Su Wantang was sitting in the audience, watching Zhao Chen come down from the stage, his eyes were a little red.
Chen Xi clapped gently beside him with a smile on his lips.
Zhang Qingxue pushed up his glasses, showing a rare expression of relaxation.
Cheng Jiaxun came up to him and held Zhao Chen's hand. "Chairman Zhao, your words are worth more than anything else."
Zhao Chen smiled, "Mr. Cheng, sign the contract."
Cheng Jiaxun nodded vigorously. "Okay. Sign the contract."
The background board on the rostrum was replaced by a signing table.
Two agreements were placed on the red velvet cloth, and the gold-gilded covers shone in the light.
Zhao Chen and Cheng Jiaxun were sitting on both sides respectively. All eyes in the audience were focused on them.
Sign, exchange, shake hands, toast.
The flashlights lit up.
Cheng Jiaxun picked up the wine glass and faced the audience. "Everyone, from today on, Yunnan Agriculture Group and Henglong Group are a family."
Thunderous applause.
Zhao Chen also picked up the wine glass and touched it with Cheng Jiaxun: "Mr. Cheng, happy cooperation."
Cheng Jiaxun's eyes turned red again. "Chairman Zhao, happy cooperation."
The two drank it all in one gulp.
In the audience, Su Wantang looked at Zhao Chen's back and smiled softly.
Chen Xi whispered from the side, "Wantang, your eyes are red."
Su Wantang wiped the corners of his eyes. "No."
Chen Xi also smiled, "Your man is worthy of your pride."
That evening, Cheng Jiaxun arranged another signing dinner.
The dinner for the signing ceremony was more grand than the previous day.
Cheng Jiaxun changed his clothes, stood in front of the stage in high spirits, and raised his wine glass to toast from the table.
When Zhao Chen arrived at the table, he had already drank a lot, but his steps were still steady.
"Chairman Zhao," he picked up the wine glass, "This is my toast to you."
Zhao Chen also stood up and had a drink with him.
Cheng Jiaxun put down the wine glass and looked at Zhao Chen: "Chairman Zhao, I said a lot on the stage today. But there is one sentence I didn't say."
Zhao Chen looked at him.
Cheng Jiaxun said, "You are the most different young man I have ever seen."
He paused. "It's not because you are smart or rich. It's because you are a well-organized person."
Zhao Chen smiled, "Mr. He is too generous."
He Zuxun shook his head. "It's not a reward. It's the truth."
He looked into Zhao Chen's eyes. "Don't worry, I will use every cent of that 390 million on the edge of the knife.
Within three years, I will double the performance of Yunnan Agriculture."
Zhao Chen said, "Mr. Cheng, don't rush. Take your time."
Cheng Jiaxun was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, take your time."
The two had another drink.
When the dinner ended, it was almost ten o'clock.
Zhao Chen was in no hurry to leave.
He stood at the door of the banquet hall and watched the staff remove the background board. Chen Xi and Zhang Qingxue were whispering something in the corner. Liu Mingyu was holding his laptop and already started processing files.
"There's no rush to go back in the next two days." He said.
Several people raised their heads and looked at him.
Zhao Chen said, "I'm already here, so I can't make sense if I don't go out to have fun. I'll take two days off and come back to Shanghai on Monday."
Chen Xi's eyes suddenly lit up. "Zhao Zong, are you going to give us a holiday?"
Zhao Chen nodded. "Yes. You can move freely and go wherever you want, and the company will reimburse you for your expenses."
Chen Xi almost jumped up. "Great! I've wanted to go Shangri-La for a long time!"
Zhang Qingxue rarely smiled, "Then I'm not welcome."
Su Wantang stood next to Zhao Chen, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Liu Mingyu was holding the computer with a confused expression. "Chairman Zhao, about the announcement..."
Zhao Chen looked at him. "You are responsible for the announcement. Just write it in the hotel, you don't have to run with us."
Liu Mingyu nodded, but the expression on his face was still a bit envious.
Chen Xi patted his shoulder. "Secretary Liu, thank you for your hard work. I'll bring you a gift when I come back."
Liu Mingyu smiled bitterly, "Okay."
The next day, Zhao Chen and Su Wantang were the first to leave.
They chartered a car and drove west from Kunming to Dali.
Outside the car window is Yunnan the unique blue sky in winter, with white clouds so low that they can be touched with your hand.
