Arty Records

At the end of March in the 63rd Republic of China, the State Affairs Conference was drawing to a close. Accompanied by various encouraging reports, there was a series of top-down changes in personnel appointments and dismissals.The head of state was re-elected successfully. Someone carefully observed the TV screen and found cracks resembling laugh lines on the serious face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

On Friday, Fang Sishen passed by the lobby of the new library, and there was that ubiquitous face on the huge electronic screen on the wall.The two closest people around him were closely related to this major political event, Fang Sishen couldn't help but stop and take a look.The esoteric and complicated political terms are still boring and difficult to understand, but the ending is obvious, and I gradually feel at ease.

It was really meaningless, turned around and walked out, and heard the announcer say cheerfully: "The following is a group of latest live reports in the field of culture and education...Comrade Liu Wanzhong will be relieved of his position as deputy director of the Planning Department of the Cultural Affairs Bureau and appointed as the dean of the National Higher Humanities College; Comrade Fang Duzhi, dismissed from the post of dean of the National Institute of Humanities and Humanities, and served as the deputy director of the Department of Higher Education of the Academic Administration;..."

Fang Sishen was startled, turned his head suddenly, and just saw his father's face flash past.Each appointment and dismissal newsletter is accompanied by the head portrait and identity introduction text of the person concerned, and the next one has already been mentioned.

Fang Sishen was stunned for a long time, subconsciously looked around, no one noticed him, and then walked out steadily.

No wonder my father made a special phone call two days ago, telling himself that he was too busy these days and might not go home on weekends.Exhorting left and right, always feeling hesitant to speak, it turned out that it was for this matter.

After dinner, I unexpectedly received a call from Nie Mingxuan: "Xiao Fang, I will go to your school tomorrow, and Ping Xiang will also be with me. Are you free? How about having lunch together?"

The next day was Hong Xinyao's birthday, because Young Master Hong had other entertainment during the day, so he made an appointment to spend the evening together.Fang Sishen said casually: "It's okay for lunch. May I ask whether you and Heping Xiang are here to do business or..."

"I'm going to your school to recruit." Nie Mingxuan smiled heartily, "Tomorrow is the first session of this semester, and your Capital University is full of talents. Of course, a small company like ours should be more active."

Fang Sishen recalled that the outer wall of the gymnasium seemed to have an advertisement banner for the job fair for fresh graduates.Recruitment fairs are naturally insulated from him, and he has never paid attention to them at all.

The School of Information of Jingshi University has a good reputation, and it is normal for well-known big companies like Shengzhi Technology to come to recruit specially.What's abnormal is that setting up a stall to receive fresh graduates, where is the need to send out technical directors and senior engineers?However, Nie Mingxuan had his own set of rhetoric, and he actually moved his superiors seriously. He reversed the previous procedures of audition by the personnel department and checks by the technical department, and called it the discovery of original ecological talents.

It's worth mentioning that there were a few geniuses and monsters who were hit by Nie Mingxuan at this year's job fair, got into their own company and made some achievements.This is something to say later, please don't press it.

Fang Sishen thought about it, and decided with Nie Mingxuan on Xiaoxiao Building.Although the price is a bit expensive, but he has no other expenses recently, so he can't afford it.The other party looked like a successful person in society and the boss of the brother-in-law, it was too shabby and inappropriate.

They had a good conversation over the meal, and when it was time to pay the bill, the two made a symbolic gesture, but they didn't argue to the end.Nie Mingxuan said: "I owe it first, next time, I will definitely invite you next time. There is a new Mingzhu Island tea restaurant in Dong'anmen, and the food is very authentic. Please try it after this season's recruitment is over." After the location was set, he said to Ou Pingxiang affectionately, "Call your wife next time."

Fang Sishen intuitively felt that this way of treating guests was a bit strange, and before he had time to think about it, he was dragged into the past by Mr. Nie's new topic.After dinner, Fang Sishen exchanged a few words with his brother-in-law, Ou Pingxiang casually asked if he had any other plans for the weekend, and said that he had an appointment with a friend, unaware of Nie Mingxuan's disappointed face behind him.The two recruiters continued to work in the afternoon, and there were so many people outside the gymnasium that it was inconvenient to say more. Ou Pingxiang seemed hesitant to speak, and finally said: "Brother, I will call you later."

