The Pentium Era - South to North

Meng Ping stayed in Shenzhen for another two days, went to the Public Security Bureau once, and supplemented the transcript. He also allowed himself to calm down slowly.

Lao Zhu called Meng Ping and told him, Lao Meng, Lao Meng, I really didn’t expect that this guy would be a liar. The public security bureau came to find me at work. I was shocked. This guy is so fucking embarrassing. I was arrested personally, and the police took notes and took my fingerprints.

"I've recorded it twice, and my fingers are almost swollen from pressing it," Meng Ping said.

Lao Zhu smiled and said, "Then you are a little worse off than me. Saying this makes me feel comfortable. I often walk by the river, and how can I not get my shoes wet? As the old man said, the enemy will not automatically withdraw from the stage of history." , Lao Meng, you said that by doing this, are we also helping the police to dig out a cancer in society?

"Fuck you!" Meng Ping scolded, "Where is that classmate of yours who is doing better than you, in the Political Research Office, and in the sea?"

I also scolded him. He said that he didn’t know that he also met at a dinner table. I didn’t expect that today’s liars are so courageous. Even someone like him would dare to lie to him. What the hell, Nothing happened!

Meng Ping laughed. Meng Ping said, I, Lao Meng, can be forgiven for being deceived. I was asked to arrange the Twenty-Four Histories, but I couldn’t make it. People like you from Fudan’s history department will be fooled by Ma Sanbao and Zhu Yunwen. It would be an insult to the master to lie to someone with such nonsense, right?

Okay, let’s reflect on it, I’ll reflect on it, I still have blind spots in knowledge. Lao Zhu shouted on the phone.

In Nanjing, two days later, Qian Fang's anger had subsided a little. She called Meng Ping and asked:

"Is that land opposite yours the one you want to bid for, or are they just signing it for fun?"

Meng Ping said: "This is indeed the place I want to sign up for."

"What do you want this land for?" Qian Fang asked, "For the second phase?"

"Do you think that Jinling Hotel is still the first brand in Nanjing?" Meng Ping asked rhetorically.

"Of course, you think it's you?"

"What if I take this land and go to Jinling Hotel to discuss cooperation?" Meng Ping asked.

"How to cooperate?"

"This Jinling Hotel doesn't need a new building, a new Jinling Hotel?"

Qian Fang thought for a moment, sighed again, and said, "Okay, it's time for you to come back, the auction is about to begin."

"Okay, I just finished filling in the transcript here, and I originally wanted to go back in the evening."

When Meng Ping said this last sentence, he was already a bit flattering.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Ping let out a long breath. Li Yang was right. Fortunately, Qian Fang didn't know Xiao Ning yet. Alas, he didn't know if her name was Xiao Ning. She didn't know about that woman, otherwise , Qian Fang will tiptoe off.

Thinking about it again at this time, Meng Ping felt a little sorry for Qian Fang. Although he knew that it was impossible for them to be together and big things would happen if they were together, but for so many years, the two of them were very strange, as if they were guarding each other. Pure, Qian Fang has almost no contact with any men, and Meng Ping has never been very interested in women.

Occasionally, there were a few social events and some fun with the leader, but that was done without hesitation. As long as he didn't go astray, Meng Ping felt that it was not a betrayal. But this time, he had to admit that he had indeed gone astray.

This time, the balance and confrontation between himself and Qian Fang had already been broken by Meng Ping. Qian Fang was the one who was kept in the dark. Thinking about it this way, Meng Ping felt that he had bullied her a little too much, and he felt particularly guilty.

Meng Ping packed up his things and went to Shenzhen Airport. In January last year, Shenzhen Airport had just been renamed "Shenzhen Huangtian International Airport" with the approval of the Civil Aviation Administration of China. As soon as the name was changed, there was a lot of curses, because in Hokkien and Chaozhou dialect, The pronunciations of "Huangtian" and "Huangquan" are too close. What's the point of flying to "Huangquan"?

Everyone feels that the life of the name "Huangtian International Airport" will definitely not be long. Sooner or later it will have to be changed. Changing the name of the airport is no different from others. It requires a lot of effort. If you change it here, ICAO All member states must change it, and all civil aviation and flight systems must change, otherwise the planes will not know where to fly.

Isn't this just a fool's errand?

What Meng Ping bought was a flight from Shenzhen to Nanjing at 4:50 pm. When Meng Ping arrived at the airport, it was not even there at two o'clock. He simply went to a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and ordered two cans of 7-up. I ate my lunch slowly.

While eating lunch, I thought about my trip to Shenzhen and Wuning. I felt ridiculous, like I was playing house, and I couldn't help but laugh again.

But when he thought of that woman and those nights, Meng Ping felt a little sad. How could she be a liar? If she wasn't a liar, how great would it be? If they met on another occasion, if she had become a liar before, When they encounter themselves, will sparks fly between them and keep going?

She probably doesn't need to be a liar anymore, right? How much money can you make as a liar?

