This is to be expected, and nothing surprising. Hou Ping'an also expected it.

This time the construction of the factory involves billions of funds, which is nothing. Now to develop a real estate, which is not a claim to be an investment of billions?

But the most important thing is that this is a factory construction, and it is a factory of the world's luxury brands, which is of great help to improve the level of self-made craftsmanship in Changling City. The second is the jobs created, and the third is the competitiveness of the city brought by brand influence.

If the property is developed, it will not make any huge economic contribution to the city if it is sold. A one-shot deal. But the factory can provide a steady stream of technical support, even if it is labor-intensive.

And the influence of the brand is the most important, it is likely to open this head, there will be a steady stream of brand processing plants will be stationed in Changling City, as long as the policy is good, the service is good, and the investment will definitely be retained.

That's what Robben came here for. It was also commissioned by the big boss.

Of course, it was impossible for the big boss to assign him this task personally, but through his uncle Lu Changgeng's words. That is, the last time Luo Benchu invited him to dinner, the old man in his fifties who had a good chat with Hou Ping'an.

"Big boss see me?" Hou Ping'an finally got serious, thought about it and smiled, "It's better not to see it at this stage." We'll talk about it when it's settled. I fought with all my might, and you reassured him. ”

With this sentence, Luo Benchu didn't force the meeting.

Anyway, the days are still long, and Hou Ping'an's online education base will also be built here.

Hou Ping'an didn't want to see him, but he knew how many catties and taels he had.

After eating, I was a little upset.

Madoka and Xiaoshui cleaned up the dining table, and at this time, the sunset had no heat, and the big orange discs hung among the high-rise buildings in the city.

"Mr. Luo drinks tea!" Xiaoshui brought the tea up, gave Luo Benchu a cup, gave Hou Ping'an a cup, and went down to clean up with Xiaoyuan.

"When I wanted to study back then, I never thought I would come this far!"

Luo Benchu was drunk, and some high-spirited emotions needed to be vented. Normally, he can only hold these emotions alone, even his parents, sisters and uncles will not easily reveal them.

But in front of Hou Ping'an, after drinking a little wine, he couldn't help it.

"It's like looking down on the city and wanting to do something about it." Luo Benchu sat on the back chair, holding tea, squinting at the orange sunset that was no longer dazzling.

"That's the sense of mission and responsibility!"

"Old Hou, do you feel like this sometimes?" Luo Benchu said, turning his head to look at Hou Ping'an, who was lying on the recliner side by side with him, "I think your feelings should be stronger than mine." ”

Hou Ping'an didn't answer him, but stood up and walked to the railing, holding a teacup in one hand and holding the railing with the other. Then he turned his head to look at Luo Benchu.

"Do you want to know what my dream was?"

Luo Benchu was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What is it?" ”

"Steal the radish of the Zhang family next door and marry the daughter of the Zhang family." Hou Ping'an smiled.

In fact, it is not the Zhang family, but the Ning family in the previous life. It's also his neighbor's house. Because he had no one to discipline him, he always went to steal the Ning family's turnips, and the girl of the Ning family would wait for him to steal it every time, wait on the road, and hammer him.

The girl developed early, a head taller than Hou Ping'an when she was a child, and every time she was beaten, her nose and face were swollen.

Until one time in the class, a boy was also bullied by a girl, and when he was beaten and cried, he pointed to the girl and said, "You wait, when you grow up, I will marry you and beat my wife every day." ”

Only then did he know that the best way for a man to punish a woman was to marry her. So his original dream was to marry the daughter of the Ning family, and then beat his wife every day.

It's a pity that this wish did not come true, but dissipated without a trace as we grew older.

I still think of the little girl who beat me up occasionally.

Until one day, he took the brethren to eat in the streets, and saw that; The neighbor's daughter was eating with a man at a stall, and a boy of four or five years old was moving a stool and playing next to her.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

He invited his brothers to drink that day, and then they fought with their opponents on the street next to him. He was chased, fell to the ground, and then watched the neighbor's girl avoid him in a panic, and looked at himself who fell to the ground with some pity.

But she doesn't remember herself at all.

Hurriedly waiting for her husband and children to leave. I watched this group of people fight in the streets with disgust.

It has been said that all the first memories in the world are the most profound. But for Hou Ping'an, this is not the case. It was just an episode, and he soon forgot about the girl in the neighborhood.

But I forgot the girl, but I didn't forget my original dream.

"Haha-" Luo Benchu laughed, pointed at Hou Ping'an, and then sighed as well, and said, "Actually, my original dream was not this. There are no such big ideas, and there is nothing arrogant. I just want to have time to watch TV every day, that's my biggest dream. ”

"So miserable?"

