Chapter 339: Meeting Up

The construction team was also handed over to the municipal government's cooperative unit, working overtime to finish, with completion expected within three months.

"Hmm? You're coming over in the next two days?" Zhang Ping'an asked in surprise at the office.

"That's right, Dad. I originally planned to inspect all the way to Sijiucheng, but now I've taken a fancy to a piece of land here in Jinghai and have already started construction. Weijun has continued on with the rest of the people."

"I plan to head straight back to Sijiucheng once things are settled here in Jinghai. I also miss Grandpa, Grandma, Great-Grandpa, and Great-Grandma."

"That's fine too. Just let me know in advance when you're coming."

"Alright, Dad."

"By the way, people here don't know about my identity, so just say your mother did some business in Xiangjiang."

"Got it, I understand."

"Mm."

A week later, people from Xiangjiang arrived to take over matters related to Jinghai, and Zhang Weidong and his group of ten set off in two cars straight for Sijiucheng.

Meanwhile, Zhang Weijun led an inspection team of ninety people through a bumpy journey, incorporating every place that met their requirements and passed inspection into the territory of the Oriental Farm.

In just ten days, Zhang Weijun had secured over 1,500 mu of pig farms across four cities; the inspection team's numbers had also been reduced to fifty, while eighty more people had arrived from Xiangjiang to join them.

Three days later in Sijiucheng, two luxury sedans pulled up to the entrance of the Jiushiwu Hao Siheyuan.

"Leave two people behind, the rest of you go find a Reception House to stay in. In the daytime, take some time to inspect the rural areas around Sijiucheng to see if there are any suitable for farming."

"Very well, General Manager Zhang."

"Mm, go ahead."

Zhang Weidong pushed open the mottled courtyard gate, and the women in the Front Courtyard who were busy with household gossip seemed to have been pressed on a pause button.

It was just that Zhang Weidong's attire was completely out of place here: a down jacket, leather shoes, and a slicked-back hairstyle with Notoginseng oil.

"Young man, who are you looking for?" Yang Ruihua broke the silence.

"Auntie Yang, it's me, Weidong. Zhang Ping'an is my father."

"You are Weidong?"

Yang Ruihua couldn't believe it; it was truly hard to associate this tall, handsome young man with the nine-year-old brat from fifteen years ago.

"Yes, it's me."

"You've grown so big? By the way, your father hasn't finished work yet, but your grandparents are both home."

"Good. Wenjie, go get the candies and chocolates from the car and distribute them to everyone. Auntie Yang, I'll go home first to see my grandparents."

"Very well, General Manager Zhang."

Wenjie, Wei Wenjie, was Zhang Weidong's driver and bodyguard, and also an excellent talent who had come out of the training base.

"Good, good, good, go ahead, go ahead."

After Zhang Weidong entered the Middle Courtyard, the Front Courtyard erupted, with everyone talking at once.

"Is that really the Zhang family boy?"

"You bet it is. He really looks sixty or seventy percent like Director Zhang. It seems he went out and made a big fortune."

"That's right, there's even a car at the entrance."

"What do you think will happen when Aihua comes back?"

"That's right, and did Weidong's mother come back too?"

"Oh, stop gossiping, the driver is coming over."

"Auntie Yang, I don't know who is who, so please distribute these to everyone." Wei Wenjie handed a bag containing seven or eight jin of candies and chocolates into Yang Ruihua's hands.

"Done. Don't worry, little brother. In this Siheyuan, the person in charge of my household does things fairly and justly; everyone in the courtyard knows it, and I've been influenced by it too. You can leave it to me, it won't go wrong."

"Good, thank you for the trouble." Wei Wenjie turned back to the car to get other gifts and entered the Middle Courtyard.

In Zhang Ping'an's small courtyard, Zhang Weidong fell to his knees with a thud before Zhang Laohan, scaring six-year-old Zhang Wanshu into hiding behind Zhang Laohan.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

"Are you Weidong? Or Weijun?"

"Grandpa, I am Weidong."

"Hahaha, good child, it's good that you're back. Don't kneel, the ground is cold." Zhang Laohan's eyes were also filled with tears; this was, after all, the eldest grandson of his lineage.

