enough, that without a cultural perspective it wouldn't suit the tastes of the wealthy. Turns out there are things I hadn't noticed. Okay, let's add them right away." Zhang Bing was naturally thrilled to get more information that was in his favor at the last minute. "You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you're in the mountain yourself. It seems the ancients weren't wrong. China has a rich cultural heritage everywhere; it's just a matter of whether we can unearth it!"

"Alright, stop being so sour. There aren't any innocent beauties here that you're trying to seduce!" In a good mood, Guo Zi naturally wanted to expose his second brother's past. Back in the day, his charming and witty image had attracted many female students who loved literature.

Damn it, it's no fun in front of acquaintances; everyone knows each other inside and out! Zhang Bing muttered to himself happily, then stopped talking and waited for Guo Zi to finish reviewing the materials. Then the two of them made some revisions to the entire plan. By the time they finished, it was almost 3 a.m.

"Don't go back now, just stay here for the night. Going back will only wake your wife!" Zhang Bing stretched and advised his old classmate.

"Hehe, you don't need to tell me. My wife already knew this would happen. As long as you don't drag me out drinking and fooling around, she'll lend me to you for the next few days. Pretty brotherly, right?"

"Okay, since your wife reminded me, I'll drag you out drinking and finding prostitutes tomorrow. How about that? Pretty brotherly, right?" Zhang Bing was touched inside, but his words remained carefree. Hehe, chatting with brothers is so refreshing—casual, direct, and you can just throw things around.

"Yeah, it's so nice to see my brothers!" Guo Zi said what Zhang Bing was thinking. "By the way, let's get together with some of the guys from the dorm tomorrow. It's been so long since we've seen each other. You treat!" "

Okay, get together! What? Me? Go to hell! I can only rip off a rich guy like you!" Zhang Bing still acted like a stingy guy, feigning indignation.

"It's settled then. I'll let you know. Finally, I can take advantage of you this time. I bet everyone's happy."

"You make it sound like I'm a stingy person. Didn't I treat you guys to meals when we were in school? Sometimes you guys made me so miserable that I could only afford to eat steamed buns. You guys really did that."

"Haha, who told you to have so many literary beauties around you? Of course, we can only vent our envy on food. You can't have both wealth and women, can you? Haha!" Then Guo Zi's face turned serious. "Second brother, you said it yourself, you only treated us to meals when you were in school, and then less so later, right? Have you figured out why? Over the years, although everyone has been very busy, we still get together often. It's just that you've become a bit distant from us. I don't know if you've noticed? Today, I'm in high spirits and might upset you, but I'll still say it: you're really bewitched by that woman!"

Seeing that Zhang Bing didn't speak, Guo Zi walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "I think you've always had this thought, but you've always avoided it. Second brother, Long Xin is a good woman. She's been with you all these years." "It's not easy, hurry up and get married! Don't cause another incident like that woman, or the brothers will really cut ties with you. You'll be in the officialdom later, and the allure of beautiful women will be even stronger, so you absolutely can't make the same mistake again! We've often talked about you when we got together these past few years, because we're worried about your romantic and infatuated nature. I bet the boss will tell you at tomorrow's gathering that the brothers are genuinely worried about you. You know that's something only we say."

Chapter Thirty-Four: Kung Fu Tea

Although the winter sun rises late, when the soft sunlight streamed in through the window and woke the fast-sleeping Zhang Bing, he was still sleepy, his eyes red and swollen. Looking at his watch, he chuckled, "Good heavens, it's all lit!" Luckily, Guo Zi was a high-ranking member of the group and didn't need to clock in, otherwise, they would have jumped up and cursed him to death! Thinking back to their university days, they used to sleep until this time every day. The school usually had a 10 AM

start time for the first class. The brothers would always finish everything in five minutes and then rush into the classroom like madmen, basically having the honor of walking in step with the professor. Guo Zi was even more amazing; he could always outsleep a minute or two longer than the others, yet still manage to walk ahead of them, deliberately putting on a smug and arrogant expression, which made the slowest and fattest guy, Lao Liu, always want to kick his butt. Ah, university days are truly memorable, those good brothers! It's a pity that Lao Liu went back to his hometown in Yunnan after graduation, and now he himself has left Beijing, so he can't drink and chat with his brothers as often anymore.

After waking the soundly sleeping Guo Zi, the two of them got ready, and Guo Zi took him to what he considered the best breakfast place near their company—a small Hangzhou-style steamed bun shop of less than ten square meters. They ordered two baskets of steamed buns and a bowl of wontons, and at 10:52 sharp, they appeared outside Vice President Qian's office at Huasheng Group. Guo Zi had to go back to work and told Zhang Bing to call him after their meeting. He then walked away steadily, nodding and exchanging pleasantries with colleagues he bumped into, displaying a rather commanding presence. Zhang Bing couldn't help but feel gratified by his old classmate's achievements. At

10:00 AM sharp, led by his secretary, Zhang Bing entered Qian Jingming's office. Qian was a very thin man, dressed casually, his relaxed attire making him seem far from the serious demeanor of a leader of a large international corporation. His silver-rimmed glasses further emphasized his university professor-like appearance. Upon seeing Zhang Bing, Qian warmly greeted him from his seat without waiting for an introduction from his secretary: "Mr. Zhang Bing, are you? Welcome to Huasheng Group!"

"Mr. Qian, you're too kind. It's my honor to be here at the internationally renowned Huasheng Group. Please don't think I'm being presumptuous!" To show his respect, Zhang Bing shook Qian's outstretched hands.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar!" President Qian shook Zhang Bing's hand vigorously, laughing heartily. "I heard Mr. Zhang rushed over from home overnight, so I'm offering this as a welcome welcome! Come, let me offer you some tea!" He then led Zhang Bing to a small reception room next door, where a small tea set was placed on the coffee table.

*Damn it, what's this guy up to?* Zhang Bing thought to himself. Guo Zi had explained President Qian's personality and habits very clearly to him. This man was an absolute shrewd businessman, an expert in negotiation and project selection, with a unique vision. His investment projects had all been very successful, arguably the key to Huasheng Group's success over the past decade. Guo Zi said he usually prefers to discuss projects formally and seriously in the office, pressing for details. If the other party isn't clear, the negotiation is basically doomed. However, he also has a scholarly air, reportedly a professor, and enjoys chatting over tea with colleagues and old friends about everything under the sun, saying it's a relaxing way to unwind. Guo Zi was invited to tea twice, but the naturally lively Guo Zi disliked the Zen-like tranquility and distance, so he kept his distance afterward. Nevertheless, their relationship is quite good; both are high-ranking executives, and Guo Zi said they admire each other's work ethic and interpersonal skills. Now, Qian Jingming is inviting Zhang Bing, whom he's just met, for tea—this is contrary to his usual practice. What's going on? A sudden whim? Impossible; Qian Jingming is a shrewd businessman, he has the emotional control. Is he refusing through casual conversation? That doesn't seem likely either. Guo Zi said that those who inspected the project last time were very optimistic about it. As their direct superior, President Qian couldn't possibly be unaware that the trip was ostensibly a tour but was actually an inspection. Moreover, when Guo Zi helped Zhang Bing schedule a last-minute meeting yesterday, Guo Zi said that President Qian seemed very relaxed and even canceled his original appointment. While it might be due to Guo Zi's influence, it's more likely that he's genuinely interested in the project. So, what does he really mean? Drinking Gongfu tea is all about tranquility and naturalness, a world apart from the calculating and verbally-driven atmosphere of negotiations! Oh well, whatever, let it be for now. Besides, Zhang Bing is quite familiar with tea ceremony. Over the past five years, many people in foreign companies have increasingly favored the tea ceremony of [Company Name]. Their company's CEO often invites Zhang Bing and several other senior executives to drink tea and chat, discussing company affairs along the way. Sometimes, they even hold the presidents' joint meeting in this format. So, Zhang Bing thinks he can't possibly embarrass himself in terms of technique or tea tasting knowledge.

