Chapter 334 Stupid
Song Yuanchao never thought that the real reason why Lu Hairong came to him to talk about this matter was to help him make the final choice. Or, although Lu Hairong had made up his mind, he still hoped that someone could cheer him up because of the remaining concerns in his heart.
Song Yuanchao didn't know what to say for a moment. He had to admit that Lu Hairong made the right decision to come to him to talk about this matter. If there was anyone in the world who could give Lu Hairong the best advice, it would probably be Song Yuanchao.
In the end, Song Yuanchao gave Lu Hairong a suggestion that he approved of. This answer made Lu Hairong very excited, because in his opinion, Song Yuanchao's approval was an approval of his decision, and it also strengthened his belief.
In fact, Song Yuanchao also knew that no matter how he answered, Lu Hairong would eventually take this step. Although Lu Hairong rarely spoke and was shy, it was difficult for outsiders to change his decision once he made it. Instead of doing this, it would be better to go with the flow and give Lu Hairong more encouragement, which would be better for his future choice of studying abroad.
Lu Hairong planned to study in the United States instead of Japan, which is separated by a sea. Although China and Japan are now advocating friendship and the two countries are in the honeymoon period, many people have gone to Japan to study in recent years.
Because Lu Hairong studied economics, he felt that compared with Japan, the United States across the ocean was better in this area and could also provide him with a better opportunity to study.
Lu Hairong's English was pretty good. Unlike Song Yuanchao and others, Lu Hairong and Li Xiaoyun were both fresh graduates who were admitted to the Imperial University of Peking, so they had some basic knowledge of English. Moreover, in his first and second years of university, Lu Hairong had already studied English on his own. Although his spoken English was not so good, his written English was still okay.
Studying abroad at your own expense nowadays is different from that of later times. In addition, in this era, Sino-US relations are very good, and private exchanges are very convenient. With Lu Hairong's identity as a student at Imperial University of Peking, it is easy to get a visa from the United States. After arriving there, you will first take a year of preparatory courses, and after passing the language barrier, you can pass the exam and officially enroll.
As for the cost, Lu Hairong had also considered it. His family could afford the air tickets, and he could work part-time and get scholarships to support his study and life there. Nowadays, there are not many restrictions on students working part-time. The US government has not yet introduced laws to restrict Chinese students from working part-time. From the current point of view, it is tacitly allowed. It was not until later, due to the hot trend of going abroad, a large number of so-called "students" worked part-time there for a living, that this changed.
Lu Hairong's decision to study abroad is a secret between him and Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao will not tell anyone until all the procedures are completed.
But it won't be too long. If everything goes well, in two months Lu Hairong will be able to embark on the road of studying, leaving the land where he was born and raised and heading to the other side of the ocean.
Lu Hairong told Song Yuanchao firmly that he would come back to serve his motherland after completing his studies, but Song Yuanchao did not take his words too seriously, because many people's mentality changed before and after going abroad. But as a classmate and friend, Song Yuanchao hoped that Lu Hairong could fulfill his wish, and it didn't matter whether he stayed there or returned to his country in the future.
Time flies, and it is late September in the blink of an eye.
With the National Day approaching, there is gradually a festive atmosphere outside. All units and departments are preparing to welcome the arrival of this important festival, and the Lin family and the Luo family are also preparing for the wedding of Lin Yuhang and Luo Lin, because their wedding is scheduled on National Day.
The suits, wedding dresses and jewelry that Song Yuanchao specially brought for Lin Yuhang and Luo Lin arrived early along with home appliances. Song Yuanchao's preparation of the gifts surprised Lin Yuhang and Luo Lin very much, and even Lin Daoyuan and Chen Yuqin were very happy despite being surprised.
Due to the family background of the Lin and Luo families, Lin Yuhang and Luo Lin's wedding would not be a grand affair. At best, they would invite some close relatives and friends. In addition, there would be comrades and colleagues of both the newlyweds.
Of course, there will definitely be uninvited guests. Given the status and position of both Lin Yuhang and Luo Yanhua, it is possible that some people will come to congratulate them on their own initiative. Taking this into consideration, Song Yuanchao directly proposed to hold the wedding in his villa owned by Mu Zhang'a.
The place is big and can be arranged in a spacious way. In addition, it is my own home, which is much more suitable than hiring a restaurant to hold the banquet. As for the chef problem, it is also easy to solve. With the relationship between the Lin family and the Luo family, there is no shortage of good chefs. Invite a famous chef to take charge, and everything will be solved, right?
Song Yuanchao's suggestion was quickly agreed by everyone, especially after Luo Yanhua and Lin Daoyuan personally visited Mu Zhang'a's villa, they were extremely satisfied with the place . They even smiled in front of Lin Daoyuan and said that Old Lin had found a good son-in-law and owned such a big mansion. This can be regarded as entering socialism in advance, and Lin Yan will enjoy a happy life when she gets married in the future.
Facing Luo Yanhua's teasing, Lin Daoyuan was not angry. He smiled and said that this was Lin Yan's ability. Besides, it was not wronged for Luo Lin to marry Lin Yuhang. Not to mention the house and other things, the electrical appliances prepared by Song Yuanchao for them were the first in the whole of Yanjing. In a sense, the old man Luo Yanhua got a great advantage. Before his own daughter could enjoy it, his daughter Luo Lin had already enjoyed it.
