Chapter 339: Back to the Four Courtyard

This trip is positioned as a business investigation and cooperation, as well as exchanges in the fields of education, culture and sports. Tang Huan once again brought Mikhail Kogan, who is proficient in multiple languages ​​and well-informed, to the fore.

As for brushing his face purposefully, there is no need for that. In this time and space alone, he lived on this land before he was twenty years old. Such a foundation is enough to protect commercial interests.

Instead, do some practical things as much as possible to satisfy the sense of accomplishment, and that would be to live up to this homecoming.

The entourage, who had been nervous for a long time by the specifications of the fighter jet escort, was completely relieved after seeing the impressive welcome crowd.

Tang Huan walked down the gangway, and under the introduction of his uncle Meng Qingguan, he greeted the representatives of the Science and Technology Commission, the Education Commission, the Ministry of Culture, the Sports Commission, and Peking University where Tang Huan had studied.

After going through the process as usual, Tang Huan handed over the next official duties to Mikhail Kogan, while he concentrated on his private affairs, and naturally he went home first.

However, he deliberately diverted Lin Qingxia's parents to the Overseas Chinese Building located at No. 2 Wangfujing Street, one of the "Top Ten Buildings in the Capital" in the 1950s, to meet the eldest daughter who had been separated for many years and had married and had children. After Lin's mother saw each other, she was so excited that she wept on the spot.

Tang Huan shook his head slightly, no matter how hard he looked at it, he couldn't stand the atmosphere of joys and sorrows of close relatives, so let's go.

But when he walked into the courtyard that was still the same as he remembered six years ago, his emotions that had been suppressed for more than two years began to agitate. Tang Huan, who wanted to keep calm and indifferent, stood at the door involuntarily. The spirit was in a trance for a while.

Meng Qingguan saw this scene. He waved his hand lightly. Send everyone away so that Tang Huan can calm down quietly.

But before the cowardly Tang Huan could adjust himself, his little cousin Meng Jing ran into the yard yelling.

A happy smile appeared on Tang Huan's face, and he stretched out his hand to grab the little girl's braid, "It seems that you have changed a lot, and it is more and more contrary to the hope of being named Jing Jing."

Meng Jing patted Tang Huan's hand away dissatisfied, "You have also changed a lot. When you left, you were as thin as a monkey. Now you are as strong as an orangutan. If you hadn't seen the photos beforehand, you wouldn't dare to recognize it. "

As soon as the words fell, the uncle Han Anyong's two sons, Han Sining and Han Siwei, shouted "Where is the orangutan?" and ran out following Meng Jing.

"I'm so busy bickering, I don't even call my brother." Meng Qingguan shook his head helplessly, walked into the main room.

"The three of us are waiting for you,

You skipped school this afternoon, how do you thank us? "Han Sining stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

The little boy in his teens was at the stage of being naughty like a dog. Tang Huan pinched the little cousin's neck and kicked him. "I heard that you didn't miss the idea of ​​the box I left behind, and you are going to settle accounts with you when you come back this time. How dare you ask me for a gift."

While struggling, Han Sining stared angrily at his cousin, "Meng Jing, you must be the one who informed me, you big traitor."

Meng Jing raised her head triumphantly, "I accepted the task of safekeeping, of course I have to do my duty."

Tang Huan let go of Han Sining, let the siblings pinch each other, and then picked up Han Siwei, the quiet follower standing at the back, who didn't remember anything when he left.

"Do you know me?" Tang Huan teased.

"I know, I saw it in the photo." Han Siwei nodded honestly.

"Be good." Tang Huan laughed.

"Don't be fooled by the appearance of this little thing. He's just looking around and dismantled the tape recorder you gave me." Meng Jing unceremoniously exposed the shortcoming of the little cousin.

"I didn't see it, but he has the spirit of technical research." Tang Huan couldn't help but joke a few words.

At this time, Meng Qingguan helped Tang Huan's grandmother, Zheng Ying, to come out. Tang Huan quickly put down Han Siwei and went forward.

"Finally came back safe and sound." Zheng Ying, who was in poor health, was pregnant, holding Tang Huan's hand, looking up and down, non-stop.

