Volume 7 I've Been Here Chapter 0993 Beautiful Female Reporter
Nan Yi and Han Zhenhe had just finished talking about work when a woman came to their table and said, "Can you two excuse me for a moment?"
Following the voice, Nan Yi saw a girl with long hair, a pretty face that looked a bit intellectual and proud, and fair skin. Not just ordinary fair skin, but fair enough to make other girls who were proud of their fair skin feel ashamed. Her skin was fair and smooth, with a delicate and even complexion.
There is light in the eyes, showing full of vitality; looking up at the nose, the bridge of the nose is narrow and long, very straight, from the root of the nose to the tip of the nose, it is almost a straight line, smooth and very obvious, the tip of the nose is relatively small, and the base of the nose is in a horizontal position, which is a typical Greek nose.
She had a good temperament and pretty face. She was wearing a thin milky white windbreaker on her upper body. Out of politeness, Nan Yi did not glance down at her lower body, so he had no idea what she was wearing.
Looking at the purse and camera on the woman's shoulders, combined with her temperament, Nan Yi guessed that she was most likely a reporter. Secondly, she was around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, spoke with a light Fengtian accent, and her pronunciation was very clear. She was probably not a native of Fengtian, and most likely graduated from a media college.
To sum up, the woman in front of him might be a rookie female reporter who had just been assigned to Fengtian TV station or newspaper. She was a beautiful reporter who met Nan Yi's aesthetic standards, more than average but not quite top-notch.
Nan Yi observed the woman in front of him in a moment, a smile on his face, "What's the matter?"
"Hello, I'm Xiao Nan, a reporter from Fengtian Daily. I'm writing a report about the Chess Teahouse. Can I interview you two?"
"No..." Nan Yi deliberately dragged out his tone, and when he saw the stunned expression on Xiao Nan's face, he continued: "Only I can accept the interview. My friend has something urgent to do and needs to leave soon."
Han Zhenhe glanced at Nan Yi, then at Xiao Nan, and was very surprised. "The president's behavior is a bit strange. It's not like his usual style."
How could Han Zhenhe know that Nan Yi had been in Fengtian for some time. It was nothing unusual if everything was calm, but the problem was that he had been teased by Xu Lu and Liu Xin successively, and the evil fire in his body had been aroused long ago, but he had suppressed it. Now facing a woman who caught his eye, he had the idea of holding a "Xiao Nan Cup" friendly match.
"Zhen Hyuk, you go first."
"OK."
Han Zhenhe simply stood up, nodded slightly to Xiao Nan, and left with his things.
"Reporter Xiao, please take a seat."
After Han Zhenhe left, Nan Yi asked Xiao Nan to sit down.
"Thanks."
Xiao Nan said politely, took off the purse and camera bag from her shoulders and placed them on the table, then sat down, opened the purse , and took out a notebook and a handheld mini interview recorder from it.
After getting ready, Xiao Nan asked, "Excuse me, what should I call you?"
"Nan Yi, the Nan in Nan Ke's dream, the Yi in which the hat and shoes are reversed and the yin and yang are reversed." Nan Yi said with a faint smile .
Nan Yi's introduction surprised Xiao Nan a little. "Nan Ke Yi Meng" was okay, but the other two idioms just didn't sound right. However, the way of speaking in this era was still at a stage where people could be more direct. In some aspects, the text was simple and clear, without so many twists and turns. Xiao Nan didn't make any deeper associations.
“Can I record it?”
"sure."
When he saw the recorder, Nan Yi had already made up his mind to make a joke so that Xiao Nan would not feel comfortable keeping the recording, instead of refusing in a decisive manner.
"Mr. Nan, you are not a local, right?"
"No, I'm from Beijing."
"How did you know there was a chess teahouse in Fengtian?"
"I heard this from a chess friend. He is a chess fanatic and has been to places across the country where chess masters gather."
Xiao Nan asked and Nan Yi answered. At first, the interview went very smoothly. However, when the topic was about to come to an end, Nan Yi no longer just answered quietly, but began to counterattack.
"Reporter Xiao, your accent doesn't sound like a local."
“Does my Mandarin have an accent?”
Xiao Nan was a little surprised. Her dream was to become a TV hostess, so she started learning her pronunciation in high school. And when she was in college in Fengtian, she also tried hard to restrain herself from being influenced by the Northeastern accent of her classmates. In theory, her Mandarin should be very standard without any accent.
