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The summer breeze once again blew 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 unchanged, now transformed into a battleground under the Fengyi Pavilion.
The initial interaction between Li Shaohua and Fu Qiyue made him wonder if perhaps his career was not successful enough. After all, he held over one hundred fifty thousand in cash and had a savings account at a local bank, along with projects worth hundreds of thousands. These were things that former blind dates or romantic interests would have envied, yet they seemed to have no effect on the silent girl before him.
Perhaps the times were beginning to change. Even though he had been drinking, Li Zhongwen listened to the Deputy Secretary's description. Silence often left people perplexed. Throughout that afternoon, aside from physiological needs and refreshments, Fu Qiyue sat there staring at her phone without uttering a single word.
Meeting such a girl left him feeling somewhat lost about his earlier satisfaction regarding his son. However, Li Zhongwen still stopped the increasingly irritated Fu Zhonghua.
"You know how young people are; it's not good to force things. 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 while smoking, his expression relaxed. Although this might be a normal phenomenon for a first meeting between a man and a woman, he hoped that by tomorrow they would hold hands and take a walk together.
The Deputy Secretary had already served the tea. Although Fu Zhonghua was annoyed, he remarked, "Today's young people are just too difficult to deal with. They can't find a partner themselves, yet they're already in their twenties and not rushing to find one. They bring this juicy opportunity right to their parents' and relatives' lips, but it comes with an oily fishy smell that just doesn't blend with the ingredients outside. The dishes cooked end up tasting strange."
Li Zhongwen relaxed and took out the movie video prepared by Deputy Secretary, "Let's watch Zhao Mengsheng. It's been so many years, I want to forget but I can't. You can't find such movies easily now!" With a slightly cheerful tone accompanying the opening music, Fu Zhonghua's thoughts were temporarily drawn into the movie, which was the time he had fought in.
The movie's passion burned, seeming far different from the two people in the room, where every drop of water felt like thunder. Fu Qiyue was rooted in place like a steel nail, keeping an eye on everything. This description was originally for a driver, but now it was fitting for Fu Qiyue.
Every time Deputy Secretary entered the room, he would see a pair of cold and murderous eyes lift up and stare 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, her expression did not relax at all. 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 tangible and intangible help around. However, 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 toil made everyone's brains swell. After Lao Tian left, it was because Secretary Shao, the most uncertain person, came to inspect. He was a grassroots Deputy Secretary who came from the manual labor class, in his early forties, with the characteristic crew cut of a cadre, wearing work clothes, carrying a pen, and wearing blue glasses. He began speaking 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 labor 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.
"This thing is good, but the cost is so high, and I haven't seen any return on investment." 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 quickly popularize robot technology throughout the field. As a pilot project, his robots could be replaced at any time with the manual labor class's Lao Tian's manually operated transport frame, pneumatic drills, and various other tools.
"But the team is indeed not very relaxed now, and not all the manual labor class can come to this place. After all, manual labor cannot change overnight." Secretary Gao's words made everyone feel a sense of regret. What was this person talking about? This is asking for the impossible. How could there not be auxiliary manpower to assist the equipment in cooperation with manual labor? But the secretary seemed unwilling to say more, and simply asked, "Beidou, when do you plan to start production?"
brother Dau looked up 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 have two laborers move something in a minute, Secretary Gao relaxed a bit, but his expression was still not good, "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?"
brother Dau and the secretary had a tug-of-war, but he still handed over a cigarette. In this factory, cigarettes are sometimes more useful than money. If you are a fair-faced scholar and don'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, but there always needs to be a role model in the circle, which made it difficult for him. If you don't take this cigarette, wouldn't it be disregarding the feelings of others for your own ideas?
"However, I'm still worried about the situation here. It was Secretary Shen who raised the issue of safety accidents. I can't disobey it. If we violate the safety regulations, we will be held accountable by the higher authorities." Although Yan accepted it, brother Dau still felt that the impact of the previous robot accident seemed to have not dissipated in the eyes of these people.
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 there are still drivers getting into accidents every year. In recent years, the internet has become popular, new technologies have emerged, but don't they still need to meet certain criteria to flow into our place? So, safety is not the main issue, that's my point." Seeing brother Dau's determined look, the secretary relaxed, but still emphasized the safety issue, telling him that although he supported this iron guy here, he needed to see the technology 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 understand my meaning." 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 possible fourth, also had the potential to follow in their footsteps at any time.
brother Dau fell silent. Although Secretary Gao didn't like these iron guys, these three handsome young men made him think differently. "These three young men of yours are good. In the future, when they are trained, I will write you a recommendation letter. Work with my production team committee. As long as you don't violate Secretary Shen's safety regulations, I won't speak ill of you."
Wang San and the other two were shocked as they looked at the unfriendly-looking secretary in front of them. They then glanced at brother Dau, whose eyes turned stern, but he still smiled and nodded at the secretary. The secretary achieved his goal and left with his entourage.
brother Dau slammed his fist on the table, cursing in anger internally. However, he calmed down and realized that in a situation where officials dictate the overall direction, even if your skills can earn you billions, 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 aside, 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 never vented to his disciples. He simply said, "If you really want to do this, learn from Boss Li in the neighboring Third Factory. His robot project was initially rejected, but now it has generated six million in revenue and he has been commended by the Municipal Committee. That's the example to follow." Wang San and the others 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, not even hearing 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 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 will stopped her. She couldn't cry, because it would be a plea for mercy. If her uncle saw it, 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, which is the cold numbers. This has killed countless affections, friendships, and possibly successful love. It plays the role of a demon, now concentrated on oneself, while at this moment, one has an inappropriate heartbeat for a young man who sneers at his uncle. How can this be explained and washed away?
And one's own 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 affection?"
That night, the Brain War seemed to be still stirring up waves. 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 leave marks for their loved ones, or engage in an unwavering struggle like Runye? Fu Qiyue rubbed her eyes, looking out the window as if hearing some sound. In a daze, this girl finally felt tired and fell asleep leaning 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 seek the plot we desire. Wang San's arrival seems to be imminent, in front of the pavilion at half past eight in the evening, as if someone is always waiting for oneself, with the same chat, the same music, and the same breeze as that night...
The river and sky merge into one color, free from any speck of dust, and the bright, solitary moon hangs in the empty sky.
Who was the first to see the moon by the river? In what year did the moon first shine on people?
A lonely person sings a lonely song, walking in the deep forest of dreams. The longer one lives in this world, the more seems to be lost - emotions, family, original intentions, purity. Lost in this deep and beautiful forest, not knowing which way to go...
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