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Before Fan Heng asked for leave from the factory, CCTV sent an invitation letter.

The one-year advertising period is coming to an end. CCTV also hopes that Pingyuan Factory can continue to do advertising. The restrictions on micro-recording equipment have been completely released. They hope that the product series of the "Thunder" brand can be expanded. The transition from a single player to a record player.

In this way, specific consultations are needed. As the representative of the Pingyuan factory in contact with CCTV, Fan Heng naturally needs to go to Beijing to continue discussing this matter.

However, CCTV did not expect that the Pingyuan Factory did not spend the advertising fee. The investment of millions of dollars each year came from the "Hong Kong businessman" Fan Wuyi.

Therefore, after receiving the invitation letter from CCTV, the Pingyuan factory unanimously asked the deputy factory director Fan Heng to go north to the capital.

And Fan Heng, the deputy director of the factory, was naturally not the owner, and he brought the big head Fan Wuyi without any objection.

"Finally breathed free air again!" After the train started, Fan Wubing finally burst into tears.

After holding back in the classroom for a few months, Fan Wubing's heart was about to grow hairs. This time he came out, he really felt a sense of liberation, and he was so refreshing that he couldn't express it in words.

Compared with last time, Fans and his sons brought more things this time. Some are newly-produced Walkmans, and some are humidifiers that have not yet been officially put into production. Although these things have not yet become productive, they are available in small batches. Some samples are still necessary.

Most of these things are to be sent out as New Year's goods. The heads and minds of the various departments that can be contacted, received such a refreshing gift in dry weather, I believe they will be in a good mood. The time is just right.

But the father and son must not be able to carry so many things with them. They specially set up a train consignment, and the goods go with the car. When they arrive in Beijing, they will naturally be picked up by Director Zhang. Therefore, the two people's carry-on luggage is much less than the last time they entered Beijing. Living in a soft sleeper is also very clean, which is quite different from the crowding last time.

"It feels so good--" Fan Heng glanced at his enthusiastic son, and asked casually.

"Feeling like flying!" Fan Wuyao raised his clenched fist, bent his elbow and sank. Do hard work like a struggle.

The train was walking all the way. After passing through six tunnels, he finally set foot on the Hebei Plain and came to Beijing, the heart of the motherland.

As a result, the weather this time was not so good. It was cold and dry. It hadn't snowed for a long time. When I walked to the street, eight out of ten people cracked their lips because of the dry air. Even more depressed people have their lips cracked from the midline, and a **** hole is really frightening. and. Once there is a crack, it is not easy to grow well!

After Fan Wubing noticed this problem, he couldn't help but said to his father Fan Heng, "See it! This time we are saving the people from the deep waters! A humidifier, I don't know how many cracked lips due to dry air will be avoided. People. You don't want hare lips all over the street, do you?"

"I think. This thing is better than the Walkman you used to make! It is practical and can meet the material needs of the people. In this sense, you have done a good job this time!" Fan Heng naturally noticed the scene on the street. , Touching Fan Wu's head, warmly encouraged.

Fan Wubing didn't think so. He shook his head, got rid of his father's hand, and then denied, "I don't think so! Although the Walkman is small, it meets the growing spiritual and cultural needs of the people. This is also very important! In a sense, the impact is much greater than that of humidifiers!"

"Uh—" Fan Heng didn't expect that his son would come out with such a set of words again. He couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. After thinking about it, he felt that what he said was reasonable.

After all, people living in this world need more than just dressing and eating. They should have a higher level of ideals. The construction of spiritual civilization is also a place that the country vigorously advocates!

The people on the streets all wore dark-colored cotton coats. Fan Wubing noticed that there were military coats, woolen coats, and down jackets that looked rough. They were thick and bloated. Everyone wearing this kind of clothes walking on the street, it's like a moving fortress.

After the crowded people entered the station, I saw that Chief Zhang was already waiting outside. The weather was naturally colder. This can be seen from his red nose, wearing cotton shoes. His feet kept rising and falling, apparently suffering from the cold.

"Comrade Fan Heng--" Director Zhang saw the Fan family and his son from a long distance, waved his hands and shouted towards him.

