Of course, in the 90s, the municipal government's means of developing real estate were very low, and if it was placed in the 21st century, this prime area would be developed into a commercial street, not to mention that it would not cost money, and it would be possible to earn billions of dollars just by selling land.

However, this is too advanced, Yang Zijian does not dare to say it, Lan Xue's uncle dares to use tax cuts to build a commercial street, in a city where the concept of planning and the state-run economy are still dominant, he is already a relatively bold and daring cadre.

Therefore, Yang Zijian praised: "Your uncle is very remarkable! I have read the newspapers, and from February this year to the present, the country has been filled with the smoke of controversy over whether the reform should be surnamed 'she' or 'capital', and the cadres have begun to be confused and have become shy in reform, while your uncle still responds to the call of the chief designer to 'emancipate the mind, dare to take risks, and boldly reform', and I admire it very much. ”

Teacher Cui didn't look over his head and whispered: "Only Director Lan can do this, after all, there are people in the Lan family who can afford the risk." ”

Lan Xue was very happy when she heard Yang Zijian's affirmation of her uncle's political achievements, her eyes lit up, and her little face turned red.

"Uncle Wang, stop." Lan Xue stopped the middle-aged driver.

"Xiaoxue, what's the matter?" The driver pulled the car over to the side of the station and asked with concern.

"I'm going to sit in the back." Lan Xue flicked her ponytail, opened the car door, and then sat in from Yang Zijian's side.

Yang Zijian was forced to sit in the middle, but smelling the aroma of Lan Xue's body, he felt quite comfortable, so it didn't matter.

Teacher Cui felt inexplicable, looked at her watch, and it seemed that the time was still in time, so she ignored her.

Lan Xue used her fragrant shoulder next to Yang Zijian's shoulder, the back seat is narrow after all, it is legal to sit three people, shoulder to shoulder, she smiled and said: "Thank you, Zijian, I know that you are on the side of our Lan family." ”

Yang Zijian shrugged and said: "I will always stand on the side of great men and reform and opening up." ”

Lan Xue stared softly, her eyes flowed, and her petite and delicate jade hand quietly moved over, and the back of her hand touched the skin of Yang Zijian's exposed forearm, rubbing it with the movement of the car, giving Yang Zijian a soft, elastic, and fragrant feeling.

Yang Zijian's face gradually became hot, her mouth was dry, and she felt that this blue snow was becoming more and more bold, but she seemed to have always been very bold, and under her dignified appearance, she had a heart that dared to take risks and pursue bravely.

Yang Zijian couldn't help but whisper: "Your ideal, is it really to be a teacher?" ”

Lan Xue glanced at him and whispered: "Of course, my mother has always told me that girls should find a stable and noble career and marry a husband with ideals and prospects, so that they can live a happy life." ”

Yang Zijian only then thought that the teaching profession in this era is indeed the most respected by all walks of life.

Lan Xue suddenly leaned over and whispered softly in his ear: "And you are my love brother, I won't let you go!" ”

Yang Zijian's heart fluttered, and his imagination fluttered.

Santana soon drove out of the city, driving on the wide concrete roads on the outskirts of the city.

The "Golden Autumn Symposium" was held in the second guest house of the Construction Bureau, located seven kilometers on the outskirts of the city, also called Qiugu Manor, which is a hotel composed of a group of small villas, built between the valley and lakes, very quiet and elegant.

The car went up along the Huchuan River, a tributary of the Minjiang River, and gradually, the old trees on both sides of the road were lush, like shade, and the new trees were green, and they were quite towering. The mountain cols on both sides are transparent, like a peach fairyland, sometimes the mountain stream pours, the sound of the uproar is like "the big bead and the small bead fall on the jade plate", and when the river is murmuring, it makes people's hearts cool and peaceful, sometimes there are three or two chirps ringing in the ears, the red beak of the chickadee, like a bud and a new flower.

The forest road, the mountain breeze is light, the face is not cold, the kudzu vines are fluttering, and the greenery is full.

Lan Xue took advantage of the fact that the vehicle was turning back and forth in the mountain road, and kept squeezing towards Yang Zijian, her arms already rubbing against his waist.

Yang Zijian's whole body fluttered, and he turned his head to look at her face, her baby's fat cheeks were white and delicate, her nose was as white as jade, her cherry lips were delicate, and her eyes were cunning with vein affection...... Yang Zijian's breathing couldn't help but become a little short, and he glanced at Mr. Cui out of the corner of his eye, but found that the poet was looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and he didn't pay attention to what was happening here.

Yang Zijian's heart was horizontal, his right hand hung from the thigh to the buttocks, and then naturally touched with Lan Xue's jade palm, the two palms, the ten fingers gently staggered together, enjoying this exciting contact, only then did I feel that the girl's little hands were really soft and boneless, delicate and incomparable, like a work of art.

"Sigh", the car through the canyon, along the river, the window is bright, the scenery is cheerful, the shore is beautiful, the air is fresh, the river water is clean and clear, people can't help but want to go into the water to swim.

Lan Xue suddenly said to Yang Zijian very longingly: "If you have time, let's go to the Huchuan Reservoir to play together, where the beach is very shallow and the scenery is very beautiful, it is simply a fairyland on earth!" ”

This time, Teacher Cui heard it clearly, came back to his senses, and snorted coldly: "This summer, middle school students in several counties drowned when they went to swim in the river, and No. 1 Middle School has issued a notice that students are not allowed to swim in the river!" ”

Yang Zijian and Lan Xue were startled, and their clasped hands were released, but their shoulders were still tightly together.

At 1:50, Yang Zijian, Lan Xue and Cui You arrived at Qiugu Manor.

Autumn Valley Manor is very famous, during the Anti-Japanese War, the Japanese invaded Rongcheng, the provincial capital moved to the southern sword city of central Fujian, and then was bombed by planes in turn, so the main government departments had to hide in the valley green forest of Autumn Valley, so there are many earth buildings, air-raid shelters, of course, now they are transformed into summer hotels and scenic spots, and there are also various beautiful stilted buildings in the valley. Ten kilometers further north from Akiya Manor is the famous Toragawa Reservoir.

The main building of the Akiya Manor is a large two-story turtle-shaped building, surrounded by valleys and trees, with a reception hall on the first floor and a conference room on the second floor, and a fishing room by the pond opposite.

A beautiful receptionist lady directed them directly to the conference room on the second floor, where more than thirty writers and editors were already seated.

Lan Xue waved goodbye to Teacher Cui and Yang Zijian, and walked to the reception room at the back familiarly.

Mr. Cui took Yang Zijian to a young editor with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a small head, and introduced: "Zijian, this is the editor of the Overseas Chinese Daily, Tonghuo, and your prose was recommended overseas by the editor of Tonghuo." Tonghuo, this is my student, Yang Zijian. ”

Of course Yang Zijian knew this editor, Tonghuo was a police officer who graduated from university, but he was the best at economic commentary, he hurriedly bowed and said: "Hello Teacher Tonghuo, thank you for adopting my prose works of religion and culture!" ”