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a ruler cannot be without tea for a day. It seems that Mr. Qian is not only the CEO of a large corporation, but also a refined gentleman!" Zhang Bing complimented him with a smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, did you hear that from Manager Guo Fei? Old Qian himself is a teacher, so it's normal for him to like these traditional Chinese cultural practices and indulge in some literary pursuits. I wouldn't call him a refined gentleman, just a hobby." Mr. Qian invited Zhang Bing to sit down. "It seems Mr. Zhang has some knowledge of tea ceremony?"

Zhang Bing smiled modestly. "Mr. Qian, please don't flatter me. I don't have any knowledge of it. Just like you, it's just a hobby." Having similar hobbies leads to similar topics, which can bring people closer. This is a basic principle of interpersonal communication. Zhang Bing looked at Mr. Qian, who was turning to boil water, and said, "But Mr. Qian, if I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion, tea tasting is a conversation between close friends. I, Zhang Bing, am honored by Mr. Qian's invitation, so perhaps it would be too formal to use the title 'Mr.' in your address?"

"Haha, good, good suggestion! It was my fault just now! I'm 45 this year, much older than you, Brother Zhang, so I'll just call myself 'Old Brother,' you don't mind, do you? And don't call me 'Mr. Qian,' since we're friends, just call me 'Old Brother Qian'!" After plugging in the electric kettle, Mr. Qian sat back on the sofa, looking at the water dispenser and sighing, "It's a pity that there's only tap water in this city, it's not very good for brewing tea."

"If Old Brother Qian has time, Zhang Bing would like to invite you to my home. My family drinks natural spring water, sweet and refreshing, perfect for brewing tea and discussing philosophy." Zhang Bing began to subtly steer the conversation toward the topic he wanted, from the spring water to the legends of his valley, to ancient architecture, to cultural relics, which would lead him to the topic of investment and development.

"Oh? I heard that Brother Zhang went back to his rural hometown, but the rural economy is developing very fast now. Don't many people use tap water? Why does Brother Zhang's family still use natural spring water? Carrying it on their shoulders and backs?" Boss Qian glanced at Zhang Bing with a smile and asked.

"Haha, Brother Qian, you sometimes think too highly of the countryside, and sometimes you think too poorly of it. You really should take the time to visit; you'll gain a lot. Our home is in a valley, shaped like a majestic white tiger. It's said to have been built by descendants of Lu Ban, and there are still large groups of wooden houses and bamboo walls as evidence. Our house is lower than the spring at the foot of the mountain, so we can pipe water directly to our home. If our house is higher up on the mountainside, we use a pump. As for the tap water you mentioned, I think it might be available in the north, but in the south, with more rain, it's unnecessary in the countryside." At this moment, Zhang Bing saw steam rising from the electric kettle and heard the gurgling sound stop. He quickly got up and took the kettle down. "Water that gurgles before it boils doesn't make a sound; this is the best time to brew tea. Brother Qian, I'm just offering this as a starting point; now we'll watch and learn from your technique." He then filled the teapot with the kettle, poured out the excess water, and turned to add more water to boil again. Having worked for many years, Zhang Bing knew the principle of moderation. He subtly brought up the village's cultural relics and immediately returned to the topic of tea tasting. This allowed him to prove to the other person that he was also a true tea enthusiast, increasing their goodwill, while also concealing his previous intentions and avoiding appearing too impetuous or impatient.

Mr. Qian took out a small purple clay teapot from the cabinet next to him and shook it at Zhang Bing. "Today we'll drink tea from your hometown, a special grade Junshan Silver Needle tea, a gift from a good friend of mine, hehe!"

As the water in the kettle was almost boiling again, Zhang Bing poured the water into the teacups. Mr. Qian carefully took out some tea leaves from the clay teapot and placed them in it. He then took the kettle from Zhang Bing and began brewing the tea. "I'll brew the tea, you wash the cups. I'm getting old and my hands and feet aren't as nimble, so I'll leave the washing to you young people. You're right, I need to go to the countryside more often. The country is now calling for rural development, and our group's investment is consciously shifting towards rural suburbs. If I don't go, this old guy will fall behind!"

Zhang Bing poured out the warm water from the teacup and prepared to wash it. "Don't laugh at me, washing cups is a skill, you're definitely more skilled than me." "Practice lightness and dexterity, but as you said, brewing tea is the most important step, so you should be in charge of that. As for the other minor tasks, you can train us young people and leave them to us. Huasheng Group's many investments have been very successful; it must be because you've been in charge of the main operations and fully mobilized the enthusiasm and

drive of the young people, right?" Gently skimming the foam off the surface of the water with the lid and rinsing the entire teapot, Mr. Qian seemed quite satisfied. "Thank you for your praise. We're getting old, and the business must be handed over to the next generation. Last time I went to your Hunan province, I took Guo Fei with me to inspect projects. We need to train them to take over as soon as possible! Not bad, your old classmate can even take my young people on a trip. I heard they had a very fruitful experience; I'm envious!" He then gave Zhang Bing a meaningful look.

Well, here it comes. Doesn't this mean I encouraged Guo Zi to act on his own and didn't respect him? However, it seemed Qian was only testing and reminding him, not truly angry; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so amiable in inviting him for tea. But frankly admitting his mistake and motives was necessary, since he'd made it so clear. Zhang Bing remained calm, taking the kettle from his hand and rinsing the teacups again. "You see how clumsy I am at washing cups? We young people need your guidance!" After rinsing the cups, Zhang Bing immediately sat up straight, his face serious and somewhat ashamed. "However, I must admit my mistake today. Last time, I used my status as an old classmate to force Guo Fei and the others to visit our village. My main purpose was to leverage the professional expertise of Huasheng Group to assess the potential of developing Hongqi Lake in our village. I didn't obtain your permission, please forgive me! When you return from abroad, I will definitely come to pick you up and take you to my hometown. I will personally serve you tea in this beautiful place to apologize!"

