Send me to the countryside? Turn around and make you homeless!

The old man said gently that over the years, few people would go against his wishes. It seemed that the content of this newspaper was something he could not see?

But today, he was interested and wanted to hear what was written on it.

He insisted, and the translator was embarrassed, fearing that what was written on it would upset the person in front of him, which he did not want to see.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Comrade Xiaolin, you're finally here."

Turning around and seeing Comrade Xiaolin, the translator's expression relaxed. This was a sign of being saved. He picked up the newspaper and showed it to Comrade Xiaolin: "I don't know how this newspaper got in here, and the leader asked me to read it to him."

He handed the newspaper to Comrade Kobayashi. Comrade Kobayashi knew Japanese and could understand what was written on it at a glance.

He laughed heartily: "It's okay. I asked someone to let this in. Leave it to me. You can get out first."

The translator was surprised and didn't know what Comrade Kobayashi's intention was in putting this newspaper in.

He thought it was normal that he didn't understand. If he understood, he wouldn't be just a small translator now, but would have become a leader long ago.

When he left, he thoughtfully closed the door, and the voices of the two leaders could be faintly heard from inside the door.

"Since you put it there, then read to me carefully what it says."

When they were young, they were comrades-in-arms and like-minded companions. They encountered a fork in the road and took different paths. But now, they are still on the same road, and they will always be.

Since he brought this newspaper to me, he must have his reasons.

"This is just an entertainment newspaper for Xiao Ri Ri, but you can pick it out from all these, so you must have noticed it..."

He pointed at the ornaments on the heads of celebrities in the newspaper, and his meaning was clear.

"This is something our ancestors left behind..."

The old man sighed. It had been so many years since he had seen such things. Today's China advocates simplicity and plainness. These things are called old and the four olds must be destroyed.

Some people might secretly hide these things at home, but it is absolutely impossible for them to be worn openly, let alone appear in front of him.

Are these things found on celebrities living a simple life? Were they stolen back then? Or were they secretly sold in recent years?

It's impossible, it doesn't look like it, not at all. These things don't look like real old things, they look more like new, newly made things that are more in line with people's aesthetics today.

Gorgeous and beautiful, really eye-catching.

Comrade Xiaolin put the newspaper aside and took out a document: "This is the result of the recent foreign exchange meetings."

China's foreign exchange reserves are not high, and every bit of foreign exchange is extremely precious to China.

The old man picked up the document and read it one by one. It was still the same as before. The main way to obtain foreign exchange was silk, tea, porcelain and other things. The low price depended on quantity.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a line of numbers.

"This and this?"

There was no need to say it explicitly, he already understood the meaning of his old friend's actions, and he fell into deep thought for a moment.

Kobayashi did not urge him, but just waited silently. He believed that the old friend in front of him was still as clear-headed as ever and would make the most correct choice.

After a long time, so long that it seemed like a century, the old man finally spoke: "Is my time running out?"

Xiaolin was speechless.

"Hey, I think this is pretty. I'll use this flower next to my coffin when the time comes."

If anyone else had heard these words, they would have stepped forward to comfort him, saying that the leader was in good health and could live another three to five years. However, it was Xiao Lin who was next to him. He nodded and said, "Yes, we'll use this when the time comes. It's suitable."

The two old men seemed to have made some insignificant decision and quickly changed the topic.

Even though he is about to die, his heart is still concerned about the whole of China.

......

Huayun Jewelry Factory received another order, an order for velvet flowers. It was not handled by Tan Yuan, nor was it an assigned task. Instead, it was conveyed directly by Zhang Xingguo, the factory director. The velvet flowers must be made by the best craftsmen in the factory, and as for the delivery time, of course, the sooner the better.

"Leave the other orders to others, but this one must be done well. This is the most important task for our factory right now."

Zhang Xingguo had a serious expression and asked Tan Yuan to get the drawings out first, the sooner the better.

The sooner the better. Most importantly, it wasn't a foreign exchange order, and it wasn't clear who placed it. Tan Yuan calculated the date, and a light bulb went off in her head. Could it be...

She took a deep breath. It seemed that the historical trajectory of her life would not change at all. What was supposed to happen would still happen as usual. She, a little butterfly, did not have such a big impact and could not change the big figures.

She nodded solemnly. "I'll have someone come over right away to discuss the blueprints. They're for the coffin, right? Then how about using chrysanthemums as the main theme? Any other requests?"

"Yes, we also need corsages, both for men and women. We need a lot of them. You guys..."

"We guarantee to complete the task, even if we have to work overtime, we will get it done as soon as possible."

Zhang Xingguo may not know the exact time, but Tan Yuan knows it. September 9th of this year is the day when that person passed away, and there is not much time left.

It would be a great honor if the velvet flowers produced by Huayun could be used. It would even be a new page in the family tree of everyone in the Huayun Jewelry Factory.

I know it in my heart, but I can't tell anyone else, no one. Tan Yuan just asks everyone to work overtime.

We draw the blueprints while working, without delaying either side. Now this is the most important thing in the entire factory.

She acted as if the factory was facing a life-or-death situation, which made everyone else nervous as well.

It’s just making velvet flowers. I’ve been dealing with this business all my life. Now that Director Tan needs it, I’ll just do it!

"I'm thinking about more than just velvet flowers. There are other techniques passed down by our ancestors. If there's anything that can be used, you should draw it for me. Use any good ideas you have. Make sure they are respectful, beautiful, and dignified."

solemn?

Chen Xuan and the others were all confused. They were full of respect and solemnity. Moreover, they had to combine multiple skills together. Isn't this embarrassing?

"Director, who are you doing this for? Some big shot? Who gave you a lot of foreign currency?"

If it weren't for the foreign exchange that was too much to refuse, how could Director Tan take it so seriously now?