In the evening, when Su Aijun sent Bai Lin's uncle and nephew back to Liulisi Hutong, Bai Lin was still a little dizzy, as if in a dream. He had already inquired that Su Aijun's father, Su Huandong, was the director of the Jihua Development Department of the Ministry of Railways, and this was a step further, and he could become a deputy ministerial-level or department-level official of the Minister of Railways. Especially for a large ministry like the Ministry of Railways, the real power can be imagined. Although everyone says that there are many officials in the capital, and they can smash one or two by throwing a brick on the street, how can they meet officials at the deputy ministerial level or at the department level casually. I, a small section-level staff, actually ate at his house and chatted with Director Su, if I let my colleagues in the company know, wouldn't I envy myself?

However, Bai Lin knew very well in his heart that the reason why he was able to enter Director Su's house was completely to occupy the light of his little nephew, otherwise, how could Su Huandong have the spare time to take care of a small section chief who was not in the stream, let alone be able to eat at Su's house!

But what is the ability of this little nephew of his to attract such attention from Director Su, just for the conversation between him and Su Aijun on the train? Bai Lin was a little confused. Before, although the second elder of the Fang family and Bai Ping had more or less said some anecdotes about Fang Mingyuan in Haizhuang Town, but because they did not involve some key things, in Bai Lin's mind, his little nephew was smarter and wittier than children of the same age, read a lot, and spoke like a little adult, and often came up with a few words that were more shocking, but other than that, there was nothing.

Fang Mingyuan walked in front, looked back and saw Bai Lin's thoughtful appearance, knowing that he was still immersed in Fang Cai's shock. However, this is not difficult to understand, after all, in this era, a small section chief met at least an official at the department level, and the pressure can be imagined. On the contrary, it is not as good as Fang Mingyuan, although he is also shocked in his heart, but in his previous life, he drank and smoked with the vice president of the procuratorate in the capital, and he still has Zhengtai's shell after all, and the feeling of pressure is much smaller than that of Bai Lin.

Standing at the door of the small courtyard, Fang Mingyuan suddenly turned his head and said, "Uncle, I have heard that the two people standing on the top of the mountain and standing at the foot of the mountain, although they have different statuses, in the eyes of the other party, they are equally small!" After that, without waiting for Bai Lin to speak, he got into the courtyard gate. Only Bai Lin was left standing at the gate of the courtyard, thoughtful.

In the following days, Fang Mingyuan spent every day in the east and west, in this era, there are too many cultural monuments that have not been destroyed by the barbaric demolition of later generations, and there is also a cultural atmosphere that the prosperous capital of later generations has been indifferent. As the Chinese New Year's Eve approaches, the sound of firecrackers in the streets and alleys is becoming more and more intensive.

In the Chinese New Year's Eve, the sky was beautiful, and the sky began to fall with snowflakes in the morning, and at noon, the goose-like snowflakes fell with the breeze, and soon snow began to appear in the yard. By the end of the night, the ancient capital was already white. The snow in the yard was as thick as the soles of cotton shoes. The children were excitedly playing in the courtyard in the snow, including Fang Mingyuan's niece of the same age and several of his cousins.

"Ruixue is a good year, it looks like farmers will have a good harvest this year! Xiaoyuan, why don't you go playing? "It was Uncle Xu who spoke, he came to the capital from Lingnan Province to study at university, and later stayed in the capital. Although he has been in the capital for more than ten years, he still has a strong southern flavor when he speaks in Beijing. It would be difficult for the average person to listen to him. But Fang Mingyuan didn't have this problem - in his previous life, he lived in Aunt Xu's house for a long time, and he had long been accustomed to Aunt Xu's southern-style Beijing dialect. However, for Bai Lin and Xu Xiang, it was another surprise.

These days, when Fang Mingyuan was fine, he pulled Xu Xiang to learn Lingnan dialect, at the beginning, Xu Xiang thought that Fang Mingyuan was enthusiastic for three minutes, but later found out that Fang Mingyuan was studying very seriously, which made him a little more interested. However, the next result made Xu Xiang feel a little shocked, in just five or six days, Fang Mingyuan could speak some common Lingnan dialects, although there were still some stammers and some strange tones, but at least Lingnan dialect. With such a talent for language, Xu Xiang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed - he had settled in the capital for nearly twenty years, and he still didn't speak Mandarin authentically. In fact, how did he know that the reason why Fang Mingyuan had such achievements was due to the fact that he had heard too many Lingnan songs in his previous life, as well as Xu Xiang's own edification.

"The snow is too small to be passionate!" Fang Mingyuan, who was thinking about how to invest the two hundred yuan, replied casually. In the capital of eighty-four years, the two hundred yuan is not too much to say a lot less, for things like antiques and jade, Fang Mingyuan has seven tricks and six tricks, so he doesn't want to get involved in it in a daze, although he knows that the success rate of Taobao at this time is much greater than that of later generations.

"Huh?" Xu Xiang grinned, looked at the snowflakes flying outside, and was speechless for a while. Born in Lingnan Province, he naturally didn't understand Fang Mingyuan's standards for snow that had stayed in the Northeast.

The Spring Festival Gala in '84 can be said to be one of Fang Mingyuan's more appreciated Spring Festival Galas over the years, without those gorgeous costumes, no bright stage, and not so many hidden advertisements, not to mention the hundreds of accompanying dancers that make people dizzy, and no lip-synching that makes people hate, plain and unpretentious, but one by one the programs are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In this Spring Festival Gala, Li Guyi's "Unforgettable Today" has become a reserved program for each Spring Festival Gala, with Chen Xiaoer and Zhu Laomao such future golden partners, the most classic is Zhang Mingmin's "My Chinese Heart", his unique nasal voice is no exaggeration to say that it touched the hearts of all Chinese. It was so then, and it was twenty-three years later. This is an unattainable peak for those artists who rely on a break to become famous or a competition to become famous in later generations.

Fang Mingyuan, who revisited the classics, looked at the fourteen-inch black and white TV set in his uncle's house, and was still thinking about it in his mind, after the New Year, it would not be long before he would return to Qinxi Province with his mother. He is still thinking about how to find new potential stocks in the remaining days and lay a good foundation for his future entry into Beijing.

"Xiaoyuan, why aren't you happy with such a haode sketch?" Cousin Xu Ning, who was amused by "Eating Noodles", leaned back and almost burst into tears, and patted Fang Mingyuan on the shoulder, which made him sober up from his contemplation.

Chen Xiaoer's bright bald head on TV immediately attracted his attention, and he suddenly had a thought in his heart, since he couldn't find a suitable idea to spend money in the capital for a while, what about investors?

A star in the entertainment industry and literary circle like Chen Xiaoer will not be able to ignore his influence in the future society. And the advertising cost is also rising every year, and it is not good that you can't get the right person if you have money. If you can have a good relationship with these stars who have not yet become popular from now on, there are countless places where you can use them in the future!

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Mingyuan only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and countless thoughts came out like an erupting oil well. He didn't have the heart to read any further......