Chapter 220: Coming from South to North
Time passed day by day as Wang Deming looked forward to it.
Damn, a Chinese medicine factory, a beverage factory, and a dietary supplement factory, if they keep doing this, how much money will they have in their accounts?

But with only two days left until the National Day of 2, there was still no movement. Wang Deming was so anxious that he kept circling the yard like a donkey pulling a millstone.

"No, Wang Deming, shouldn't you go to the countryside to help your mother grind the wheat?" Zhang Shouchun saw Wang Deming like this several times when he came home from get off work, and couldn't help but remind him, "This will also give the donkeys in the village a break and a breath."

"Is that what people say?" Wang Deming's eyes widened, and he pointed at Zhang Shouchun with trembling voice and said, "Could it be that love will disappear?"

"I'm just a gigolo for a while, right? Do you think so lowly of me?"

"Okay, then I'll go." Wang Deming made a gesture of "The wind is whistling and the water is cold", swinging his arms vigorously and stepping on the spot with his legs raised high.

"Puchi" Wang Deming's self-deprecation successfully made Zhang Shouchun and Jin Yuqing laugh so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.

Yan Baozhen and Qin Huairu, who came back from get off work later with their children in their arms, looked at each other, wondering what crazy behavior Wang Deming had done today.

The whole family had dinner on the stone table in the courtyard. There were several side dishes: Puyunlou's duck in sauce, smoked chicken, smoked fish, and tripe, each wrapped in lotus leaves and placed directly on the plate. There was a large pot of boiled noodles, with several large bowls in the middle, including a large bowl of fried meat sauce, a bowl of shredded scallions, a bowl of bean sprouts with the heads removed, and a bowl of shredded cucumbers.

A few more stools were added as there were more people.

At first, it was Zhang Ma and Bai Ma who helped to pick the noodles. After being stopped by Wang Deming, it became his turn. Later, it became Qin Huairu, and now, whoever eats only picks as much as he wants, and they also have to wash the dishes and clean up together.

Wang Deming had just picked up a bowl of noodles, happily scooped up two large spoonfuls of fried meat sauce, put some scallions, bean sprouts and cucumbers and mixed them with chopsticks. Just as he brought it to his mouth, he heard a noise coming from the other side of the courtyard gate.

"Comrade, are you sure you're looking for Comrade Wang Deming?"

"Yes."

"Oh, you mean it, right? That's right, this is it."

"Auntie Huang, Comrade Yang, who are you?" Old Zhao's voice rang out.

"Hey, this fellow from Hong Kong said he is a friend of Comrade Wang Deming and came to visit specially. The organization gave us this task."

"Please, please."

"Thank you for the sun"

Wang Deming turned his head and was delighted to see Mr. Huo, with his still thick hair, appearing at the Chuihua Gate in a neat black striped suit.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and greeted him, jokingly saying, "Brother Yingdong, isn't it hot in Hong Kong right now? Aren't you sweating with so many clothes on?"

"Isn't this for the sake of solemnity?" Mr. Huo replied with a smile as he took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Come on, take off your coat quickly." Wang Deming took Mr. Huo's coat and handed it to Qin Huairu, "Huairu, get another set of bowls and chopsticks." He turned around and asked, "Brother Yingdong, you haven't had dinner yet, right?"

"Just come and have a bite with us and try our home-cooked food."

Only then did Wang Deming thank Xiao Yang, the street clerk who brought Mr. Huo here, and Aunt Huang, "Comrade Yang, Aunt Huang, thank you. Comrade Huo is my friend."

"Have you two eaten yet? Would you like to have a bite with us?"

"No, no." The two shook their heads together, "We all came here after dinner. Now that we have brought the people to you, we will go back."

"Thank you both for your hard work."

"Hey, it's not that hard, it's just a few steps." After seeing off Xiao Yang and Aunt Huang, Wang Deming formally introduced them: "This is my elder brother Mr. Yingdong from Hong Kong."

"Brother Yingdong, this is my sister, Yan Baozhen, and these three are my nephews; these three are your brothers and sisters, all of them."

Mr. Huo, who was about to take out a gift from his trouser pocket, paused and took out nothing. He had never heard of having three brothers and sisters before.
He let go of his leader, unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up, then said with a hearty smile, "This is more comfortable."

It turned out that Mr. Huo had come to Beijing secretly to attend the National Day celebrations. He was not arranged to attend the viewing area newly built in 52, but stood on the Tiananmen Gate Tower.

After dinner, Mr. Huo drank tea and said with emotion: "Deming, it really cheers me up!"

"As soon as we won the Korean War, the attitude of the British devils in Hong Kong towards us changed immediately, and the Indians on the street did not dare to stop us for inspection at will."

"This is all because we have a strong motherland to support us!"

Wang Deming nodded. Wasn't there a saying in the previous life? The longer you stay abroad, the more you miss the good things of your motherland.

Of course, this refers to normal people, not colonized humans.

It was a strange and bizarre Olympic opening ceremony with a dance of gods and demons, but some people even said they envied the French people's sense of relaxation and romance.

This is obviously just a show-off, without even a rehearsal.
Afterwards, Wang Deming talked to Mr. Huo about the subsequent business in Hong Kong. After the Korean War, Mr. Huo was ready to turn his attention to the real estate industry in Hong Kong.

Originally, his capital was not particularly sufficient before, but with Wang Deming giving him a one-time gift of more than 100,000 US dollars to increase his funds, he later opened many pharmacies in Hong Kong and made a lot of money. Now he has enough money in his pocket.

Mr. Huo also seemed to be joking when he said that when he was considering doing real estate, he wanted to sell pre-sale properties, which was equivalent to selling the properties in advance to quickly recover the funds.

Wang Deming didn't say anything about this, but just reminded him that he could cooperate with the banks in Hong Kong in the future and learn the installment payment practices abroad.

However, Wang Deming seriously reminded Mr. Huo that it is best not to have the common area. The indoor area is what it is. What the homebuyer buys is the indoor area. What is the point of creating an additional term, the common area?
Mr. Huo nodded in agreement.

In the following two days, Wang Deming took Mr. Huo to visit the beverage factory and dietary supplement factory in Chaoyangmen, and proudly introduced: "Brother Yingdong, all the products in the factory now cannot reach the market at all. They are all supplied to the Warsaw Pact countries led by the Soviet Union."

Mr. Huo asked why. Wang Deming laughed and explained, "Because the Soviet comrades who came to support our country's construction said it was good after using it!"

"Drinking this tonic for a long time will only benefit the body, and the flavor is formulated to their favorite taste. They like it more when it is made into soda."

"Deming, when the production of your two products increases, don't forget me, your brother!"

"That is required!"

National Day is coming soon, but Wang Deming is not qualified to climb up the city gate tower, let alone the viewing platform.

Because the viewing platforms on both sides were filled with heroes and their families who had just returned from the Korean battlefield, dressed in military uniforms and looking majestic. Special heroes, first-class heroes.
When the PLA parade troops marched heroically through Tiananmen Square, loud cheers rang out from all over the square!

It’s really encouraging!
The three-day National Day holiday passed in a flash. Mr. Huo stayed in Beijing for a few more days. He also tried Tan’s cuisine in Yongkang Hutong and traditional Chinese medicine health care in Qinlao Hutong. After discussing the subsequent business development and agreement in Hong Kong with Wang Deming, he quietly returned to Hong Kong.

Later, Wang Deming went to Cha Kuiyuan to ask about the news of the socialist transformation of the Chinese medicine factory, but there was still no news.

But suddenly, the second-page headline of the Masses Daily on October 10 attracted Wang Deming's full attention. How could this happen? He muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)