Nan Yi smiled faintly, "Reporter Xiao, you must have practiced your Mandarin pronunciation very seriously, so there is no accent in your Mandarin. But I guess you lived in the south from childhood to adolescence, so your pronunciation is flat, and the difference between level and oblique tones is still not clear."
"Is it obvious?"
"Not obvious. Most people can't hear it. I'm special, an outlier. I often travel around the north, south and abroad. I've met all kinds of people and heard hundreds of languages. I also like to speculate and have compared the pronunciations of people from different regions."
"Really?" Xiao Nan was intrigued by Nan Yi, "Then can you tell where I'm from?"
Nan Yi said in a playful and teasing tone: "If I'm right, reporter Xiao, would you please do me the honor of having lunch with me at noon?"
When Xiao Nan heard what Nan Yi said, he immediately said jokingly: "It's fine to have lunch together, but I want to go to the restaurant of the Rose Hotel to eat the signature dishes there, and open a bottle of cool 1985 red wine."
"Reporter Xiao, just now I felt that your beauty was like a knife piercing my heart, which shocked me. Now I feel that your mouth is more like a gun, piercing my heart directly."
Nan Yi pointed to his heart and said, "Through here, have you seen my father sweating profusely while rolling steel in the steel mill? Have you seen my mother making noodles with a scallion and a garlic, a spoonful of oil and a handful of salt? Have you seen me, with a dry mouth, working all night long, and having a sore back, trying to please and serve a rich fat woman?
Hard-earned money, all I have is hard-earned money. Don't think I don't know what the Rose Hotel is. Killings are done there without spilling blood. You said a meal would cost at least two thousand dollars. It's too much, it's simply too much."
Nan Yi had just finished speaking when Xiao Nan began to cover her mouth and giggle. When Nan Yi finished speaking, she simply burst into laughter. While laughing, she rubbed her chest with her hands to calm herself down.
After a while, when Xiao Nan had laughed enough and her breathing had calmed down, she shook her head slightly and said, "What a coincidence. Not long ago, I interviewed an investment group from abroad. And what a coincidence. I got along well with someone in the investment group. I heard a lot of new things from her about foreign countries."
Xiao Nan said, focusing his eyes on Nan Yi's jacket, "Although your clothes look ordinary, they really highlight your temperament. If I guess correctly, your clothes should be the kind of private custom-made ones from abroad, and the price is very expensive."
Nan Yi's mind raced. The jacket he was wearing could indeed be considered custom-made, but it was not designed to highlight his figure and make him look more handsome. Instead, it was designed to make him look more stable and mature, to make up for Nan Yi's youthful appearance and the "youthful" look he had gained from his unremitting exercise and maintenance.
If you observe carefully enough, you can see that his clothes are not simple and are definitely not the common goods sold outside. But for those who have never been abroad and have never had private customization, they should not say the word "private customization", but think in terms of which mall they bought it from and which brand it is.
If Xiao Nan really heard people talking about private customization, and it happened recently, then she might indeed speculate in this direction, but the probability is questionable, and there may be other reasons behind it that make her think in this direction.
There are many possible reasons, including options that would be disadvantageous to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi put an exclamation mark and a question mark in his mind for Xiao Nan. He brought out the retreat drum from the warehouse and was ready to sound it at any time.
"Haha, reporter Xiao is very knowledgeable. He even knows about custom-made suits. But you guessed wrong. The suit I'm wearing is not what you call custom-made. I can only say that the tailor I found has very good skills. He was very famous in Shanghai back then. Zhang Xiaoliuzi, Lu Xiaojia, and all the tycoons in Shanghai back then would ask him to make custom suits for them."
"It's not cheap, is it?" Xiao Nan said with a mocking smile on his face.
Nan Yi refused to give in and said directly: "It's not cheap. Add another 500 or 600 yuan and it will be enough for the lunch you want."
"Do I really want to eat it?" Xiao Nan said playfully.
Nan Yi nodded, "I'm sorry, I went too far. I should have followed your train of thought, or given up because it was too expensive, giving you the opportunity to shake your head and ridicule. This is a man's virtue.
Or I will pretend to be rich, so that you can call a group of friends to have a good meal with me, eat everything and leave, and you and your friends can take a walk to digest the food while laughing at me for being a jerk.
"Hahaha……"
Xiao Nan laughed again, this time even more exaggeratedly, tears that could not be held back overflowing from his eyes.
Nan Yi chuckled to accompany Xiao Nan so that he would not lose interest because of his highbrow music. At the same time, he also observed the micro-expressions on his face. He was a rational pervert. If things were not going well, Liu Xiahui would instantly possess him and remain calm even if his face was tattooed.