"Hehe, no need for an apology, what crime could there be? But I'll definitely go and see it when I have time. You described it so beautifully, my brother, it's the place we scholars dream of for self-cultivation!" President Qian's eyes were full of admiration. Taking the initiative to admit mistakes is a rare quality, a sign of responsibility. He had only warned Zhang Bing and Guo Fei to stop being so clever in the future; he didn't intend to pursue the matter further, after all, it was a small thing, and it had even unexpectedly uncovered a real investment project. (

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President Qian waved his hand, telling Zhang Bing not to be so serious. "You're not being a good friend. Since we're enjoying tea together, why be so serious? Don't you want to chat with your old brother? Today we'll talk about everything from history to romance, just for fun and enjoyment—that's the true essence of tea ceremony!" He then told Zhang Bing to boil water, while he skillfully poured tea into the two small, clean teacups Zhang Bing had just washed and placed together.

Zhang Bing returned just in time to witness his flowery flattery. Of course, she wasn't going to miss the opportunity to fawn over him. "Guan Yu patrolling the city, Han Xin commanding his troops—I could study your tea ceremony for ten or eight years and still not be able to match it!"

"Hehe, you!" President Qian casually pointed at Zhang Bing, shaking his head with a smile. "Your flattery, though not loud, is quite pleasant. I'll reluctantly accept it, hehe!" He then scrutinized Zhang Bing for a moment. "There aren't many young people like you anymore. You're comparable to your old classmates. But later, I'll have to protest to Guo Fei. As the HR manager, he didn't recruit talent like you to our company, but instead let you escape from Beijing. That's unacceptable!"

Heh, it seems like he's trying to recruit me? Really? Unable to discern his intentions, Zhang Bing could only laugh modestly, "Look at what you're saying, brother. I can't compare to Guo Fei. Of all our classmates, he's the only one who's done so well these past few years. Before I went home, I was practically starving. With so many elite personnel at Huasheng Group, I couldn't possibly catch up, so I had to go back to my hometown!"

Boss Qian smiled but didn't reply. He picked up his teacup, "Here, shake the tea and drink it while it's hot. Brother, what do you think of this tea?"

Zhang Bing took a deep breath, relaxed, and then brought the teacup to his nose to smell it. He looked up and exclaimed, "Junshan Yinzhen tea is all about aesthetics. Although we can't appreciate it this time, its fragrance is delightful, evoking tranquility and lofty aspirations. Excellent tea, excellent tea ceremony!"

"As I said before, today is a welcome feast for you, using tea instead of wine. This cup is a toast to you, brother!" Boss Qian took a small sip, "Luckily, my skills haven't deteriorated, otherwise I would have embarrassed myself in front of Brother Zhang today."

"Brother, you're mistaken!" Zhang Bing took another sip, smiling at President Qian. "The tea reflects the person upstairs, the Junshan Mountain and the broken lake's shadow. Although this tea lacks the spring water from Liuyue Well, it's brewed so fragrant by you, brother. My first visit to Huasheng Group has been so comfortable and pleasant, all thanks to you. How can I be so humble? It's Zhang Bing's honor to be praised by the tea!"

"Good! Praised by the tea, just for that, I'll definitely visit you more often in the future, to enjoy tea and scenery, and discuss the past and present!" After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Bing casually, then changed the subject. "You just said that you invited Guo Fei to your house to inspect a project at Huasheng Group. Guo Fei also told me today that he wanted to discuss a project. Could it be the same project?"

Damn it, he finally took the initiative to speak. I was just figuring out how to change the subject. It seems those flattering words worked. This brother is finally going to let me off the hook, no longer rambling on and avoiding my topic. Okay, this is promising! Zhang Bing straightened his expression. "Hehe, you guessed right, brother! It's the same project! It's about the development of Hongqi Lake in our village. I'm the village head now, and I feel this project aligns perfectly with Huasheng Group's investment direction. I also admire Huasheng Group's investment strength and your investment philosophy, so I've taken the liberty of seeking cooperation." He quickly pulled out the revised and printed proposal from his bag and handed it to Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian took the materials and placed them on the table beside him, his eyes smiling as he looked at Zhang Bing, but sharp. "Oh? It aligns perfectly with our investment direction and my investment philosophy. Tell me, let's take a look?"

"Damn it, that's how leaders are. Even if they have complete written materials, they won't read them. They'll definitely make you give a brief presentation first!" Zhang Bing cursed the bureaucrats in his heart, but calmly explained, "Our planned development of Hongqi Lake is a large project involving more than 1 billion yuan, mainly for resort and leisure development. This aligns with Huasheng Group's consistent investment direction in tourism and resorts. Moreover, we are located in the capital city of Hunan Province, with convenient access by road, rail, and air, meeting the transportation requirements for investing in a large resort project. Currently, our county is undertaking a major transportation construction project, which can guarantee the maximum provision of government matching funds for development and preferential investment policies. Most importantly, our project is not only about mountains and rivers, but also has many cultural relics and scenic spots, with cultural heritage. You can verify this with the people who visited last time. This also aligns with your latest investment philosophy, right?" Zhang Bing's words were concise yet shrewd, with a hint of cunning in his tone.

"Hehe, you rascal, Guo Fei let you know, didn't he? Your old classmate is really good to you!" Seeing Zhang Bing still looking at him waiting for his opinion, he pointed to the tea, "Hey, the tea won't taste good if it gets cold, hurry up and finish it, you can make the second cup, let your older brother see your tea skills."

Only then did Zhang Bing realize that he was too eager, still too young, and couldn't remain calm and composed, so he quickly calmed down. He downed the tea in one gulp, exclaiming, "The fragrance lingers on my lips and teeth, such fine tea!" Just then, the water boiled again, and Zhang Bing quickly fetched it, brewing and straining the tea as instructed by Boss Qian. He then recited a poem by Su Shi, which vividly personified fine tea. He added, "Although we don't have beautiful women with us today, we are still incredibly content, all thanks to your excellent tea, brother. I am truly grateful for your guidance!" His words subtly revealed his gratitude to Boss Qian for his advice on maintaining a calm mindset.

Mr. Qian sighed softly, “Awakening from a long sleep, I break the weariness of the wine cups and boats; the purple bamboo shoots are distributed before dawn; the locust tree fire and the stone spring after the Cold Food Festival; my temples are gray before the falling flowers on the meditation couch; a bowl of spring dew can last forever, and the clear breeze of ten thousand miles is already pleasant; a chance encounter with the immortals is still possible, but I have no intention of asking the immortals about Penglai. Brother Zhang Bing, tea drinking is about cultivating the mind. Our society today is too impetuous and too short-sighted. We must learn from the ancients the harmony between man and nature, the ability to find solace in nature, and the virtue of forgetting oneself in nature, especially you young people. You just said that my investment philosophy focuses on cultural relics and cultural heritage, but that's just the surface. In essence, what I pursue is to use the weight of history and culture and the ethereal beauty of nature to inspire people's thinking and reflection, and to elevate their spiritual level!”

Seeing Zhang Bing skillfully pour the tea evenly… He poured the tea into a small teacup and nodded slightly. "Brother, I was serious earlier. Judging a person by their tea, and mastering the art of tea ceremony requires patience and wisdom. You did a good job. If you didn't have a brighter future now, I would definitely have recruited you to Huasheng Group." He then picked up the teacup again. "This second cup of tea is firstly to thank you for thinking so highly of me, praising me so well, and for your flattery; secondly, to wish you a bright future and that you achieve your goals soon!"

