Fu Hua raised his head in response, and couldn't help but stay for a while. The woman in front of him was really beautiful. No, she shouldn't be described as beautiful. Just beautiful is not enough to describe this woman. Pretty just means that this woman is good-looking. Not only does this woman look good, she also has an elegant temperament between her gestures. A word came into Fu Hua's mind, the country is beautiful and beautiful. Unexpectedly, there is such a stunner in Haichuan City.
The woman smiled when she saw that Fu Hua was in a daze. She probably had seen too many men with this kind of virtue in front of her, so she said calmly: "Sir..."
Fu Hua woke up and quickly stood up, let the woman walk in, and then sat down. After sitting down for a while, Fu Hua's mind has calmed down. It is no wonder that the ancients say that a beautiful smile can be confusing, and the amazing beauty of this woman in front of him does make men involuntarily have an urge to have her. Fu Hua was amused secretly, after all, he hadn't cultivated to the realm where his heart was still like water. But Fu Hua knows that such a gorgeous and indispensable woman is not something people of his identity can tolerate. At the same time, in order not to be moved by the beauty of a woman, he simply turned his head to the other side, saying that I would not look at it. Are you doing it
The plane began to take off, crawling upwards, and soon flew above the clouds and began to fly smoothly. Fu Hua breathed a sigh of relief. He pressed his ears. The eardrums hurt because of the change in the air pressure at the take-off of the plane.
The woman beside him loosened his seat belt. Fu Hua could feel that the woman seemed to be looking at him. He didn't dare to look back. He just touched the face near the woman with a guilty conscience. He was a little doubtful whether his face was wrong. Be careful of anything dirty.
It was the first time he felt so unconfident.
A woman may rarely see a man who is so self-sufficient in front of her. She is a woman with rich experience. She is used to seeing the mad bee and butterfly, and she feels that this kind of man who is not moved by female sex is precious, and she is curious. , There was the idea of talking with Fu Hua.
"Sir, are you going to Beijing to travel or work?" the woman asked with a smile.
Fu Hua didn't expect that a woman would take the initiative to talk to him. He glanced at the woman. This time he was mentally prepared in advance, and he acted calmly and smiled: "I was sent to work in Beijing."
"Does your unit have a branch in Beijing?"
"We have an office there. By the way, are you from Haichuan?" Fu Hua asked, because this woman speaks fluent Mandarin without the slightest Haichuan accent.
"I am a native Haichuan, why do you ask?"
"Because you don't speak any Haichuan accent."
"Haha, I have stayed in Beijing for a few years."
"What are you doing in Beijing?"
"Buy and sell."
Fu Hua laughed. The woman’s words for buying and selling were authentic Haichuan dialect, which made him feel a touch of cordiality. He said, “I’m going to Beijing this time to work in the Beijing Office of the Haichuan Municipal Government. One of the functions of the office is to serve Haichuan’s personnel working in Beijing. If you have any needs in the future, you can come to the Beijing office to find me."
The woman smiled, neither saying good nor bad.
The theory of relativity is well said, and the time with beautiful women will pass very quickly, and the plane will arrive in Beijing while talking and laughing. After walking out of the bridge and taking the luggage they had checked in, Fu Hua smiled and said to the woman next to him: "I have someone to pick me up, do you want to send it to you?"
The woman shook her head gracefully: "I have someone to pick me up, too."
"Then goodbye," Fu Hua said, reaching out to the woman.
The woman shook the tip of Fu Hua's hand lightly: "Goodbye."
Fu Hua went out and soon saw Lin Xi who was coming to pick him up. The two shook hands, and Lin Xi took Fu Hua's luggage and said, "Director Fu, the car is outside, let's go. "
The two of them walked out of the domestic arrival hall and got into the Audi car outside. When getting in the car, Fu Hua noticed that the woman got in a very luxurious BMW 750Li. He said that this woman really had some background, and then he thought of talking. After a long time, I even forgot to ask the woman's name, and I felt a little regretful.
The Beijing Office of Haichuan is located in Ju'er Hutong in the northwest of Beijing's Dongcheng District. It rents a small courtyard house.
Ju'er Hutong has a long history. It is said that it was built in Ming Dynasty and belonged to Zhaohui Jinggongfang, known as Ju'er Hutong. In the Qing Dynasty, it was inlaid with a yellow flag, and it was called Juer Hutong during the Qianlong period. It was called Ju'er Hutong during the Xuantong period. Said in the Republic of China. The No. 3 courtyard, No. 5 courtyard and No. 7 courtyard here are the residence of the Governor-General of Qing Zhili. No. 3 courtyard is an ancestral hall, No. 5 courtyard is a residence, and No. 7 courtyard is a garden. It was designated as a cultural relic protection unit in Dongcheng District in 1986. Courtyard 41 was originally a temple. According to legend, the monk who opened the mountain in the temple was the emperor's substitute monk.
Ju'er Hutong is one of the few hutongs in Beijing that still has a unique style. It was transformed by Mr. Wu Liangyong of Tsinghua University in Beijing in the early 1990s in an organic way to ensure privacy and ensure the residents. At the same time as modern life needs, it uses connectors and small span courtyards to form a group with traditional courtyard houses, retaining the spiritual core of traditional Chinese residences that value neighborhood friendship, and retaining the neighborhood feelings contained in traditional Chinese residences. Because of this transformation style, he also won the United Nations World Habitat Award.
