Zheng Yaoyang doesn't like drinking, and Director Zhang doesn't dare to persuade him to drink. A meal without wine ends very quickly.
After dinner, Zheng Yaoyang returned to the hotel to rest. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Two people were standing at the door. One of them had had lunch together and seemed to be the department manager of the People's Bank of China.
The bank manager looked respectful and said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng, I didn't disturb your lunch break, did I?"
Zheng Yaoyang opened the door and said with a smile: "Don't disturb me, come in. I just woke up."
The two accepted the invitation with smiles on their faces. When they entered the house, they were shocked by the luxurious decoration of the room.
When the Bao family and his son came to the capital for the first time, they crowded into a small reception room.
Therefore, when the Zhaolong Hotel was first established, it was to provide a place for distinguished guests to stay.
Zheng Yaoyang is Bao Yugang's grandson and can be regarded as half the owner. The hotel arranged the best room for him.
It has hosted Samuel, Genli and his wife, and Emperor Su Shun. It is a presidential suite in the true sense.
The room is located on the 19th floor of the hotel. The living room has an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. There are not many high-rise buildings in the Second Ring Road of Beijing, and you can still vaguely see the eaves of the Forbidden City.
"Who is this?"
Zheng Yaoyang was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his eyes focused on another girl, a short-haired girl in her twenties, who looked like a recent graduate or a college student.
The manager hurriedly introduced: "Mr. Zheng, this is classmate Ye Wenjie, who studies in the Humanities Department of Peking University. I will be your tour guide for the next two days."
Ye Wenjie stood up quickly and said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Zheng, my name is Ye Wenjie."
"Okay, you guys sit down first and eat whatever snacks are on the table. I'll change my clothes and leave."
Zheng Yaoyang nodded slightly to say hello and returned to the room to change into a light down jacket.
In November, Beijing enters winter, with temperatures only in the teens during the day and even colder at night.
After the manager completed his task, he did not stay long and said goodbye to Zheng Yaoyang at the door of the hotel.
Zheng Yaoyang entered the car, and Ye Wenjie sat next to him. Zheng Yaoyang asked: "Are you from Peking University?"
Ye Wenjie nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I am currently in my second year of graduate school in the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences."
"Then let's go to Peking University first."
Zheng Yaoyang ordered the driver and said with a smile: "Don't be so formal. We should be about the same age."
"I'm three years older than you."
Ye Wenjie lowered her head, feeling very embarrassed, but her cheeks were red from the cold, covering up her own blush.
Zheng Yaoyang has always been a legend among the younger generation, and she is honored to be his tour guide.
Zheng Yaoyang admired the scenery outside the window: "Have you heard of Liu Mingze? He is an international student from Xiangjiang."
Ye Wenjie thought for a long time and had a vague impression: "Are you from the School of International Relations?"
Zheng Yaoyang thought for a while, shrugged and said with a smile: "I guess so, I'll ask about it then."
Xiao Ziliang has returned to Hong Kong, and Liu Mingze is still wandering in Peking University. I don’t know how he is doing.
Even if he is idle, he might as well go and have a look, lest he think he has been forgotten.
"If you want to go to International Relations, you should take Xuefu Road, then Qiuzhi Road, and enter from the east gate of the First Academy."
Ye Wenjie was so familiar with the road conditions that it could be called a human map. Zheng Yaoyang smiled and said, "Go as she said."
Along the way, Ye Wenjie kept telling: "Both Peking University and Huaqing University were built next to the Old Summer Palace. If Mr. Zheng is interested, you may wish to visit the old sites later."
She also has a mission as a tour guide, and taking Zheng Yaoyang to visit the Old Summer Palace is one of her missions. Since it was burned down 130 years ago, there are no plans to restore it.
The ruins of the Old Summer Palace are an eternal memorial site of national humiliation and a living subject for patriotic education for generations. Restoration will only destroy the educational value of the cultural relics.
Although this kind of patriotic education may be insignificant to Zheng Yaoyang, it is better than nothing.
"Okay, I'll go and have a look if I have time."
Zheng Yaoyang was absent-minded, admiring the Forbidden City complex not far away and the photo of the great man.
He came to the capital many times in the future, but this was the second time he came here, which can be regarded as the first time.
