November 9, 1986, the eighth day of the tenth lunar month, Sunday, yesterday just started winter, this morning there was light snow, it was a good day.

As usual, Mr. Lord got up early in the morning, but instead of going to church as usual, he finished a simple service at home and prepared to go out.

Jerry, the secretary, handed him a boxy gift and a red envelope, and asked softly, "Sir, don't you really need me to accompany you?"

"No," Lorde shook his head dryly, looking at him and smiling, "this is a gathering of literati, artists, and lovers of literature and art, and if my wife is here, she can accompany me, and you can forget it." ”

Mr. Lord's wife is a well-known writer in the United States and a Chinese-American, but now she is at home in the United States and has not come to Beijin with him.

Jerry shrugged helplessly, "Actually, I'm also a lover of literature and art, for example, I often read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings." ”

"Well, I'll admit you're a lover of literature," Lord smiled and shrugged, shaking the red envelope in his hand, "but they didn't invite you, they didn't send you an invitation, they didn't give you a free membership card!"

"I think it's their mistake!" Jerry's face looked very serious, but his eyes were more curious, "What a miracle, there will be a clubhouse in Beijin?!

"Nothing is inconceivable," Mr. Lord said, taking the top hat from the waiter, putting it on, straightening his coat, putting the invitation in the inner pocket of his coat, carrying the gift in his hand, and chuckling softly, "this kingdom collides every day, the old and the new, the inside and the outside, everything collides to make things better, may God willing, they can be closer to us, so that we can unite against that stubborn giant." ”

Jerry blinked, "I heard that the giants have also begun to change themselves, you say, will there be a club in the Soviet Union one day?"

"Of course they have clubs, and they've had them for a long time," Mr. Lord said, turning his head and smiling, "it's just a different name, but here, there were many years ago, and now, hehe, it's just a club with a literary theme, but it's, well, what do you say in their words?"

Tilting his head and thinking about it, four not-so-standard pronunciation bytes popped out of Mr. Lorde's mouth, "Onslaught, that's right, Onslaught changes!"

Then he smiled at his secretary Jerry, "Didn't you notice, the two angel pavilions didn't even talk about the queen's visit to China last month, and their attention turned to this club, I'm looking forward to it, the club here can give me a different feeling." ”

The King's visit to China may be the biggest news in the world recently, even though Her Royal Highness has returned to the United Kingdom, but most of the envoys and representatives of foreign-funded enterprises in China are still talking about the details of the Queen's itinerary.

There's a clubhouse here?!

In a place where the commercial market is not even developed, would a clubhouse be opened?

It's unimaginable!

Including Mr. Lord himself, it still felt a little new at this time.

Jerry sent Mr. Lord outside the door, immediately held up an umbrella to cover him from the falling snowflakes, and then sent him to the door of the embassy, walked a few steps slowly, thought about it with a calm face, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sir, I heard that this club has something to do with that Mr. Chen? If it is true, will there be anything to avoid?"

Mr. Lord glanced back at him, smiled and shook his head, "Why should he be avoided? Just because he had a bad relationship with Miss Jones, who was a good friend in the past, and is now a top powerful person? Don't be so superficial Jerry, in the eyes of those big people, there is never a real enemy or friend,

You see, Miss Jones can turn around and abandon her good friend who helped her start a family in order to get on Rockefeller's ship, and if one day Rockefeller doesn't care, or if this good friend helps him more than Rockefeller, she may not be able to change her position again, and as for the others, it doesn't matter at all. ”

Jerry couldn't help but grin, "More help to her than Rockefeller?

"It may be a joke now, but it may not be impossible to do it someday," said Mr. Lorde, shrugging his shoulders, looking down the street outside the iron gate, "if Miss Jones intends to return here, Rockefeller will not be of much help, but this Mr. Chen, I heard, is not easy." ”

The driver had been waiting next to the cleaned black Cadillac, and when he saw Mr. Lord coming, he immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

Mr. Lord slipped into the car, put the gift aside in his hand, and turned his head to look out into the street.

At this time last year, when he came to Beijin to take office, he found that compared with the secret visit with the doctor more than ten years ago, the changes here have been very great, and this year, the feeling that he has changed a lot.

As he said to Jerry just now, there is change all the time, some good and some bad, but the purpose is always for a better future.

The special car went all the way to the west, passed through Chang'an Avenue and passed through the Forbidden City, turned a corner to the north, and it didn't take long to arrive at Jishuitan.

The driver does not need to stop to ask for the address, he only needs to follow the car in front of him with a foreign affairs license plate starting with 223, and he can go directly to the destination.

The two cars turned into a small road one after the other, and then under the command of several security guards, they continued to drive forward, and finally entered the underground garage along an underground entrance, until the moment he entered the garage, he saw a motorcycle parked next to him, and the rider was still sitting on it, and it was obvious that he was leading the way in front of him.

Mr. Lord sat in the back row and smiled slightly, although he hadn't gone in yet, it could be seen from this detail that the organizers were very attentive, and he couldn't help but look forward to this club.

Walking down the underground passage, with the driver's years of work experience, he was sure that the depth of this underground garage was more than ten meters, which surprised him.

Nowadays, the number of cars in Beijin is not large, the ground is not full, and almost no one will build an underground garage.

Just when his mind was open, the car in front of him stopped steadily, and the driver immediately released the accelerator and slowly stepped on the brakes to stop the car.

Mr. Lord got out of the car with a gift box, and just in time to see Mr. Evans in front of him, he immediately greeted him.

"Sir Evans!"

"Mr. Lorde!"

The two clasped their hands tightly, and then laughed, as natural allies, the United States and Britain naturally have many common languages between them.

But now is not the time to chat, let alone the place to chat.

At this time, a Chinese beauty wearing a light-colored curly skirted wide-sleeved Hanfu and a white fur shawl was standing aside, and when they finished greetings, they immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and then said in fluent Oxford English, "Sir Evans, Mr. Lord, welcome to the Hundred Flowers Art Club, I hope the Hundred Flowers Club can bring you a comfortable and pleasant weekend." Two gentlemen, please come here!"

That's right, Zhang Tiejun is a name that is even more incompetent than Chen Dahe, even after asking more than a dozen literary youths and listening to countless literary or straightforward words, he finally used the name of Baihua Club.

Specially brewed, a hundred flowers are a hundred flowers, it is better than those who sound like they are either moaning without disease, far-fetched, or they feel ashamed when they listen to it.

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