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy due to Mr. Qian's remark, which wasn't conducive to Zhang Bing's intended topic, so he joked, feigning exaggerated dissatisfaction, "Brother Qian, are you praising me or insulting me? If flattery makes someone a talent, then everyone's jumping off buildings!"

"Hehe, it seems I need to add another advantage to your list: your grasp of the atmosphere is excellent! It's not just about being good at flattery; it's about making it feel comfortable. I've never liked people who flatter me at work, but today I don't dislike your flattery at all. Why? That's the art of speaking, including the way you speak, your grasp of the atmosphere, and your understanding of human nature. Leaders don't dislike flattery, but they dislike blatant flattery!"

"Hehe, I'm embarrassed by your words. I know you can see right through me, but I'm just stating the facts."

President Qian didn't reply, continuing, "Take your visit to Huasheng this time. The fact that a project registered in your county sent a mere village head shows your immense influence and that you've secured government connections. And the fact that you can sit here so calmly, chatting and laughing, demonstrates your excellent character and your understanding of Huasheng and me, right?" President Qian gave him a deep look. "Therefore, I don't need to see your proposal. Proposals are static, people are dynamic. Since you've prepared everything, what's the point of me going through the trouble of questioning you formally? We might as well relax and chat over tea."

Zhang Bing knew that President Qian had completely accepted him from their earlier conversation, hence the effort to explain. This was also a way of teaching him how to judge people and how to conduct himself, imparting experience. So he listened quietly, knowing that the project assessment was complete and he didn't need to waste any more words. After the third cup of tea was brewed, he quickly raised it and said sincerely, "Brother Qian taught me a lot today. I am very grateful and need no words of thanks. With this third cup of tea, I would like to take this opportunity to sincerely invite Brother Qian and his inspection team to visit my hometown. I will prepare the best tea and the best spring water for you. I believe this project will bring a win-win situation for everyone."

"Heh, you're still trying to lure me in? Knowing I'm leaving abroad tomorrow, you still say that, deliberately trying to annoy your brother! But don't worry, I'll arrange for an inspection team to be ready this afternoon, with your old classmate leading the team, so communication will be easier. I'll organize high-level experts from all aspects of the company to go. As long as they agree on the value of the entire project, you can enter the substantive development negotiation stage. I'll also call back from abroad to keep an eye on things. To be honest, from what I've heard, I'm very optimistic about your project. Let me give you a heads-up: according to our company's current project progress and plans, the investment for this project is estimated at 500-600 million yuan, so you can report to your superiors." That's how people are; if they agree, they'll say anything and do everything they can to satisfy you; if they disagree, it's like a bad match. Qian is a shrewd person; he's optimistic about the project and is telling Zhang Bing so much to secure maximum support from the local government.

Zhang Bing raised the last cup of tea. "The first brew is the skin, the second and third are the flesh, and the fourth is the ultimate. This last cup of tea is also my blessing for Brother Qian and Huasheng Group. I wish you good health, no regrets, and a safe and successful trip abroad; I wish Huasheng Group even greater success!

" "Okay, because I'm going abroad and very busy, I won't treat you to lunch. When I get back, I'll definitely come to your house to experience the atmosphere you described, and also to finalize all the matters so the project can start on time. I hope Brother Zhang won't find it troublesome, haha!" President Qian drank the last bit of tea in one gulp. "I'm really happy today. Brother Zhang not only brought me a good project, but also enjoyed such good tea with me. It's wonderful!"

Zhang Bing got up to leave, and at the door, he shook President Qian's hand. "Brother, there's still a question on my mind. You didn't look at the materials. You're making an investment of several hundred million based on just a few words from me?"

President Qian laughed heartily. "As I said before, you can judge a person by their tea. I trust your character!" "

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Chapter Thirty-Six: Brothers' Gathering

and Lunch. Zhang Bing originally planned to go find Long Xin, but Guo Zi stopped him. Guo Zi told him that many people who had visited Zhang Bing's house last time knew he was coming and greeted him warmly, asking everyone to get together for lunch. They wanted to reciprocate Zhang Bing's hospitality. Since they were so enthusiastic, Zhang Bing couldn't be cold to them, as he would need to cooperate with them in the future. Zhang Bing couldn't help but secretly blame himself for being so clueless and not thinking of this. If his old classmate hadn't reminded him, he would have offended those people to some extent and been seen as looking down on his subordinates after paying them. So, everyone gathered at the nearby Donglaishun Restaurant. Many mid-level leaders who had received advance notice of their visit to Zhang Bing's house also came, which was an unexpected bonus for Zhang Bing. Everyone enjoyed the meal, and Zhang Bing took the opportunity to pay the bill early, which caused many people to complain that Zhang Bing was always too polite."

With a class reunion planned for the evening, and seeing that he had nearly three hours to spare, Zhang Bing drove Guo Zi's car straight to Long Xin's workplace on the South Third Ring Road. Since it was work time, he couldn't say much, so he simply gave her a bunch of bright red roses as an apology, telling her that he had a reunion and might be back late, and that he would be flying back early the next morning. He hoped she could understand his busy schedule and the neglect he had shown her. Long Xin didn't say much, her expression rather indifferent. She took the roses and left, not letting Zhang Bing see the tears of joy mixed with heartache that welled up inside her as she turned away.

Beijing was too big, and the traffic was terrible. By the time Zhang Bing returned to Huasheng Group, Guo Zi had already finished his work and was waiting for him in his office. The two then hurriedly headed to the Xizhimen Boiling Fish Village on the North Second Ring Road, a place where the brothers used to often meet up. The transportation was convenient for most people, which was the place Guo Zi had chosen. On the way, Guo Zi specifically warned Zhang Bing not to drink too much that night and not to stay in a hotel again. He told him to go back early and talk to Long Xin so as not to hurt her feelings. Zhang Bing was very touched by his old classmate's good intentions

. Fortunately, they were the first to arrive at Boiling Fish Village, which saved them from the punishment of drinking on the way. By 7 o'clock, everyone was present. Except for Wang Yu, the sixth oldest in Yunnan, all of his college roommates were there. This was a rare occurrence in the past two years. After all, they were all middle to high-level managers in their respective companies, busy with their own affairs. They were either working overtime, hosting banquets, or spending time with their wives and relatives. It was rare for them to all be present except for major events like a brother's wedding.

"Come on, let's toast to our dorm brothers' reunion! It's not easy for everyone now, but our brotherhood hasn't diminished at all over the years, which is truly rare. Cheers!" The first to stand up and speak was the eldest brother, Ren Jianguo. He was older and more respected; he was the class monitor back then and is now the deputy general manager of a subsidiary of the large state-owned enterprise, Guangyun Group. He's truly in his prime, and it's become a habit for him to speak first at gatherings. Everyone smiled and drank in turn.

