Marriage of the Republic of China

When he arrived at the hotel, Bai Hanchen told Rong Yulin what his father had told him, and seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he planned to return to the company.

"Han Chen, sit down for a while, I have a few words I want to say to you." Rong Youlin kept him.

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Bai Hanchen took the coffee cup handed over by the other party.Rong Yulin went back to the table, took out an information bag from the drawer, and handed it to Bai Hanchen.Although his body shape is not visible, Bai Hanchen can see his cautious thoughts from his movements.

Just when Bai Hanchen raised his hand to pick up the information bag, Rong Yulin didn't let go immediately: "Don't talk casually when you go out, as long as you have a plan in your heart."

Bai Hanchen was taken aback for a moment, looked down, and noticed that there was a torn seal on the back of the document bag, with the words "Top Secret" written on it.He opened the file bag and took out a stack of materials from it——the German coded translation.

He looked carefully for a while, and found that this was a negotiation between the top leaders of Germany and Italy on the division of Europe and North Africa.The document also mentions that another ally of theirs is eager to try and prepare to invade the entire Asia with the national power of that tiny country.

"We're going to war." Bai Hanchen stamped all the documents, put them in his bag and handed them back to Rong Youlin, "It's as expected."

Rong Youlin nodded: "Yes, but no one knows when they are going to do it. Hanchen, I have mentioned to your father several times to deal with the property that should be dealt with, but he is always undecided."

"Half of my life's blood and sweat has been sprinkled on the land of China, and the root is here. If you tell him to go, he will definitely be reluctant." Bai Hanchen's tone was exactly the same as that of Bai Yukun, "And my mother, I heard her talk to my father the other day, No matter how chaotic it is in the future, after death, I will be buried in the ancestral grave of the Bai family, and I will never go outside to be a wandering ghost."

Rong Youlin sighed softly, his beautiful face dimmed with worry: "Han Chen, you are a sensible person, seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster is the foresight that a businessman should have. In this matter, I don't think anyone can It should be left to chance.”

After pondering for a moment, Bai Hanchen said: "I think the business of the Tianjin branch should be transferred out first. As long as there is a port, it doesn't matter where you do it."

"Yes, Yukun also said the same thing, but that's only a small part."

"It's enough to support this big family, don't worry about it."

"Hanchen, it's not about money, it's about your father's hard work." Rong Yulin's tone was a little sharp, "No matter how long the war is, the war will end one day, but when everything subsides, it will definitely end." It's devastated. Is Yukun willing to let the war destroy the industry that Yukun spent half his life building?"

Bai Hanchen slightly misplaced his eyes: "Then what do you mean?"

Rong Youlin immediately said: "Sell what should be sold. When the war is over and you come back, you will have the capital to make a comeback."

"My arsenal has just laid the foundation." Bai Hanchen smiled with his head down, drank his coffee and stood up, "Mr. Rong, I know that you are a visionary, but your way of avoiding disaster may be a common practice of foreigners. here--"

He pointed out the window, which was the world where he was born.

"Even if a fight really blows up the road, I, Bai Hanchen, can push the bullets to the front line even if I push them with my hands."

At noon, I went to Zhou Yunfei's small courtyard for dinner, and when Fu Wenge entered the door, he saw a shirtless man poked on the roof.The wheat-colored skin was soaked in sweat under the sun, and the muscles were rounded from the shoulders, and the knots on the back undulated powerfully with the movements.

"Oh, if this is dissected, it must be exciting."

Zhou Yunfei's emotion made Fu Wenge feel horrified instantly, and asked with a frown, "What are you thinking?"

"Did I say something wrong? Have you forgotten those heavy smokers you saw when you visited the dissection room? I even suspect that their muscles have completely melted away." Zhou Yunfei lightly shrugged and shouted at the kitchen: " Aunt Fang! Is the meal ready? You're starving to death!"

