Chapter 65 4

Wu Zhenqing and Wang Xiaosong looked at each other silently.Closing the door seems to shut the door out of the present, and the friendship from the past is flowing in the hearts of the two at the same time like music. Finally, they opened their arms at the same time and hugged each other. Wang Xiaosong said: "Forgive me, I embarrassed you once when we first met...Because Duff is the son of Miyamoto Kentaro, in front of him, I feel that my every move seems to be under some kind of supervision. ..." Wu Zhenqing said thoughtfully: "I can see it." After the two sat down, Wang Xiaosong asked with a smile, "How long did it take you to catch up?"

Wu Zhenqing was puzzled: "What?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Your company's welcome ceremony..." Wu Zhenqing also smiled: "No other meaning, just want to leave a deep first impression on you..." Wang Xiaosong shook his head: "It's too dramatic, it looks like a gangster movie..." Wu Zhenqing said: "Oh? If I could be a director, I would like to make melodramas! Without a plot, everything is meaningless!" Wang Xiaosong said: "Tell me, how did you reach the sky in one step?" Wu Zhenqing took out a cigarette and asked Wang Xiaosong to smoke, and he replied while smoking: "It's easy to say, like a fairy tale - first of all, after my brother changed his job, he became the director of the economic and trade committee in the county of my sister-in-law. It was a coastal city. County, after the opening up, the economy improved, and he expanded his strength to the inland. He brought back 300,000 yuan to Harbin as start-up capital, and wanted to find someone to do something. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. At that time, I was sweeping the streets, Carrying gas tanks. How can I let it go? I got the moon first, wrote the military order, and monopolized the funds. So I built a construction team. The first one earned more than two million yuan. Later, I caught up You are now in the business world, and you can understand without going into details. Doing real estate development is a lot of money. Besides, it is easier for a person to turn a few million into tens of millions than to turn It's much easier to turn a few hundred dollars into a thousand dollars and a few thousand dollars, as long as he's not a big fool..."

Wu Zhenqing talked eloquently, and Wang Xiaosong nodded frequently: "How is Tsui Hark's situation? Has he returned from overseas?" Wu Zhenqing said: "I'm back. I have done everything from speculating in unplanned properties, speculating in stocks. He said he made millions, but I guess it was only a few hundred thousand, but he came to be a real estate agent. It is said that it was more than 20 years ago." I have lived too badly, and now I want to make up for the lost enjoyment..." Wang Xiaosong asked again: "Where's Debao?" "He still wears a police uniform. One year he was said to have been promoted to the director of the Public Security Bureau, but he was pushed down by others. He got emotional and was transferred to the police station. He is an auspicious person, and now he is a He is responsible for the law and order in that area. He is the pacesetter of the city's public security system every year. He has earned a lot of honor. He has a sense of honor, and honor is more important than money. Now There are not many people..."

Wang Xiaosong said in his heart: "It's all fine, it's all fine." Then he asked: "Have you and Zhang Meng never been in touch?" Wu Zhenqing sighed and said, "Let's not talk about being with her, even the three of us don't get together very often. That is, during the Spring Festival every year, we walk around with each other... I only heard that Zhang Meng worked in a Sino-US joint venture. As the director of the public relations department in the company..." Wang Xiaosong hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help asking: "What about her?..."

"Hao Mei?...Look..." Wu Zhenqing opened the purse, took out a book and handed it to Wang Xiaosong—it was a collection of novels—"Confessions of Women", with the word "Hao Mei" imprinted on the cover... Wang Xiaosong: "She wrote it?" Wu Zhenqing nodded: "She is a writer now, a director of the Provincial Writers Association. She is not very famous, but she is more famous than you and me. Besides, she doesn't want to be famous, and she finally found a career that suits her..." Wang Xiaosong caressed the cover with one hand: "Give it to me..."