Hou Ping'an looked back at him in surprise.

"Yes, since I was in elementary school, I have been constantly training, all kinds of training. Piano, art, calligraphy and taekwondo...... Oh my god, I think about it right now. Luo Benchu smiled, "What I want to do now is to change the family's perception of education......"

"In fact, every family has the cognition of each family, what to change?"

Hou Ping'an laughed, and then looked at the sunset that had slowly fallen, and it was already halfway down. The sun was no longer warm, but the glow was red again, causing the whole city to fall into an orange reflection. Filled with one of the most emotionally gentle colors.

Hou Ping'an continued: "Later, my dream was to marry the girl I missed back then. Pity...... It's not over in this life. ”

Glutinium

The girl he was talking about was the girl who went to see him in the detention center.

It can only be said that some of the love when I was young was really pure.

That's why love at a young age is very precious. Because once you pass that age, you will inevitably be contaminated with twilight and worldliness, and thus lose your original luster.

So this dream was not completed, and he does not regret it. Because maybe they are really together, and they will be separated because of the world. Even a good memory will be ruined when the time comes.

"Tong Yun?"

Luo Benchu subconsciously asked.

Because Tong Yun has already revealed that she was Hou Ping'an's crush in high school.

Hou Ping'an didn't bother to argue, just shook his head and smiled: "Don't gossip, a woman like Tong Yun is not suitable to be a wife, a strong woman, who is subordinate to others?" ”

"Yes, in fact, the family is also a small social ladder. When there are different classes, sometimes class contradictions will erupt. ”

"Haha, that's right!"

Hou Ping'an laughed, raised the teacup, and both of them touched it.

"What are you going to do in the future? Stay in Changling City to manage the factory or be your online education group? ”

This is also what Luo Benchu is most concerned about.

"Me? I'm impatient to do these things. Hou Ping'an watched the cityscape outside slowly fall into the twilight, and the sky was slowly getting dark.

"My biggest dream now is to enjoy life freely. This dream has not changed, and it will not change in the future. ”

"You, you—"

Luo Benchu felt that Hou Ping'an should just talk, so he didn't dwell on this. When Hou Ping'an said this, he was obviously unwilling to talk about this matter.

"I'm looking for a class!"

"What?" Luo Benchu turned his head to look at Hou Ping'an, "You? Work? ”

Hou Ping'an looked at him and smiled: "What's so strange about this?" When I say freedom, I don't just wander around, but do what I want to do. ”

"Being a teacher?"

"Forget it, I'm a teacher by mistake, I don't have the patience to engage in ideological education, and I don't have the patience to do any review, even the class is casual, although there are some things to hear, but how many things can be remembered in a class? The most important thing is to urge students to memorize and use it flexibly. I'm a lot worse at that. ”

"Actually, your theories are pretty good." Luo Benchu also stood up, standing side by side with him by the railing, and then looked into the distance, holding tea.

Twilight paints the distance in ink, the sky a deep blue, and the stars shine through your fingers.

"And what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, maybe there's always something I want to do."

Hou Ping'an smiled, and suddenly remembered that when he was traveling by car alone, he took a camera, and then took pictures of all the things he saw and heard, and took pictures of the two journeys posted on the Internet.

"The world is so big, I want to see it!"

Luo Benchu was stunned for a moment, then remembered this resignation sentence that became popular on the Internet, and laughed and sighed: "Who doesn't want to live like this?" It's a pity that people are collective and utilitarian, and they can't get rid of something. ”

"But you can!"

He added with a smile.

"I wish I could." Hou Ping'an said, "One person's trip and two people's travel are actually trips. When I find the person I want to take with me, I'll do it. ”

"Cheers to this casual one."

Luo Benchu raised the teacup and touched it with Hou Ping'an.

This time he was really envious of Hou Ping'an. In fact, in his position, there will be gains and losses, so he definitely can't be as willful as Hou Ping'an.

The night grew darker.

The teacup of the glass was still warm, Luo Benchu had already left, Hou Ping'an didn't send him, he called an online car-hailing car outside.

They became more and more casual with each other. If you come, you will come, and if you go, you will go, and you don't need to send it off. That's how old friends get along.

It's not that you can't have any interest claims, you can have, but you generally come by estimating the ability of the other party.

Hou Ping'an was still standing, holding his teacup.

A figure came over quietly, then stood beside Hou Ping'an, gently stretched out his hand, grabbed Hou Ping'an's arm in his trouser pocket, and slowly leaned his head on Hou Ping'an's shoulder.

Hou Ping'an didn't move, and neither did the girl next to him.

The night became the backdrop for the two of them, and the two of them were a dark-toned oil painting.