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The summer breeze once again swept over the two people in different places, each lost in their thoughts. It was gentle yet somewhat unfamiliar. The music still played the same rhythm as before, and the pavilion remained the same; it had simply transformed into a battleground under the Fengyi Pavilion.
Li Shaohua's initial interaction with Fu Qiyue made him wonder if perhaps his career was not successful enough. After all, he held over one million five hundred thousand in cash and had a savings account at a local bank. He was also involved in projects worth hundreds of thousands, things that would have made former romantic interests envious. Yet, none of this seemed to affect the silent girl before him.
Perhaps times were changing. Even after drinking, Li Zhongwen listened to the Deputy Secretary's description, realizing that silence often left one perplexed. Throughout that afternoon, aside from physiological needs and refreshments, Fu Qiyue remained seated, staring at her phone without uttering a single word.
Meeting such a girl left Li Zhongwen feeling somewhat lost despite his earlier satisfaction. However, he stopped the increasingly irritated Fu Zhonghua.
"You can't force young people's affairs. Let's just sit here and watch. When one of them figures things out, it will naturally progress. How about we have some tea?" Li Zhongwen said, taking a drag from his cigarette, his expression relaxed. Although this might be a normal occurrence for young people meeting for the first time, he hoped they would hold hands and take a walk together tomorrow.
The Deputy Secretary had already served the tea. Although Fu Zhonghua was annoyed, he remarked, "Today's youth are just too hard to please. They can't find a partner themselves and are already in their twenties but still not in a hurry to seek one out. They bring this juicy opportunity right to their parents' and relatives' doorstep, yet it comes with an unpleasant odor that just doesn't blend with the outside ingredients and seasonings. The dish that comes out tastes strange."
Li Zhongwen relaxed and took out the movie recording prepared by Deputy Secretary, "Let's watch Zhao Mengsheng. It's been so many years, I want to forget but can't. You can't find such movies easily now!" With a slightly cheerful tone accompanied by the opening music, Fu Zhonghua's thoughts were temporarily drawn into the movie, which was the time he had fought in.
The movie was burning with passion, but compared to the two people in the room, it seemed to be lacking a lot. Fu Qiyue was like a nail stuck in place this afternoon, keeping an eye on everything. This description was originally for a driver, but now it was very suitable for Fu Qiyue.
Every time Deputy Secretary entered the room, he would see a pair of cold and murderous eyes looking up at him, staring at him. The person with this look would put away their phone, pretend to look calmly out the window, but still keep an eye on Deputy Secretary's every move until he left, then take out the phone again.
Her fingers flew over the keyboard, seemingly talking to someone, but despite expressing her grievances, there was no relaxation in her expression. She just let out a slight sigh of relief, still not uttering a word, not even saying "I want to go home." Fu Qiyue sat in the innermost chair in the room, silent, seemingly wanting to express something.
Perhaps when the answer is the only one and is recognized as the correct answer, a girl will express her feelings to a boy, because everything has become clear with the help of visible and invisible factors, like the sun reappearing in the clouds. But when the answer is not unique, there will be more choices based on different factors, like the main road and the side road on the battlefield. Although the destination is the same, the paths are different.
After the rush, in a daze, the day's hard work made everyone's brains swell. After Lao Tian left, it was because Secretary Gao Keshou was called down for inspection. This was the most uncertain person for Brother Dau, a grassroots Deputy Secretary from the manual class, in his early forties, with the characteristic crew cut of a cadre, wearing work clothes, a pen in his pocket, and blue glasses. He began to talk to the two well-functioning robots.
The previously calm robot work area, although accompanied by the roar of machines, was not as noisy as today. Although Brother Dau had rallied all the opposition from the manual class to speak for him as much as possible, Deputy Secretary Gao Keshou still believed that the loss of the robots was not something worth operating. Moreover, the future intern he had trained had died under this thing. He had to refuse no matter what.
