Zheng Wei looked at Zheng Qian, who was wearing regular military uniforms, with a face filled with relief. But when he looked at Ding Yang, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Duoduo, let them go. Don't involve you in business competition."
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"Yes, yes, Director Zheng is right, let us all go!"
Ding Yang was overjoyed, holding his head and shouting: "Let us all go, Director Zheng, I guarantee with my personality that I will try my best to lobby Director Feng to increase the purchase price when I get back... Even if you don't want to sell, I will do my best to help you."
You lobby!”
Qi Junhui spat, "You are the only one with character?"
Ding Yang said aggrievedly: "Brother, you can insult my character, but you can't insult my personality. I have respected my uncle from the People's Liberation Army who loves us since I was a child..."
Qi Junhui laughed angrily.
At this time, Zheng Qian was relieved to see that his father was okay. He nodded slightly and said to Ding Yang, "You can go."
Huang Lin was stunned and raised his eyebrows: "Just let it go?"
Zheng Qian nodded.
Huang Lin seemed a little disappointed and signaled to his subordinates to send Ding Yang and others away. Then he put his arm on Zheng Qian's shoulders and whispered with a wink: "You don't have to worry so much. This time our leader speaks in person, which is equivalent to
Dinghai Shenzhen has made it clear that it will support you, so what are you afraid of?"
Zheng Qian smiled and shook his head: "Since it is a commercial competition, then use commercial means to resolve it."
As a prophet, Zheng Qian’s words are not without purpose.
He knows better than anyone else the dire nature of the domestic milk industry, and competition must be fought by any means necessary. Zheng Qian said that the worst he could do was flip the table. Those well-known companies in the industry would count and no one could escape.
But Huang Lin was greatly surprised. He looked at Zheng Qian and said, "You are ambitious."
In his heart, he actually admired him a little. If it had been anyone else, with their support, his tail would have been raised to the sky, but Zheng Qian's calm performance seemed to be just like what he said before, just to go home and take a look.
Now that he saw that his parents were safe and sound, Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and his inner anxiety calmed down.
Ding Yang thanked Zheng Qian with a complicated and grateful mood, and before leaving, he said to Zheng Wei: "Director Zheng, I will definitely do what I promise, and I will do my best to help you lobby."
After saying that, he and several bodyguards got into the car in a panic and quickly drove away from the Duowang Dairy Factory.
"Let the tiger return to the mountain!" the second uncle said worriedly.
Liang Rong said: "The real tiger is Feng Xinhong. Even if we detain these people, it will have no effect."
Later, Zheng Wei invited Huang Lin and others to sit in the lounge, but they were declined.
The mission ended very quickly this time. Huang Lin and others had to go back to recover, so they all looked at Zheng Qian.
Zheng Qian nodded and said: "Since there is nothing to do, let's go back. Dad, Mom, my performance mission is not over yet. It's still time to go back. After the performance is over, we can have a good talk when we get home in the evening."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Wei quickly asked someone to bring out the freshly processed Dowang fresh milk from the factory, and then asked the delivery truck driver in the factory to work overtime to deliver it to the Airborne Army.
The whole truck contained 500 boxes of fresh milk. Huang Lin was stunned when he saw it. He quickly shied away from it. It was their purpose not to take advantage of the people. However, Zheng Qian said: "This is a free sponsorship and does not violate the regulations."
So Huang Lin and others pretended to shirk, trying to refuse but then welcoming them, and finally happily drove a truck of sponsored fresh milk back to the military camp.
As a sponsor, Zheng Wei also followed him to the military camp, preparing to come back together after Zheng Qian's performance mission was over.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, when a truck of sponsored fresh milk appeared in the airborne troops, the comrades in the cooking class were all stunned.
After signing the formal admission procedures with Zheng Wei, the fresh milk was accepted by his comrades in the cooking class.
The leader of the cooking team opened a bag of fresh milk and tasted it. Then his eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good milk, it really leaves a fragrance in your teeth! This kind of fresh milk tastes better than the boxed room temperature milk on the market."
Too much!"
Zheng Wei forced a smile, so what if it tastes good? His arms still can't twist his thighs.
Cui Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zheng Qian was fine.
These three hours passed with real fear, fearing that Zheng Qian would act on his own initiative and make a big fuss, and the leaders would have to step in to sort things out.
Afterwards, the leaders of the 45th Division were a little surprised when they heard that 500 boxes of fresh milk processed by Zheng Qian's family had been delivered. They met with Zheng Wei to express their gratitude. During this period, they carefully inquired about Duowang Dairy.
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Zheng Wei briefly described it and then changed the topic. He didn't want to cause trouble to his son.
However, this leader was very careful and extracted a lot of key information from the simple information, and then frowned and said: "Although this kind of behavior is despicable, it is indeed a commercial method. Shopping malls are like battlefields. Logically speaking, it is difficult for us to intervene.
, but since Zheng Qian’s leadership belongs to our air administration system, we cannot sit idly by and ignore it. I will report this matter to the relevant units and help you as much as possible."
Zheng Wei expressed his gratitude.
Later, Zheng Wei was arranged to watch a condolence performance in the square.
