August 20, the last day of the Internet Conference, at 6:10 am.

Du Qiu held a plastic bag in his left hand, took out the key with his right hand, carefully stuffed it into the keyhole, twisted it twice, opened the security door, and then tiptoed in. Unexpectedly, as soon as he bent down to change his shoes, he heard Du Chunhua scolding behind his back: "What are you doing secretly?"

"Sister, you're getting up so early." Du Qiu raised the plastic bag, displayed the food box inside, and said with a smirk: "I bought two soup dumplings full of fragrant soup dumplings. They were just out of the cage and were very hot. Hurry up and try it."

"How do you eat the Xiaolongbao that has just been released? Do you want to burn me to death?" Du Chunhua snorted, looked at his T-shirt with obvious wrinkles, and asked, "Has he made a fuss with Danfeng all night?"

"No, I fell asleep at 12 o'clock."

"Tsk! Twist." Du Chunhua took the plastic bag and waved his hand and drove him away: "Go and take a shower quickly, don't let our dad see you in such a mess. I've put my clothes in the bathroom."

Du Qiuru received a general amnesty and ran into the bathroom to take a shower, put on clean clothes, and then walked out with a refreshed look. He saw Du Chunhua sitting in front of the piano and practicing the piano like yesterday morning, but he was no longer playing "Childhood", but "Jasmine".

"Sister, playing the piano early in the morning disturbs people's dreams. Be careful that your neighbors complain about you."

"Do you think I'm as big as you? I've been listening to it all upstairs and downstairs. Their bedrooms are not in this direction, and the piano can't be heard." Du Chunhua said while playing, "Write out the score of the song you sang last night."

Du Qiu has always hated sensationalism, but he almost cried last night. He was still scared and said, "Sister, I sang it casually. Forget it after singing, don't let our dad hear it, so as not to have any ideas."

"So many people heard it last night. Just forget it?" Du Chunhua threw the Yuncheng Morning Post that he had just taken from his mailbox and said, "Look it for yourself. The newspaper has published the full lyrics. How could our dad not know?"

Du Qiu opened it and saw a photo of him standing in front of the microphone playing the harmonica. There were two rows of large characters next to it, namely "A song "Jasmine Flower", full of patriotism" and "Songs engraved into the soul, memory that will never be forgotten".

"The photo is good. I took out my aura. I knew it was a harmonica master at the glance." Du Qiu boasted himself while browsing the contents quickly. Seeing that the above did not exaggerate his fictional past experiences, he used many praises to praise him for giving up the superior environment of Japan, resolutely returned to China to find relatives, and contributed to the development of the motherland's science and technology. So he felt relieved and said, "These reporters have a really good memory and actually wrote down the lyrics on the spot."

"They have a camera and a recorder." Du Chunhua stopped playing the piano and asked sideways: "There were many people in the community last night. When our father comes back later, we will definitely ask you about your relationship with Danfeng. What are you going to say?"

Du Cunzhi was used to going to bed early and getting up early. He would get up at 5:30 in summer, which was even earlier than Du Qiu. He could stroll around in his hometown and had nothing to do in Yuncheng. So he practiced Tai Chi with the retired old men and women in the community. He would come back every day by listening to a lot of gossip about his parents.

"What else can I say, it's my girlfriend."

Du Chunhua always reminds Jiang Danfeng to quickly confirm his relationship with Du Qiu. Now he is really sure but he doesn't feel very happy. Instead, he feels lost and is a little reluctant to let it go and asks: "Are you planning to move out and live with Danfeng?"

"School is about to start. Our dad will go back to his hometown in a few days. I'll move out. Who will take Jinyan to play?" Du Qiu walked onto the balcony, plugged in the power supply of the treadmill, and said with a smile: "Sister, I won't move anywhere before you find your sweetheart."

"It's because of your younger brother that I can't find my sweetheart. Move away quickly and don't delay my youth." Although Du Chunhua's mouth was stubborn, his eyes were full of smiles. His hands were whispering on the keys, making a series of pleasant notes. After a while, he started gossiping again and asked, "Brother, you are getting along with Danfeng, what should Wenxiu do? She has liked you for a long time."

"Is that so? Why don't I know?"

"Damn it! You don't know why you gave her such expensive birthday gifts? You don't know why you often chat with her on the phone?" Du Chunhua exposed Du Qiu's fake separation and said in confusion for him: "Wen Xiu is gentle and virtuous, she is co-starring with you, Danfeng is cheerful and enthusiastic, and complements you. They are all very good girls. Alas, it would be great if they could marry them all home."

"Sister, you're thinking too much. It's still far from getting married when you're in love."

"Are you going to hug each other and step on two boats?"

"I think, but unfortunately China is no longer a feudal era with many wives and concubines." Du Qiu broke up several times before traveling through time. Every time he started to mix oil in honey, and the middle was calm. Finally, he broke up sadly. He knew it was difficult to maintain a love, so he did not expect eternity. He said while running: "I mean I am still very young and don't have to think about getting married so early."

"Yes, you'll turn 22 after your birthday in September. You really don't have to hurry... Alas, listen to me the song last night again."

Du Qiu was running while chatting with Du Chunhua. After running less than 2,000 meters, Du Cunzhi came back, more than ten minutes earlier than usual. After entering the door, he asked, "Where is Xiao Jiang?"

“Still sleeping.”

"Why don't you spend more time with her? Why do you run back early in the morning?" Du Cunzhi did not interrogate Du Qiu as his mother predicted, but let it go and blamed him without any pain and no pain: "You are now adult, I don't object to falling in love, but you can't be too indulgent. I messed around in front of so many people last night, and I'm not afraid of laughing at the neighbors."