"Mm."

"Wanshu, this is your big brother Zhang Weidong. Weidong, this is..." Zhang Laohan hesitated, not knowing how to say it.

"Grandpa, I know. Aunt Li's child, Wanshu."

"Ah, yes."

Zhang Laohan had forgotten that since Zhang Ping'an had told them about the situation of the children in Xiangjiang, Weidong and the others must certainly be clear about the situation here.

"Big, Big Brother."

"Hey, little sister is so well-behaved. Big Brother has candy for you." Since Zhang Weidong had come over, he had naturally made full preparations.

"Grandpa, is Grandma not home? And Great-Grandpa and the others?"

"Mm, your grandma went out to buy soy sauce. Your Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma are both in the old home. It's late today, so I'll take you back to see them tomorrow."

"Good."

"By the way, where are your mother and your younger siblings? And didn't your father say you were coming back next year?"

"Grandpa, I'm here this time to invest in the Mainland with the company. This is just passing through Sijiucheng; I have to go back after staying for a few days."

"Weijun should also arrive in a few days. I split up with him."

"Mm."

Although Zhang Dadan didn't quite understand what investment was, he understood that his grandson couldn't stay for long, and the old man's mood dimmed a little.

"Grandpa, I will come often in the future. In a couple of years, I might be stationed in Sijiucheng permanently."

"Really?"

"Mm."

"General Manager Zhang, these gifts..."

"Just take them all inside. Grandpa, these are gifts I bought for you, Grandma, Aunt Li, and the younger siblings."

"This child, we're all family, why waste that money?"

"Grandpa, these are just some clothes. I haven't been in Sijiucheng, so consider this your grandson making up for the years of absence."

"You child..."

"Grandpa, I have something to take care of now, I'll come home for dinner in the evening."

Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Weidong planned to go to Zhengyangmen to see Guan Xiaoguan, the girl he hadn't seen for fifteen years but had kept in touch with through letters.

"Alright, go do your business, remember to come back early tonight."

"Okay." Zhang Weidong patted the little girl's head, then walked out of the courtyard.

"Wenjie, go to Zhengyangmen. Never mind, I'll drive; I still have some memory of it."

Zhang Weidong only then remembered that Wei Wenjie was from Xiangjiang and had only just arrived today; how could he be familiar with the roads?

Relying on the familiar route in his memory, Zhang Weidong drove to the vicinity of the Zhengyangmen Small Tavern; Guan Daye's courtyard was not facing the street, and the car could not enter the alley.

"Wenjie, you wait for me here."

"Very well, General Manager Zhang."

Zhang Weidong took the gifts and walked nervously all the way to the front of Guan Daye's Siheyuan, took a deep breath, and knocked on the courtyard gate.

"Who is it?"

A crisp, pleasant female voice came from inside the courtyard, and then the door was opened with a creak.

"It's me..."

Zhang Weidong felt he had a thousand words he wanted to say, but the moment he saw Guan Xiaoguan, he was struck dumb.

They had been writing to each other for years, and Guan Xiaoguan recognized Zhang Weidong; her face flushed red and she ran into the courtyard.

The two had expressed their longing for each other in their letters, but meeting so suddenly was still a bit awkward, after all, they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.

It was just like meeting someone from the internet in later generations; they dared to say anything online, but when they met, they were like quails.

"Hey, you little lazy cat, what are you startled about? Who's at the door?" Guan Daye was lying leisurely on a recliner.

"Grandpa Guan, it's me, Weidong." Zhang Weidong also snapped out of it and hurried into the courtyard.

"Who?"

Guan Daye stood up to look and saw a handsome young man dressed in strange clothes standing before him, his face five or six parts similar to Zhang Ping'an.

"Good lad, it's you. You've been gone for over ten years, you've made my granddaughter, ah, ptooey." Guan Daye realized he had said it wrong and quickly shut his mouth.

"Ahem, Grandpa Guan, I will come back often from now on, and in two years I'll be in Sijiucheng and won't leave again."

"Really?"

"Mm."