Zheng Qian made his final appearance, so at around five o'clock, Zheng Qian, who was wearing military uniform and full of energy, walked out amidst cheers.
Amidst the prolonged applause, heat waves rolled in.
Zheng Qian sat in front of the piano, raised his hand and gently touched the keys.
The next moment, the static was torn to pieces, and those hands were like a group of demons dancing wildly, jumping crazily on the black and white keys.
Moving forward, our blood is strong!
With a new edge, the tiger and wolf are moving forward!
Our steps are sonorous!
In the wind and rain, I hold my chest high!
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Even though the majestic sound of the piano is a bit torn when transmitted through the speakers, it seems to be more shocking.
Although I have listened to many versions of "Steel Torrent March", I have to say that no one seems to be able to surpass Zheng Qian's version.
Everyone stared blankly at the man sitting in front of the piano playing.
The wind blew up the corners of his clothes, and Xi Luo's eyes fell on his big-brimmed hat.
As the body swayed slightly, people's eyes saw the bright red war flag in the center of the square, above the head of the piano player, sounding in the sky.
Under the red flag, Zheng Qian continued to jump on the keys quickly.
The sound of bombers passing by seemed to be floating in the air, and it was majestic.
Zheng Wei sat in the audience, listening with excitement and enthusiasm.
His eyes were fixed on his son who was playing crazily on the stage, his lips were trembling, and he didn't know what to say.
But his eyes gradually became moist.
The grievances I suffered during this period seemed not worth mentioning at this moment.
His hands began to wave rhythmically as his son played the piano, and his heart was filled with joy and pride.
This is my son!
I don’t know when the thin figure in my impression has grown to be so tall!
Zheng Wei wiped the tears from his eyes excitedly and clapped his hands gently.
When the song was played, the soldiers at the scene suddenly burst into warm applause. People could not hide the excitement on their faces, and their hands turned red as they clapped.
However, Zheng Qian did not get up immediately, but changed the sound of the piano and continued to play.
At the same time, the microphone installed on the piano cover also came into play at this time. Zheng Qian was heard saying into the microphone: "This song is called "Father", and it is dedicated to my father, and our father."
The sound of the piano is clear, like the sound of flowing water.
The singing voice was also very warm and clear, forming a sound line that flowed into everyone's ears.
"Always asking for things from you, but never saying thank you
It’s not until I grow up that I understand that it’s not easy for you
Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed
Smiling and saying "Go back," he turned around with tears in his eyes..."
Zheng Qian's singing voice is very calm, far less ear-catching than the song "Father" by Choi Kyung-ho two days ago, but it is easy for people to calm down and listen.
So when the applause gradually stopped, many people looked at Zheng Qian who was playing and singing, but their thoughts drifted away unknowingly...
"I wish I could hold your warm hand like before
But you are not by my side to ask the breeze to carry you well..."
Zheng Wei felt like his tears were raining and he couldn't stop them at all.
He still remembered the song "Really Love You" that Zheng Qian sang at Andy's concert. Although he was happy at that time, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that his son only remembered his mother and not his father.
I'm really jealous.
Unexpectedly, a few months later, my son would sing this song, and it was dedicated to his father!
Zheng Wei felt that his heart was soothed, but why was his son's singing so touching?
He recalled the year when he sent his son away from home. In front of the bus station, a family of three came to the bus station carrying large and small bags. They put their son on the bus and settled their luggage. They watched the teenage boy leave and cross the ocean.
He seemed to have grown up overnight, which made his wife Liang Rong burst into tears. The scene seemed to still be before her eyes.
Time flies so fast.
At that time, I was still young and strong, but now, for some reason, my sleeping time is getting shorter and shorter, and I get up before dawn every day. Everyone says that this is what happens when people get old.
But now, why is even my hair completely white...
"Slow down time, don't let you grow old again
I am willing to use everything I have to exchange for your longevity
Dad who wants to be strong in life, what can I do for you?
It's a trivial concern, just accept it..."
Zheng Qian's heartfelt singing infected the soldiers in the entire military camp who were watching this artistic performance. Even Huang Lin and several other leaders secretly wiped away tears in front of everyone.
This kid, among other things, is definitely a master at writing tear-jerking songs...
Just now, everyone was excited and excited, but now that the song comes out, thousands of men present can't help but miss their old father at home.
"Thank you for everything you have done, supporting our home with both hands
Always try your best to give me the best
Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me?
The child you care about has grown up——"
Without using too many techniques, the purest and simple singing can go straight to the bottom of my heart.
However, Zheng Qian seems to be a singing machine without emotion.
When people were still immersed in the emotion of longing and couldn't extricate themselves, a song "For Whom" suddenly appeared, leaving no room for the comrades to think. The loud song resounded throughout the military camp, making many people excited again and endured.
I couldn’t stop singing along to the chorus.
Soon, as six o'clock approached, the condolence performance of the 15th Air Force was completely over.
Regarding Zheng Qian, after this artistic performance, many comrades have kept this name firmly in their hearts.
And for a long time to come, with the rapid promotion of military songs such as "We Are Soldiers" and "When That Day Comes" throughout the army, Zheng Qian's