Chapter 131: Help or not?

Xie Li fell into a state of epiphany and said nothing, but nervously calculated in his mind whether Tan Zhenhua's "Five Strategies for Burmese" was a life-saving medicine or a paper talk.
After Tan Zhenhua said this, he didn't speak any more. He just stared at Xie Li with a smile and waited for him to think clearly, while Xie Guangfeng, who was on the side, was completely sluggish and looked at him foolishly.
He repeatedly heard Zheng Xiangqing talk about Tan Zhenhua’s magic, but he always thought that no matter how magical he was, he was only a 17-year-old child. It is certain to have some cleverness on a whim, but to behave, he must have sufficient life experience. Sure, but he didn't realize that what he saw and heard today completely subverted his cognition. Now he is amazed besides admiring.
Among the people in the room, only Zheng Xiangqing had long been unaware. He had been nurtured by Tan Zhenhua, and he gradually felt that he was going to be a little bit going to get acquainted. This article about Five Strategies for Burmese and Burmese actually reminded him of the legendary Longzhong, and the scene tonight, in addition to the content of the talk, is similar to the conversation he had for the first time in Ningdu.
The room was silent for a while, and the needle drop could be heard. Everyone was thinking about their own things. After waiting for a long time, Xie Li got out of the state of enlightenment and asked carefully: "Zhenhua, I have carefully considered these five strategies. They are indeed good words, but in our realistic situation, we must do very well. Difficult?
Tan Zhenhua said: "The difficulty is definitely difficult, but the solution is always more difficult than the difficulty. Well, it's too late today. It's almost 1:00 in the morning. I suggest that everyone go back and take a good rest. Tomorrow night, we When we are still meeting here, it happens that Brother Li also needs to take care of the family's affairs. Lao Xie and Xiang Qing will also have a heavy task tomorrow. They need to mobilize the masses to solve the problem of medicine. I, just think about it here. Help Brother Li to develop an executable plan, everyone, what do you think?"
In just a few words, he assigned several tasks, and he seemed to be the leader of these people. Strange thing, the few people here who are barely a big boss actually did not raise any objections, and tacitly accepted Tan Zhenhua. The leadership of this Mao boy nodded and accepted.
After leaving the house, Zheng Xiangqing naturally went back to his two cabins, while Xie Guangfeng forced Xie Li to go up a floor, to the door of the room where Bao Yan's mother and son lived.
Xie Li opened the door lightly. There was no light in the house, but because the curtains were not drawn, the snow flying outside the house refracted the light from the street lamps, making the scene inside the house faintly visible.
Xie Guangfeng tiptoed to the bed and looked at the head of the bed.
On the bed, two people were quietly sleeping, one was a young woman, with her long hair hanging down, covering half of her face, probably because of her pregnancy, she was slightly plump, adding motherhood to her slightly heroic face Feminine. Only the faint outline of the woman could be seen in the darkness, but Xie Guangfeng believed his son's picky eyes.
The other was a little boy, with a round face and a vaguely thankful look in his eyebrows, curled up and pouting, sleeping soundly, with a bright saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The more Xie Guangfeng looked, the more joyful he became. This is the root of his old Xie family. After so many years of hope, he finally hoped it!
He wanted to wipe off the saliva from the corner of his mouth for the little boy, but he stretched out his hand halfway and retracted it, sighed silently, thinking in his heart, let the mother and son enjoy the night, under the blessing of China, peace and harmony Night bar.
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Not to mention the tragicomedy that Xie Li took the mother and son to see his parents for three and a half days, nor did Xie Guangfeng hurriedly threw down the house, crying adults and children, pulling Zheng Xiangqing to the west and mobilizing the masses to go to the hospital and get medicine. Let the whole Liushi and even Wenzhou have a short-term medicine shortage, just talk about Tan Zhenhua.
He shut himself in the room, thought carefully for most of the day, and took out paper and pen to write and draw for a long time. Then he packed up and went out, asked the clerk to find out the way, and went to the Liushi Post and Telecommunications Office. He wants to make a call.