"Okay, okay." Aunt Fang came out of the kitchen, put the noodle soup on the small table in the middle of the courtyard, and turned to greet the people working on the roof, "Boss, are you done with your work?"

"Not so far."

The man poked his head out from the room, blinking and dripping sweat.This is a young but mature face, and the hard work of bearing the burden of the family early is engraved in the amber eyes.He shrugged his nose, smiled shyly at the three college students who were looking down at him, and turned around to continue working.

"It's really strong." Chen Xiaomo muttered, then turned around and sat down on the stool to pick up the chopsticks.Seeing that Fu Wenge and Zhou Yunfei were still standing, he asked, "Aren't you two going to eat?"

"Eat, I'm starving to death." Fu Wenge pulled the stool and sat down.

Zhou Yunfei glanced at the roof again, sat down, picked up noodles with chopsticks, and asked, "Aunt Fang, is this your son?"

"Ah, my boss, didn't you say yesterday that you asked someone to cover the roof? I see it's sunny today, so hurry up and ask him to come over." Aunt Fang poured a spoonful of eggplant into Zhou Yunfei's bowl.

Zhou Yunfei squinted at the roof again: "Tell him to come down and eat together."

Aunt Fang smiled helplessly: "Hey, he has a thin skin, and he can't sit still eating with strangers. If you eat your food, leave him alone. I'll leave it for him in the kitchen."

"Aunt Fang, give me another spoonful of brine." Fu Wenge handed over the bowl, "Your craftsmanship is really good."

Aunt Fang said happily: "If you like to eat, come here more."

"Well, I'll pay you for the food later." Fu Wenge said, watching Zhou Yunfei staring at the noodles thoughtfully, and tapping his bowl with his chopsticks, "Hurry up and eat, it will be lumpy in a while."

"Oh, there are too many noodles, Xiaomo, share some with you."

Zhou Yunfei set aside half a bowl of noodles.Chen Xiaomo's size is really not in vain, his appetite is twice as much as his.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, Zhou Yunfei reached out and tapped the back of the man who squatted on the ground with bald noodles.The other party turned around, his mouth full of noodles.After just one glance, Mai Se's face turned red, and her well-defined eyelids quickly drooped down.

He was afraid that the smell of sweat on his body would suffocate the young master in front of him, so he moved back a little to the wrong position.

Zhou Yunfei squatted down, at eye level with him: "Hey, what's your name?"

He didn't see it clearly from a distance, but when he observed it closely, he found that the other party's hair was not a stubble shaved against the scalp, but a little curly, and each hair was stubbornly attached to the scalp superior.

Swallowing the noodles in his mouth, the guy said nervously, "He Da."

"He Da? Is this a nickname?" Zhou Yunfei smiled.

"My family and my master call me that. My name is He Lang, sunny Lang." Being stared at by Zhou Yunfei without any scruples, He Lang was embarrassed to eat, holding the bowl, his eyes flickering back and forth.

Zhou Yunfei tilted his head and rested his chin, and asked, "How many years have you studied?"

"I haven't finished high school, my father is gone, my family is poor, and I can't afford it."

"Since you can read and write, you can go to the store and be the guy on the counter. Why do you have to do physical work?"

"This one earns more money, and you can learn the craft." Horang paused, "Carpenter, bricklayer, house builder, well, I know how to do it, and I can also do painting work."

"Hey, then you can go back and repaint the courtyard. I think a lot of wood has been painted badly." Zhou Yunfei raised his chin in his hand, "Eat, don't mind me, I'm full."

He Lang smiled embarrassingly, cleaned the noodles in the bowl in two bites, turned around and soaked the bowl in the steaming wooden basin, and quickly picked up the coat that was on the edge of the stove and put it on.Coarse gowns are extremely simple to cut, with no shoulders or sleeves.But on his clothes hanger-like body, it looks quite pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Yunfei also stood up, but his feet became numb, and he wobbled for a while, looking as if he was about to fall on the stove.He Lang hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his arm, through the blue-gray uniform fabric, he felt that the skeletal muscles under his hand were several circles smaller than his own.

