Seventy-first and Leng Gongzi's First Collision (Part 2)

  Men are a kind of face-saving animal. Many times, they will not tell their own difficulties to brothers who are not related to the matter, but are willing to pour out their hearts to trusted women.

  Zhao Yang asked Chen Mei to think of a way to ask, what kind of difficulties Meng Xuehui had encountered. But Chen Mei also didn't get any answers out of her.

  The more it was like this, the less at ease Zhao Yang felt. He left Chen Xiu in the old house and took some fruit to Cao Huaxiang's home.

  Perhaps Cao Huaxiang should know something about it.

  This was Zhao Yang's first visit to Cao Huaxiang's home. The quiet courtyard had a shaded grape arbor on the east wall, and under the west window was a small flowerbed of about five or six square meters, planted with some herbaceous flowers. The room inside was filled with paintings and calligraphy works.

  After seeing Cao Huaxiang, Zhao Yang directly asked: "Secretary Cao, has Xiaomeng encountered some trouble?"

  Cao Huaxiang didn't answer at first, but instead smiled and said: "From the perspective of your little sister Jia, you should call me Grandpa!"

  Zhao Yang didn't mind having a lively and lovely sister like Cao Jia, but he never thought he would have a grandfather. Moreover, their previous interactions were more in the form of "forgetting age". He smiled and said, "I heard from your wife that things are not going well on Meng's side, is there any trouble?"

  Cao Huaxiang poured the water from the purple sand pot into the teacup, rinsed it, and then poured it back into the pot, laughing: "What's the point of asking him? He's got troubles that you can't help with anyway!"

  As a man, there are some common psychological aspects. Meng Xuehui is unwilling to tell Zhao Yang about the troubles he has encountered. It's possible that this trouble can be handled by him, or it's possible that even if he tells him, it won't be of any use. However, for Zhao Yang, he regards Meng Xuehui as a brother, and when he knows his brother is in trouble, he always wants to know what the matter is or whether there will be no problem so that he can rest assured!

  Whether or not I can help is another matter. I must know what's going on over there, if I can help, I'll lend a hand, and if I can't, I can at least give him some encouragement!

  Cao Huaxiang looked at Zhao Yang with relief and said, "I didn't expect that you and Xiao Meng would get along so well!"

  Zhao Yang didn't say anything. Actually, Meng Xuehui's first impression on him wasn't good. But as the saying goes, "a distant road tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's heart", now he already regards Meng Xuehui as his brother.

  Cao Huaxiang gently lifted the teapot, pouring the red tea into a cup. He handed one to Zhao Yang and said calmly, "Don't worry, Little Meng will be fine!"

  Zhao Yang let out a sigh of relief and savored the tea in his mouth for a while.

  Black tea gives a warm feeling from its color, in fact, due to the craftsmanship, black tea has transformed the cool side of tea into flat and warm properties, while retaining the non-greasy side.

  For Zhao Yang, because the Qi and blood of each organ have reached perfection, he can perceive all sensations with great subtlety. All food and drink that enter his body, as long as they do not give him a feeling of rejection or discomfort, can be considered good. Cao Huaxiang's tea only made his spleen slightly uncomfortable, which is already a very good red tea.

  Cao Huaxiang watched Zhao Yang finish his tea and asked: "How is it? Is my tea okay?"

  The craftsmanship of black tea includes withering, rolling, fermentation and drying. The black tea that Cao Huaxiang used to entertain Zhao Yang was very good in terms of shape, aroma and taste, but it made Zhao Yang's spleen slightly uncomfortable, which means that the fire control during the drying process of this package of black tea was not done well.

  "A little less heat when drying would be better!"

  Cao Huaxiang's eyes lit up, and he praised: "Awesome! This was brought to me by an old comrade from Fujian, it's made by a very famous local tea artist! According to the master, it's just that the fire temperature is slightly higher than usual!"

  Zhao Yang smiled and turned back to the original question, saying: "What's wrong with Little Meng after all?"

  Cao Huaxiang leaned back comfortably in his wooden chair and said, "Nothing, just the kids playing a game of who's the boss!"

  Meng Xuehui didn't tell anyone about the grudge between Zhao Yang and Leng Xun, so Cao Huaxiang frankly told the whole story.

