Fu Hua nodded and said, "I understand."
Sun Yong said: "Xiao Fu, when Mayor Qu suggested that you work in the Beijing Office, I very much agree. I know that you are competent in all aspects. The facts have proved that you have also done a good job in the Beijing Office. The city is now investing 20 million yuan in the Beijing Office, just to think you can take the Beijing Office to the next level. By the way, what are your plans on how to use the 20 million yuan?"
Fu Hua smiled and said: "I'm just about to report to Secretary Sun. According to the current development situation in Beijing, the office initially envisages to purchase land and build a star hotel on the basis of 20 million yuan. The hotel is divided into three parts, one is located in The Beijing Office has offices, part of the accommodation, and part of a Haichuan-style restaurant, which is convenient for contacting people of Haichuan origin in Beijing.
Sun Yong's eyes lit up: "It is not enough to build a star hotel with 20 million yuan. What do you plan to do with other funds?"
Fu Hua said: "I want to use the purchased land as a mortgage loan in two steps. This can solve the bulk of the fund. No matter the fund is insufficient, I want to find a partner."
Sun Yong nodded appreciatively: "Little Fu, I did not misunderstand you. Work hard and you will see your achievements in the organization."
Fu Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Secretary Sun, for your support."
Sun Yong said: "Let's do it today, I'm a little tired."
Fu Hua said: "Then Secretary Sun, take a good rest, I will go out first."
After walking out of Sun Yong's room, Fu Hua felt that his back was cold and wet with cold sweat. This Sun Yong is really hard to deal with, but fortunately, he is dealing with it decently.
In the next two days, Sun Yong was in a meeting, and Fu Hua didn't dare to relax a little bit. After running, he arranged three meals for Sun Yong and was always waiting for Sun Yong's dispatch.
At the end of the meeting, Sun Yong finished his meal at the meeting and said to Fu Hua who had taken him to the hotel: "Tomorrow you will prepare and meet with Mr. Zheng."
Fu Hua said: "Okay."
Early the next morning, Fu Hua rushed to the Peace Hotel, picked up Sun Yong and Feng Shun, and rushed to Zheng's home. Although Zheng Lao might not accept gifts, Fu Hua still prepared some Haichuan's souvenirs to take. It's not surprising that many people are courteous, but if you go empty-handed, you won't be embarrassed.
Zheng Lao's home is a courtyard house, and the little nanny led the three into it. Mr. Zheng is over eighty years old, his hair is white, but his face is rosy, he is full of energy, and he is very healthy, with a childlike appearance.
Old Zheng smiled and shook hands with the three of them. He had met Sun Yong and Feng Shun before, but had never met Fu Hua, so when he shook hands with Fu Hua, he asked, "This is?"
Fu Hua smiled and said: "Old Zheng, hello, I am the new director of the Beijing Office of Haichuan City, and my name is Fu Hua. I have never come to see you since I took office. I am really sorry.
Old Zheng smiled and said, "If you don't want to visit, you don't have to be so troublesome. You have to be busy with your work. My old man also likes to be quiet. Everyone is busy. It's great."
Sun Yong said with a smile: "How can it be done? Mr. Zheng is a revolutionary predecessor. Those of us younger generations should come to ask for help."
Old Zheng smiled and said, "Please, I'm old, now I close the door and write memoirs or something, and ignore everything else. Don't stand up, just sit down."
After sitting down, Sun Yong asked about Zheng Lao's physical condition, and after some gossip, the two sides lost the topic, and the atmosphere became dull. In order to break this dullness, Fu Hua smiled and asked: "Old Zheng, I just heard Old Zheng you say that you are writing a memoir?"
Zheng Lao said: "It's not a memoir, that is, there are some fragments in the memory. I am older and have incomplete information. I can't remember many things."
Fu Hua said: "Speaking of information, I have a letter in hand. It is a correspondence between the East China Sea base area and Yan'an during the War of Liberation. I just took it out today to ask Mr. Zheng for advice."
Old Zheng smiled and glanced at Fu Hua, and asked, "Take it out and let me have a look?"
Fu Hua took out the letter he had received with 100 yuan in Panjiayuan that day. In fact, when he received this letter, Fu Hua noticed that it was a letter sent from Yan'an to the East China Sea base. At that time, he thought of Zheng Lao. Because he knew the history of Zheng Lao, Zheng Lao was already a senior general in the East China Sea at that time. Fu Hua believed that Zheng Lao must know Xu Ming who wrote the letter or the Hua who received the letter. Even if he did not know him, he would be aroused by it. Memories of the years of war.
This letter may not be a valuable gift, but it can be used as a good stepping stone to close the relationship with Zheng Lao.
Mr. Zheng did not take the letter very seriously, and while looking at the letter from a distance, he smiled and said, "I am in good health now, except that my eyes are blurred. I look at things..."
As he talked, Mr. Zheng stopped abruptly, turned around and shouted at the back room: "Old lady, hurry up, get my glasses."
An old lady in her seventies came out from the back room and said, "Old Zheng, what are you doing so surprised?"
It seemed that the old lady was Mrs. Zheng's wife. Sun Yong and the other three stood up and greeted with a smile: "Hello, Auntie."