Being held by that powerful big hand, Zhou Yunfei's heart skipped a beat, but he forgot to say thank you.

"Boss!" Aunt Fang's displeased voice sounded from behind, "Hands are so dirty, you should wash someone's clothes if they get dirty!"

He Lang quickly let go of his hand and looked at his mother a little embarrassedly.Zhou Yunfei took the opportunity to glance at his hands, they were not dirty, they were well washed.When he regained some feeling in his feet, he nodded to Aunt Fang and He Lang respectively, turned around and limped towards the front yard.

When Zhou Yunfei walked a little distance away, Aunt Fang slapped her son's arm with the broom in her hand, and reprimanded her son in a low voice: "Don't move those crooked eyes, he is a golden phoenix, and he has to fall on the sycamore branches, and he will fall on the sycamore branches. Can I lay eggs in your chicken coop?"

He Lang hurriedly argued: "Mom, I didn't—"

"It's best if you don't! Put your eyeballs in their sockets to watch!"

Aunt Fang said, looking at Zhou Yunfei's back with worry, and sighed silently.Just when she watched Zhou Yunfei glance over the room from time to time at the dinner table, she felt a sudden thump in her heart.She is someone who has experienced it, so she naturally knows what is in those eyes.

The son is honest and honest, with one intestine going straight up and down.She is also at a strong and strong age, and the rich young master of Zhenjiao has taken a fancy to her. If there is another story, the backbone of her family will be broken.

After sleeping drowsily for a day and a night, Bai Hanyu finally woke up.He closed his eyes and endured the pain, licked his dry lips, and called softly: "Zhao Xier... bring me some saliva..."

After a while, the teacup was brought to his mouth, the temperature of the tea was slightly higher than body temperature, and the entrance was just right.Slightly clearer, Bai Hanyu smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and suddenly felt swelling and pain in his forehead, and his stomach suddenly turned into a mouthful of sour water.

Before he could get up, he vomited on the pillow.Seeing Yan Guilan, she hurriedly put down the teacup, took off the handkerchief to help him wipe the corners of his mouth, and then covered the wet part of the pillow with the dirty handkerchief.

She yelled out the door: "Zhao Xier, change the pillowcase quickly."

From the moment he smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, Bai Hanyu knew that it was his wife who was guarding by the bed.Yan Guilan likes to smoke dried osmanthus in a clothes box, so she always smells of osmanthus.He didn't feel much when he smelled it before, but today it was so strong that he felt nauseated.

Zhao Xier came in to change the pillowcase, Bai Hanyu lay on it, opened his eyes and saw his wife, and turned his head to the other side.Lost heart, no face to face.It was he who was sorry for her, but she could still stay by the bed and serve him. This kind of love, I am afraid that she will not be able to repay it in the next life.

"Guilan..." He sighed heavily, "Don't be nice to me, I'm not worthy..."

Yan Guilan silently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sniffed lightly: "Hanyu, tell me, what exactly do you hate about me?"

"I'm really—" Bai Hanyu gritted his teeth, endured the pain and half propped up his body, looked up at his wife with a begging attitude, "It's not your problem, it's me—I—I'm just a fucking Waste! Guilan, please, don't wait any longer, I really can't give you anything!"

Yan Guilan frowned, and looked at her husband puzzledly. After a while, she finally saw some clues from those shame-filled eyes.She began to tremble and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.Bai Hanyu's heart was pierced by his wife's loss of mind, and he felt that the pain in his chest was mixed with the pain in his back, piercing through his internal organs and piercing his lower abdomen sharply.

In the blink of an eye, large beads of sweat rolled down.He pulled his hand to press his abdomen, arched his back to endure the pain, completely ignoring that this would tear the wound——

This strange pain was far worse than a horsewhip on his body.

TBC

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