Before Fan Heng asked for leave from the factory, CCTV sent an invitation letter.

An annual advertising period is coming to an end, CCTV also hopes that the plain factory can continue to do advertising, and the restrictions on micro recording equipment have been completely relaxed, and they hope that the product series of the "Thunder" brand can be expanded, and the transition from a single player to a recording and playback machine.

In this way, it is necessary to negotiate specifically, and Fan Heng, as the representative of the Pingyuan Factory in contact with CCTV, naturally needs to go to Yanjing to continue to talk about this matter.

However, CCTV never thought that the Pingyuan Factory did not spend on advertising, and the millions of investments every year came from the hands of "Hong Kong businessman" Fan Wuxi.

Therefore, after receiving the invitation letter from CCTV, the Pingyuan factory asked the deputy factory director Fan Heng to go north to the capital without objection.

And Fan Heng, the deputy director of the factory, was naturally not the owner of the money, and he brought the big-headed Fan Wuzhi without any objection.

"Finally breathe the air of freedom again!" After the train started, Fan Wuxian finally burst into tears.

After holding back in the classroom for a few months, Fan Wuxi's heart was already about to grow hair, and this time he came out, he really felt liberated, so cool that he couldn't express it in words.

Compared with the last time, Fan's father and son brought more things this time, some are newly produced walkmans, and some are humidifiers that have not yet been officially put into production.

Most of these things are to be sent out as New Year's goods, and the heads and brains of various departments that can be contacted will be in a good mood when they receive such a refreshing gift in the dry weather, and the time is just right.

But the father and son must not be able to carry so many things with them, they specially engaged in a train consignment, and the goods went with the car, and when they arrived in Yanjing, they naturally had someone arranged by Director Zhang to pick them up. Therefore, the carry-on luggage of the two people this time is much less than the last time they entered Beijing, and they live in the soft sleeper compartment is also very clean, which is not the same as the last time it was crowded.

"Doesn't it feel good—" Fan Heng asked casually after glancing at his excited son.

"The feeling of flying!" Fan Wuxian raised his clenched fist, bent his elbows and sank down, making a gesture of hard work.

The train walked all the way, through six tunnels, and finally set foot on the Hebei Plain and came to Yanjing, the heart of the motherland.

This time the weather was not very good, it was cold and dry, and it had not snowed for a long time, and when I walked out into the street, I saw that eight out of ten people had cracked their lips because of the dry air. There are even more depressed people, whose lips cracked open at the center line, and a bloody wound is really frightening. Moreover, once it cracks there, it is not easy to grow well!

After Fan Wuxian noticed this problem, he couldn't help but say to his father Fan Heng, "See! This time, we are saving the people from the dire situation! A humidifier, I don't know how many people will avoid splitting their lips due to dry air, and you don't want to be full of cleft lips on the street, right? ”

"I think this thing is better than the Walkman you used to make! It is practical, it can meet the material needs of the people, and in that sense, you have done a good thing this time! Fan Heng naturally also noticed the scene on the street, touched Fan Wuxi's head, and said warmly and encouragingly.

Fan Wuxian didn't think so, he shook his head, got rid of his father's hand, and then denied, "I don't think so!" Although the Walkman is small, it meets the spiritual and cultural needs of the people, which is also very important! In a sense, the impact is much greater than that of a humidifier! ”

"Uh-" Fan Heng didn't expect his son to come up with such a set of words again, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, thinking about it in his heart, and felt that what he said also made some sense.

After all, people living in this world need not only to dress and eat, but also to have a higher level of ideals, and the construction of spiritual civilization is also vigorously advocated by the state!

The people on the street, all wearing dark cotton coats or something, Fan Wuxian noticed that there were military coats, tweed coats, and down jackets that looked very rough, all of them were very bloated, and everyone walked on the street in such clothes, like a moving fortress.

After the crowded flow of people into the station, I saw that Director Zhang was already waiting outside, and the weather was naturally relatively cold, which could be seen from his nose that was red from the cold, and his feet in cotton shoes kept rising and falling, obviously not lightly affected by the cold.

"Comrade Fan Heng—" Director Zhang saw Fan's father and son from afar, waved his hand and shouted in this direction.