Du Chunhua was very dissatisfied with his attitude and complained: "Dad, did you let me go like that? That was not the case with me at the beginning."

"I'm correcting it now because I did something wrong to you." Du Cunzhi, a martial arts master, shook the sleeves of his training suit and said freely: "I still say the same thing, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You young people's emotional problems, I don't care about them, and I can't control them."

Jiang Danfeng came to have breakfast at around 7:30, except for the smile on her face, she was no different from before, saying whatever she should say and do whatever she should do. Du Cunzhi liked her unpretentious attitude and secretly said to Du Chunhua: "Xiao Jiang has a good appearance and temperament, and she is generous and decent in dealing with people. I am very satisfied."

"What's the point of being satisfied with you? Your son's satisfaction is the key."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Your son is very heartbroken. He said he would get you ten or eight wives to go back and give birth to a full classroom of grandchildren, so that you can take care of them so that you won't have nothing to do when you retire."

"Nonsai, if Xiaoqiu dares to do this, I will break his legs!"

After breakfast, Du Qiu was about to go to the company. He received a call from Yuncheng-Committee Secretary Zhong Gaoshan on his mobile phone and said to him: "Xiao Du, I studied it last night and thought I could consider deducting the Botanical Garden to you to build an expert residential community."

Huh?

There is such a good thing, and a pie fell from the sky?

Du Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Xiao Wu said that Yang Fan had something to do with him last night, so he signaled Jiang Danfeng to call Yang Fan on the landline at home, and delayed the time: "If we build a residential building there, what should we do with the plants and staff in the botanical garden?"

"There is relatively remote, with inconvenient transportation, few tourists, and the tickets are not enough to pay the basic salary of employees. Every year, the city needs financial subsidies to maintain. If you are willing to take over, you can use the land transfer fee to build a new botanical garden near the city."

Yuncheng Botanical Garden was used to be a garden plant test site of the Provincial Forestry Department. It was handed over to Yuncheng Government in the late 1980s and was transformed into a botanical garden for people to visit and travel. Although there are no precious strange flowers and plants, the area is not large, with only more than 600 acres, the mountains and rivers are interdependent and the vegetation is lush. It is a golden treasure land for building high-end residential buildings and villa areas.

Du Qiu originally planned to build a few residential buildings near the Botanical Garden, but now he has the opportunity to swallow the entire Botanical Garden. Naturally, he was very moved. However, Zhong Gaoshan's attitude was very vague and did not give a letter. He couldn't figure out what it meant, so he said perfunctorily: "Secretary Zhong, Yang Fan is now fully responsible for the software park project, and I have to discuss it with him."

"He hasn't told you about this? Well, you can discuss it internally first, and then come to the city to discuss it." Zhong Gaoshan laughed dryly and said, "Xiao Du, although your hometown is not in Yuncheng, your and your sister's careers are rooted in Yuncheng, at least it is the second hometown, right? Our Yuncheng conditions cannot keep up with Japan and the United States, nor are they as good as those in China. However, we Yuncheng people value feelings and respect talents. As long as it is reasonable and legal, we Yuncheng will give you whatever you need to develop Snapdragon. There is no other way. Don't worry about this."

Where is this? Why do you suddenly talk about feelings?

Could it be that Yang Fan made some small moves yesterday?

Du Qiu was a little confused, so he had to smile and chat with Zhong Gaoshan. After chatting for a while, he hung up the phone, then picked up the landline microphone and talked to Yang Fan.

"Mr. Du, that's right. Yesterday afternoon, Secretary Zhong and several leaders in the city met with some netizens who were interested in the software park project and Kingsoft's Qiu Baijun. During the meeting, Qiu Baijun and several netizens suggested to him that the software park is a bit far from the city and it is inconvenient to commute to get off work. The botanical garden has a good scenery. If you can build an employee dormitory there, it will be much more attractive to high-end talents. After hearing this, Secretary Zhong was very concerned about it and asked me to make a plan and take it to the city for a meeting to discuss."

This guy is really very capable of treating people. He deliberately asked someone to help him in front of reporters. With Zhong Gaoshan's personality of being very enthusiastic about merit, can he not pay attention to it...

However, the big project of relocation of the botanical garden cannot be decided by Zhong Gaoshan alone, nor can it be completed in one or two days. You shouldn’t call me early in the morning to chat with me...

"Do you think this is feasible? Yuncheng is just a botanical garden. If we snatched it to build a residential building, the public pressure will be very high, and the prices of industrial land and residential land are much different."

"Mr. Du, public opinion can be guided. If the software park develops, the land in the Botanical Garden will appreciate by more than ten times or even dozens of times. Whether for investment or employee welfare, it must not fall into the hands of others." Yang Fan thought very carefully and explained: "Most of Snapdragon employees are fresh graduates. There are very few people who have gotten married and had children in the past two or three years. There are not high requirements for residential properties. We can talk to the city slowly and take the initiative in our own hands. When it is redeveloped in 1997 or 1998, according to my inference, the company's financial situation will be much better than it is now, and the real estate market should also begin to recover."

This guy is really far-sighted and has a sharp look. Isn’t 1998 the beginning of the rapid development of China’s real estate market?

If he could really swallow the botanical garden, his salary would be doubled, and he would just add a zero to the back...

"What else did the netizen say yesterday afternoon?"

"There's nothing else." Yang Fan was very keen, and he heard the implicit meaning, reminded: "Mr. Du, Manager Bai knows a lot about government departments."
Chapter completed!