The last time was the celebration day last year, and the situation was quite special. It came and went in a hurry, as if it was a task completed, without stopping at all.
The capital city in the early 1990s was actually not particularly prosperous, not as good as the Magic City, or even the recently developed Pengcheng.
After all, it is the capital of a country. Major policies must be piloted in other cities first and get good feedback before they dare to be implemented in the capital.
Zheng Yaoyang also gave up the idea of contacting the local communications bureau to build a 1G2G signal tower.
In the future, it will not be too late for them to take the initiative to invite them to join us again, so as not to be labeled as endangering information security.
Not long after, we arrived at the School of International Relations at Peking University.
The guard learned about the situation and called Liu Mingze's phone number in the boys' dormitory.
Liu Mingze ran over in a hurry, wearing black cotton trousers and cotton shoes, a white shirt on his upper body, and a large cotton-padded jacket.
Zheng Yaoyang gave everyone a big hug and said with a smile: "Mingze, it seems you have integrated well."
Liu Mingze's whole body was dry, and his lips almost split when he smiled: "Yaoyang, why are you here?"
"Come here to do some errands. Come over and see how you are doing lately?"
"Everything else is fine, except that the cold and dry weather in the north is a bit uncomfortable."
Liu Mingze was born and raised in Xiangjiang. The climate in the south is humid, so it’s okay to take a shower even if it’s cold.
But it was different in the north, where the weather was cold and dry. He just didn't know it last year. He took baths often when the weather was cold, almost splitting his skin.
After a winter of devastation, Liu Mingze became accustomed to not taking a shower for a long time, allowing the external oils to protect the skin from damage. It was inevitable to wash his hands and face every day, and they cracked as soon as they were washed.
Zheng Yaoyang held back his smile: "Why did I hear that you plan to stay for another year?"
Liu Mingze hesitated to speak and looked at Ye Wenjie, because he could tell at a glance that the other person was from mainland China.
The most obvious thing is the attire on his body. In fact, the more obvious person is Zheng Yaoyang. He is wearing a light orange down jacket. He looks so glamorous and looks like he is from out of town.
Zheng Yaoyang took out a stack of banknotes from the car, which contained about two thousand US dollars: "Classmate Ye, please help us buy two cups of coffee. The remaining money will be used as your salary for these two days."
Ye Wenjie waved her hands hurriedly: "No need, Mr. Zheng, Manager Sun has already given me the funds."
"Take it!"
Zheng Yaoyang couldn't refuse and turned to look at Liu Mingze: "Is there anywhere I can go for a walk around here?"
"Let's go to the park in the middle of the lake."
Liu Mingze smiled and echoed: "Sister, just take it, you will be angry if you don't take Yaoyang."
Ye Wenjie looked embarrassed, so she had no choice but to accept it, bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng."
Zheng Yaoyang hummed: "Classmate Ye, you can go to the lake park to find us later."
The two of them chatted while walking around campus. Zheng Yaoyang's brightly colored coat attracted special attention wherever he went.
It's just that he looks very young, so he can integrate into the environment on the Peking University campus.
Liu Mingze said: "My mentor asked me if I wanted to be an official in the future? I didn't hide it from him."
"After hearing this, he thought about it for a few days and suggested that I should study for another year and recommend that I take courses in the School of Political Science concurrently. I finally agreed after much consideration."
"Because this semester is my junior year, and I will return to Hong Kong for my senior year in the second half of next year. I still have one year to prepare for the government affairs grade exam."
The mentor once participated in the revision of the Mainland’s Legal Affairs and Law Committee. The current head of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee is either his classmate or his disciple, and he has a very wide network of contacts.
Liu Mingze saw that his mentor wanted to train him, and now that he returns to Hong Kong, he will probably be ostracized.
It would be better to study at Peking University for one year, where you can make more friends and lay a solid foundation for the future.
Zheng Yaoyang looked at the ice floes on the water and said casually: "Just make your own plans. I have no objection, and I won't be able to help you in the future."
Since establishing Woodpecker Fund, he has almost dominated the business world in Hong Kong.
If the British Hong Kong government knew that he still wanted to intervene in the government affairs department, they would never let him get what he wanted.