Fang Sishen bid farewell to the two, and went straight out of the school gate to the subway, and arrived at Hong Xinyao's residence.Don't go upstairs in a hurry, turn into the neighborhood supermarket to buy vegetables.

Celebrating Fang Sishen's birthday is a brand new experience.Whether it's for himself or for others, he has basically never experienced it.When I was a child in Manggan Road, no one ever mentioned Azhi's birthday.Now Fang Sishen naturally fully understands that his own birth was not something worth celebrating for both parents at that time.Of course, the adoptive father would not be so narrow-minded, but celebrating the child's birthday will inevitably irritate the delirious mother.Later, I followed Fang Duzhi, and never made any noise, as if there was no such thing at all.Dean Fang's own birthday was of course celebrated by people and given gifts, but he never mentioned it at home.All these things have led to the fact that the father and son have been together for so many years, but birthdays have become a family tradition.

Passing by the bakery, Fang Sishen looked at the fancy cakes in the window, thinking whether he should also buy one.Thinking of the relevant plots in TV movies, I always feel a little tacky.Imagine two people blowing out candles and cutting a cake, and it seems a little silly.After all, I just looked at it and decided to make noodles according to the old rules.

Young Master Hong's entertainment this day was no small matter.Taking advantage of his birthday, he gathered the people under his command and had a meal at Cuiwei Building.When the situation was at its most tense last year, another big boss of the Shanxi Merchants Association semi-coercively forced Hong Xinyao to sell this famous restaurant in the capital.Not long ago, Young Master Hong paid some money and managed to get it back.Although this place is just a restaurant, it has been the stronghold of the Hong family for many years.There were twists and turns in the middle, but there were not many changes in personnel.Hearing that Fourth Young Master Hong had returned, he had gone to a chef and a receptionist in another place, and then turned back.With Cuiwei Building, it is safe and convenient to do something.

Now Xintai Real Estate exists in name only, and anyone who is willing to follow the Four Young Masters will be given a higher salary after training and assessment, and will enter the "Sincerity Hall" to work.Other personnel scattered or hidden from all parties, following the success of the re-election of the head of state and the deepening of the state affairs conference, all showed up one after another, expressing their willingness to join the Hong family again.

Hong Xinyao wholeheartedly wanted to bring back the No. 13 yard on Huangpa Xie Street, but after checking Mrs. Qiu's tone, it was absolutely impossible.I had no choice but to comfort myself: the yard is nice, but it's a bit small.Go back and find another piece of land to build a stadium with a swimming pool garden.

Fang Sishen stood in front of the stove and pondered for a while, and finally decided to break through the routine of longevity noodles and stir-fry beef stew to make hot and sour dry noodles.Chicken stew, dried fish, and some vegetarian dishes.I was concentrating on frying fish when my phone rang.Turn down the fire and go out to get it, while looking at the pot while answering the phone, I thought it was Hong Xinyao, not Ou Pingxiang.

"Pingxiang, what's the matter?"

"The job fair is over, and I'm on my way back. Yi Xin went to see her mother today, and just called to ask me to come over for dinner." After chatting for a while, Ou Pingxiang's voice suddenly dropped, revealing a sense of mystery. "Brother, what do you think of Mr. Nie?"

When asked by him at first, Fang Sishen didn't have time to think: "How is the person? What aspect are you referring to? I'm not familiar with it, so I'm just talking about the first impression, it's okay."

"It's okay—that's not bad? If so, next time he treats me with a heart, he won't join in the fun, so as not to be a light bulb, hehe..."

Fang Sishen was turning the fish over, when he heard this, he trembled, fell into the pot and broke into several pieces, the shape he worked so hard to maintain for a long time was completely destroyed.At this time, there is no way to care about the fish, so he raised his voice and asked urgently: "Pingxiang, tell me clearly, what do you mean? What does it mean to be a light bulb?"

Ou Pingxiang heard something wrong, and was stunned: "Brother, what's going on, President Nie didn't tell you?"

"say what?"

Only then did Ou Pingxiang realize something was wrong, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on his forehead.After the wedding, his boss, Nie Mingxuan, rushed to inquire about his uncle, but he politely declined.Unexpectedly, two weeks ago, Mr. Nie suddenly stopped him, saying that he was blessed by God, that a close friend is rare, and announced the official start of the pursuit. Seeing today's scene of harmony and harmony, he thought that there had been some kind of agreement between the two of them, so he broke up. Phone to test, unexpectedly the actual situation is not the case at all.