"When these three demon kings get together, this courtyard will never be quiet." Meng Qingguan waved his daughter away, "Hurry up and find a place to make trouble, your cousin and grandma need to have a good chat."

"I heard that you were in trouble in the United States, so you came back so late?" Zheng Ying asked with concern.

"It's nothing more than a conflict of interests, and it has basically been settled." Tang Huan explained succinctly.

Zheng Ying is not an illiterate old lady, her work experience began as early as the revolutionary era, and she quickly understood the twists and turns that Tang Huan encountered.

"Since the people outside are so sinister, why not come back and develop." Zheng Ying persuaded, "The current situation is different from before."

Tang Huan nodded with a smile, but did not comment.

At the end of June this year, after the "Resolution Concerning Certain Issues Concerning the History of the Party Since the Founding of the People's Republic of China" was passed, various differences had been settled, otherwise Tang Huan would not have swaggered into Beijing.

In fact, the turmoil in April 1976 was clearly stated before the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee in 1978, but Han Zhiliang always sought stability, which made Tang Huan wait until this year.

Meng Qingguan interjected with a smile: "Datang has created a world outside, and the companies in his hands have a turnover of hundreds of millions of dollars. How can it be so easy to move?"

"Young people nowadays yearn for a colorful world." After Zheng Ying sighed, she skipped this topic and continued chatting about homework.

Soon, the old lady began to think about Tang Huan's lifelong events again, "You are getting older, it's time to think about getting married. May I ask someone to introduce you?"

Meng Qingguan, who was sitting beside him, was drinking water from a cup. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing, and coughed again and again.

"Why, is there something wrong with what I said?" Zheng Ying glared at Meng Qingguan dissatisfied.

"Of course you are right." Meng Qingguan waved his hands again and again, but his expression became more and more strange.

Now that this topic was mentioned, Tang Huan couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Two years ago, when I was still a pauper. If his marriage with Deng Lijun, who is at a low point in his career, succeeds. Even if it is the completion of a major event in life. But unfortunately something happened in the middle.

Now, with the growth of wealth, the problems brought about by marriage are far from being as simple as the relationship between the humble couple.

More importantly, in the process of merging hundreds of elite memories in my mind, some desires have obviously been superimposed and expanded, causing his confidante to come to you one after another, so it's better to mention marriage.

But grandma Zheng Ying's rambling. Tang Huan can also deeply understand that his parents died early, and the old lady hopes to see the next generation of her branch earlier.

After thinking for a while, Tang Huan took the wallet, found three photos from it, and handed it to the old man, "Grandma, you don't have to worry about getting married. I even have a son. Take a look."

The old lady picked up the reading glasses and put them on, and first looked at the photo of Deng Lijun's twins. Immediately praised in pleasant surprise, "They turned out to be twins, so cute. When their brothers grow up, bring them back and let me see them with my own eyes."

However, when the old lady saw the second photo, Lin Fengjiao's twins, she had a puzzled look on her face, and she muttered to herself, "How long did it take to take this photo? It's not the same."

Meng Qingguan's facial muscles twitched, and he urged in a muffled voice, "Then take a closer look at the third picture."

The old lady picked up the third photo according to her words, and saw Christina's mixed-race twins.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to have guessed the mystery, so she shook her head, took off her reading glasses, pressed them on the photo, and sighed, "Yaoer, the eldest grandson, it's worrying."

Tang Huan giggled inexplicably, and then quickly fell on his little uncle inquiringly.

"The old lady thought of your uncle." Meng Qingguan quickly explained, "Didn't I ask for a sponsorship from you when you went to Shanghai last time to help him build roads? After the funds were in place, this The project also failed to start successfully. Your uncle was a little young and energetic, so he made the conflict public."

Speaking of this, Meng Qingguan showed a wry smile, "When the old man found out about this, he was very annoyed. He thought your uncle was immature, so he directly demanded to remove him from his position, and called him back to face the wall to think about his mistakes. Now the two of you have completely broken up. Sometimes your uncle doesn't come back for dinner."

Tang Huan frowned, "I'm back, and he doesn't give face?"

"Let me ask again." Meng Qingguan got up to make a phone call.