Wu Zhenqing: "That can't be done, she signed it and gave it to me. This time, it's time for you to meet..." Wang Xiaosong has already opened the book—on the title page, there is a group photo of Hao Mei, her husband Lao Pan and their son... Wu Zhenqing said: "Shortly after you returned to Beijing, her daughter Yunyun died. Her current child is still named Yunyun. Her husband is a worker and treats her very well. In terms of whether the family is happy or not, I think she is now one of us. most fortunate……" Wang Xiaosong returned the book to Wu Zhenqing sadly...

Memories of the past are too heavy.Moreover, for Wang Xiaosong, who has been in a foreign country for more than ten years, he misses and cares too much, and the one who is always in his arms and most worried about is his elderly mother. "I... want to see my mother tonight." When mentioning his mother, a trace of warmth appeared on Wang Xiaosong's face. "Okay. But I haven't visited the old man's house for more than two years. I'll drive with you!" Wu Zhenqing glanced at his watch, "Is it too late?" Wang Xiaosong stood up: "It's not too late. I won't see the old man tonight, I will lose sleep..." Suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I have a small gift for you..."

As he spoke, he took out a long gift box and opened it to find a beautiful tie: "This is a brand name custom-made by our company for senior employees. Come, come, replace yours, wear this one, and see how it goes." ..." Wu Zhenqing joked: "This doesn't mean I was recruited by your company, does it?" He took off his tie as he spoke... Wang Xiaosong smiled: "How can our company have such wolfish ambitions..." He put on his tie for Wu Zhenqing... Wu Zhenqing smiled: "It's impolite to come and not to go... This is our company's badge..." He took off the badge from his chest and put it on his chest for Wang Xiaosong, "May our negotiations succeed and we will cooperate sincerely in the future..."

They looked at each other and smiled—in the smiles, there was not only the friendship from the past, but also some meaningful content... They raised their hands at the same time—the two hands clapped together... Wu Zhenqing personally drove the "Lincoln" and carried Wang Xiaosong to a residential area. This residential area was built by the "Xingbei" company.Back then, when the building area was just built, Wang Xiaosong's younger brother came to Wu Zhenqing, hoping to adjust the house.Wu Zhenqing, who is the queen mother's godson, transferred them a two-bedroom, two-story house.Before the Wang family moved in, Wu Zhenqing specially asked his subordinates to add an extra row of heaters to the house.Because he knew that the Queen Mother was afraid of the cold.That's not counting, and the phone was installed at the same time.

Wang Xiaosong listened, and said emotionally: "My mother has me as a son, it is better to have you as a godson." Wu Zhenqing glanced at him and said, "Your words are not exaggerated. It would be great if all the old mothers in China who have worked so hard all their lives could have a son like me, Wu Zhenqing. Then Marx should be in heaven. I am relieved for his old man's communist theory..." The car stopped silently. Wang Xiaosong got out of the car and stared at the window of his own house.The lights in the windows were out. Wang Xiaosong stared at the window, his heart was ups and downs, and he said silently: "Mom, I'm back! It took another ten years for me to return to your old man's side. I'm sorry for you. I'm not a good son. In my letter to you , made up so many lies for myself, made up so many reasons...Mom, I am so ashamed in front of Zhenqing!"

