Chapter 188

Ha Cheng, airport.

Amid the roar, Mr. Sha's private jet left the runway and flew into the sky.

On the ground, the crowd seeing them off also returned to their vehicles one after another; as the car was about to depart, President Liu suddenly frowned: "Where is Qin Miao?"

Just now, focused on seeing them off, I overlooked the people around me; only now did I realize something was wrong—Qin Miao has actually disappeared! What is he doing?

"I don't know—maybe he went to the restroom?" Director Lu said.

"No, something's off—hurry up and look for him!"

Others may not know, but President Liu is aware that Qin Miao recently did something big; over in the Capital, a heated debate could erupt, and at this critical moment, Qin Miao surely wouldn't—

The roar sounded again, and another plane took off.

"Where is that plane headed?"

"It's to Europe, an international flight, Ha Cheng's only one…"

"Not good, quickly go to customs and check the entry/exit records!" President Liu's face changed dramatically.

Customs.

"President Liu of Ha Gong Da? Right, there are two young comrades, one male and one female, saying they're from Ha Gong Da's import/export company, wanting to go to Europe to purchase some important materials; he left you a letter."

Sure enough, he ran! This guy, never mind the aftermath… but it's good he left; if there really is any turmoil domestically, he'll be safer, and can come back after the turmoil passes.

The man is Qin Miao, the woman… the woman is definitely not Zhang Honghong, Zhang Honghong is right there beside him, so it's almost certainly Qin Miao!

With mixed feelings, President Liu opened the envelope; inside was only a single line.

The world is so big, I want to go see it.

President Liu nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood over just these few words—what's there to write!

Wait, there's more!

Under the light, on the white draft paper, there was another layer of white handwriting—this guy, is he craving to be an underground party member?

MTU, ZF...

Qin Miao went to purchase equipment for missile launch vehicles! That counts as official business!

We already had this plan, so passports and such were already applied for; we just weren't sure which day to go, but now that we've gone, it's fine—saves us from haggling over overseas quotas, and prevents shameless people from trying to hitch a ride on this overseas coordination opportunity just to travel.

San Shui, you little brat, why didn't you give us a heads-up? Running off like this—what's the deal? And you even brought your wife!

During these days, while Mr. Sha was visiting, Chu Miaomiao took on the translation work; today, seeing Mr. Sha off, Chu Miaomiao discovered that Qin Miao had actually brought his passport, luggage, etc., saying he wanted to elope with her.

The tickets were already bought; after Ha Gong Da's import/export company was established, handling many things became much easier!

She didn't think much of it; if San Shui wants to go crazy, she'll join him in a bout of craziness.

Gazing at the blue sky and white clouds outside the porthole, Chu Miaomiao said: "San Shui, since we're acting under the name of Ha Gong Da's import/export company, why not bring the elder sister?"

I actually wanted to bring her, but is it appropriate? I'd ask the elder sister to be a secretary, but a proper one, not the kind who works when there's something to do and does nothing when there isn't…

"After signing Mr. Sha's contract, the elder sister still has to coordinate the goods from various factories, all of which need to be sent to the port, and also coordinate the ships; I've already arranged her work, so she has no time to come out—let's wait until next time."

Qin Miao looked at his wife; upon discovering that Zhang Honghong knew multiple foreign languages, he was surprised to find that his wife was no slouch either—she also knew German! Thus, bringing his wife along gave him even more reason.

The only problem is…

"Right, don't worry—I also brought my textbooks, so while you're out this period, your studies won't be delayed."

Seeing Qin Miao actually produce his textbooks, Chu Miaomiao's face showed a helpless smile; "San Shui, you really don't let anything slide, huh."

Although by the calendar it's already spring, Ha Cheng remains cold, whereas Europe, under the influence of the North Atlantic warm current, is already quite warm—or rather, all of Western Europe stays very warm in winter, so they can't adapt to Moscow's severe cold; each eastern campaign ends in a crushing defeat.

Germany, Munich.

This is Germany's third-largest city and also the largest city in southern Germany; it caught up with the Industrial Revolution, and the city hosts many well-known large corporations.

BMW, Siemens, etc.; dozens of multinational corporations have set up their headquarters here, and the MTU company that Qin Miao is about to visit is also located in this city.

On the summit of the Alps, one can still see some snow, but in the city it's already quite warm.

On the road, cars come and go—BMW, Benz, Audi, this BBA trio appear frequently; of course, the most common are Volkswagens bearing the VW badge, as the birthplace of the automobile, this place has a very high car penetration rate, forming a stark contrast with the East's bicycle-dominated traffic scene.

On the expansive Marienplatz, the Gothic-style town hall is very beautiful, and the Nymphenburg Palace's spacious, handsome architecture evokes a sense of classical beauty; cobblestone lanes, beer houses everywhere, and the air floats with the aroma of grilled sausages.

Wouldn't anyone visiting the West for the first time feel countless emotions about all this?

"San Shui."

"Huh? What's up?"

"I heard that during WWII, Munich was bombed into ruins, and now…"

"Yeah, pretty much turned into ruins; these are all postwar reconstructions, most retaining the original style, and the streets haven't changed." Qin Miao wondered at his wife's perspective on the issue—how novel!

"When are we going to the MTU company?"

"No rush; tomorrow we'll take the train to Neuschwanstein Castle in the Alps to have a look, tour King Ludwig II's luxurious bedroom, and the day after…"

You don't let others go abroad, claiming they're going for tourism, but we… aren't we doing the same?

Chu Miaomiao felt a bit embarrassed; we went abroad for work, after all…

Qin Miao, on the other hand, was quite relaxed; the letter he left for President Liu simply said the world is so big, he wants to see it!

The work these past days has been too exhausting; we need to relax, especially that five million—what kind of reward is that? Clearly they just want to roast us over a fire; now let those people worry about it!

Qin Miao said this as he stepped onto the hotel's steps; today's outing has worn him out, he needs to go back and rest, especially to relax comfortably in that double bathtub…

Just then, a Volkswagen van pulled up to the hotel entrance, and a group of yellow-skinned, black-eyed Eastern faces got out, all quite old; one frail old man caught Qin Miao's attention—the old man's right sleeve was empty.

"San Shui, aren't we going in yet?"

"Wait, let's greet these people."

"These people? Are you sure they're from our country?" Chu Miaomiao was uncertain, after all, yellow skin and black eyes aren't exclusive to us!

Qin Miao strode up and stood before the person with an empty sleeve: "Hello, Mr. Zhu—I never expected to run into you again here."