Outside the bar on the edge of the beach, a ram sedan and business drove away slowly.

Four or five topless, leather jackets, beards and long hair men walked out from behind, the proprietress bowed her head and ordered something, several men nodded slightly, laughed evilly, and rode on motorcycles and followed in the direction of the two cars leaving.

The car stopped in front of the three-story building, and the sky was already slightly white.

There was a huge pickup truck at the door, with some unnamed equipment on it.

There is no lock in the yard, and when you open the door, you can see some tropical plants farmed, and there are a few pairs of mud-stained rubber shoes under the faucet, as if someone has just returned.

Wu Daohong and Wang Feng glanced at each other, and their faces changed slightly.

Looking up at the second floor, I saw that the lights in the innermost room were on, and there was a voice talking, as if it was in a meeting to discuss something, and it seemed that it was busy all night.

Wang Feng thought for a while and looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Director Liu Zhendong should be back, do you want to go upstairs to say hello, or go directly to the dormitory to rest?" ”

Jiang Yang looked at the drunken Bancun, looked up at the second floor and said, "Let Lao Wu take Bancun to the dormitory, you can accompany me to the second floor to say hello." After all, I just arrived here, and I should report to it. ”

Wang Feng nodded and glanced at Wu Daohong.

Wu Daohong understood what Wang Feng meant, so he helped Bancun up the stairs along the right side.

Jiang Yang went up the stairs from the left side under the leadership of Wang Feng.

The design of this building is a bit strange, the staircase is not like the domestic one, each step is a fixed size, but there are high and low, and the shape is not irregular.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and there were some maps and flags of China pasted on them.

It wasn't until the door of the brightly lit office that Wang Feng finally stopped.

Jiang Yang looked up, and the words "Director's Office" were written on it.

The door of the office was open, the smell of smoke and cigars inside was very strong, the white mist was shrouded, and several people were talking about something, Jiang Yang couldn't hear it clearly, but he could hear the words "exploration", "oil quality", "refining" and "equipment".

It's supposed to be talking about the results of stone exploration.

Wang Feng stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and the inside instantly fell silent.

I saw a room of less than 20 square meters, with a simple wooden floor, powder blue walls, and dark blue windows of less than a square meter, just a wooden frame painted and nailed four small pieces of glass to it. The furnishings in the room are simple, a small square table and a chair can be regarded as a complete set of desks.

There were six chairs on the side of the wall, which were even sofas, and the coffee table was small, with a teapot and two cups on it, and it was covered with dust, which showed that these people almost did not drink tea, or that they did not have time to drink tea at all.

Everything couldn't be simpler.

Five Chinese men sat against the wall, holding some materials and bottles and cans in their hands, and in front of the desk sat a middle-aged man with his hair combed high, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face grim.

The man was in his early 40s, and despite the weather, he still wore thick cargo pants and a beige overall, wrapping himself so tightly that he couldn't even see his neck.

It is worth noting that the man wore quite a few metal signs on his clothes with unreadable characters on them.

Two on his arms, two on his chest, and from under the table, there were also a few metal signs on his shoes, which looked a little strange.

After hearing the knock on the door, the man subconsciously looked up at the door, and when he saw that it was Wang Feng, his brows furrowed.

"Don't you see me in a meeting?"

This person is the main person in charge of this project, Liu Zhendong.

Wang Feng seemed to be a little afraid of this Liu Zhendong, and spoke in a very small voice: "Director Jiang has arrived, come and say hello to you." ”

Liu Zhendong tilted his head and looked out, and looked at Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang? ”

Jiang Yang nodded: "It's me." ”

Liu Zhendong waved his hand: "Come in and talk." ”

The sound is deep and magnetic.

The volume is not loud, but it is clear to people.

As soon as the two entered the house, Liu Zhendong's brows furrowed again: "You two have been drinking?" ”

The atmosphere in the house was somewhat solemn.

Wang Feng was a little at a loss, Jiang Yang said: "Drink some, after all, I just arrived at this place, and I have just come into contact with new colleagues, so I took them to relax......"

"Hem-."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Zhendong said a little angrily: "It's not kind to you guys." ”

Jiang Yang and Wang Feng were stunned at the same time.

Liu Zhendong said: "There are so many people in our project department, and we don't say we are called together when we drink, why, I dislike us who are running on the front line to engage in technology, are we embarrassed to drink with you?" As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere eased a little.

Jiang Yang smiled slightly: "Next time, definitely." ”

Liu Zhendong touched his chin, his eyes looked at Jiang Yang again for a few seconds, and then pointed to the chair on the side: "Sit down and say, you're welcome, treat this as your own home." ”

"Thank you."

Jiang Yang responded politely, went to the side to pull a chair and sat down, only to see a few dirty, older men with a little hostility towards his eyes.

"Lao Su, the first day Director Jiang came to the unit, he didn't know how to pour a glass of water?"

Liu Zhendong scolded.

Lao Su is a man of nearly sixty years old, his hair is curly, his face is full of stubble, after hearing Liu Zhendong's scolding, he turned his head and snorted coldly: "The kettle is placed there, will you pour it yourself if you want to drink?" ”

"You ......"

Liu Zhendong was slightly stunned, stood up angrily and poured water, not forgetting to mutter: "It's getting more and more unruly!" ”

Walking to the coffee table, Liu Zhendong first picked up the teapot and opened the lid to smell it, with a complicated expression on his face, and then returned to the table and opened the drawer and took out a box of tea leaves from it.

The iron box, the size of a pen holder, unscrewed the lid, Liu Zhendong smiled embarrassedly: "The ghost weather here is too nonsense, the good tea has only been half a year, and it has grown hair!" But it doesn't matter, this tea leaves are drunk like hair, and the taste is better. Just like the Pu'er tea in our hometown, the longer you leave it, the better it tastes! ”

I don't know if it's for Jiang Yang or for himself.

In short, he grabbed a handful of tea leaves and stuffed them into the pot, then turned on the faucet, filled it with tap water, walked to Lao Su's side, and stared.

"Boil water!"

Lao Su glanced up at Liu Zhendong, took the teapot and went out with an unhappy face.

Liu Zhendong looked at the door and scolded: "This old thing." ”

Then he looked at Jiang Yang and smiled: "Don't mind, we are all rough people, we haven't read fine books, and we have come here to drill in the mountains all year round, what kind of cultivation and sentiment, I have almost forgotten it." ”

Jiang Yang just nodded slightly, and his eyes glanced at the steel plate on Liu Zhendong's chest.

It was found engraved with the name of the person and the word "date".

Hu Hua, 1963, 1999.