With a trembling voice, he said, "Then...do you remember that Yi Xin and I introduced someone to you last year..."

Fang Sishen was reminded by him, and he figured it out: "What you said at the beginning could not be... this President Nie, right?"

"Could it be him..." Ou Pingxiang smiled wryly.It turned out that the confused uncle from home didn't recognize people at all.

"Recently he asked me about you again. I thought...well, well, he said he was pursuing you. Could it be...a misunderstanding?"

Fang Sishen was dumbfounded.Thinking about it carefully before and after, I'm afraid this misunderstanding is not shallow.Hastily said: "What a misunderstanding, Ping Xiang, please explain to him, thank you."

Ou Pingxiang swallowed: "Actually, well, a beautiful misunderstanding can also come true..."

"Impossible." Fang Sishen stopped him, and said the same words, "Ping Xiang, please explain to him clearly as soon as possible."

Ou Pingxiang thought of Nie Mingxuan's determination to win, and felt sad: "Brother, why don't you tell him yourself? Wouldn't it be more sincere to say it face to face?..."

Fang Sishen was a little annoyed, this was really an unexpected trouble: "In addition to today, I only met this President Nie three times in total, and he didn't say anything extra, how can I explain it? Pingxiang, I'm sorry, this I'm afraid I have to ask you..."

Hearing an exclamation over there, Ou Pingxiang hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay, I'm cooking, and the pot is burnt." Fang Sishen looked at the charred fish, very annoyed.

Ou Pingxiang didn't think of asking him why he started cooking again when he said he was out with friends, so he replied listlessly: "I'll try my best." Then he cheered up again, "Actually, you don't have to refuse so quickly, it's good to have someone chasing you..."

Fang Sishen heard the sound of the door opening outside, and immediately ended the call: "That's it, goodbye."

Hong Xinyao went straight into the kitchen without saying a word, just approached with a smile, pressed against his back, and arched his nose behind his ears.

Fang Sishen asked: "Have you had a drink at noon?"

"Well, not much, one catty of white ones, put down eight."

According to Young Master Hong's own bragging, it only feels a little bit more if it is doubled.It is impossible not to drink, such a conscious restraint is already quite rare.

Fang Sishen was worried, and asked again, "Did you drive back?"

"No, ask Xiao Zhao to take me downstairs."

After a while, Young Master Hong snorted softly from his nose: "Am I obedient?" As he spoke, he rubbed and gnawed on the back of his neck as if asking for a reward.

Fang Sishen stuffed the phone into his pocket: "I just answered a call and put it in my schoolbag for me. Go wash your hands, set the table, and have a noodle, and eat soon."

When he came out with a large plate of noodles, Hong Xinyao was already sitting at the table.With his elbows resting on the table, he waited eagerly, waiting for the master to give him food.There is a thick layer of beef stew on the noodles, and the top is decorated with five colors: carrots, white radishes, black fungus, winter bamboo shoots and cucumbers are shredded, which is really beautiful.

Hong Xinyao's eyes lit up, and he swallowed: "Wow, that's so cool! He's even more handsome than the chef of Cuiwei Building!"

Fang Sishen smiled: "This is called Five Elements and Five Colors Longevity Noodles."

Hong Xinyao looked at it for a while, then forked it down with his chopsticks: "No, I can't take it anymore, don't put it so carefully next time, I don't want to say it, it's too uncomfortable."

I didn't finish my mouth with a mouthful of noodles, so I stopped and asked, "Where's yours?"

"Still in the kitchen." Fang Sishen turned around and went in, bringing over a plate that was one size smaller.

"Aren't there five elements and five colors? How come you have three?"

"I just remembered, the carrots and winter bamboo shoots are only found in half." Fang Sishen glanced at him, "It's not my birthday, and birthday stars only eat birthday noodles. What do you expect next time? I definitely won't do it next time, it's too much trouble , for a long time."

Hong Xinyao suddenly snatched his plate, dumped it all on his own plate, picked up the chopsticks and stirred it, and then gave a small half to it: "Here, eat." Tuo, he said vaguely, "What's the point of living a long life alone? You have to eat with me."

Before Fang Sishen had time to react, seeing him stretch out his chopsticks to pick up the fish, he hurriedly stopped him: "The bottom is mushy, eat the top. I was answering the phone, so I didn't pay attention."

