Xu Tingshan, a member of the Central Advisory Committee and former Premier of the State Council, is the main target of this trip to Yanjing.
Grandpa's words made Fang Ming become serious.
"Fang Ming, all battles must be based on oneself. In the end, the game of politics must be played by oneself."
Fang Ming's heart sank again. Could it be that Mr. Xu, the way he really took off his reading glasses, smiled and comforted his grandson: "Don't worry, the overall situation has been decided."
"The overall situation has been decided", these four words are the best reassurance, and Fang Ming feels relieved.
"Yeah." In front of his grandfather, Fang Ming dropped all his guard. It was a fact that he was tired. After all, he was only twenty-six years old. He had to shoulder the entire Fang family, so he had to be tired. He had to be tired.
"Boy, the road is still long. Don't focus all your attention on Nanchuan Province." The old man said and went back to the bedroom to rest with his hands behind his back.
Fang Ming chewed his grandfather's words carefully and felt no sleepiness at all.
As the head of the Fang family, he has to deal with large and small things during the day, and Fang Ming spends his nights practicing.
"Ding bell---" The phone rang, and a text message popped up: "I'm waiting for you at Weiming Lake!"
Yan Qingcheng? Fang Ming jumped out of bed and went straight to the garage.
By the Weiming Lake, the waves are blurred, and Yan Qingcheng is wearing a plain white windbreaker, looking graceful.
Seeing Fang Ming, Yan Qingcheng's eyes flashed with surprise, but her tone was as childish as a child's: "I didn't even tell anyone that I was here."
The lights are dim, the jade face is full of spring, Yan Qingcheng is true to her name, and she has conquered the country and the city.
Fang Ming couldn't help but laugh. He was thinking about a question: How did Yan Qingcheng know that she came to Yanjing.
Fang Ming didn't want to make public this time when he came to Beijing. Yan Qingcheng knew why after only one day of coming.
Yan Qingcheng was really smart. She smiled slyly and said, "My cousin told me."
"Your cousin?" Fang Ming asked in surprise.
"Wen Renjie, he said he wanted to introduce a young talent to me, but the result--"
This Wen Renjie has a really big mouth.
At the same time, Fang Ming was also shocked by Yan Qingcheng's life experience.
The Yan family in Zhejiang is a large conglomerate, and they did not expect to have a huge influence in the military world --------- "Huh!" The fragrant wind blew against her face, Yan Qingcheng grabbed Fang Ming's hand: "Follow me, I
Treat you to a snack."
As they walked along, Yan Qingcheng's hair was fluttering in the wind, and both of them seemed to have returned to their youth.
That bright and clear youth is really evocative.
The Zhuxuan Pavilion next to Yanyuan Restaurant is elegantly furnished. Not to mention the bamboo tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, even some of the small furnishings in the room are full of interest.
Yan Qingcheng's hair is as long as a waterfall, and her eyes are as clear and bright as the autumn sky.
"Fang Ming, try this salt water bamboo shoot." Yan Qingcheng picked up a piece and stuffed it directly into Fang Ming's mouth.
The salted bamboo shoots are soft and smooth in your mouth, with a long aftertaste.
Two red clouds flew up on Yan Qingcheng's cheeks. Her eyes turned wildly, and she held her cheeks in her hands and said, "What are you looking at at me?"
Fang Ming said with a smile: "It is said that reading history is a good time for snow, reading Buddhist scriptures is good for beauties, and it seems that eating is also good for beauties."
Yan Qingcheng chuckled, raised the red wine and took a sip.
Quiet night, good food, beautiful people.
Their eyes met, their eyes moved, and a pure aura flowed in the room.
Just like April in the human world, everything is fresh.
The meal was eaten very slowly. In the upper class society, people believe in "eating without speaking". Moreover, it was inconvenient for Fang Ming to speak before he understood the purpose of Yan Qingcheng's visit.
Yan Qingcheng drank the red wine in her glass, wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin, and said with a smile, "Why didn't you ask me?"
"What do I ask you for?"
"Ask me why I want to treat you to dinner?"
"It's just a meal, no need to ask any more questions." Fang Ming smiled coolly.
Yan Qingcheng glanced at him sideways: "Fang Ming, the current situation is not good. Shi Wenzhong's actions are well known to everyone, and the Fang family is now in a precarious state."
Fang Ming looked at Yan Qingcheng strangely. He stood up, walked to Yan Qingcheng, and sat across from her.
This distance is so close that you can see Yan Qingcheng's neat eyelashes.
