Siheyuan: Happy life of the son-in-law of a founding general

Next comes the banquet.

Mr. Hong personally hosted the banquet. Many bigwigs came to Yuedao, which gave Mr. Meng and Wang Zhian enough face.

The atmosphere during the banquet was also very good.

Afterwards, many bigwigs from Tsukishima came to visit Mr. Meng.

Tsukishima bosses like Mr. Zhang were all Mr. Meng's former subordinates and students, and many other gentlemen must have been as well. In this regard, Mr. Meng was also very happy to chat with these bosses.

Of course, I also repeated the content of my previous conversation with Mr. Zhang, but the details were different.

But the gist is the same. I am old, you are old, we are all old, and we all have to return to our roots. The best way is for Tsukishima to come back soon, and we are all a family.

These big guys also expressed their true feelings.

"Mr. Meng, you are right, we are all old." A well-dressed middle-aged man, with a look of nostalgia and emotion in his eyes, gently stroked the edge of the teacup with his fingers, as if looking for traces of the passing time.

"Every time I close my eyes, I always dream of returning to the island, where we, a group of children, chased and played under that old locust tree. When I woke up, my pillow was wet."

Hearing this, Mr. Meng smiled gently. Although time has left traces on his face, it cannot conceal the elegance and wisdom that emanates from his bones.

"Yes, Dajun, everyone's roots are there. No matter where you go, that sense of belonging will never fade. I often dream about my youth, and it is really uncomfortable and painful to wake up."

Everyone understands this sentence.

Another big man, who was of a burly build, also looked like a child at this moment. "Sometimes I wonder if I can return to my hometown and be buried next to my parents in my lifetime. In the past, due to special circumstances, I needed to defend my country and could not fulfill my filial duties. After I die, I really want to be with my parents for the rest of my life."

This sentence resonated with many people, and many people had tears in their eyes.

Mr. Meng slowly stood up, looked at everyone, and said, "Then, let's work together to realize this beautiful wish."

At this point, Mr. Meng's voice became much louder. "Tsuki Island belongs to all Daxia people, and the Daxia mainland is our common root, common memory, and common blood. We cannot allow this state of division to exist. This is a shame to our ancestors."

The room fell into silence. Everyone was chewing over Mr. Meng's words in their hearts. Those dusty memories were pried open bit by bit, and emotions surged in like a tide.

On Mr. Meng's first night in Yuedao, he had a long discussion with his old friends and subordinates, until late at night and late at night again.

The next day, Mr. Meng got up at 7:30. Although he had only slept for five hours, he was still in good spirits.

After breakfast, we took a short rest and were about to start the formal negotiations.

An hour later, Wang Zhian, accompanied by Mr. Zhang and Mr. Meng, walked through the carefully arranged garden path towards the conference center.

On both sides of the path, various flowers competed for beauty and fragrance, but this did not make Wang Zhian relax his vigilance at all. On the contrary, he was more focused on the changes in the surrounding environment.

After all, this is Tsukishima. We are not afraid of people being rational, but we are afraid of people being irrational.

Sometimes, when you meet a madman, there is no point in talking to reason.

Arriving at the conference center, the interior decoration was simple yet luxurious, with a huge portrait hanging on the wall.

The man in the painting is Mr. Xue. He has been dead for many years. Decades. But he is a super boss of Mr. Hong's faction. Mr. Gao, Mr. Meng and others also admire Mr. Xue very much.

At the two ends of the negotiation table, Mr. Meng and Mr. Hong sat on each side, and Wang Zhian sat next to Mr. Meng.

Mr Zhang sat next to Mr Hong.

These four are the protagonists of the talks.

Of course, the biggest protagonists are Mr. Meng and Mr. Hong.

After the talks officially began, the atmosphere changed from relaxed to solemn, and the two sides had an in-depth discussion on the core issues of the military.

This is also the area where Mr. Zhang had no say before, and it is also the reason why Mr. Meng came here specially.

Mr. Hong naturally hopes that he has this authority.

But Mr. Meng was not really willing to do so. Of course, Mr. Gao and others were also unwilling to do so. But this was not even close to everyone's bottom line.

In a word, it is still possible to negotiate. But it would be best if we can come to an agreement. If that doesn't work, we can make some concessions.

Mr. Meng analyzed the problems one by one with his profound knowledge and keen insight and put forward constructive suggestions. Mr. Hong, on the other hand, said, "I don't want anything else, but this."

Then I started to develop a relationship with Mr. Meng. In the distant past, Mr. Meng and Mr. Hong were colleagues. But in the end, they had different goals and ideas and parted ways.

"Mr. Meng, I actually agree with your opinion very much, but in fact, we still have trust issues after so many years, right? We can't give up the military issue easily. You and I have known each other for so many years, and we know each other well."

Mr. Hong said very frankly.

Mr. Meng nodded in agreement, indicating that he understood Mr. Hong's concerns.

At this moment, Wang Zhian coughed and said, "Mr. Hong, can I tell you a story?"

"Tell a story?" Not only Mr. Hong was surprised, but also Mr. Meng and others.

Obviously, all the big guys present here know that what Wang Zhian said is definitely not just a simple story.

So Mr. Hong nodded and indicated that it was okay.

Wang Zhian coughed lightly, and his eyes gently swept over everyone present, then he slowly spoke: "This story happened in a remote town. There were two famous pastry chefs in the town, named Lao Li and Xiao Zhang. Every year, they would make a huge birthday cake for the children in the town."

"At first, Lao Li and Xiao Zhang worked independently in their own shops, trying to make the most delicious cakes. Lao Li is experienced, and his cakes are mellow, traditional and classic; Xiao Zhang is creative, and his cakes are novel and varied, always bringing surprises to people. But even so, it is impossible to satisfy all the children."

"Until one year, they decided to try a new way of cooperation - making a giant cake together. This decision surprised the residents of the town at first. After all, it was rare for two competitors to suddenly join forces."

“…After several days of joint efforts, an unprecedented huge cake was finally completed. It not only combines the old-school fragrance with modern creativity, but also cleverly integrates the town’s famous landmarks into it, becoming a veritable work of art. And it won awards across the country.”

At this point, everyone present seemed to understand what he said, so Wang Zhian continued, "Gentlemen, I have always felt that for Daxia, the best solution is to make the cake bigger and better. Instead of treating your ordinary cake as a family heirloom. It is actually just a piece of grass."

These words made everyone think deeply.

Wang Zhian continued, "Mr. Hong, forgive me for being blunt, but if you hold on to Yuedao Island, not to mention that we can easily capture it, even if we don't attack you, you are just holding on to a small area and have no influence at all."

"So, your thinking is wrong and petty!"

Mr. Hong couldn't help but blush. Half of it was anger, and half of it was shame.