Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 527: Their respective journeys

Wow! That's a lot of money!

How can I spend this?

Gu Weijun signed and came out of the finance office, holding his salary for the past two years, less than 2 yuan, mostly 5000 yuan notes, and a 10 yuan note, a 1 yuan note, and 5 cents and 1 cents.
Gu Weijun used his left hand to sweep the stack of brand new banknotes in his right hand as if playing the piano, making a pleasant "rustling" sound.

"Hey, Comrade Gu Weijun, have you made a fortune? What's going on? Let's go to the Beijing Hotel?"

In the corridor, Director Zheng saw Gu Weijun's boastful look and couldn't help but make a joke. After she learned that Gu Weijun came to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, she had been observing the chief's office.

"Sure, this is the first time I've seen so much money." Gu Weijun laughed, "It is said that the Tan family cuisine in the Beijing Hotel is very good."

"Bring them all, abalone and shark fin. Let's enjoy the treatment that officials and celebrities received in feudal society."

Director Zheng slapped Gu Weijun's arm hard, "I told you you're fat, and you're still panting!"

"The Beijing Hotel requires foreign currency. They won't accept this money!"

"We can have a nice meal of duck from Quanjude, or Donglaishun."

"Oh, I haven't eaten at these places for a long time. Didn't Fengze Garden change its name back before?" Gu Weijun asked curiously, "Has it been changed back now?"

"Well, change them all back."

"To pass on the culture?"

"Haha, then why didn't the previous boss change it back?"

"Okay, Junzi, why do you become more extreme as you get older?"

Director Zheng accompanied Gu Weijun out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, with a look of reluctance in his eyes, "Okay, I'll take you here."

“I still have a lot of work to do!”

“Now the Economic Department has more and more work to do.”

“Work overtime every day!”

"I wish I could live in the office every day. Back then, we were just two..."

"Hmm." Gu Weijun looked at Director Zheng, then turned his head to look at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building and the plaque at the door. He felt a little sad in his heart. After all, he had worked here for nearly ten years.

Gu Weijun took a deep breath, turned around and left, waving his hand with his back to Director Zheng, "You can go back."

"I'm going to Hong Kong in a few days. When I come back, I'll arrange for everyone to go to Beijing Hotel to eat Tan's cuisine!"

"Okay! I'll wait."

Gu Weijun gradually merged into the crowd and eventually disappeared.

Director Zheng sighed deeply, looked back at the still towering building and golden plaque of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and slowly walked back to the building.

"Is everything done?"

"Here, the salary and subsidies for the past two years are all here."

"I've been suspended from work without pay, so you can still call me Director Gu!"

"Like hell!"

As soon as Gu Weijun arrived home, Zhu Lin came up to him with concern. She had specially asked for leave to stay at home today. She had discussed privately with her sister Zhu Jue that she was worried that her man was in a bad mood and needed someone to accompany him.

"Would you like to have a drink together? I've prepared some dishes."

"Hey, you're so gentle today! Which restaurant did you take the food from?" Gu Weijun glanced at Zhu Lin, "Tell me, is there anything else?"

"Are you going to eat?"

"eat!"

Zhu Lin quickly opened the upside-down bowls on the plates on the dining table in the main hall one by one. The dishes were still steaming.

Unscrew a bottle of Moutai, and pour half a cup into two glass cups with red phoenix patterns.

Zhu Lin raised her glass cheerfully, "Weijun, cheers, to our new journey and new beginning!"

"Haha! Cheers!" Gu Weijun raised his glass and clinked it with Zhu Lin's, then drank it all in one gulp. "Cough, cough." Zhu Lin drank too quickly and couldn't help coughing.

"Drink slowly, and have some food to calm your nerves." Gu Weijun gently picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and handed it to Zhu Lin.

"Well, Weijun, are you going to Hong Kong soon?"

"Yes, you know that all the cotton textiles exported from China to that place were the ones I contacted before."

"I still have connections there. I have always had a close relationship with Hong Kong's cotton spinning tycoon, Chen Tinghua."

"Now I want to start my own business, and he will give me enough support."

"Haha, haven't you noticed? Recently, bell-bottom pants and frog-eye glasses have become popular on the streets of Beijing. Yes, there are also Teresa Teng's tapes."

"Of course!" Zhu Lin rolled her eyes at Gu Weijun, "Strange clothes and lascivious music."

"That's the Wei Army."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me. We have been married for so many years!"

Zhu Lin thought for a while and said, "Weijun, a film director came to our hospital for casting and took a liking to me at first sight. He wants me to play a role."

"You know, I get up and always love to perform."

"so."

Gu Weijun raised his glass with a smile, "Then let's go!"

"You are already a mother of three children, but you are still charming and attractive. The director has good taste."

That’s right, Zhu Lin gave birth to another girl last year, who is only a few months old.

"But if you go to Hong Kong, I have to go to film a movie. This family..."

"Let my mother and mother-in-law come and live with us, and hire two nannies. Well, Qin Huairu is a good choice. She raised all the children in this courtyard."

"Well, Weijun, thank you."

Wine is the medium of sex. After drinking a little, Zhu Lin's face turned rosy and tender. She raised her eyelids slightly, and her deep affection seemed to be dripping out, "Brother, my brother."

This is their unique love code!

What are you waiting for?
Gu Weijun combined his waist and horse, carried the Queen of the Kingdom of Daughters into the tent with both hands, the red waves were rolling, and the crabapple was sleeping in spring.
After arranging all the affairs at home, Gu Weijun boarded the train to Guangzhou with a light backpack.
Why not take a plane? Before the new machine tool in Hong Kong was built, Gu Weijun would never take a plane to Hong Kong again. Every landing was like riding a roller coaster, too exciting.

There is a building outside the window
At Luohu Port, as soon as Gu Weijun passed the border, a woman with red lips, big wavy hair, wearing sunglasses and a thin dress got out of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

She took Gu Weijun's backpack with one hand, and said with a jealous tone, "Oh, has Master Gu arranged for the main wife in the family?"

"Now you are finally willing to come out of the mountains to such a poor and remote place like Hong Kong?"

"Wanhua, you are a mother of two children, why are you becoming more and more girlish?"

Gu Weijun opened the collar of his Mao suit and tugged at the shirt underneath. "It's only March and it's already so hot here in Hong Kong."

"Wasn't this place a poor and remote place 100 years ago?"

"A small fishing village."

"Go home." Jiang Wanhua told the driver and raised the back compartment of the car. "Why do I feel that you have always looked down on Hong Kong?"

“It’s so bustling here!”

"Of course I don't like it," Gu Weijun unscrewed a bottle of water and drank half of it in one gulp. He took off his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves. "If Hong Kong didn't have the support of the mainland, would it have been able to develop so well?"

"The wave in the 50s and 60s was a wave of wealthy people fleeing from the mainland, which provided the foundation for development."

"If there were no water and vegetables from the mainland, this place would have long been a stinking port."

"Everyone is flattering the British devils' stinky feet!"

"I bother!"

"By the way, how much did Wharf Holdings and Jardine Matheson Holdings sell their shares for?"

(End of this chapter)