"It's okay, the fish skin tastes better when it's burnt." Stuffing the charred part into his mouth, Young Master Hong nodded his head, "It's delicious, it's really delicious."

Since opening his mind last week, Hong Da, who has always been thicker than the city wall, seems to suddenly become timid and shy, often with extremely lingering and sticky expressions, but his actions and language are unprecedentedly restrained, even to the point of shrinking.Even the routine greetings every night in the middle have changed from long-winded phone calls to concise text messages, which come and go with nothing more than "have you eaten", "have you slept", and "have you woken up".Unexpectedly, today, with the excitement of celebrating his birthday and a little bit of alcohol, he not only restored his previous slobbering virtues, but also showed a state of being more than worse.

Fang Sishen picked up a piece of burnt fish skin: "I'll try it."

Hong Xinyao stretched out his chopsticks and snatched it: "Give it to me, I'll eat it!" He smiled meanly, "I love food...brother, just let me eat it!"

Fang Sishen had nothing to do with him, guessing that the occasional bit of glutinous rice crust might not be bad, so he simply lowered his head and ate seriously.

Hong Xinyao ate the noodles and the fish, and started to drink the soup with the bowl in his hand.He burped contentedly, and remembered a serious matter: "Brother, do you know? My dad has been promoted."

Fang Sishen nodded: "Understood."

"The dean of the School of Humanities was originally at the deputy director level. He became the deputy director of the Department of Higher Education, which is regarded as a transfer at the same level. However," Hong Xinyao held his chin, showing his wit and scheming. Moreover, according to reliable sources, the director of the Department of Higher Education will retire within this year, and the person who will take over is likely to be our father."

First Young Master Hong narrowed his eyes and smiled sinisterly: "Now, our dad has become the immediate boss of Huang Yinyu's old bastard, hehe... Brother, the day when you can feel proud is coming!"

The fact that his father was promoted, Fang Sishen's mind is still at the stage of theoretical understanding, unlike Master Hong, who can think so far in the blink of an eye.

Fang Sishen shook his head lightly: "It's not about being elated. It's fine now."

Hong Xinyao became serious again: "Our father's status is different, and many things are probably not as convenient as before. I will tell him later, transfer the shares of 'Zhenxintang' in his hand to your name."

Fang Sishen didn't expect him to be so thoughtful, but to transfer it to his own name meant directly intervening in certain matters, he hesitated and didn't answer.

Hong Xinyao knew what he was worried about: "Hasn't the higher-ups already reviewed and reviewed this matter, checked and checked again? There is no problem at all, and this is just to save someone from gossiping and causing trouble."

Seeing that he finally nodded, he smiled lightly and said: "Others rely on their father who is an official, those who sell oil sell oil, those who open banks open banks, those who speculate in stocks, those who invest in land, those who generate electricity, those who mine Mine, that is, you..."

Seeing Fang Sishen sitting upright, motionless like a mountain, he quickly stopped: "Well, I'm going to wash the dishes."

Holding a stack of dishes, he thought for a moment: "There are not many scholars who can do great things. In my opinion, our dad is a capable scholar."

Fang Sishen smiled: "You two really care about each other."

Young Master Hong was puzzled: "What orangutan? Or a star? What do you mean?"

Fang Sishen suppressed a smile: "Go wash the dishes."

"Cut, if you don't say it, don't say it..." Hong Xinyao took two steps, stopped again, and turned around: "Brother, you are also the second-generation official now, so you can't look down on me, a vulgar rich second-generation, right? ?Ha ha……"

Fang Sishen raised his voice: "Go wash the dishes!"

That night, the two tossed until midnight.The mood was heavy and agitated last week, they hugged each other and slept all night, and did nothing else, so it has been half a month.To this day, they all have the same intention of indulgence and self-indulgence. When it was dark, they tore their clothes and hugged each other.

Young Master Hong seemed extraordinarily brave and excited. Whenever the critical moment came, he would wrap Fang Sishen in his arms and attack straight from the front from bottom to top, and then he would stick to his ear and ask, "Brother, how am I? Are you okay? "The corners of his eyes were red, his eyebrows were moist, and he whimpered and called out his name.At this time, I feel as if a pot of molten iron with copper juice is boiling in my heart, pouring it down from the sky, and casting a golden soup city.