Chapter 1032: Own Brothers

Xie Fusheng was so angry he raised his hand to hit him, and Xie Guangyu immediately stuck his head out.

"Come, come, come, you hit me. I am the only seedling of our Old Xie family; if you beat me to death, don't even think about passing on the family line for our Old Xie family."

"You..."

Xie Fusheng was so angry his whole body trembled, but he still couldn't bear to hit him, only letting out a cold snort.

"I'll be angered to death by you sooner or later."

Regarding Xie Guangyu, Xie Fusheng had always suspected whether he was his own; he didn't look like him at all.

He was a famous writer who had won many national-level literary awards.

Look at his son again; from childhood to adulthood, he had never passed an exam.

That would be fine, but he was the son of a famous writer, yet even his essays were written in a mess; how could he bear this?

But he couldn't bear to scold him, and couldn't bear to hit him; who told him he only had this one son.

Even if he wasn't his own, he had to treat him as his own; after all, he followed his surname Xie.

Later, as expected, he didn't get into university. He begged Buddha and prayed to gods everywhere, looking for connections, wanting to send Xie Guangyu into Sun Yat-sen University.

But he spent a lot of money, and in the end, he didn't get the person in, which almost angered him to death.

Later, there was no other way, so he entrusted someone to find connections again and sent Xie Guangyu into the Jingcheng Huawen Academy.

This Huawen Academy was founded in 1950 and was a professional institution for Huawen education.

What was it for? It was specifically for overseas Chinese, ethnic Chinese, and students from various countries to learn Chinese language and culture, promoting cultural exchange and friendly relations between China and foreign countries.

In other words, a place to teach foreigners to learn Chinese.

Xie Fusheng sending his son to this school sounded very ridiculous.

Because it was impossible for him to send his son into a first-class undergraduate institution, but sending him into a junior college institution definitely wouldn't be a problem.

But why send his son to the Huawen Academy? Actually, there was only one purpose: to make friends with ethnic Chinese, overseas Chinese, and foreign students.

If his son went abroad one day, these international students would all be connections.

His abacus was clattering, but this son of his went to Jingcheng and became like a wild horse without a bridle.

Two years later, nobody knew what he had learned, and nobody knew if he had made any friends; anyway, he didn't get a junior college graduation certificate.

Look, after graduation, he stayed at home for more than two months, refused to take the job he arranged for him, and just wandered around everywhere.

Then he found him a daughter-in-law, and two days ago he even took 500 yuan, saying he was going to visit his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Fortunately, his heart was good, otherwise he would have cooled down long ago, and the grass on his grave should have sprouted green buds by now.

At this time, Xie Fusheng's wife, Cao Huizhi, brought breakfast out from the kitchen.

"You father and son, arguing as soon as you get up in the morning, can't you let me save some heart?"

Xie Fusheng took the slope to get off the donkey and let out a cold snort: "Is it me arguing with him? Look at what he looks like now; it's all spoiled by you."

Cao Huizhi placed the plate heavily on the table: "What is all spoiled by me? Didn't you spoil him too?"

"Good, good, good, I spoiled him, I spoiled him, alright?" Xie Fusheng wilted instantly and waved his hand: "I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to argue with you."

"Do you think I want to argue with you?" Cao Huizhi sat down, "Hurry and eat, leave as soon as you finish, don't sway in front of me, it's annoying to look at."

Xie Fusheng didn't say a word, finished breakfast, and left to find Yan Qidong at the Youth Daily.

………………

At Rifeng Heating, Gao Zhen had just entered the office when the phone on his desk rang.

He walked over quickly and grabbed the phone: "Hello, I am Gao Zhen!"

Zhou Andong's laughing voice came through the receiver: "President Gao, I heard your life has been pretty good this past period."

Hearing it was Zhou Andong, Gao Zhen laughed: "It's not bad, I've been so busy I haven't slept well for several days."

Zhou Andong asked: "What are you busy with?"

"Advertising," Gao Zhen said: "In the northern region, I've talked to all the provincial stations. At CCTV, there were no time slots on Channel 1, so I could only settle for second best and negotiate the prime time slot on Channel 2."

Zhou Andong asked again: "Has the advertisement been filmed?"

"Not yet," Gao Zhen said: "I plan to hand the advertisement over to Jiang Yuyue's company to film."

"Like this!" Zhou Andong pondered for a moment: "You book a ticket to Yangcheng as soon as possible, then contact Yuyue, and explain the advertising matter to her. As for who will endorse it, let her arrange it."

Gao Zhen asked: "Is there something in Yangcheng?"

"Of course there is something," Zhou Andong said unhappily: "Otherwise, why would I have you come to Yangcheng?"

"Good!" Gao Zhen agreed readily: "I'll book the ticket immediately."

"Also!" Zhou Andong said: "I have an advertising slogan to give to Jiang Yuyue. As for how to write the copy, let them decide."

"You say it!" Gao Zhen's spirit lifted: "We've thought of many advertising slogans, but we've never been very satisfied."

"Take a pen and write it down," Zhou Andong reminded: "You are flying in heavy snow in the southern sunshine, while I am in the northern cold night where the four seasons are like spring."

"You are flying in heavy snow in the southern sunshine, while I am in the northern cold night where the four seasons are like spring."

Gao Zhen muttered, then slapped the table heavily: "Good, very good."

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes: "Hurry and arrange it. I won't be able to stay in Yangcheng for many days. You come over as soon as possible, and by the way, bring your wife to Jingcheng."

Mentioning his wife, Gao Zhen was even more excited: "I'll book the ticket now; there should be a flight tomorrow."

"Alright, you get busy." Zhou Andong said and hung up the phone.

Seeing Jian Qiu came out of the washroom, applying something to her face; from far away, one could smell a very pleasant, fresh fragrance.

"You plan to let Rifeng cooperate with Professor Qu?"

"Right!"

Zhou Andong lit a cigarette, stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

"Rifeng is just operating hardware pipes and such; polyolefin film happens to be handed over to Rifeng."

"In addition, there is a kind of high-density polyethylene aluminum-plastic pipe in Europe. Currently, the water pipes mainly applied in our country are still zinc-iron pipes, which are easy to rust and burst."

"Bacteria and scale are easy to breed inside the pipe, affecting water quality. And this kind of aluminum-plastic composite pipe has better thermal insulation performance, the inner and outer walls are not easy to corrode, and because the inner wall is smooth, the resistance to fluid is very small."

"And because it can be bent at will, installation and construction are convenient. More importantly, its strength is sufficient as a water supply pipe. It can completely solve the drawbacks of zinc-iron pipes."

Seeing Jian Qiu used her palms to pat her face gently: "So, you plan to let Rifeng cooperate with Professor Qu to develop this kind of aluminum-plastic pipe?"

"Not bad!" Zhou Andong nodded: "I think that Professor Qu and their research institute are researching polyolefin material synthesis, so the research and development of polyethylene should be twice the result with half the effort."

Seeing Jian Qiu said with a smile: "These two materials should be different."

Zhou Andong also smiled: "I don't know either, but look at these names: polyolefin, polyethylene. Both have 'poly' and 'ene'; they are clearly own brothers, so there should be some common ground, right?"

Seeing Jian Qiu couldn't help but laugh heartily and hit Zhou Andong: "Sophistry."