Chapter 1362: 1321 Professionals of Eating, Drinking, and Entertainment

Song Ying personally drove.

An ordinary Škoda Mingrui, thrown into the car sea of the capital, would disappear without a trace.

Zheng Ren had originally wondered if he would be sent off in some shocking luxury car, but seeing it was a Mingrui, he smiled.

"Song Brother, you really are that low-key," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"The time for liking to drive a nice car to chase girls is over," Song Ying said cheerfully, "The old master said, it's easy to go to mountain bandits, hard to go to heart bandits. But once a certain age is reached, people flee to empty towers, and the bandits are gone."

Zheng Ren knew Song Ying was driving, throwing out jokes to relax the chat atmosphere. Still, he appreciated that the car was driven modestly without showing off.

"Song Brother, at your prime age of spring and autumn, you must have seen beacon fires everywhere."

"These days I've been busy with the boss's affairs; Zheng Boss, if you're interested, we can go out and play when you return."

"No time, the Nobel Prize project is still being pushed forward," Zheng Ren refused directly, with no curiosity at all.

Song Ying didn't mind either, asking: "Zheng Boss, have you found a place to play in Khorchin?"

"Arranged by Su Yun, I didn't have to worry about it," Zheng Ren said offhand.

"Actually, a few years ago, going to Huailai Tianmo was also nice, but lately that side has become more prosperous, more people know about it, so it's lost its charm," Song Ying said.

Zheng Ren gave an "uh," wondering, Huailai County? Does that side still have desert? Zheng Ren really didn't know this.

"Zheng Boss not being a capital native, it's normal not to be familiar with this side. Not to mention you; even many capital natives don't know Tianmo." Song Ying said while driving, leaving the crowded 912 Hospital behind, continuing to speak.

He drove steadily, but when he needed to change lanes, change lanes, yield, yield, he grasped the mindset of other drivers very accurately.

"Longbao Mountain in the southwest part of Xiaoxinfu Town, Huairou County, connects continuously with the Badaling Great Wall and the Kangxi Grassland, featuring mountains, Gobi Desert, desert, and lakes." Song Ying said: "That area was originally a test site for a certain research institute. Later, due to severe desertification, a 30-meter-high sand dune covering one square kilometer appeared in the test site area, so it's also called Tianmo."

"Thirty meters high?" Zheng Ren was slightly taken aback.

"In the zero few years, sandstorms were severe, the harsh ecological environment affected research tasks, so the institute moved away. Hundreds of thousands, millions of equipment, once invaded by sand, become useless—just thinking about it is regrettable." Song Ying chatted without hindering his driving.

In the congested capital, his driving speed could be described as lightning fast.

"Then what?"

"Later, we couldn't let the desert swallow the capital, right? Since it's still on the capital's edge, that's not a good omen. So in 2003, this place was designated as a pilot unit for the army's three wastelands governance project." Song Ying laughed: "Fighting the heavens, its joy is endless. What does our People's Liberation Army fear? In a few years, the desert here will be reduced to just a corner; they calculated it's about 200 mu."

"Oh." Zheng Ren thought, 133,333 square meters, seems not that big; still, going out to see the Gobi beach and the big desert would be better.

"Later, this land was placed under artificial protection. In recent years, we often went there to camp. Few people knew about it, so playing there was fun. In the middle of the night, facing the moon, holding wine bottles, we sang." Song Ying said: "Later, feeling good, we brothers discussed and decided to build a film and television city."

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"We just put forward an intention; the money and ownership aren't ours." Song Ying, momentarily interested, spoke carelessly, seeing Zheng Ren didn't mind, he relaxed a bit, vaguely not mentioning it again, but continued: "Films like 'The Great Battle,' 'The Mummy 3,' 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' 'Journey to the West,' 'My Fair Princess,' 'The Granary of the World,' 'Capital Splendor and Mist,' 'Dragon Gate Flying Armor' were all shot here."

"Oh?"

"Now it's even more chaotic; many wedding photos are taken here. As more people know, we haven't come back. Third Brother likes the desolation of the Gobi, so he went to Subei side."

"Too desolate?" Zheng Ren said.

"Everyone has their own hobbies." Song Ying said: "Like Zheng Boss, you get excited as soon as it's mealtime—that's also a habit."

Zheng Ren thought, that seems true, smiled and said nothing.

"I'll call Third Brother later; he can check things out there. If you're not having fun, let him entertain you."

"No need, no need." Zheng Ren quickly declined.

It seems far from where I need to go; locals would just let it be, but deliberately going back and forth is a big favor.

"Zheng Boss, you're being too polite." Song Ying said solemnly: "Just find a few cars to drive around the desert and Gobi, see the local customs, set up tents at night, drink a little, look at the stars—it's not a big deal."

"No problem, that side will definitely be arranged."

"Zheng Boss, matters of eating, drinking, and entertainment should be handled by professionals." Song Ying laughed: "To be frank, you just say the ingredients; elsewhere, can you buy such fresh turbot? In other wineries, can you drink genuine 1990 Romanée-Conti?"

Zheng Ren truly didn't think a few thousand yuan's turbot was that delicious; Su Yun's homemade version is what matters most. As for wine, this stuff leaves him indifferent.

No matter how straightforward he is, he can't possibly roll over Song Ying's words here.

"Indeed not bad." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

This can't be considered a lie; Su Yun eats it happily enough.

"Playing is the same." Song Ying bluntly said: "Zheng Boss, don't be polite; trouble yourself to ask me something—does my elder brother have a serious problem?"

"Aortic dissection."

Zheng Ren had just finished speaking when Song Ying's hand slipped on the wheel, the vehicle's head tilted slightly, but he immediately corrected it.

"Zheng Boss? Could you please say that again?"

"Aortic aneurysm caused by Behçet's disease syndrome, although rare, is not uncommon." Zheng Ren said truthfully.

Song Ying fell silent.

"How serious is the problem?" After a full minute, Song Ying asked.

"I estimate it should need surgical treatment, just placing a stent would do." Zheng Ren said: "Behçet's disease syndrome currently has no unified treatment; we treat wherever there is a problem. Boosting bodily immunity is also appropriate."

Silence fell in the car.

Zheng Ren said: "Don't stay cooped up at home; after ten years, those knots should have been untied."

Song Ying gave a bitter smile and sighed.

At half past nine they reached the airport; Zheng Ren got out, waved goodbye to Song Ying, and hurried to catch his flight.

Zheng Ren also knows he has obsessive-compulsive disorder; checking on patients in the morning is something he feels he must do, otherwise he feels something is missing, but the time delay is too great.

If there is a next time, it's better to schedule as much as possible in the afternoon.