Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"Transferred to Luoyi?

This means that the capital may not be as good as here?"

When Fang Xiang heard Liu Qiwen's words, he was a little slow to react.

“There’s this idea.

Don't you realize that you are actually the most stable link now?

Being with you might actually be safer than being in the capital."

Liu Qiwen paused and looked at Fang Xiang.

"Besides, I have wanted to come and see you for more than a day or two.

The family will feel relieved if the two of you can be together."

As Liu Qiwen spoke, he smiled bitterly.

This little sister of mine... Never mind, I won’t say more...

“I don’t have any objection.

I was just afraid of wronging Shuying."

Fang Xiang had just taken two puffs of his cigarette when he felt discomfort in his throat.

He simply put out the tea, picked up the teacup and started drinking tea.

"Then I'll ask and see what their opinions are."

Liu Qiwen finished smoking a cigarette and took out another one.

"Then...will it have any impact on you?"

As they chatted, Fang Xiang mentioned Liu Qiwen.

“There won’t be any problems for a while.

I guess it's only in the capital, there won't be any problem outside the city."

Sure enough, if even Liu Qiwen thought so, I guess other people would have the same idea.

At this time, no one realized what consequences this storm would bring.

Soon, Liu Qiwen's wife came back after buying groceries.

Fang Xiang had a meal at Liu Qiwen's house and then returned to the factory.

Since you are not going back to Beijing, tell Wei Shengli about it.

After calling Wei Shengli and being scolded, Fang Xiang hung up the phone helplessly.

Go ahead and start drawing.

Cao Tianwei and Director Ma worked together at full capacity and began producing heavy trucks.

It was not until a month later, when new test data came out, that Fang Xiang matched the several drawings he had prepared to the most suitable set.

When the updated heavy-duty trucks started trial production, everything went smoothly.

Liu Qiwen also called and said that the wedding would be put on hold for the time being.

Liu Shuying also continued to stay in Beijing to see what happens next.

Fang Xiang had nothing to say about this.

Soon, YTO's engine also completed the prototype test.

This modularly produced engine has received positive reviews.

It not only saves processes, but also saves materials.

One assembly line can produce two types of engines.

The distinction will only be made in the assembly workshop.

In addition, the demand for light walk-behind tractors far exceeds that for medium-sized tractors.

It soon received positive reviews from purchasing units at all levels.

I originally planned to go and see the Fourth Miss, but halfway through, Mr. Hu called and said that the person in charge of their Seventh Ministry of Machine Building had been changed.

Things that had been discussed before are now unresolved.

Time passed quickly, and Fang Xiang immersed himself in the Luoqi Factory, almost becoming a stay-at-home who was oblivious to what was happening outside.

Suddenly, a phone call came.

"Mr. Fang, can I ask you for a favor?"

Director Yin's familiar voice came from the phone.

"Tell me what it is. I will do it and I won't refuse."

Fang Xiang suddenly realized that something big seemed to have happened to Director Yin.

“I have been implicated in some cases and will soon be in trouble.

I don't mind, but Qingqiu... can you help me take care of her?"

Director Yin's voice sounded very tired.

"You... I understand.

But how can I take care of Senior Sister Yin..."

Fang Xiang was about to ask a question, but immediately realized that there was no point in saying anything.

It’s just Yin Qingqiu...

"She has already boarded the train heading south and will arrive in Luoyi at 4pm tomorrow.

When the time comes, you can talk face to face."

Director Yin hung up the phone before he could finish his words.

Fang Xiang looked at the microphone that kept ringing with a busy tone.

What is supposed to come, will come after all.

He sighed and put down the phone.

Now that Yin Qingqiu has come to Luoyi, how should I accommodate her?

Let her work as a doctor in the factory?

Or should I ask Liu Qiwen to help arrange a position for me in the hospital?

Well. . .

It’s better not to let the Liu family know.

Thinking back to the last time I returned to Beijing, Liu Shuying cried so hard because of Yin Qingqiu.

Fang Xiang felt that it would be better for him to handle this matter alone.

However, Fang Xiang didn't realize that he had never thought of refusing from beginning to end.

Soon, another day passed.

Fang Xiang refused Xing Yi's offer to be his driver and drove to the train station alone.

Sitting in the car parked on the side of the road, Fang Xiang looked at the exit in a daze.

Later, how should I face her with attitude?

Unconsciously, the flow of people at the exit gradually increased.

Luoyi is not considered a big station now, at least not as big as Zheng County.

So even if the flow of people increases, it is still limited.

Fang Xiang soon saw Yin Qingqiu in the crowd.

Her height of 1.7 meters makes her particularly conspicuous among the crowd where the average height of men is only 1.7 meters.

However, today she was wearing ordinary liberation clothes, and her face seemed to have been deliberately smeared with some dust. Her originally flowing long hair was also tied up.

He opened the car door, got out and walked over to him, then took the suitcase from Yin Qingqiu's hand.

"Are you... okay?"

Looking at Yin Qingqiu, who looked much more haggard, with traces of tears on her face.

Fang Xiang almost couldn't believe it.

Half a year ago, Yin Qingqiu was still radiant and dazzling.

Now it has become like this.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang Xiang opened his mouth, Yin Qingqiu threw himself into Fang Xiang's arms.

I cried uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, I'm here..."

Fang Xiang, who couldn't bear to see girls cry, was once again at a loss.

I had no choice but to put the suitcase down, patted her back gently, and comforted her softly.

"Okay, this is still a train station, there are so many people here, let's go home first."

Fang Xiang tried to comfort her for a long time, but Yin Qingqiu just kept crying.

Seeing the crowds of people coming and going, all looking at them curiously, Fang Xiang had no choice but to suggest going home.

I don’t know which word reminded her, “there are so many people” or “go home”.

Yin Qingqiu stopped crying immediately.

He let go of Fang Xiang's hand and stood in front of Fang Xiang, looking aggrieved.

Looking at Yin Qingqiu's dirty face, Fang wanted to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and help her wipe her face.

But he suddenly realized that this action was too intimate, so he put it in her hand.

When Yin Qingqiu saw Fang Xiang's action, he realized that there was still dust on his face that he had wiped off before.

He quickly took the handkerchief and wiped his face roughly.

Give a smile.

But this smile was extremely forced.

"Let's go to my house first."

Fang Xiang didn't care, picked up the box and opened the car door.

But Yin Qingqiu did not sit in the back seat. Instead, he opened the front door and sat in the passenger seat.

It seems that this should be her place.

Fang Xiang returned to the car, turned the key, stepped on the clutch, shifted into gear, and started the car.

With a step on the accelerator, the vehicle left the train station and soon arrived at the dormitory building.

The security guard at the gate saw Fang Xiang's license plate and let him pass.

At this time, the factory workers had not yet closed for get off work, and Fang thought that there were not many people living in this building.

No one saw Yin Qingqiu either.

Fang wanted to take out the key and open the door.

"Your house is so big..."

Yin Qingqiu finally spoke, but his first sentence was about the house.

"There are four rooms. You can choose any one except the one I live in."

Fang Xiang put down the suitcase, went to the kitchen, opened the stove door, and started the fire.

I filled another kettle with water and planned to boil some water.

Then he returned to the living room and looked at Yin Qingqiu, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, holding a handkerchief in his hand.

"No, I want to share a room with you."

Seeing Fang come up with this idea, Yin Qingqiu said something shocking.