"The thing is good, but the cost is so high, and I haven't seen any return." Secretary Gao's eyes were sharp as he looked at Brother Dau and the surrounding equipment. Wang San and a few others followed behind Brother Dau, feeling a strange embarrassment. This secretary was not easy to deal with. Although they did not understand the discussion surrounding the robots, they could see the unfriendly expression on the secretary's face.
"Yes, I am currently short of manpower. There are only three interns, and I can't easily hand them over. I have to take responsibility." Although Brother Dau was angry, he maintained a smile and explained his current difficulties. It was not that he didn't want to popularize robot technology throughout the field quickly. As a pilot, his robots could be replaced at any time with the manual handling frames, air guns, electric drills, and various other things used by Lao Tian.
"But the group is indeed not very relaxed now, and the manual class cannot all come to this place. After all, manual work cannot be changed overnight." Secretary Gao's words made everyone sigh. What was this person talking about? This was asking for both, how could there not be auxiliary manpower to assist the equipment in coordinating with manual labor? But the secretary seemed unwilling to say more, and asked lightly, "Beidou, when do you plan to start production?"
brother Dau raised his head and glanced at the secretary, "It takes time to train people here. Give me another ten days or half a month. You can come and try for the first time. We can still discuss any issues. What do you think?" Watching the robot yawn and then easily lift and move something that would take two laborers a minute to move, Secretary Gao relaxed a bit, but his expression was still not pleasant, "We need to prioritize safety. I do like these three kids, tall and good-looking, very suitable for field visits. Why are they staying here?"
After some back and forth between brother Dau and the secretary, a cigarette was offered. In this factory, cigarettes are sometimes more effective than currency. If you are a fair-faced scholar who doesn't smoke or drink, the workers here will look at you with suspicion, and during meals, they will discuss this elusive figure. In order to fit in, Secretary Gao used to be like this too, but there always needs to be a role model in the circle, which makes it difficult. If you don't take this cigarette, aren't you just being selfish and disregarding the dignity of others?
"But, you know, I'm still worried about the situation here. The safety accident was raised by Secretary Shen. I can't not comply. If we violate the safety regulations, we'll be held accountable by the Party Secretary." Although Yan accepted it, Brother Dau still felt that the impact of the previous robot accident had not dissipated among this group.
Brother Dau patted the secretary's shoulder, "Lao Gao, sacrifices are inevitable with the popularization of new technology. Look, Nobel invented dynamite, almost blowing up houses, right? Cars have made transportation convenient, but drivers still have accidents every year. In recent years, the internet has become popular, new technology has emerged, but don't they still have to meet certain criteria to flow into our area? So, safety is not the main issue, that's my point." Seeing Brother Dau's determined look, the secretary relaxed a bit, but still emphasized the need for technology to be transformed into productivity.
"The invention of machines is not meant to violate safety regulations. Machines are controlled by people, and people are trained by you. So, how to handle it, I think you understand. Considering our eight years of working together, I'll accept the cigarette, won't report the matter, but you know what I mean," Secretary Gao also patted Brother Dau's shoulder. As a well-known "iron lump" in the factory, three team leaders who recommended robots have died under his documents. Brother Dau, as a potential fourth, could easily follow in their footsteps.
Brother Dau fell silent. Although Secretary Gao didn't like these "iron guys," these three handsome young men gave him another idea. "These three young men of yours are good. In the future, when they are trained, I'll write you a recommendation letter. Work with me in the production committee. As long as you don't violate Secretary Shen's safety regulations, I won't speak ill of you."
Wang San Three people looked in surprise at the unfriendly-looking secretary in front of them, then glanced at brother Dau. Brother Dau's eyes turned stern, but he continued to smile at the secretary, nodding in agreement. The secretary achieved his goal and left with his entourage.
Brother Dau slammed his fist on the table, cursing inwardly. However, he calmed down, realizing that in a situation where officials determine the overall direction, even if your skills can earn you millions a month, as long as they remain silent, your unique skills will be blocked by cigarettes, alcohol, and dinner tables. You will only receive a comment: "This person is too ignorant."
