1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 307 Ning Wanjia's Sixth Sense

East Chang'an Street.

Street lamps stand quietly under the withered Sophora japonica trees. The bright white light leaves several elliptical halos on the concrete road, illuminating the street.

Although it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The sky was dark and the north wind was cold.

But this place is close to Wangfujing, so there are still a constant stream of pedestrians and vendors.

Selling candied haws, wontons, mutton heads, and all kinds of small commodities...

The sounds of hawking, laughter, and clinking glasses in the restaurant all converge here.

Very lively.

End of street.

"Wow! Which country is this foreign guest from?"

Several black cars with black letters on a white background, starting with the word "使" (Envoy), drove by. People made way for them and looked at these rare things.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the entrance of Beijing Hotel.

"We are here, Professor. This is the hotel you have been staying at recently, the Beijing Hotel."

"It was built in 1900, and it has a history of years. This -story modern-style building in front of us is the Beijing Hotel's middle building, which is one of the tallest buildings in BJ."

After getting off the car.

Tang Minghua stood at the door and loudly introduced the history of the hotel building in front of her, citing historical allusions at will while speaking.

Although the dozen or so people in Professor Ansel's team were confused, they also understood the sincerity and respect of this leader.

As everyone walked into the hotel, they listened to her explanation:

"We have already booked a western restaurant in advance. It is our Chinese Tan family cuisine that has been improved by combining Chinese and Western cuisine. I hope it will suit everyone's taste."

"Of course, there is an old Chinese saying that those who like Western things... oh no, it means that the guest should follow the host's wishes. I have heard of Chinese food and admired it for a long time."

Professor Ansel said with a smile.

After they put their luggage in the room, they went to the restaurant for dinner.

We ate and talked at the same time. Although we didn't speak the same language, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Tang Minghua took out a pen and paper and asked, "I wonder how the professor plans to visit this time? Can you tell me a little bit? We can also notify the universities in advance and make corresponding preparations."

"Sorry, I'm not sure about the schedule."

Professor Ansel smiled awkwardly and looked at his assistant, Ms. Mary, and said, "Dear Mary, please come and talk to Director Tang."

"Got it, Professor."

Ms. Mary pushed her glasses up and looked at Tang Minghua and the others: "I heard that a Stanford scholar also visited Peking University some time ago.

The Chinese Department of Peking University is also quite famous, so we naturally started our visit from Peking University, followed by Tsinghua University.

There are no further visits scheduled, but Director Tang can share any recommendations if he has any.”

"Peking University or Tsinghua University?"

Tang Minghua nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you for your answer, Ms. Mary. I will inform the person in charge in advance. As for the exchange arrangements with other schools, it will take some time to discuss. I will inform you then. Is that ok?"

Tsinghua University and Peking University are the only two schools with some fame. The reason why the Penn team did not arrange other schools is probably that they don’t even know the names of other schools?
Tang Minghua thought helplessly.

"of course can."

Ms. Mary shrugged and said that Director Tang would make the arrangements.

……

After dinner, Tang Minghua left with a group of people from the Ministry of Culture.

A group of more than ten people from Pennsylvania University were still sitting in the restaurant chatting.

There are a total of six core members this time, and more than ten teachers and staff accompanying them, which is quite a lot of people.

It was the first time for everyone to visit the mysterious oriental country, and they were all excited and nervous.

Fortunately, since they got off the plane, the attitude of these government workers and leaders has been quite friendly, making them feel respected and at ease.

"Teacher, I just asked Director Tang about 'Cheng'. What's unexpected is that she has never heard of such an amazing literary genius."

George took a sip of Coke and said calmly.

"This is normal. Aren't writers usually poor and unknown before they become successful? George, you should focus on the important matter at hand!"

Professor Ansel shook his head helplessly and scolded. His student was really persistent.

For him, it would be better if he could find one, but it doesn’t matter if he can’t, after all, the main business is still academic visits.

"I understand, teacher."

George nodded seriously, but his heart became more determined.

……

Air Force compound.

A black car drove into the compound and stopped in front of a garden building.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening and the temperature was extremely cold.

After Tang Minghua got off the car, a cold wind blew, cutting her dignified and mature face like a knife, and her hair was blown messy by the wind.

She hurriedly picked up her briefcase and trotted into the house in her leather boots.

Only after closing the door did it warm up.

In the spacious living room, a beautiful long-haired girl was sitting on a soft sofa, eating fruit and watching TV. When she heard the noise, she turned around and called out, "Mom? Are you back?"

"Jia Jia, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Tang Minghua lowered her head to change her shoes and asked in surprise.

"I can't sleep, how about watching some TV? Have you contacted the scholars from Penn?"

Ning Wanjia asked casually while eating fruit.

"Yes, I have to say that the scholars at Penn are much friendlier than those at Stanford. Of course, that may be because they are in the English department."

Tang Minghua changed her shoes and walked over here.

Hearing this, Ning Wanjia curled her lips.

What my mother meant by this is that scholars at the University of Pennsylvania who study liberal arts have high emotional intelligence and good personalities.

Those science professors at Stanford are straightforward, have no emotional intelligence, and only speak in a way that offends people.

"I went to the airport today and found something strange. Can you guess?"

Tang Minghua sat next to her daughter, looked at her delicate profile which had become much thinner, and suddenly said.

"what?"

Ning Wanjia asked subconsciously.

"The deputy director of the English Department of the University of Pennsylvania came to visit, partly because they were moved by the works of a Chinese writer, and they heard that the writer's name was Cheng..."

After saying this, Tang Minghua stared quietly at her daughter's eyes which reflected the light from the TV, and spoke in a vague tone.

"A Chinese writer? His name is Cheng?!"

Ning Wanjia frowned slightly and her eyes narrowed.

A name popped up in my mind, could it be Cheng Kaiyan?
"Haha, of course not him. His works cannot appear abroad."

Tang Minghua smiled and shook her head, revealing her daughter's thoughts.

"hehe."

Ning Wanjia looked calm, "What does this have to do with me?"

"is it?"

Tang Minghua smiled bitterly in her heart, wondering what to do.

If I had known that the boy was seriously injured and hospitalized, I should not have stopped Jia Jia from seeing him, or even forbade her to go to Jiang Ting's place.

It wouldn't have fallen into the current situation of "If I don't go, I'll be in a strange relationship. If I were to go, why didn't I go before?"

The daughter is caught in the middle.

"Peking University is the first organization to visit, and they will definitely come when the time comes. You should go and meet them, and don't be estranged from your third aunt."

"I just went to see my third aunt, he just came along as a bystander."

Ning Wanjia's voice was quite calm, but her heart was somewhat disturbed.

Somehow when she heard the news, the woman's sixth sense told her.

This person is most likely Cheng Kaiyan!
(End of this chapter)