Su Wantang leaned on the seat, looked at the mountains and fields passing by outside the window, and said softly:
"It's been a long time since I've been out and about like this."
Zhao Chen held her hand. "Then take a good rest for two days."
Su Wantang turned his head and looked at him. "You too."
The car drove past Chuxiong and passed through Xiangyun. Around midnight in the afternoon, we finally saw the city gate of Dali.
They did not enter the ancient city, but first went to the Erhai Lake side.
The B&B that Zhao Chen chose is on the east coast of Erhai Lake, in a small village called Wase.
The house was renovated from a traditional old building of the Bai ethnic group, with green tiles and white walls, and bougainvillea trees planted in the yard.
There is a large terrace on the second floor, facing Erhai Lake.
The boss is a woman in her early thirties, with a ponytail, and her skin is tanned to a wheat color by the sunshine on the plateau.
She helped them carry their luggage into the room and said with a smile, "You are here just in time. The weather has been good these two days and you can watch the sunset."
Zhao Chen stood on the terrace and looked at Erhai Lake in front of him.
The sun shines on the water, breaking into a golden light.
Cangshan Mountain in the distance is still covered with snow, and it looks particularly clear under the blue sky and white clouds.
Su Wantang came over and stood beside him. "It's so beautiful."
Zhao Chen nodded. "Yeah."
The two of them just stood like this, no one said anything. The wind blew from Erhai Lake, carrying the breath of water, which was cool and very comfortable.
"Have you been here before?" Su Wantang asked.
Zhao Chen shook his head. "No."
Su Wantang smiled, "That's your first time here."
Zhao Chen thought for a while, "Well, it's the first time."
He looked at the golden water in the distance and suddenly felt that there were some places where he really needed to go with specific people.
It's not because of how beautiful it is, but because of the people standing around you that make it all meaningful.
Chen Xi took the bus to Shangri-La.
During the two-hour drive, she barely slept, staring at the scenery outside the window.
From the Central Yunnan Plain to the Tibetan Plateau, the altitude rises little by little, the sky becomes bluer and bluer, and the clouds get lower and lower.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the bus drove into Shangri-La County.
She put down her luggage and ran to Dukezong Ancient Town.
The big prayer wheel is located at the highest place in the ancient city, and its golden body shines dazzlingly in the sun.
Chen Xi When we climbed to the top of the mountain, we were out of breath.
But she didn't bother to rest, so she sat down on a bench by the square and bought a bag of pigeon food.
The pigeons were not afraid of people and came around with cooing sounds. She sprinkled a handful of them, and the pigeons flew up and down again.
She took out her phone, took a photo and sent it to the group:
"Shangri-La's pigeon is fatter than all the pigeons I have ever seen."
Zhang Qingxue replied instantly, "Did you eat all the pigeon food?"
Chen Xi responded with a blank expression.
Zhao Chen replied, "It's fun."
Chen Xi put away the phone and leaned on the back of the chair to bask in the sun.
The sunshine on the plateau is strong, but the wind is cool.
In the square, some people were praying, some were taking photos, and some were in a daze.
Looking at those pigeons, she suddenly felt that all the fatigue of this year seemed to have been blown away by the wind.
She closed her eyes. The sun fell on her eyelids, making her warm.
Zhang Qingxue went to Lijiang alone.
She didn't go to the bar street or any of those busy places.
I just walked slowly along the small alleys of the ancient city, looking at the old houses of the Naxi people, looking at the Dongba Script on the wall, and looking at the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain occasionally exposed at the end of the alley.
When she reached West Street, she sat down on a stone bench by a stream.
The water is very clear, and you can see the water plants underneath. There is a tambourine shop next to it, and soft folk songs are heard.
The phone rang, and it was a message from Chen Xi: "Sister Qingxue, have you arrived at Lijiang?"
Zhang Qingxue replied, "Arrived."
Chen Xi posted another one. "Have you ever had an affair?"
Zhang Qingxue looked at that message and couldn't help but laugh.
She replied, "No. Just cats basking in the sun."
There is a picture accompanying it. An orange cat is lying on the stone steps, eyes narrowed, looking indifferent to the world.
Chen Xi replied with an envious expression.
While they were looking cool, the media had already exploded.
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Although this move is not unprecedented, it is also one of the few.
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