The father and son dragged their luggage and squeezed over, and found that Chief Zhang was still waiting here with five or six people, and there were also three nice-looking cars parked a little farther away. surprise.

The weather was really too cold. After the two parties exchanged a bit of greeting, they got into the carriage. After turning on the warm air, it slowed down a bit, and then Chief Zhang complained and asked, "Why do you always pick the best? Come to Beijing on a cold day? I don’t want to take you anywhere to do it! Look at the cold weather, where can I play? I guess it’s almost the same to go skating in Beihai!"

Before Fan Heng answered, Fan Wuyao rushed to answer, "Hehe! It's all for work! Which time did we come here, not for work? In order to realize the four modernizations at an early date and build our great motherland into a prosperous, strong, democratic and civilized country. In a modern socialist country, why don’t you be afraid of playing for a while? Doesn’t it mean that the world’s worries and worries are first, and the world is happy and happy afterwards!"

"You--you--" Chief Zhang looked at Fan Wuyi with a wry smile, then looked at Fan Heng again, and then said, "This baby from your family really can sing a high-profile voice. I don’t know how to answer the call!"

Fan Heng gently tapped on Fan Wu's head, pretending to be dignified, and said, "No matter how big or small, how can you talk to Uncle Zhang like this? Don't hurry up and apologize!"

Fan Wubing smiled, before speaking, Director Zhang waved his hand over there, "Forget it, forget it! What else can I care about with him, how can he be my future niece and son-in-law!"

Fan Wubing, who was originally arrogant, immediately stunned when he heard this. He said that his luck was really declining. It happened that people held the handle and said, Director Zhang is also a stubborn, harming others. Without dirty words.

"We have consigned a lot of things on the train, what do you think Chief Zhang should do--" Fan Heng said.

"This is easy to handle, just let our people get it back later." Director Zhang agreed happily.

The group of them drove the car back, and the people in the other two cars stayed and waited for their luggage. When they returned to the unit, they found that the uncle of the reception room had been standing outside the door waiting for them.

"Director Zhang, you are back. Liu and the others called from the train station a while ago, saying that there is too much luggage. Could you please find a big truck to bring it back!"

When Chief Zhang heard this, he was stunned, turned his head to look at Fan Heng and his son, and asked suspiciously, "I said Comrade Fan Heng, how much luggage do you check? I can't fit both cars, so I have to Looking for a big truck to load it?"

Fan Wubing licked his lips and said, "Look at what you said, this gift can still be sent to the young? In fact, it's not much. I guess it's only half a wagon."

Half a wagon-Chief Zhang was shocked, and looked at Fan Heng in a blink of an eye, only to see Fan Heng nodded seriously, sure enough! He wiped the beads of sweat that suddenly appeared, and weakly commanded the person next to him, "Hurry up, so whoever, you guys go to the back and find a truck, and get the things back first!"

"Boss, it's almost noon now, this can be regarded as overtime--" a young guy said with a smile~www.NovelMTL.com~ When Chief Zhang heard this, the black line on his forehead immediately rose. He got up, and when he was about to scold him, Fan Heng spoke next to him, "This is easy to say, but it's actually some new year. You have a share! Later, when the comrades are finished, they will all go to Donglaishun to cook the mutton. !"

Finding Director Zhang staring at him, Fan Heng said with a smile, "Director Zhang, we will pay for this fee, but the position can only be set if you come to say hello!"

Director Zhang checked the time. At 10:30 in the morning, he thought that Dong Laishun still has a private room, so he nodded and said to the young people, "Okay! Director Fan said that, let's Don’t be polite! Who told their factory to be a nouveau riche now? Just go after work, don’t tell me where the gate of Donglaishun is open!"

"Look at what Touer Zhang said, where can it be!" The crowd laughed and noisily looked for the truck.

After waiting for more than half an hour, I saw a Jiefang truck driving into the yard with a babble. Seeing the look of the tire, the load was definitely not light. Director Zhang couldn’t help but secretly startled. Fan Heng and his son went to Beijing, but they had spent their money, and I don’t know what kind of problems they will pose for themselves!