"The second toast is for our sixth brother, Wang Yu, who isn't here. He's been working hard in another city and hasn't seen us brothers for years. We miss our chubby sixth brother! Come on, let's call him and have him say a few words to us brothers, and then we'll all drink this!" The sixth brother's voice quickly came through the speakerphone, much deeper and more steady than before, but the brothers still felt his voice hadn't changed much. They chatted with him for a while, urging him to make time to come and treat them to a meal and see the brothers. Zhang Bing rarely spoke. He was the second "Sixth Brother," the second to leave Beijing and return to his hometown to struggle alone. What would the outcome be? The Sixth Brother was doing quite well now, a human resources manager at China Eastern Airlines' Kunming branch. But Zhang Bing had started five years later. Could he catch up? Besides, the officialdom was too unpredictable and treacherous; ruin and disgrace could happen at any moment. So, people in officialdom always appeared glamorous on the surface, but in reality, they were always cautious, walking on thin ice.

As Zhang Bing was still sighing, the eldest brother picked up his third glass of wine and took the Sixth Brother's phone. "Sixth Brother, this third glass is for our Second Brother, Zhang Bing. He's leaving us like you to go back to his hometown to develop his career. He didn't even tell us when he left last time. This time, he came back specifically to make up for it with this drink. You two will be out in the future without your brothers to look after you, so be careful. This glass is to wish our Second Brother a successful career and early success!" After finishing his drink, the eldest brother specifically handed the phone to Zhang Bing so that he and the Sixth Brother could chat for a bit longer.

After hanging up the phone, everyone was immersed in fond memories of their university days. Several of the brothers even brought over drinks, patted Zhang Bing on the shoulder, or gave him a tight hug, downing their drinks without a word before leaving dejectedly. Zhang Bing knew his brothers were worried about him, but he really didn't like this atmosphere. Besides, how could he stand up and drink with everyone? So he stood up and spoke up.

"Boss, you have to drink this time. Look at how you've made the brothers, all shy and hesitant, with unspoken words in their eyes, just like girls. People might think we're gay! We're all men. I'm not going abroad for two or three years and only see you once in a while. I might come back often. Okay, be more outgoing, be more lively, let's all drink this down, and the boss will have to drink another one!" This made the brothers laugh strangely. After clapping and egging the boss on to drink two more times, the atmosphere finally returned to normal.

"By the way, Second Brother, you said last time you went back to be a village head. Have you thought about what to do next?" Fifth Brother Xu Xiaokai, a civil servant working at the Municipal Personnel Bureau, asked about Zhang Bing's future plans.

"Hehe, Fifth Brother, I have to thank you for this! Remember half a year ago you told me to take the civil service exam, saying I was suitable for it, and that you could help me? Now that's what I'm thinking, just moving the location back to our hometown!"

"Are you crazy? Take the civil service exam if you want, why become a village official? It's tiring and doesn't pay well." Third Brother Xu Kaifeng, who works for a foreign company and comes from a rural area, always speaks directly among his brothers. He glared at Zhang Bing with a hint of disappointment.

Zhang Bing could only rub his nose and smile wryly, realizing he hadn't explained things clearly earlier. Luckily, Fourth Brother Guo Zi came to his rescue. Guo Zi was the most familiar with the situation, and Zhang Bing told him everything, including County Chief Ma's support. Guo Zi, always good-natured and speaking slowly and deliberately, nudged the third brother beside him. "Third Brother, you have no right to speak without investigation. Why are you so quick to scold people? Let me tell you, Second Brother is riding high right now. He's a favorite of the county magistrate back home. He came back this time to oversee a major development project in his village and came to our company to attract investment. And they've basically finalized an investment of over 100 million yuan! Hehe." He then deliberately winked at Zhang Bing, implying that they were all good brothers and it wouldn't be right to keep it a secret.

All the brothers' attention was drawn to him, and they kept asking what was going on. Zhang Bing hadn't intended to hide anything; he needed so many brothers to help him come up with ideas to attract more investment. But the third brother had just interrupted him. So he recounted what had happened at home over the past few months, his future plans and preparations, and the negotiations that morning, eliciting surprises from everyone. Of course, he kept his personal life a secret; he dared not reveal those things and risk being scolded.

"This is great news, haha! I was just complaining that Second Brother didn't think things through before giving up his job in Beijing. Turns out there's an even bigger gold mine at home. Let's drink another toast to Second Brother's business! I'll drink a penalty cup for my earlier complaint, how about it?" The third brother immediately raised his glass and downed it in one gulp. The brothers laughed and drank too, genuinely happy for Zhang Bing.

"Zhang Bing, I heard you say your total planned investment is 1.5 billion, while Huasheng Group only has 500-600 million at most. What about the rest? Do you have a target?" Among the brothers, only the eldest brother called Zhang Bing by his name. Calling him "Second Brother" was a bit inappropriate and would evoke certain associations, so the eldest brother always called him by his name. The eldest brother was known for his helpfulness, so he was obviously hoping to be of some assistance.

“Boss, you truly are the VP! You figured out such a figure right away, I’m impressed! What, can you help me? I was just about to ask you guys for help. Although I could answer everyone’s questions if I could get over 100 million yuan in investment, more is always better, right? With more funds, we can develop everything, without distinguishing between the initial and second phases. And, don’t laugh, brothers, I’ll get a corresponding reward for securing investment, so let me make some money too!” Zhang Bing immediately chimed in with a smile, though his expression was somewhat shameless.

The last sentence made the brothers collectively raise their middle fingers, and Guo Zi even jumped up, “Second Brother, that’s not fair! I’ve contributed a lot to getting so much from our company, but you’re still trying to get me to pay for the hotel! Tell me, how much are you going to give me?” After saying that, he ran over and stretched out his hand in front of Zhang Bing, looking like he was asking for a beating.

Zhang Bing knew, of course, that everyone was just joking, just a way for the brothers to have fun. He played along with Guo Zi, fiercely shoving his hand away from his face. "Damn it, didn't you always call me a cheapskate? I have no money, but you can take my life. And you're paying for tomorrow's plane ticket too. Who told you to be so rich? This is called robbing the rich to help the poor!" After saying that, he and Guo Zi laughed together, really reminiscing about their college days when they often joked around like this. After laughing enough, Zhang Bing's expression turned serious. He patted Guo Zi on the shoulder and then carefully glanced at the others. "Brothers, don't worry. I, Zhang Bing, am not such an ungrateful person. Otherwise, all these years of being your brothers would have been for nothing. If I had money, I would definitely forget about you brothers. For example, if Huasheng Group really signs the investment contract this time, because there aren't many connections to smooth things over, I personally can get around a million. Guo Zi will definitely get more than 300,000. I can't call it a kickback, but just a little tea money for helping out. After all, I'm not a high-ranking official right now, and I have too many connections to smooth things over. Many of them can't be openly reimbursed. Everyone understands that."

"Alright, talking about money between brothers hurts feelings. Even if you don't give a penny, everyone will help you. As long as your business goes smoothly, you won't have to worry about not being able to repay favors later. Of course, it would be even better if brothers could cooperate, making money and helping each other! I just want everyone to understand that these brotherhoods can't be bought with money!" Seeing that Zhang Bing was getting a little anxious about money, the boss quickly smoothed things over. "I might really be able to help you a bit. Our group recently established a real estate investment and development company, targeting resort and leisure projects. As long as Huasheng takes the lead, I estimate you can attract some investment. After all, Huasheng Group is a well-known investment expert in the industry; the projects they choose rarely lose money."