The old lady waved her hand very gracefully: "Don't be so polite, you can sit down."
Elder Zheng on the side said anxiously: "Give me the flower glasses."
The old lady handed the flower glasses to Elder Zheng, muttering: "What did you see, so anxious?"
Elder Zheng put on the transformation and looked at the envelope. His hands began to tremble. He took out the letter paper and looked at it: "Yes, yes. Old lady, look at this letter."
While talking, Fu Hua noticed that Zheng's eyes were wet.
The old lady also took the dazzling glasses, read the letter, then turned to look at Mrs. Zheng, and said, "This was what you wrote to Sister Hua back then?"
Old Zheng said in a choked voice: "Yes, Zhang Hua has been sacrificed for more than fifty years, and I can still see this letter again."
The old lady looked at Sun Yong and the others, and asked, "How did you get this letter?"
Sun Yong looked at Fu Hua, and Fu Hua quickly said: "That's right. I visited Panjiayuan a few days ago and saw that this letter is related to our Donghai Province. Secretary Sun also often carried out revolutionary traditions on our cadres in Haichuan City. Doctrine education felt that this was a revolutionary cultural relic, so it was purchased."
Elder Zheng looked at Sun Yong and said: "Xiao Sun is not bad, nowadays comrades seldom pay attention to revolutionary traditional education."
Seeing Mr. Zheng praise himself, Sun Yong smiled happily, and said: "There is no predecessor like Mr. Zheng who has risen in revolution. How can we have a beautiful day today? We must not forget this revolutionary tradition."
Mr. Zheng looked at Fu Hua again and asked, "Little Fu, can you tell me the specific circumstances of your acquisition of this letter?"
Fu Hua didn't expect Zheng Lao to react so much to this letter. He was taken aback and said: "That's it, Zheng Lao, I was walking around the ghost market with a friend at the time. He was optimistic about a stall with purple gold and black glaze I am not interested in porcelain. I happened to see an envelope on this stall. At first I noticed the border post on the envelope, and then I read the content of the letter. I was deeply moved by the revolutionary romanticism in the letter. , I bought it immediately."
Old Zheng smiled: "What kind of revolutionary romanticism, just a love letter. What does the stall owner look like?"
Fu Hua recalled for a while and said: "It's just a man in his thirties with a very ordinary appearance. I didn't pay much attention at the time."
Old Zheng said: "It seems that there is no clue to follow up."
Fu Hua looked at Mr. Zheng and asked, "I noticed that the letter was signed by Xu Ming. I didn't expect this Xu Ming to be you."
Zheng Lao said: "Xu Ming is my pseudonym. At that time, many comrades used pseudonyms for fear of implicating their families. At that time, I was sent to Yan'an to study in the base area, and Zhang Hua stayed in the base area to continue fighting. Not long after this letter was sent Zhang Hua was killed in a battle with the Kuomintang army, and this letter was also lost. Originally, Zhang Hua and I were preparing to get married when I returned to the base area after studying. This is a regret in my life. I didn’t take good care of Zhang. China."
The old lady said: "Don't say that, Lao Zheng, it's my fault. At that time, Sister Hua blocked a bullet for me and sacrificed."
It turned out that the old lady and Zhang Hua were comrades-in-arms. Zhang Hua saw a bullet shot at the old lady and pushed her away, but unfortunately he was shot and killed. Later, because of gratitude, the old lady took care of Mr. Zheng's life in place of Zhang Hua. After coming and going, the two developed feelings and finally came together.
Old Zheng looked at the old lady and said, "This letter suddenly appeared in front of me today. Does Zhang Hua want to say something to me?"
The old lady said: "Sister Hua is complaining that we haven't visited her for so many years?"
Old Zheng said: "How many years have we not been back?"
The old lady said, "It's been almost forty years, and I don't know what happened to Sister Hua's grave."
Old Zheng said: "Yes, we left her alone in Haichuan, she must be complaining about us."
The old lady glared at Old Zheng: "It's not because of you."
Old Zheng said: "What's wrong with me?"
The old lady said: "It's not because you said that there will always be a lot of people following. It's too troublesome. I've already gone back to see Sister Hua."
Sun Yong smiled and said at this time: "I also think it shouldn't be right for Mr. Zheng not to go back for so many years. The local comrades miss you very much. Besides, it is very convenient to travel now, and it doesn't take much time to get there by plane. "
Old Zheng smiled: "The old comrade at the same time as me should have passed away, right? Who would miss me?"
Fu Hua said: "Veterans never die, he just withers, and their fighting spirit will be passed down. Zheng Lao, have you never dreamed of those years of war? Never dreamed of those who lived and died together. Comrades?"
Although MacArthur was not doing well in the war, his speech revealed the spirit of the veteran. When he said that Mr. Zheng's eyes were blurred, he looked into the air and said, "Since I took the oath on the lawn of West Point, this world has been experienced. After many changes, childhood hopes and dreams have long since disappeared without a trace. But I still remember the proud repetition in that popular military song: The veteran never died, he just died."
Fu Hua smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Zheng is very familiar with Mai Shuai's speech. I am a little bit tricky."
Elder Zheng ignored Fu Hua, turned his eyes to the old lady, and said, "Should we go back for a walk?"