The two old friends burst into laughter. They had been friends and neighbors and now became relatives. This was double happiness. In their hearts, it was really good to have good children, and it was really happy to see their children happy. Isn't this the case now?
While Lin Daoyuan and Luo Yanhua were sitting in Song Yuanchao's study, drinking tea and appreciating the calligraphy and paintings that Song Yuanchao had carefully collected over the past two years, and chatting leisurely about their children's marriage arrangements, on the other side of Dazhalan not far away, Zhao Minglei, who was always calm and self-proclaimed to be elegant, lost his usual composure.
In the most central area of Dazhalan, there is a store that is larger than Xiao Qiao's storefront. Behind the store is a house. Zhao Minglei is inside now. He did not go into the house, but was walking around in circles in the yard anxiously.
Zhao Minglei was like this more than an hour ago, and he is still like this now.
After turning around several circles, he stopped and looked in the direction ahead. Seeing that the person had not come back yet, he continued to turn around, feeling like an ant on hot pan.
I don't know how long it had been, but suddenly I heard a burst of hurried footsteps. Zhao Minglei subconsciously turned his head to look. When he saw Lao Xiong running in hurriedly, his face suddenly lit up with joy and he hurried forward.
"How's it going? Have you picked up the goods?"
"What the hell!" As the National Day was approaching, the weather in Yanjing had started to get a little cold, but Lao Xiong was sweating all the way here, and his big face was covered in oil.
"Didn't mention it?" Zhao Minglei was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Is the train late? Have you asked the station?"
"It's not late. I've asked around, and our goods are not on this train at all." Old Bear shook his head.
"That's impossible! According to the schedule, it should have arrived today. It wasn't mentioned yesterday, so it should have arrived today. Could there be a problem with the car scheduling along the way?" Zhao Minglei asked anxiously.
"You ask me, how should I know? Wasn't this arranged by you?" Lao Xiong rolled his eyes at Zhao Minglei. He had run to the train station several times in the past few days and waited for several hours each time. After all the trouble, he still hadn't seen a single hair and was very unhappy.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Zhao Minglei said blankly. The goods that had been arranged should have arrived three days ago, but something went wrong this time. The goods were not even picked up today. This cast a shadow over Zhao Minglei's heart.
"Uncle Zhao, you'd better contact the shipping department as soon as possible. I always feel that this...something is not right." Lao Xiong suggested from the side. This kind of thing has never happened before, but this time it is very abnormal. There was no delivery of the goods for several days. This situation made Lao Xiong's heart beat fast. He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"What nonsense are you talking about? There will definitely be no problem with the big boss from Hong Kong. I guess something went wrong in the process of coming here from the south. This kind of thing is not impossible. Don't worry, relax, I'll go ask first." Although Zhao Minglei also felt a little uneasy in his heart, he still refuted Lao Xiong directly and comforted himself at the same time.
"Mr. Zhao, then you should ask as soon as possible. Don't forget that the deposit for this batch of goods is not small, and most of it is the advance payment collected from the customers. If the goods arrive at the customers' side late, it will be a big trouble." Lao Xiong reminded from the side.
"Okay, I got it. Don't worry. There will be no problem with the big boss in Hong Kong. Wait for my news." Zhao Minglei replied to Lao Xiong impatiently, then turned around and left. Seeing Zhao Minglei leave until his back disappeared, Lao Xiong couldn't help but spit in the direction where he left, looking very dissatisfied, and swearing a few words.
After leaving Dazhalan, Zhao Minglei went straight to the nearest telephone office. After waiting in line for a long time, it was finally his turn. He picked up the phone, took out his notebook, and called Mr. Steven using the number on it.
The phone rang a few times and then someone picked up the phone. It was a woman's voice.
"Hello! Hello! Is Mr. Steven there? I'm Zhao Minglei from Yanjing! I'm looking for Mr. Steven!" The international long-distance call signal was not very good, and there were bursts of electric sound in the receiver. Zhao Minglei shouted at the top of his voice.
The woman who answered the phone spoke Cantonese quickly and urgently. To Zhao Minglei's ears, it sounded no different from the chirping of birds. He couldn't understand what she was saying at all.
Zhao Minglei had no choice but to ask the other party to speak slower. It took him a long time to guess what the other party meant. It seemed that he was telling Zhao Minglei that he had dialed the wrong number.
"Wrong number? That's impossible!" Zhao Minglei was stunned. He took out the notebook with the phone numbers in his hand and reported the number. He checked with the other party and the phone number was obviously correct.
"If Mr. Steven is not here, Miss Ruth will do. Is Miss Ruth here?" Zhao Minglei continued to ask the person on the other end of the phone.
The woman who answered the phone continued to talk in a babble, saying something about Mr. Steven and Miss Ruth. There were no such people here, and Zhao Minglei must have dialed the wrong number. She told him not to call again, and if he did, she would call the police.
Finally, the woman who answered the phone was very angry and called Zhao Minglei a "bastard from the north". She hung up the phone without waiting for Zhao Minglei to continue explaining. When the beeping sound came from the receiver, Zhao Minglei felt sick and stood there with his eyes wide open holding the microphone.