"That's great, boss! How about this, I'll get back to you after Guo Zi and the others give their opinions. We'll then talk to your company based on Huasheng's plans. This way, we'll be better prepared and won't conflict with Huasheng. What do you think? You have to strongly recommend it! Your company is so big; even if you're careful, you can still attract hundreds of millions in investment, right? Haha!" Zhang Bing was overjoyed to see another big fish appear!

"Alright, that's settled then. We'll keep in close contact. The other brothers should also keep an eye out and see if we can help, whether it's with project investments or advice that would benefit his future career. We can't let this notoriously stingy guy treat us for nothing, can we?" The last joke made everyone laugh. The boss usually upheld his authority and rarely joked.

"Boss, you don't have to be like this, do you? I admit I've eaten more of your food these past two years. Aren't I the poorest? Don't keep bringing this up, okay?" Zhang Bing looked miserable, somewhat embarrassed, and could only feign pitifulness.

"Speaking of this, I really have to criticize you. Tell me, you're doing quite well in your foreign company, and your salary is good, but why are you always broke? Brother, how much money have you spent on that woman these past two years? How many classmates have you neglected? How many opportunities have you missed? We brothers are heartbroken for you!" The leader recalled the past and, just as Guo Zi had predicted, began to criticize Zhang Bing. The others nodded in agreement, all feeling a sense of disappointment. "You still lack a sense of responsibility. In our opinion, you and Long Xin should get married as soon as possible. Married men understand responsibility. Besides, everyone else is married, and you're 30 and still dragging it out. Long Xin has waited for you for so many years; it's not easy for her. If you betray her, I'll be the first to break off our friendship!" The leader's words were harsh, but sincere. He had spoken to Zhang Bing privately many times before and cared about him a lot.

"Don't worry, everyone, I've already made a promise with Long Xin. Once my career is a little more successful, we'll definitely get married within three years! I promise!" Zhang Bing felt a chill run down his spine from the barrage of reproaches, realizing how much he had disappointed everyone over the past two years.

Everyone was understanding and didn't bring up the topic again. They chatted and joked, reminiscing about happy times. Later, Guo Zi reminded him that Zhang Bing was leaving early the next morning, suggesting he go back and talk to Long Xin. The brothers clapped and nodded vigorously. The third brother whistled lightly, grinning mischievously, and said, "**Life is short, hurry up and get lost!**" (Flowers

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Hardest Thing to Bear is a Beauty's Favor.

Zhang Bing ultimately didn't manage to leave. The fifth brother told Zhang Bing to wait as he was leaving, saying he'd drive him home. It was on the way, so he also took the eldest brother to the bathroom. Zhang Bing was confused; the fifth brother lived on the west side, and Long Xin on the east side—how could it be on the way? He guessed that Lao Wu had something to tell him, so he wisely didn't ask and just waited, letting Guo Zi and Lao San leave first.

Lao Wu indeed had something to say, and it was something beneficial for Zhang Bing. He said that since his second brother was preparing to enter the officialdom, he, as the pioneer, had to lend a hand. Over the years, Zhang Bing had become estranged from his classmates because he was focused on pursuing that woman, but many of his classmates were now in Beijing or government agencies. Official promotions required well-informed information and good connections, so he wanted to arrange a meeting with some classmates he was close to who might be helpful to Zhang Bing. He also casually invited Lao Da to accompany him, since Lao Da had a high reputation among their old classmates. Lao Wu couldn't say anything in the private room earlier, fearing that not inviting others would give his brothers bad ideas, but in this kind of setting, it would be awkward to have nothing to say to unrelated people. These words impressed Zhang Bing deeply, not only for his brothers' efforts to help him, but also for the strictness of officialdom. Even in the relaxed atmosphere among his brothers, Lao Wu paid attention to details; he was truly a shrewd person, able to rise through the ranks despite having no connections or influence.

The fifth brother's arrangements were indeed meticulous and appropriate. Almost everyone who came would be helpful to Zhang Bing in the future. Xu Yuan from the Policy Research Office of the People's Bank of China could provide him with the latest economic information and handle local economic issues in a timely manner. Sun Li, the deputy director of the Comprehensive Section of the National Development and Reform Commission, was even more crucial, as this was a powerful department that concerned all aspects of the local economy. There were also two others: Zhao Juan from the Credit Review Section of the Agricultural Bank of China and Yang Shunli, the secretary of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee. Based on their friendship as classmates or alumni, the group chatted happily. When they learned that Zhang Bing would be entering the officialdom, they all smiled and said that old classmates should support and look after each other, and keep in touch in the future. They also left detailed contact information, including their home phone numbers. Zhang Bing was secretly grateful for the fifth brother's strong support, as these people would be of great use to him in the future.

After finishing his late-night snack, it was already midnight. Zhang Bing declined the two brothers' offer to take him home and took a taxi straight to his residence in Longxin, East Fifth Ring Road. He was the one who rented this house initially, mainly because of its convenient location. He signed a three-year contract with the landlord, and since it hadn't even been two years, Long Xin had been living here.

Getting out of the taxi, Zhang Bing was filled with emotion. Everything felt so familiar, yet somehow strange. Three months wasn't a long time, but standing here, it felt like an eternity. So much had happened in those three months, making him more mature, broadening his horizons, and making this place feel distant. The winter night was chilly, especially since he'd gotten used to the relatively mild south weather. He pulled his coat tighter, realizing how perfect the clothes Li Huan had bought were for this winter. He suddenly remembered he hadn't called Li Huan tonight. He'd promised her and their daughter he'd call every night; he was used to this kind of familial greeting. But was it too late? Would Sister Huan be angry? Anxious, Zhang Bing quickly dialed Li Huan's home number.

"Is this Xiao Bing?" The phone was answered almost immediately, and Sister Huan's charming yet slightly apprehensive voice came through.

"Sister Huan, it's me. What's wrong? What happened at home?" Li Huan could sense Li Huan's tension, which immediately made him tense as well.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, followed by faint sighs and panting, and then Fei Fei's sleepy voice, "Brother, Dad, Mom is crying. We've been waiting so long for your call. I was about to fall asleep, but I don't want to sleep without your call! Mom won't let me call you, saying she can't disturb you!" Then the little girl could be heard comforting her mother, "Mom, don't be sad. Brother and Dad called. He won't abandon us. He said he'll always be my brother and Dad, and he'll always be with us."

Zhang Bing could almost picture his baby Feifei struggling to open her sleepy eyes, crawling into her mother's arms to comfort her and wipe away her tears. He immediately understood what was happening, and his heart ached. This woman was so foolish. She insisted on being his older sister, yet constantly cared for him as his lover, even waiting for his call late into the night like a couple deeply in love. He could sense the conflict and anxiety Li Huan felt while waiting for his call. He had felt unwell after getting off the plane last night, so he followed Li Huan's advice and hadn't called to let them know he was safe. He guessed this foolish woman was also hoping for a call. Such a big negotiation had happened today, yet he hadn't called to tell her. Perhaps he could explain it as being too busy, so she could only hope for the phone to ring tonight. Thus, this woman endured a night of torment. She had to control her emotions in front of her daughter, worry about the man far away, and even more so, worry whether he would immediately forget his promise to the woman he had only known for less than two months, forget his southern attachment and expectations, once he returned to the familiar capital. Li Huan was perceptive; she could glean from Zhang Bing's few words about his life in Beijing the many exciting and bittersweet experiences he had gone through. That's why she was even more worried. The fact that this man had finally called proved he hadn't forgotten them, hadn't forgotten his promise—that was good enough. Everything else was secondary. So Li Huan could no longer control her emotions and cried in front of her daughter, a mixture of grievance, excitement, helplessness, and heartache.