The snow has stopped, Liu City is not big, and the post and telecommunications office is not far away, but yesterday's heavy snow brought a little inconvenience to pedestrians on the road, and of course, it also brought the joy of children. After walking for ten minutes, he saw the obvious sign with yellow letters on the green background and walked in.
In front of the counter, he photographed a bunch of great unity with great pride, directly booked a half-hour long distance, and then asked for a small single room in the envy of the collection aunt's eyes. Sitting in front of the phone, he calmed down, organized the language again, picked up the microphone and said, "Operator, please help me pick up Ningdu..."
The call was connected, and a lazy voice came from the microphone, which was very awkward: "I'm Zhan Nuozhu, who?"
He said: "I am Tan Zhenhua and I am in Wenzhou."
"Oh? It's Zhenhua. I look at the weather forecast. It's snowing in Wenzhou too? How is the snow scene than Ningdu? Have you seen the guy from the Xie family? Did he cry crying for your help?"
When Tan Zhenhua heard this, he almost threw the microphone directly on the ground. The language that had been brewing for most of the day was left behind, and he yelled into the microphone: "I can't stand it, did you guys pretend to be on me? What a mess? Why do you know the person I saw last night?"
The voice over there was full of contempt: "Bah, you deserve it too? Don't take a to take a picture of yourself? To tell you the truth, the Xie family was targeted by our people as soon as he entered the country. You have to know, On their side, some people have been pouring unclean things on our side recently. Can we not prevent it? Fortunately, the few who came in are still honest, or else someone invited them to have tea."
Okay, there is no way. Tan Zhenhua also knows what those dirty things in Jen Nuozhu's mouth are. It is natural that the country is so sensitive. Who told those guys to be unworthy.
Zhan Nuozhu took the lead, and Tan Zhenhua had no temper, so he could only change his tone and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhan, Brother Li, the guy from the Xie family you mentioned, talked a lot with me last night. The experience of the past few years and the difficulties they are facing now have said that they have had no alternative, and I feel that Brother Li is the kind who really strives for his ideals. Therefore, I want to help them, but I just rely on me. Personal strength is far from enough, so I called you for help."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Tan Zhenhua was not in a hurry. He waited silently. After a while, he heard Zhan Nuozhu’s low voice: "This matter, the country has reached a conclusion, and I cannot help, and I also persuade You, it’s not good to deal with them less."
Tan Zhenhua had expected such a result a long time ago. He said, "No, Brother Zhan, listen to me, this time, their plan is different, and the support they need is different from before. I think there is hope this time. And, it will never go against our country’s foreign policy."
"Oh? What do they want this time?"
"Seeds, fertilizers, agronomists, five small industries, yes, there are books, all kinds of basic technical books, textbooks, from elementary school to high school and vocational skills training. If there are teachers, it would be better!"
Hearing this, there was a slight surprise on the microphone side, "Oh, it's really different, heh, Tan Zhenhua, I tell you, I don’t have to guess, just those muscle clubs, I can’t think of these, this Did you make the idea, right? Are you getting angry, don’t you know?"
Tan Zhenhua said angrily: "Brother Zhan, I know all this, but I know better that at least half of the blood they shed is for China. We can’t just give them up. Moreover, China’s southwest security also needs them. If you don’t help, no problem, as long as you don’t stop me to help!"
The microphone was silent again. After a long time, there was a voice: "This is too big for me to decide on my own. I need time to communicate. You wait for my message and stop talking on the public phone. I will send someone to find it." your."
As soon as Tan Zhenhua finished listening, a "beep" sound came from the microphone, and it was obvious that the other party had hung up.
He shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and walked out of the telephone room, went to the counter to settle the bill, and went back to the room to contemplate the plan.
What he didn't know was that in Ningdu, thousands of miles away, Jen Nuozhu, who put down the phone, sat in a chair. After a moment of silent meditation, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, muttering to himself: "All are good boys. Ah." But don't know who you are talking about?
He took out a key and opened the drawer in the middle of the desk in front of him, revealing a red phone. He picked up the microphone, listened to it, reported a series of numbers, and then paused, until a clear voice of inquiry came from the microphone, he said: "Director, I have an important situation about Burmese jade. Report to you immediately."
Hearing the reply, he stood up, straightened his clothes, staggered downstairs, got on his 212, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.