Zheng Ying sighed, and said leisurely: "Your grandfather criticizes your brother-in-law, of course there is a reason. He has a lot of enthusiasm, but he underestimates the conflicts at the grassroots level. On the contrary, he is still so hot-tempered. Your grandfather said that he is not suitable to go here. way."

Tang Huan scratched his head, "Actually, it doesn't matter. There are a lot of jobs that can be provided by me alone. My brother-in-law probably just has a temperament that is not suitable for the officialdom. Just change the environment."

"Your uncle is just immature. He is in his thirties. I urged the marriage so much, but he still didn't move." Zheng Ying shook his head, "Your grandfather will retire in two years. Before that, you Don't think about continuing to go this way, uncle. Find a time, and you can persuade him, you are similar in age, you have always been able to talk, and you must have a common language."

"I remember." Tang Huan nodded in agreement.

At this time, Aunt Han Anlin and Aunt Wen Ya rushed back together.

"Your uncle has been away on business for many days, and he can't come back." Aunt Wen Ya said apologetically when they met.

"It's okay. I will have more chances to come back in the future. It's easy to meet up." Tang Huan replied, while teasing Han Siwei who followed, and finally found this little guy, just like his little cousin Meng Jing said, listless.

Meng Qingguan looked at the gap and whispered to Tang Huan: "Your brother-in-law is very stubborn and won't come back for dinner at night, but he said, let's get together with you alone."

It seems that this contradiction is really serious, Tang Huan muttered to himself.

"By the way, a few people asked me to transfer the message to invite you to dinner." Meng Qingguan said the names of the people.

"I'm not familiar with them, and I'm not in the same circle at all. The so-called eating can't be that simple." Tang Huan frowned.

Because of his infirmity since he was a child, by chance, Tang Huan stayed with his master in the countryside to practice martial arts. It was not until he was in college that he came into contact with the environment in Yanjing more. Socially, he had a circle of classmates.

"To put it bluntly, I just want to ask you to beg for their unit." Meng Qingguan smiled slightly, "Who made you a billionaire, of course I want to see if there is a chance to rob the capitalists."

Tang Huan waved his hand feebly, thinking that according to the development of history, the bureaucracy will soon be flooded, and there is no need for him to get involved in a show.

"Little uncle, help me filter and block such activities. If you don't have enough time, let my uncle participate. Anyway, he is unemployed now." Tang Huan decided to stay away without any concealment.

Soon, grandpa Han Zhiliang also came back, and the family banquet was lively.

Tang Huan was naturally the center of the topic, and his experience in the past two years was also very legendary. Once the conversation started, everyone listened with gusto.

After the meal, Han Zhiliang called Tang Huan to his study and chatted about the economic field, which is also his current work focus. Tang Huan, who is flying around the world on Silicon Valley One, has a wide range of knowledge, which can be used to provide open Field of view reference.

Unknowingly, the grandfather and grandson chatted very late, Han Zhiliang waved his hand, let Tang Huan go to rest, and said: "I have seen your schedule, you are doing well, and you are really low-key in China. It’s good, so as not to give people the impression of forming a gang.”

The old lady picked up the reading glasses and put them on. First of all, she looked at the photo of Deng Lijun's twins, and immediately praised them in surprise, "It turns out to be twins, so cute. When their brothers grow up, bring them back for me to see with my own eyes." .”

However, when the old lady saw the second photo, Lin Fengjiao's twins, she had a puzzled look on her face, and she muttered to herself, "How long did it take to take this photo? It's not the same."

Meng Qingguan's facial muscles twitched, and he urged in a muffled voice, "Then take a closer look at the third picture."

The old lady picked up the third photo according to her words, and saw Christina's mixed-race twins.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to have guessed the mystery, so she shook her head, took off her reading glasses, pressed them on the photo, and sighed, "Yaoer, the eldest grandson, it's worrying."

Tang Huan giggled inexplicably, and then quickly fell on his little uncle inquiringly.

"The old lady thought of your uncle." Meng Qingguan quickly explained, "Didn't I ask for a sponsorship from you when you went to Shanghai last time to help him build roads? After the funds were in place, this The project also failed to start successfully. Your uncle has some (to be continued...)

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