Zhang Bing didn't hear Fei Fei's voice again; he knew Li Huan had answered the phone. "Sister Huan, I'm sorry for making you worry!" Zhang Bing didn't explain why; any explanation at this moment would be meaningless.

"Who's worried about you, you vain fool! How's work going? I'm waiting for you to bring in that big order so I can treat you!" Li Huan controlled her emotions well, sounding as carefree as ever, adopting the older sister's tone, "Feifei will want lots of pretty clothes, and I'll want lots of cosmetics and jewelry, hehe, I'll fleece you!"

"Work is going very smoothly. Huasheng Group agreed to send an inspection team immediately. If successful, they will invest over 500 million yuan. The vice president in charge is very optimistic about this project. It should be said that our efforts have not been in vain!" Zhang Bing was naturally very happy when talking about the project, "I'll agree to whatever you and Feifei want. I'll go shopping with you then, hehe!"

"It really succeeded? That's great! Did you call Mayor Huang and County Chief Ma to tell them the good news? You have to inform them of this great news as soon as possible, otherwise they'll say you don't respect your superiors!" Li Huan never forgot to teach Zhang Bing how to behave, knowing that he was still unfamiliar with the rules of officialdom.

"Hehe, not yet. I think it'll be better to tell them the good news in person when I get back tomorrow, and also discuss the reception of the inspection team." When she was happy, her words became sweet. "I haven't even had a chance to tell Sister Huan this news, how could I have told anyone else before? Right?" "

You're so glib!" Li Huan's shyness couldn't hide her joy, probably because she was coaxed by Zhang Bing's words. "By the way, you're coming back tomorrow? When? We'll come pick you up!" Then Li Huan and Fei Fei talked quietly on the phone, probably because Li Huan was telling Fei Fei the good news to make her happy.

"I'll probably get off the plane around 11 o'clock, you don't need to pick me up, I can just take a taxi back myself, it's too cold outside! Besides, I can't go home right after I get off the plane, I have to report to County Chief Ma first, and then I can come to find you!"

"No matter, we definitely have to pick you up tomorrow, I can't wait a moment longer to see you, no, it's Feifei who's crying and wants to see you as soon as possible, and she even wants you to take her to the provincial capital to buy pretty clothes!" Li Huan's excitement made her blurt out her true feelings, so she immediately tried to make amends, and Zhang Bing could imagine her blushing face.

Zhang Bing was deeply moved by this seemingly foolish woman. His mind replayed vivid memories of his interactions with Li Huan. He knew he had fallen in love with her, a love that stemmed from both his sisterly affection and, more importantly, from love for a woman. Overwhelmed by these intense emotions, he became agitated. "Sister Huan, don't deny or hide it. I know you want to see me, and I really, really want to see you too. Really, Sister Huan, I—I miss you—I like you—"

"You brat, are you ever serious? What nonsense are you spouting? I'm your sister! Okay, we're sleepy, time to sleep!" Li Huan abruptly slammed down the phone, not giving Zhang Bing a chance to say anything more.

Sister? This foolish woman! Zhang Bing shook his head, sighed, and suddenly felt a urge to smoke. He lit one, the cigarette butt flickering in the quiet winter night, like countless stars scattered across the night sky.

After finishing his cigarette and tidying himself up, Zhang Bing quietly went upstairs. After all, it was late at night, and if he didn't speak quietly, people would come looking for him. He had been the subject of many complaints from his neighbors over the years. To his surprise, there was a note on the door, written in Long Xin's handwriting: "

Zhang Bing, I had so much to say to you tonight, so many questions to ask, so I kept waiting, waiting for you to come back. To see everyone getting off the bus downstairs clearly, I even used binoculars to observe from the window, from when I finished dinner until now—seeing you get off the bus made me so happy, I even wanted to go and greet you, after all, you're back. You even gave me a bouquet of roses at noon, my colleagues were so envious!

But I stopped, because I saw your sigh and confusion, and I could even clearly feel the distance and unfamiliarity in your eyes through the binoculars. You stood at the door for so long, so hesitant. Later, I saw you take out your phone and talk to someone. I don't know who you called so late, but I could see your gentleness and warmth on your face, very obviously, so I thought, it must be a woman, right? So, I left the window and wrote this letter.

Actually, I wanted to tell you that for the past few months I've been hesitating and thinking, not about whether I should forgive your silent departure, but whether our relationship should continue?" I've always loved you, you know that, and that has never changed. However, after everything we've been through, I have to look back and reflect. Was it a mistake to persist in this relationship? You know, almost all my friends said we weren't right for each other, and the ups and downs we've experienced over the years seem to confirm that. So, I'm conflicted right now. I'm telling you, I haven't made up my mind yet! I don't know how to treat you.

And I have the same request for you. I hope you can think things through, I hope you can be cautious. I don't want other women in your heart to push open this door again, and I don't want us to argue anymore. Five years have passed. How many more five years of innocence do we have? We're getting old, and we don't have time to waste anymore. So, I hope you can give me some more time, give yourselves some time, so we can calm down, think things through, and plan our lives properly!

When we've both thought it through and are ready, I'll stand by the door to welcome you back to your familiar home, okay?

After reading this, Zhang Bing felt a strong urge to smoke again, but he resisted. He stood at the door for a long time, until his legs were numb, before he came to his senses, sighed softly, folded the cigarette paper, put it in his pocket, and quietly went downstairs. Zhang Bing didn't know that Long Xin was leaning against the door. Hearing him go downstairs, tears streamed down her face—

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Loneliness Like Water.

Zhang Bing didn't know why he went downstairs. He had the key and knew the woman inside was waiting for him to come in, even though she said the opposite. He knew too well how much this woman loved him. If he went in, she would rush over, hug and kiss him, and do everything in her power to tell Zhang Bing her feelings. She would forget all the unpleasantness of the past—he knew all this. But he still went downstairs without opening the door.

Sitting by the flowerbed on the street below, gazing at the tranquil night sky, there were no stars, but a faint glow hung over the entire city, like a celestial canopy illuminating it. Aside from the occasional car whizzing by, the city was eerily quiet. The hundreds of millions of people and vehicles that filled the daytime seemed to have vanished completely, the busyness and restlessness that permeated people's hearts gone. The tall shrubs along the roadside waved their last few branches, leaves falling, blown up and then falling again, until most disappeared without a trace—Zhang Bing couldn't remember why he had gone downstairs. He wanted to go back up, but couldn't muster the courage. With a heavy sigh, he picked up a fallen leaf, hailed a taxi, and drifted away like a leaf into the distance.