  In Cao Huaxiang's eyes, Leng Xun used the Mei Yuan Shui Qing project to trap Meng Xuehui, letting the Geng family create trouble for Meng Xuehui, and on another level, suppressing Meng Xuehui's energy. These small actions were just trying to subdue and entangle Meng Xuehui under his command!

  It's just a game of who gets to be the "big brother"!

  This "competition", as long as it doesn't truly harm each other's interests, is allowed by Meng Fanlong and Cao Huaxiang, these old foxes, and is a kind of exercise for the abilities, vision, and skills of the "third generation"!

  Moreover, for Meng's Hao Ran Group, from an economic point of view, cooperating with the Leng family will bring even greater benefits!

  Zhao Yang thought about it in his heart and asked: "What is Xiaomeng's attitude now? Has he bowed his head to Leng Xuan?"

  As long as Meng Xuehui "invites" Leng Xun to show up and doesn't "help" Geng Hao, he can easily solve the current problem.

  Cao Huaxiang smiled and shook his head, saying: "Xiao Meng is also a proud person, where would he easily lower his head? If he had lowered his head, there wouldn't be the current trouble!"

  Zhao Yang felt a bit relieved in his heart. As for Meng Xuehui taking over the Mei Yuan Shui Qing project from Leng Xun, this business deal made him uncomfortable, but he had no right to stop it. However, if they really cooperated and the two families had deeper interests, Zhao Yang would not trust Meng Xuehui as much as he did now, at least they could not be brothers!

  Now Meng Xuehui has obviously fallen into the cold canvas, what can be done to help him? If Zhao Yang does nothing and gives nothing, but lets Meng Xuehui stand by his side at the cost of tens of billions, there is no such reason in the world!

  When Zhao Yang left, Cao Huaxiang insisted on taking half a catty of tea to give to Zhao Bingxing and said that during the National Day holiday, Cao Jia might come back to town again, and then they would go bother him.

  Thinking that he would soon see Cao Jia again, Zhao Yang's mood also lightened a bit, and he asked: "Is Yuan Yue coming?"

  Cao Huaxiang plucked a withered branch from the flower pot and smiled, "Those two are very close, always sticking together. If there's nothing going on at her house, she should be here too!"

  Zhao Yang thought about whether he should go back and ask, or pretend he didn't know, letting them think they could give him a surprise.

  He didn't take a car, but instead walked slowly back and forth. When climbing up the "S"-shaped mountain road, the mountain wind was strong, the western sun was dazzling but no longer had the scorching heat of summer, and to the south was Longwo Village hidden among the green trees.

  At this moment, Zhao Yang's heart was no longer troubled and his mood also calmed down.

  If it can't be changed, then accept it and let everything go with the flow! As long as he doesn't forget in his heart, there will always be opportunities!

  At this time, Zhao Yang suddenly remembered that last month when they had dinner together, Qin Peiyu and Cao Huaxiang had a conversation:

  Qin Peiyu: "Uncle Cao, does Feng have any plans to go down and temper himself?"

  Cao Huaxiang: "He can't handle Fengtai, he has no experience!"

  Qin Peiyu: "Uncle Cao is too strict on Weifeng! My old master once said that Weifeng has a noble demeanor, takes responsibility, and is a rare Confucian general!"

  ……

  Zhao Yang slowed down his pace, is this an opportunity now?

  At this time, a three-wheeled vehicle heading into town to purchase goods stopped beside him. A stout man in his forties poked his head out and said: "Zhao Yang, returning to the village? Come on, get on!"

  Zhao Yang was also in a hurry to leave and smiled as he got on the car: "You're Xiao Qing's dad, right? You need to be careful, you can't get any fatter!"

  Xiao Qin's father laughed and said: "I was just thinking of finding you to take a look!"

  He didn't have any illness either, so Zhao Yang told him about some dietary taboos on the car, as long as he could control his mouth, through simple diet therapy, his weight would be controlled!

  Back home, Zhao Yang turned on the computer and checked Huang Hai Information Port. When he saw a piece of information, his eyes lit up, and he clenched his fist, thinking to himself: "This is indeed heaven helping me!"