Wu Zhenqing also got out of the car, stood beside Wang Xiaosong, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you go in now that you're here?" Wang Xiaosong shook his head: "No, my sister has to get up early to go to work tomorrow..." Wu Zhenqing said, "Then let's do it another day." Wang Xiaosong nodded. Suddenly, Wu Zhenqing seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked: "You, why didn't you bring your son back with the child?" Wang Xiaosong muttered, "I'm in Beijing...only to stay for two days..." "Didn't even bother to go back home to have a look? Are you too loyal to the Japanese?" Wu Zhenqing teased him, but Wang Xiaosong's face changed, he hesitated to speak, and got into the car with his head down. Wu Zhenqing also returned to the car, checked his expression: "Just kidding, you won't be angry, right?" Wang Xiaosong smiled wryly, and slowly shook his head: "I'm in Beijing... I don't have a home anymore..." Wu Zhenqing was stunned... When Wang Xiaosong returned to Beijing, because he knew some truths about Hao Mei, his feelings fluctuated greatly for a period of time.His wife sent him out of the country through an old friend of her father's in the United States.Her wishes are also good, one is to calm her husband's feelings, and the other is to let him go abroad to be gilded.He himself would have liked to be able to do that.That was the year when I went abroad for the first time.But what she didn't expect was that after he left, she couldn't control her loneliness anymore.Three years later, when Wang Xiaosong came back from abroad, she no longer belonged to him, and even the child became a stranger to his father.Wang Xiaosong went out again in a fit of anger.Later, when they divorced, she proposed it on her own initiative, and the child also belonged to her.The man inherited a large fortune in Hong Kong and was very rich. At this time, the financial guarantor in the United States learned that the old friend's daughter had divorced Wang Xiaosong, and believed that there was no obligation to guarantee Wang Xiaosong anymore.In this way, Wang Xiaosong fell into the predicament of being in a foreign country and having no relatives.I still can't learn English well, and the family who wants to work as a worker is unwilling to hire, and the visa is about to expire.He fell ill in a small hotel, thanks to a Japanese girl who took pity on him and often went to take care of him. Wang Xiaosong and this Japanese girl met at the shopping mall.He picked up the bag she had lost, which contained more than three thousand dollars and hundreds of thousands of yen.At that time, Wang Xiaosong didn't open it to read.If he opened it and saw that there was so much money, he might not return it to her... So after Wang Xiaosong recovered from his illness, he followed her to Japan at the suggestion of the Japanese girl... Wu Zhenqing guessed about what happened later without asking, but he still asked, "What about later?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Later she arranged for me to work in her uncle's company..." "If I'm not mistaken, it's Sakimaru Corporation?" Wang Xiaosong said expressionlessly, "Yes..." Wu Zhenqing forced another sentence: "And then you started to pursue her?" Wang Xiaosong said: "No...she fell in love with me..." Wu Zhenqing hummed and asked, "What's the difference?" Wang Xiaosong turned his head, looked at Wu Zhenqing, and said, "This...is a bit different..." Wu Zhenqing asked again: "Is she beautiful?" Wang Xiaosong shook his head: "It's not pretty at all. It can even be said that it's ugly. But it's kind-hearted..." Wu Zhenqing smiled: "Is it the beauty of the soul?" Wang Xiaosong said in a deep voice: "It can be said that she is a very devout Christian. I am not only a Chinese who has joined the Japanese nationality, but also half of the Miyamoto family..." Wu Zhenqing asked again unintentionally: "Have you decided to marry her?" Wang Xiaosong said blankly: "I have no choice, and I don't want to break her heart..." Wu Zhenqing couldn't bear it anymore: "Miyamoto Kentaro, you must have changed your mind after knowing the special relationship between you and me. Instead of coming to negotiate with me in person, you were temporarily appointed as the plenipotentiary?" Wang Xiaosong slowly turned his face to Wu Zhenqing, who was staring at him aggressively. Wang Xiaosong acquiesced... Wu Zhenqing couldn't help being annoyed: "Damn it! This cunning old fox!" Wang Xiaosong said: "Mr. Miyamoto is very supportive to me. In a sense, he is my great benefactor..." Wu Zhenqing finally broke out: "But what the hell does this have to do with me! I'd rather this old fox come in person! Or he appoints someone else to come!" He slammed the car door, started the car, made a sharp turn, and drove the car away... A certain awkwardness hung over the small space.Cui Jian's rock song "It's Not I Don't Understand" is playing in the car recorder:

Wu Zhenqing pressed the switch vigorously, and the singing stopped abruptly... Wang Xiaosong also pressed the switch, and the singing sounded again——
Over the past 20 years, I seem to have only learned patience...
Wu Zhenqing pressed the switch hard again. Wang Xiaosong looked at him and turned his face out of the window.