Wang San immediately took out a cigarette, pulled brother Dau and said, "Let's take a break and not think about that old man's business. Let's talk about life."
brother Dau warmly accepted, although he was still angry inside, he had never vented to his disciples. He just said lightly, "If you really want to do this, learn from Boss Li in the neighboring Third Factory. His robot project was the first to be approved and has already made six million in revenue. He has become a figure praised by the Municipal Committee. That's the example to follow." Wang San and the other two nodded in agreement, "Tell us about this Boss Li, brother Dau."
"Okay, light up the cigarette, and listen to me tell the story," Brother Dau said with joy, looking at his three apprentices. Nearly a month of learning and hard work had visibly toned Wang San's muscles, and Zhang Xu and Liu Shuai's round faces had become more defined, their eyes gaining a new shine. Only Wang San's eyes still revealed an unknown emotion.
Indeed, he seemed unaware of where Fu Qiyue had gone or what she was doing. At this moment, his heart was like a river under the moon, calm and silent, unable to even hear the sound of water hitting the rocks, as if frozen in place. All he could hear was the sharp cold wind on the river, devoid of the warmth of human activity. This was exactly where Fu Qiyue had been for seven or eight hours, sitting like an ice sculpture, unmoving and silent, gazing at the moon outside, pondering things unrelated to the room.
Perhaps at this moment, discussing the TV series "Red Army" was more interesting than talking about money. From childhood to adulthood, he had grown tired of money. Although his uncle was generous, as the pressure of the business increased, he began to measure everyone he met with a simple thing. When he heard someone with an income of only two or three thousand talking about pursuing his niece, he sternly rebuked him, causing the boy who had a crush on Fu Qiyue to bid farewell. This incident now replayed in Fu Qiyue's mind, and the pressure made her want to release her tears, but her willpower stopped her. She couldn't cry, as it would be a plea for mercy. If her uncle saw her, it would inevitably lead to an argument.
"You have to understand your uncle. What he did indeed hurt you, but he can also do better in business. He will compensate for your losses with all his experiences. I hope you can understand."
How cold these words are. In an era where everything can be measured by a standard, the few childhood affections are overshadowed by tangible things: monthly income, annual income, the cost of a phone, computer, car, house, or even a ring, handbag, clothes, shoes - all these visible and invisible things inexplicably mark something that has never existed before, that is, cold numbers. This has killed countless affections, friendships, and possibly successful love. It's like playing the role of a demon, now concentrated on oneself. And at this moment, one has an inappropriate heartbeat for a boy who sneers at his uncle. How can this be explained and washed away?
And one's brain has had similar thoughts, "He's just an intern, how can you have contact with him? Is a person who could become an ordinary person walking on the street at any time worth your infatuation?"
That night's Brain War still seemed unsettled. Indeed, which love story is completely mutual and satisfying? How many people truly choose to persist for something they believe in? Who would be like the characters in TV dramas or novels, willing to bite their fingers to keep their loved ones, or engage in a struggle like moistened leaves, never letting go? Fu Qiyue rubbed her eyes, looking out the window as if hearing something. In a daze, the girl finally grew tired and fell asleep on the corner of the sofa in the room.
Perhaps dreams are the quietest and purest place, where we can temporarily set aside stress and unpleasantness to find the plot we desire. Wang San's arrival seems imminent, in front of the pavilion at half past eight in the evening. It seems like someone is always waiting for oneself, with the same chat, the same music, and the same wind as that night...
The river and sky merge into one color, free of any speck of dust. The solitary moon shines brightly in the empty sky.
By the riverside, who was the first to see the moon? In which year did the moon first shine upon a person?
A lonely person, singing a lonely song, walks through the deep forest in a dream. Living in this world, the longer it goes, it seems the more is lost. Lost emotions, family, original intentions, purity. Lost in this deep and beautiful forest, not knowing which way to go...
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