"Miss Yan, tonight's meal is very good, I like it very much."
It seems that the article is not on topic, but it actually has a profound meaning.
The more precarious the situation, the more important it is to have the demeanor of a general. Both Zhu Xiaoyao and Brother Qiang once mentioned that the marriage between the Fang family and the Yan family was decided long ago, and it was decided by their father Fang Tianhao.
Because of his mother Lin Guifang, Fang Ming initially opposed the marriage. In his opinion, he was unwilling to follow his father's path and rely on marriage to save the Fang family.
Fate is always embarrassing, and now Fang Ming feels like his father back then.
Be it Lin Xiaoxiao or Yang Xiu, these women cannot influence him. What he worries about is not other people's opinions, but his own heart.
From the day he met Fang Tianhao, Fang Ming made up his mind to use his own strength to make his own way in this world.
But now, he realizes that many things are beyond his control.
Forced by the situation, the combination with Yan Qingcheng can win more chips for the Fang family.
As the head of the family, behind Fang Ming is the entire Fang family, not him alone.
"You haven't answered me yet." Yan Qingcheng's eyes were calm, but in Fang Ming's eyes, they were a bit provocative.
Marriage? Fang Ming suddenly remembered that many dynasties in the history of China had marriages.
No matter how high-sounding the reason for marriage is, it is essentially a sign of weakness.
From a grassroots barbecue seller to now, Fang Ming relies not on nepotism, but more on his deep will and passion.
"Miss Yan, do I need to answer?" Fang Ming shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent.
"Need!" Yan Qingcheng said tit for tat, tapping her slender fingers on the table: "Fang Ming, I want to help you."
The atmosphere became solemn and tense. Yan Qingcheng's fingers were scratching aimlessly on the table, her teeth were pursed, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Yan Qingcheng knew something about the Fang family's affairs, and she also knew that the elders of both parties had a marriage promise.
The more wealthy and charming a girl is, the harder it is for her to meet the person she likes.
The young masters in the circle may be personable or talented, but they always fall short of Fang Ming.
It's just a little bit different, but it's completely different.
This is the tenacity and passion in the bones.
Just like Populus euphratica in the desert, it has been anxious and thirsty for thousands of years, but it still stands alone in the endless sea of sand.
Fang Ming is such a person. He made Yan Qingcheng go from initial curiosity to appreciation, and then to love---Fang Ming realized the subtlety of this. Yan Qingcheng had pretentious temptations, but also sincere love. His tone
He calmed down and said, "Qingcheng, you can't help me with my matter."
"Not necessarily." Yan Qingcheng said unconvinced: "Fang Wenqiang threatened to move eastward, do you think it is possible?"
Everyone knows that the electronics industry has entered an era of low profits. China's electronics industry relies on OEMs. Inland provinces have cheaper labor, and moving to the coast can only prove that Fang Wenqiang's original choice was wrong.
Fang Wenqiang would not do this, all this was done for Shi Wenzhong to see.
"Do you really want to help me?" Fang Ming raised his eyebrows, suspicion written on his face.
"Of course it's true." Yan Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Fang Ming angrily, and she analyzed in detail: "We must create greater momentum to check and balance Shi Wenzhong. In this regard, our Yan family is undoubtedly the first choice for cooperation with the Fang family. What's more,
Our Yan family also has some influence in Yanjing City, and we can also handle the big shots in Ziguang Pavilion---"
Yan Qingcheng didn't say any more. Some words were only half spoken.
"What about the conditions?" Fang Ming said calmly.
There is no free lunch in the world, and the feelings between aristocratic families are not so pure. Fang Ming is not a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, who is so naive that he loves someone to the point of risking everything.
Neither can Yan Qingcheng, the future head of the Yan family.
"You ---" Yan Qingcheng bit her lips tighter. She wanted to say something but couldn't. She glared at Fang Ming: "Sometimes people can't be too smart."
They were angry words but also truthful. Yan Qingcheng originally wanted to use the situation of the Fang family to suppress Fang Ming's arrogance, and then gain a little upper hand in the cooperation between the two families.
It is true to love Fang Ming, and it is also true to become a strong woman. Yan Qingcheng seeks an optimal value between the two. However, her genius idea, which is no less than that of a financier, ran aground with Fang Ming, forcing him to leave.
Every word and every move I make is watched closely by the opponent.
Fang Ming smiled, tilted his head back, and said with pride: "Qingcheng, thank you! I can handle the Fang family's affairs by myself!"