When the driver asked him where he was going, he realized he had nowhere to go. Lost and confused, he blurted out, "Zhixin Bridge!" Only after saying it did he realize his mistake, a terrible one. Zhixin Bridge was where that woman lived. Countless times he had taken a taxi there at this time, simply because he missed her, wanted to see her, or because she had called to say she had a nightmare. He would head there without hesitation. Now, all of that was in the past. He had vowed to forget everything there, so why did he suddenly want to go back? Zhang Bing felt somewhat frustrated. He felt controlled by a strange emotion tonight, and all his actions had deviated from his true intentions. He was no longer the confident person he was now, but rather felt like he had returned to six months ago, to that confused and aimless time before he left Beijing.

How terrifying! Zhang Bing told himself silently, I don't want to go back to the past! He shook his head vigorously and patted his face to try and clear his head, but he didn't ask the driver to stop or change routes. Since he had nowhere to go, finding a hotel nearby wouldn't be bad; he was quite familiar with the hotels in that area anyway. Unwilling to let his thoughts wander in this silence any longer, he thought for a moment and dialed Zhang Qingyun's number. He wanted to talk to her, but unfortunately, no one answered. He guessed Qing'er was already asleep. So who should he call? He desperately wanted to talk to someone. He felt like a child who had suddenly fallen from a noisy place into a dark abyss. He was afraid, terrified, and unable to scream, his hands desperately trying to grasp something. He held his phone, thinking that perhaps talking to Ma Pei wouldn't be bad, even if it was just this audacious girl softly calling out "Brother Zhang Bing," it would make him feel less alone. But still, no one answered! As if possessed, he thought of Song Xue'er, of her wifely tenderness that morning, and dialed the number without thinking. Before it even rang three times, the call connected.

"Zhang Bing?!" Xue'er's voice was heavy with sleepiness, but also with surprise.

"Xue'er, it's me!" After the call connected, Zhang Bing didn't know what to say, remaining silent for a moment. "Sorry, I woke you up!" There was silence on the other end for a long time .

Just when Zhang Bing thought she had fallen asleep again, Xue'er spoke softly, her voice low, a mixture of shyness and anticipation, "What—what did you want to talk to me about? It's so late."

"Ah? Nothing! I'll go back to sleep, I'm hanging up!" Zhang Bing was speechless. He had vaguely understood Xue'er's feelings before, especially after he took her home that night, but his reason told him to refuse.

"Don't hang up!" Xue'er suddenly shouted at Zhang Bing with great force, her voice filled with urgency and fear. After a while, she spoke softly again, "Zhang Bing, you know, I had a feeling you would call me at night these past two days, so I've been holding my phone in my hand, and I even keep it by my pillow when I sleep. I have a feeling you will definitely call me!"

"—" Zhang Bing felt his breathing quicken, but he still couldn't say anything.

"Zhang Bing, please tell me, okay? I'm waiting, or I won't hang up!" "A gentle voice held an unspeakable firmness.

Another long silence followed. 'Xue'er, I really don't mean anything. I just thought of you, and of the breakfast I had at your house that day. It was so delicious, really! Okay, you can go back to sleep, I'm hanging up!' Zhang Bing hurriedly hung up the phone, looking flustered, and then sat there silently, his eyes vacant.

'Sir, we've arrived at Zhixin Bridge. How do I get there?' The driver's words brought him back to reality. He looked up and saw they had arrived; he could vaguely see the building where the woman lived.

'Okay, I'll get off here. Thank you!'" Getting off the bus

, his thoughts were even more jumbled because of the phone call. Walking on the familiar streets, he felt even more terrified. He had a feeling that the child in the abyss seemed to have something in his hands, but couldn't grasp anything, feeling utterly helpless and cold. Looking at the familiar building, the emotions buried deep within him resurfaced, driving him to dial that incredibly familiar number, even though he had deleted it from his phone, he remembered it clearly.

Just like before, the phone rang for a moment before being answered. Although he was very sleepy, the clear and lively voice couldn't be masked, "Who is it?" Zhang

Bing's current number is from his hometown; he hadn't told her. Hearing that voice etched deep into his soul, Zhang Bing trembled, his heart pounding. He felt like he was about to explode. He decisively hung up the phone; otherwise, he didn't know what he might do next. Damn it, this terrifying emotion tonight... He couldn't bear to stay in the quiet night any longer and hurriedly went into a nearby hotel.

In his hotel room, although it was much warmer, he was still enveloped by that emotion, feeling somewhat agitated and at a loss. He still longed for someone to talk to; he wanted to use laughter to dispel it. The silence was deafening. He thought for a moment, then habitually turned on the computer in his room. He figured he might find someone to chat with on QQ. He'd been so busy since becoming village chief that he hadn't been on QQ in ages.

As soon as he logged in, the system notified him that a friend's QQ space had been updated. Curious, he glanced at it—it was her again. That woman had updated her space. He'd specifically configured it in the system to easily check her mood. He hesitated, afraid to look, but finally opened it anyway. It was a copy of a song by Rene Liu: "

A lifetime of loneliness,

I think I will always be lonely,

this lifetime is so lonely,

I think I will always be lonely." If I were to live

a lonely life like this,

the bluer the sky, the more afraid I would look up.

The more perfect the movie, the sadder I would feel. The

more time I have, the more uneasy I feel, because I am always living a lonely life. The person I like never appears, and the person who appears I don't like. Some loves are unrequited; I'm still thinking about them when they leave. I've considered settling, but I find that settling is even harder . So I've learned to be optimistic and live a lonely life. When loneliness has become a habit, a habit so ingrained that I no longer think about what to do, even when I'm upset, even when no one is with me, how do I balance freedom and loneliness? I walk alone on the street, looking at the sky, but I can't find the answer. I have no answer. The sky is blue now; I will look up. The more perfect the movie, the more I cherish the sadness; the more time I have, the more I get used to the unease, because I will always live a lonely life. I think I will always be lonely. Zhang Bing turned on the speakers, downloaded the song from the internet, and played it repeatedly. He leaned back on the sofa and listened quietly, letting the somewhat desolate voice in the song echo throughout the room and in his mind. When he woke up, the outside world was already noisy. The bustling city had replaced the silence of last night. He rubbed his eyes and wiped away the tears from last night. Everything was over. Tomorrow would be better. Didn't a few rays of sunlight shine through the gray sky today?

Zhang Bing took a deep breath, strode to the computer, lit a cigarette, and skillfully wrote a passage in her diary: "

I walk on the stone road

, everything is in the past.

When the breeze still caresses ,

when the willows still sway ,

the lonely heart and solitude

are all gone.

I walk on the stone road

with no way back

, but I know the strength and hope of the stones.

I am a child from the mountains;

even barefoot,

I can jump and leap on this stone road.

Even though years of wearing

shoes have accustomed my feet to them

, the calluses of childhood remain.

Thick skin is the core that protects my body.

I walk on the stone road,

I cannot turn back;

behind me are the faces of my family, relatives, and fellow villagers, their faces weary from hard work .

Although I cannot turn back

, I know the land behind me is thick

and safe,

holding wholehearted expectations."

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