The father and son dragged their duffel bags and squeezed over, and found that Director Zhang was still waiting here with five or six people, and there were three good-looking cars parked a little farther away, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The weather was too cold, and after the two sides exchanged pleasantries, they got into the carriage, and after turning on the heater, it eased up a little, and then Director Zhang asked with some complaints, "Why do you always pick the coldest to come to Yanjing?" I can't do it if I want to show you around! Look at the cold weather, where can you play? I guess it's about the same as going ice skating in the North Sea! ”

Before Fan Heng could answer, Fan Wuxian hurriedly replied, "Hehe! It's all about work! When did we come here and not for work? In order to realize the four modernizations as soon as possible and build our great motherland into a prosperous, strong, and civilized modern socialist country, what are you afraid of after a while? Doesn't it mean that the worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy! ”

"You-you-" Director Zhang looked at Fan Wuxian with a wry smile, and then looked at Fan Heng again, and then said, "This baby of your family is really good at singing, and I don't even know how to answer!" ”

Fan Heng gently knocked on Fan Wuxian's head, and pretended to be majestic and scolded, "It's not big or small, how can you talk to Uncle Zhang like this?" Don't apologize yet! ”

Fan Wuxian smiled, and before he could speak, Director Zhang waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it!" What else can I do with him, how can I say that he is my future nephew and son-in-law! ”

Fan Wuxi, who was originally complacent, suddenly wilted when he heard this, and said in his heart that his luck was really declining, but he let the family pinch this handle and say, Director Zhang is also a wilted person, and he doesn't use dirty words to hurt people.

"We've got a lot of stuff on the train, Director Zhang, how do you think we're going to get it—" Fan Heng said.

"This is easy to do, just let our people pick it up later." Director Zhang happily agreed.

They drove back in the car, and the people in the other two cars stayed behind to wait for their luggage, and when they returned to the unit, they found that the uncle in the communication room was already standing outside the door waiting for them.

"Director Zhang, you're back, Da Liu, they called from the train station a while ago, saying that there is too much luggage, please ask me if you can find a big truck to pull it back!"

When Director Zhang heard this, he was stunned, turned his head to look at Fan Heng and his son, and asked with some suspicion, "I said Comrade Fan Heng, how much luggage have you checked?" I can't fit two cars, so I have to find a big truck to load them? ”

Fan Wuxian pouted and said, "Look at what you said, can you still send this gift to Shaoli?" Actually, it's not much, I estimate it's only half a wagon. ”

Half a wagon-Director Zhang was suddenly shocked, and turned his eyes to look at Fan Heng, only to see Fan Heng nodding very seriously, sure enough! He wiped the beads of sweat that suddenly appeared, and weakly ordered the person next to him, "Quick, whoever is it, you go to the back and find a truck, and pull things back first!" ”

"Chief, it's almost noon, and this is going to be overtime—" said a young fellow with a smile.

As soon as Director Zhang heard this, the black line on his head immediately rose, and when he was about to scold, Fan Heng spoke beside him, "This is easy to say, in fact, it is a few New Year's goods, and those who see it have a share!" After a while, the comrades are busy with their work, and they will all go to Donglai to shun the mutton, and they will not be seen or dispersed! ”

Finding Director Zhang staring at him, Fan Heng said with a smile, "Director Zhang, we will pay for this fee, but the position can only be booked if you come to say hello!" ”

Director Zhang looked at the time, at half past ten in the morning, thinking that it was estimated that Donglaishun still had a free private room, so he nodded and agreed, and said to a few young people under him, "Okay! Director Fan said this, so we don't have to be polite! Who called them nouveau riche now? Just go after finishing your work, don't tell me that you don't know where the gate of Donglaishun is opening! ”

"Look at what Zhang Tou'er said, where can it be!" Everyone laughed and laughed and looked for the truck.

After waiting for more than half an hour, I saw a Jiefang brand truck driving into the yard, looking at the appearance of the tires, the load was definitely not light, Director Zhang couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and said that this time Fan Heng and his son went to Beijing, but they had a lot of money, and I don't know what kind of problems they will give themselves!

(To be continued)