But if you are not a liar, they will not even know each other. There are so many women on the street, how do you know which woman you come into contact with is not a rich mine, and the deeper you get, the more beautiful you are?

While thinking this way, Meng Ping thought of Qian Fang again. Is Qian Fang becoming more and more beautiful as she gets deeper? But when he discovered her beauty, he was intimidated and had no choice but to hold back.

Meng Ping looked at the people passing by outside the restaurant and the few guests in the restaurant. He thought, how great it would be if people were transparent. You could tell who is suitable for whom at a glance, and you can speed date. Unlike this, there is a skin on the outside, clothes on the outside of the skin, and camouflage on the outside of the clothes, making it unpredictable.

But if all people were transparent, then their interest in others would probably disappear, right?

After everything becomes simple, everything becomes boring.

Just like making money, when you have no money, you make a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand. How exciting it is. When they sold the first piece of land in Haicheng, they made hundreds of thousands. That sense of accomplishment and excitement was something he couldn't get even after selling a building and making hundreds of millions.

When making money becomes easy, it becomes boring.

Meng Ping admires people like Li Ka-shing, who is already in his 70s and 80s, has enough money, and is buried up to his neck every day, making him almost breathless, but he still has to make money every day, which is probably when he is not bored.

I, Meng Ping, can't do it. Simple things will make me, Meng Ping, feel bored and have no passion. There's nothing I can do about it.

Meng Ping sat there alone for more than an hour. He sat there until three o'clock, then got up, dragged his suitcase, went through the check-in formalities, checked the suitcase, and then passed the security check. Go to the first class lounge to relax.

As soon as he entered the lounge, Meng Ping laughed. He saw a person inside, eating instant noodles. The rest room was filled with the smell of instant noodles. The other passengers and waiters all frowned. He frowned and sneered at him.

But he didn't care. He sat there and purred, eating with relish, and wiping the sweat on his forehead with a tissue from time to time.

Meng Ping walked over and stood beside him.

The noodle eater saw a figure falling down and his noodles were covered in his shadow. This affected his appetite. He liked to eat instant noodles in plenty of light.

He raised his head with some annoyance, took a look, immediately threw away the plastic fork in his hand, and shouted: "Lao Meng, what a coincidence!"

"Unfortunately, I just came over when I saw you." Meng Ping said.

The noodle eater was Lao Ni. Lao Ni laughed loudly, called to the waiter, removed the bucket of noodles that he had not finished, and asked Meng Ping to sit down.

Lao Ni asked Meng Ping: "Where are you going?"

Meng Ping said: "Go back to Nanjing, Lao Ni, where are you going? Back to Hangzhou?"

Lao Ni waved his hand quickly: "If you don't go back, I will go back to Nanjing."

Isn't this a coincidence?

Lao Ni asked Meng Ping, what are you doing in Shenzhen?

Meng Ping said a little embarrassedly, nothing happened, just passing by.

Aren't you passing by? I was originally going to go to Hong Kong and then Zurich from here.

"Old Ni, what are you doing in Shenzhen?" Meng Ping asked.

"I was passing by too. I was in Xi'an in the morning." Lao Ni said.

Isn't this a coincidence again?

The two of them sat and chatted until the waiter came to invite them to board the plane. On this flight to Nanjing, there were not many first-class passengers, only the two of them.

When boarding the plane, Meng Ping felt a little strange and a little angry. There were two flight attendants standing at the door of the cabin. When one of them saw them, he frowned, stamped his feet, and said softly, "Oops." "After shouting, the other one giggled, tilted his head to one side of his body, bowed, and said to them, "Welcome!"

Meng Ping looked at the flight attendant who called "Oh!" What do you mean, do you think we are trash that can be disliked?

The flight attendant had turned around and lowered her head. When Meng Ping saw her, his neck seemed to turn red.

Meng Ping was confused, but he still didn't have an attack and walked over.

Since there were only two of them in the first class cabin, the two of them just sat together without looking at the seat numbers.

After sitting down, they continued their previous conversation in the first-class lounge.

When the two men were together, they naturally talked about grand topics. They reviewed the Asian financial crisis, the catastrophic Yangtze River flood in 1998, and looked forward to the return of Macau at the end of this year. Meng Ping thought, so to speak, Chen Qihang and Lin Yi Yan will soon transform from a Japanese devil to a resident of the Special Administrative Region.

The two of them even looked forward to the upcoming year 2000.

The plane took off and after it stabilized, Meng Ping saw the two stewardesses pushing each other. They both seemed to be trying to push each other away, asking the other to serve him, as if they were two gods of plague.

In the end, it was the same "Oops" who said "Ouch" again, holding the tray with tea, coffee and Coke.

She came over and asked Meng Ping what he needed with a big smile.

Meng Ping talks about tea.

"Okay." She poured tea for Meng Ping and said to him, "Sir, please use it slowly."

After saying that, she turned around and left, wiggling her hips and ignoring Lao Ni. Is this too much?

Meng Ping looked at Lao Ni, but Lao Ni was laughing.

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