C64 An Unexpected Encounter

At the moment, on the day of the National Day of 2012, facing the bright sunlight, Huang Weidong and Zhenyang Yangzi stood side by side in front of the window, staring intently at the surging Yellow River. They did not speak for a long time.

It was only when a young and beautiful woman wearing a sky-blue professional suit walked over and said, "Director Huang, all the guests are here. " Only then did she come to her senses and walk into the living room side by side with a loud laugh.

Today, taking advantage of the long holiday on National Day, Huang Weidong held a big feast and sent out invitations to the heroes. He invited the members of the Yellow River Pearl Club over, and the gathering was very lively.

At that time, in accordance with the principle of not having too many members, the club did not have many members. There were only about 50 of them, and they were all elites from all walks of life in Da An. Today, there were about 30 people.

At that time, after Yuan Ding Commercial Building was completed, after listening to what Zhen Yangzi said, they established the Yellow River Pearl Club on the sixth floor as a place to entertain their friends and discuss business. Later on, as the number of people increased, it gradually developed into a circle of mutual information and support in the business world.

Later on, following the suggestion of Zhenyang Zi, a top secret organization in the commercial world such as the Jiangnan Society of Mount Tai implemented a strict membership system and eliminated a group of people who did not meet the requirements and only recruited those who could be called the elites of the industry.

Moreover, it was rumored that every member had a "Jianghu Token. " Once they encountered Jianghu, no matter where they were, all the members of the Jianghu Token had to do their best to help them. They could not afford to make any mistakes. Of course, no one had ever seen a token that could summon the wind and summon the rain.

At this moment, Fan Wenbin was sitting in a place that did not attract attention. He held a wine cup in his hand and had a smile on his face. His gaze was like a torch as he stared at everyone who entered and left. He knew all of these people who came today, and only a few of them had not had a very deep relationship with them.

In the business world of Daan, from nothing to nothing, from childhood to adulthood, until he became the CEO of a listed company, he had been running amok for more than twenty years. He knew a lot of people, and many people knew him. Now, Hua Cheng Corporation's reputation resounded across both sides of the Yellow River, and there were even more people who paid attention to him.

Not long after, an unfamiliar and easy-going young man in his thirties walked over with a wine glass in his hand. He stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face for a moment. Then, he asked very politely, "Excuse me, are you Hua Cheng Group's CEO Fan?"

Fan Wenbin saw that the person who came was not ordinary. He thought to himself that the elegant and handsome face naturally revealed a trace of undetectable arrogance. His humble words were filled with a sense of neither servile nor overbearing confidence. No matter how rich the others were, they would not have this kind of innate special temperament.

Hence, he also returned a sincere smile, nodded, and calmly stood up. He loudly said, "I am Fan Wenbin. " Then, he smiled and looked at each other for a moment. Then, he very amiably and gently clinked his glass to show his respect.

The young man took a sip of wine, and stared at the other person with great confidence. After a moment, he said without revealing anything, "Director Fan, if I say a person, you will definitely know. "

Seeing the other party's puzzled expression, he smiled and said, "This person has some reputation in the history of Daan. His name is He Guoqing. "

The name He Guoqing was like a bolt of lightning that instantly cut through Fan Wenbin's mind. He remembered the soldier who only had one arm, and also remembered the words that his grandfather had said many times when he was alive. He was an indomitable man. When he said this, his grandfather's face revealed a look of admiration.

As the only son of the Japanese hero, Fan Tinggui, and also the elder brother of the Big Brother Association who was famous on both sides of the Yellow River in the 40s, Fan Zhengkun rarely saw others in his eyes. To be able to say these words with sincerity was enough to prove that the person called He Guoqing was not an ordinary person.

When he was young, Fan Wenbin had seen He Guoqing. From the first time he saw him, he had left a very deep impression on him. He Guoqing was very bold and forthright. His entire body was brimming with the aura of a soldier who was decisive and fearless. He was both beaten into a right faction and sent to the Fan family to undergo labor reformation. He was also full of pride.

"You are his descendant?" After the initial shock, Fan Wenbin returned to his usual calm. He stared intently at the unfamiliar young man in front of him and asked softly, "Uncle He, He Guoqing, that is an iron man. He is the most strong-willed person among the people I know. "

This was not a compliment, but a big truth. In Fan Wenbin's life which was close to fifty years old, the number of people he had seen could not be counted. However, there were only a few people who could leave a deep impression on him until his death. Other than his grandfather, there was only this Hunan person called He Guoqing.

The young man smiled and said in a slightly flattering tone, "Director Fan, your memory is very good. " He said proudly, "He is my father, and I am his fourth brother. My name is He Huainan. "

Then, he said faintly, "When Father was alive, he once mentioned your grandfather, Fan Zhengkun. He said that he was the only true friend he made in his life. "

Fan Wenbin nodded slightly and agreed with this sentence. Because, he understood that this sentence was the same as what he had said just now. It was also a great truth.

In his distant and clear memory, He Guoqing and his grandfather were both people who had been modified by labor. Before dawn, they were escorted by a large group of militia to clear the mud on the river bank and dig a drainage project called "Hui Min canal. "

At that time, without large machinery, everything depended on two hands. This Hui Min canal. Many people in many villages along the Yellow River used their hands to withstand the heavy snow and wind. They used an entire winter's time to dig it up with a shovel and a shovel.

Up until now, this manmade canal from the 1960s had benefited the dozens of villages on the north bank of the county for more than 40 years. Furthermore, it would benefit them forever.

In the words of Li Jizhen, the secretary of the Fan Family's ferry brigade, he wanted to promote the spirit of revolution that did not fear suffering and death. He was self-reliant on hard work and entrepreneurship. He dared to fight against the heavens and earth. He used his own hands to solve the problem of staying by the Yellow River, but there was no water that could be used to eat.

"How is your father now? Is he still okay?" His grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, and He Guoqing's tough experiences, especially their true friends, instantly closed the distance between Fan Wenbin and He Weinan.

At the end of the 1970s, He Guoqing regained his freedom after he got the Ping Rebellion. Not long after his official reinstatement, he specially came to the Fan family to visit his friend, Fan Zhengkun, who was in trouble.

Fan Wenbin remembered that it was a snowy winter afternoon. The two of them sat at the head of their own bed, drinking wine and talking a lot. Sometimes they choked and sobbed, and sometimes they laughed loudly. In the end, they were both dead drunk and collapsed on the brick bed.

He Weinan sighed slightly and said with slight sadness, "Later, my father was transferred to Xijing City to work for a few years, and then he divorced. He also went to his hometown, Hunan, and stayed for a period of time. After he came back, he stayed at my elder brother's place in Lanzhou. He passed away almost ten years ago. "

When he heard the news of He Guoqing's death, Fan Wenbin thought of his grandfather who had passed away not long ago. He could not help but sigh softly and console him. "Life, age, illness, and death are the norm for humans. When you are old, being able to leave happily without any ties is also a good thing for your children.

During the conversation, he found out that He Weinan was now the boss of Xijing City's Ancient Culture Company. He had recently gotten to know Huang Weidong because of his business. Not long after, he was pulled into the Yellow River Pearl Club. Today was the first time he had attended the top gathering in the business world of Daan.