Fu Hua has been here with Qu Wei before. He really likes this transformation method that preserves the original urban texture, especially the original old trees during the transformation. The courtyard is built on the old trees, adding a sense of quaintness and vitality. .
Although he has been here before, Fu Hua has never lived here. Although it has been transformed, it is not as luxurious and convenient as a hotel. Therefore, Qu Wei brought Fu Hua to Beijing and usually stayed in an outside hotel. Only the staff of the office and the general cadres who come to Beijing will live here.
When he arrived at the office, Lin Xi led Fu Hua to a bedroom and said, "It turns out that Director Guo lives in this house. If Director Fu has no comments, please live in this house."
Fu Hua looked at the interior of the room and could see that it had undergone a small renovation. He knew that many leaders were taboo to use things they had previously appointed, including offices and residences, but Fu Hua didn’t believe this, so he said : "Very good, I will live here."
A sly smile flashed across Lin Xi's face: "Director Fu, is the office work handed over to you now?"
Lin Xi's sly smile didn't escape Fu Hua's eyes. He knew that his assistant probably expected him to live in this room. It was so early that he could take his place. Fu Hua sneered inwardly, Lin Xi, if you do your job honestly, I won't embarrass you. If you still want to deal with me as a few of my predecessors, but you are looking for death on your own, then don't blame me for being rude to you.
However, Fu Hua hadn't considered how to surrender Lin Xi in his heart, so he smiled and said, "I'm already very tired by flying. Let's talk about something tomorrow." Lin Xi smiled and said, "Then you should rest first. I will report to you tomorrow."
Lin Xi went out, Fu Hua opened his luggage and began to put the books he had brought on the table. His luggage is very simple, except for the books, it is some personal clothes, which will be arranged in a few minutes.
A young man knocked on the door and walked in, smiling and shaking hands with Fu Hua: "Welcome, Director Fu. I just had something to do, but I didn't pick you up at the airport."
Fu Hua knew this young man. He was Luo Yu, the office director of the Beijing Office. He patted Luo Yu on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Xiao Luo, we haven't seen you someday, are we still writing poetry?"
Luo Yu was a poet in the campus poetry club when he was a university student. When he first started working, he read his poems aloud in several activities of the city government, so Fu Hua knew he was a poet.
Luo Yu smiled bitterly: "Who still writes poems in this era?"
Yes, people in this era are focused on money and interests. Who cares about poems? Another poet died, Fu Hua said in his heart.
Fu Hua doesn't know how to evaluate this matter. In his heart, he still hopes that an increasingly utilitarian society can retain a little romance and innocence in poetry. He smiled and said: "Be persistent and don't give up your ideals so easily."
"Don't talk about it," Luo Yu looked at the room, "Is there anything I can help?"
Fu Hua shook his head: "My things are very simple, they are all set."
Luo Yu saw the book that Fu Hua had brought, and smiled and walked over and looked at it: "Gang Jian Yi Zhi Lu, or a thread-bound version, wow, Director Fu, do you read such a profound book?"
Fu Hua smiled: "It's just a brief history of China, not esoteric."
Luo Yu said: "The history teacher in my university told me that this summary of the book is written for the ancient emperor, and it contains some university questions on how to manage the country."
Fu Hua said: "It's just talking about some Confucian principles. What is loyal, filial, courtesy, and righteous does not necessarily have practical significance to us."
"Yes, many people in today's society don't believe these. Some people are unscrupulous in order to fight for their own interests." Luo Yu shook his head and said.
Fu Hua glanced at Luo Yu. He felt that Luo Yu seemed to have something in his words, and he seemed to remind himself to guard against certain people. This poet is not so innocent.
At present, the only thing he needs to guard against is Lin Xi. Luo Yu probably reminded himself of this. It seems that the poet is a force he can trust.
Fu Hua smiled: "In fact, no one in this world is stupid than anyone else. Those who calculate others may not be able to get cheap, don't you think, Ronaldinho?"
Luo Yu smiled and nodded: "Director Fu understands the world."
"What are you laughing at?" A woman opened the door and walked in.
"Sister Liu, shouldn't it, I have been in the office for a long time before you showed up." Fu Hua joked that this woman is Liu Fang, the head of the office's reception. Liu Fang originally worked in the municipal government office, and Fu Hua often came into contact with her because of his work relationship, and they were familiar with each other.
Liu Fang said: "Fu Mi, you can blame this. I was sent by Director Lin to deliver the documents. By the way, you should not be called Fu Mi anymore, Director Fu, you are welcome to lead our office. "
Fu Hua said: "Whether the leader does not lead, everyone will work together in the future, and we must be more considerate of each other."
That night, Lin Xi took Liu Fang and Luo Yu to meet Fu Hua at the nearby Wuliang Restaurant. During the dinner, Fu Hua tweeted that he was a little tired and didn’t drink much wine, but the atmosphere on the table was not bad. Everyone talked about Beijing. The anecdote with Haichuan happily breaks up.
That was the end of Fu Hua's first day at the Beijing Office.