  He thought for a moment, then dialed Meng Xuehui's phone and asked, "Xiao Meng, what do you plan to do?"

  Meng Xuehui immediately reacted, Zhao Yang already knew about this matter. He said tiredly: "Alas, accidentally fell into that kid's trap, really damn frustrating!"

  Zhao Yang saw Sun Zhenxiang leading Chen Xi towards the house, so he quickly shut down the computer. Ever since Chen Xi knew she could watch cartoons on the computer, whenever she saw it turned on, she would insist on watching one or two episodes before stopping! As he walked out the door, he asked, "Is it very difficult to handle?"

  "Meng Xuehui gritted his teeth and said: "As soon as that surname-Leng's son speaks, all the big companies in the country dare not cooperate with us. The Geng family also threatens local enterprises in Huang Hai not to cooperate with us, and our connections in the city are useless! NND, this is going to suffocate me!" He became more and more angry, slamming his hand on the table: "That son recently TMD's playing tricks, saying that the good project of building an intercity high-speed rail between Huang Hai and Yan Dong will be postponed, just because his uncle is the secretary of the Huang Hai Municipal Party Committee. How dare he do this to me? I...I..."

  Zhao Yang heard Meng Xuehui's angry tone and couldn't help but want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. He coughed once and asked, "You don't want to lower your head to Leng Kun?"

  Meng Xuehui cursed: "This kind of scoundrel, who would want to get mixed up with him!"

  Sun Zhenxiang saw Zhao Yang making a phone call, so she sat outside with Chenxie and waited, pouring another cup of water to feed her.

  Chen Xiu sat there drinking water in silence. Zhao Yang glanced at him and continued, "Now is actually a good opportunity..."

  "What opportunity?" Meng Xuehui asked hastily.

  Zhao Yang said in a low voice: "At the end of the month, China and the five Central Asian countries will hold a sports exchange event on the Yellow Sea, and Vice Premier Yuan will lead the team there in person!"

  "Then what?" Meng Xuehui's voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

  Zhao Yang said irritably: "How would I know?! Can't you think for yourself?!"

  "Haha, pig brain! I still want to ask then, I'm really a pig brain! Haha, haha ha!"

  Meng Xuehui laughed so hard that he was gasping for breath, and the depression of the past month vanished in an instant!

  Zhao Yang hung up the phone, and his mood was exceptionally good! This is not only because he didn't let Meng Xuehui lean towards Leng Kun's side, but also because he helped him out, without letting him lower his head to "ask" that person. But more importantly, it's because of the trust that Meng Xuehui showed in him through his words!

  He walked up to Chen Xi and squatted down, saying: "Little treasure, you're really obedient! Tell me, what do you want? Uncle will definitely satisfy your wishes!"

  "Morning twilight blinked her star-like eyes and said: 'I want to ride a big horse!'"

  Zhao Yang touched his nose and said: "What's that, Uncle's neck is all sweaty, it will get XiXi's little white socks dirty!"

  Chen Xi looked at the white socks she had just put on today, then turned around and said to Sun Zhenxiang: "Grandma, you wash Uncle's neck clean!"

  Sun Zhenxiang kissed the little face of Chenxu and smiled: "Okay, grandma will wash your uncle's neck clean, let Xu ride a big horse!"

  Zhao Yang picked up Chen Xiu's small hand and placed it under his chin, saying: "Feel it, Uncle's beard has grown long, it will scratch Xiu Xiu's little legs uncomfortably!"

  Morning Twilight tilted her head, hummed a sound, and said: "Uncle has 'tutu', in a moment he will shave off his beard!"

  Sun Zhenxiang slapped Zhao Yang and scolded, "Quickly go wash up, shave your beard. You're a senior, what's wrong with letting Xixi ride the big horse? Go quickly!"

  On the way back to the old house, Chen Xi rode on "Big Horse", holding an apple in his hand, and his small face was dyed red by the sunset.

  Although Zhao Yang couldn't see it, thinking of such a scene filled his heart with happiness!

  PS: I'm back~ Had a chat with several book friends, and my mind is much clearer now. In the future, I'll write more warm and nostalgic stories, hope you all like them~

  Thanks for Hua Yang's recommendation and support!

  Also thanks for reminding me, Zixia ~~