Chapter 1086

Zhou Andong and Dong He rong chatted for about an hour, until the pager in the bag Qi Qiu placed on the coffee table beeped, and Dong He rong then said his goodbyes and left.

Qi Qiu opened the bag, took out the pager, and glanced at it: "Liu Qingjun's."

Zhou Andong grabbed the phone on the sofa cabinet and quickly dialed a string of numbers.

"Old Liu, this is Zhou Andong."

From the receiver came Liu Qingjun's voice: "Chairman, Electronic Department, Director of the Computer Development Center Planning Office, Zhao Zhenmin called, the VCD decoder board technology development was successful."

"That's really great news." Zhou Andong felt energized: "You go to Jingcheng right away to meet Zhao Zhenmin; as long as the decoder board performance is not problematic, even if it's a bit inferior to foreign ones, it's fine—we can cooperate."

"Okay!" Liu Qingjun replied: "Can you come back before New Year's?"

Zhou Andong pondered for a moment: "Xuri Sheng is going to list on Xiangjiang, I estimate I can only return by year-end."

"The distillery has already been preparing for the New Year's Eve gala, and they've invited many stars; provincial and municipal TV stations will even broadcast it. This news has caused quite a stir—not just at the electronics factory, but workers at all distillery branches, Yuxi Real Estate, Xuri Sheng, and Yongchuang Tianya are all looking forward to it."

Speaking of this, Liu Qingjun sighed: "Originally this was a good thing, but the distillery's cultural palace is just that small—how could it possibly accommodate so many people? Who goes and who doesn't will definitely cause disagreements."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Andong also scratched his head: the distillery's New Year's Eve gala has always been just factory workers making a ruckus on stage, with no need to spend money, so it's been held year after year and has already become a tradition.

Those who enjoy joining the fun will go watch, but year after year it's the same people performing, the programs lack novelty, and most people would rather lie at home staring at the ceiling in a daze than bother to go join the fun.

But this time is different—many stars have been invited, so surely everyone would want to go see it live.

"Sigh!"

Zhou Andong also sighed: Jiangzhou doesn't have a venue capable of holding seven or eight thousand people, so even thinking of moving the event elsewhere is impossible.

"I have no other solution—you guys figure it out yourselves; if worse comes to worst, draw lots to decide who gets to go to the venue, and those who don't draw just watch TV at home."

Liu Qingjun gave a wry smile: "Let us think of another way."

Zhou Andong put down the phone and sat there in a daze for a while.

"Why are you still sitting there in a daze?" Qi Qiu came out of the room after changing clothes, holding her hair tied with a leather strap: "What did Old Liu want from you?"

Zhou Andong explained the situation: "Damn it, we must build a venue that can hold over ten thousand people; when I return at year-end, I'll go discuss it with Professor Da Gan er."

Qi Qiu laughed, found the remote, and turned on the TV: "How do you think my short hair looks?"

"My wife, don't say short hair—even if you shaved your head bald, you'd still look good……ouch……damn it!"

Zhou Andong's flattery landed on the horse's leg, and Qi Qiu pinched his soft spot, then twisted it around.

"Ouch ouch ouch, wife, let go quickly."

Zhou Andong gritted his teeth, grabbing Qi Qiu's mischievous hand.

Qi Qiu smiled and squinted: "I thought you were thick-skinned and insensitive to pain."

Zhou Andong put on a bitter face: "Wife, let's discuss this—when we can talk instead of act, let's try to avoid using our hands."

Qi Qiu snorted: "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll resort to action rather than words."

At that moment, the Wan Yan VCD advertisement appeared on TV.

"Has it started?"

Zhou Andong muttered a sentence, because with his involvement, the first batch of VCDs launched by Wan Yan made a lot of money, and compared to his previous life, their financial situation is much more abundant.

If Lao Meng and Lao Sun just lay flat, no longer aiming to build an ecological circle, stopped buying out film and song copyrights, and ceased investing in R&D, perhaps they could survive the price war three years later.

But given Lao Meng and Lao Sun's personalities, they would absolutely not choose to lie flat. So, three years later, Wan Yan will still be drowned in the long river of history, unchanged.

Of course, he also wouldn't think about changing anything; as for whether he would acquire Wan Yan, he wouldn't want it even if given for free, because Wan Yan holds no value for him. What he cares about is only Lao Meng and Lao Sun's health.

Qi Qiu glanced at the Wan Yan advertisement: "The car has already been arranged—we'll leave tomorrow morning at eight and arrive at Shencheng by noon. Yuan Wanqi has arranged the car, and will meet us opposite the port."

Zhou Andong said: "When will the person we're meeting arrive?"

Qi Qiu glanced at her watch: "They said two o'clock—it's coming up soon."

The two are planning a Chinese-style wedding, and the attire needs to be custom-made; they're thinking of going to Suzhou to check it out.

Because they heard Suzhou has an old tailor shop, whose ancestors served as officials in the Qing Imperial Household Department, responsible for making clothes for the emperor, empress, and concubines.

This sounds rather dubious, but regardless of truth or falsehood, the two decided that after returning from Xiangjiang, they would go check it out.

If it's true, making a set of phoenix crown and rosy robes would certainly pose no problem.

But last night, when they returned from outside, they happened to run into the hotel manager, chatted for a while, and the conversation turned to this matter.

The manager gave them a surprise: this tailor shop in Suzhou has a branch in Yangcheng, but it only makes cheongsams, and all are hand-embroidered.

As you know, Suzhou embroidery is famous worldwide, so hand-embroidered cheongsams are naturally very expensive.

However, whether expensive or not, to Zhou Andong it's trivial—he had already wanted to go check it out last night.

But the manager stopped him—this guy personally contacted the shop's master artisan, who will come for on-site service this afternoon at two o'clock.

"Pap pap pap..."

The door was knocked, and Qi Qiu immediately stood up: "Here they are."

When she opened the door, the visitor was not the tailor shop's master, but Li Ling.

"Director Qiu!"

Qi Qiu smiled and said: "I thought it was the tailor shop's master coming—please come in."

Li Ling asked curiously: "Director Qiu, are you having clothes made?"

"Yes!" Qi Qiu nodded: "Wedding attire."

After entering, Zhou Andong pointed to the opposite sofa: "Please have a seat."

Li Ling sat down, and Qi Qiu saw sweat still on her forehead—she must have just returned from outside—so she handed her a bottle of iced red tea.

"Thank you." Li Ling took it, opened it, and drank half the bottle in one go: "I really was a bit thirsty."

Qi Qiu sat beside Zhou Andong: "How did the talk go?"

"Very smoothly." Li Ling said: "They allocated us 680 mu of land, only five hundred meters from the planned Tianhe Park. Construction will be in four phases, with phase one taking two years, including the Dongfang Shopping Plaza, one office building, one apartment building, and four residential buildings."

Zhou Andong asked: "We sold the Nansha plot—did Lu Qing say anything?"

"No!" Li Ling suddenly chuckled lightly: "Zhuo Qihua sent the money over. I went to the bank to transfer it to the company account and happened to run into Zhao Liangping—his resentment is quite strong."