After Xiao Nan's laughter subsided, Nan Yi took her notebook and pen, turned to the last page of the notebook, picked up the pen and wrote down his phone number on it. After writing, he pushed the notebook back in front of Xiao Nan, "This is my number. Call me when you are free and want to get to know me. Hurry up. I'm on a business trip in Fengtian and will be back to Beijing soon."
Xiao Nan picked up the notebook, glanced at the number on it, and then looked into Nan Yi's eyes, "You are very strong and confident, as if you are sure that I will call you?"
"You will. A mature and relatively successful man is like a drug to a girl like you who has just graduated from school. It is very tempting. Once you touch it, you can't quit and can't leave it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, reporter Xiao, oh, no, I'll still call you Xiao Nan." Nan Yi pressed on, "I have something else to do later, so I can't sit with you for long. I'll wait for your call."
After saying that, Nan Yi took out a hundred-yuan bill and put it on the table, then stood up, nodded slightly to Xiao Nan, and turned to leave. Xiao Nan stared at Nan Yi's back for a while, then picked up the notebook and looked at the phone number, not knowing what he was thinking.
After leaving the teahouse for a distance, Nan Yi said to Tian Xian: "The woman just now."
"After entering the teahouse, she stood at the door and observed all the guests in the teahouse, then walked directly to your table, Nansheng."
Nan Yi pondered for a while and said, "If she calls me soon, or runs into me again in an inappropriate place, open a file for her. Also, I can't see through Zhao Lulu for now, so I may have to open a file for her in the future, so be prepared."
"Understood." The fairy responded.
After leaving the North Market, Nan Yi and his party turned into Xita Street, a different Korean ethnic group settlement area. Most of the Koreans here were laborers forcibly conscripted from the Korean Peninsula by the Japanese at the beginning of the century. Although the Korean Peninsula later got rid of Japanese rule, they did not choose to leave this land, but stayed to reproduce and thrive.
Since the 1980s, the Xita area has formed a leisure, cultural and economic zone with catering and entertainment as the main industries and strong Xian ethnic characteristics.
Nan Yi came here to eat the famous Xita cold noodles. Before he reached the noodle shop, he passed by a newly opened store. There was a circle of people gathered at the door, and explosive music came from the center of the circle. It sounded like both punk and industrial heavy metal.
Nan Yi stopped and listened. Both the singing and the instrumental skills were a little immature. He squeezed into the crowd and took a look. Three older boys were tinkering with instruments very hard, and one older boy was shouting at the top of his lungs. There was no technique, only emotion.
It was not the style Nan Yi liked. After listening to half of the song, Nan Yi left, with thoughts evoked by the red words "Heavy Machinery Factory" on the wooden box under the drummer's butt.
Based on the information Nan Yi has heard and seen, since the second half of last year, some large enterprises in Gangxi District, such as the bridge factory and heavy machinery factory, have shown signs of not being able to sustain themselves. People who are foresighted have begun to think of ways to make the most of the profits from the factories on the verge of collapse.
The head of supply and marketing of a factory conspired with the finance department to defraud the factory of its debts. Some people described it vividly as if the two of them had gone to the European continent via Russia, where they were living a life of luxury.
Even law-abiding and smart young people started to think about ways out. Some cheated and took sick leave, went to Guangzhou to buy jeans, carried them back in bundles, and sold them to other smart young people; some cheated and took sick leave, went to start small businesses, from selling goods from carts to owning their own small stalls; some cheated and took sick leave, did nothing, and just spent their days idly, because they were just idling in the factory, and they could be idling anywhere.
The young people who are still working in the factory either work diligently to earn more money every day, or start daydreaming. Nan Yi heard that a little boy in a workshop proclaimed himself the chairman of the Space Dispute Mediation Committee, and even printed business cards for himself, wandering in outer space every day amid the rumbling sounds of machines.
Some are disco maniacs. If they don't have much money in their pockets, they will look for people to get a ticket for the disco. Once they get one, they will ride a 28-inch bicycle and rush to the disco as soon as they get off work. They will dance for half the night. When they go to work the next day, their passion for disco is still there. They will continue to dance in the workshop during the lunch break, with their own BGM and crazy and intense movements.
The rust on their faces from working in the morning was still there, and the cement floor was covered with dust, which flew everywhere. The workers made fun of these people, but also loved them very much. This was one of the few happy moments for the workers amidst their heavy work and depressed mood.
Young people can escape and find new ways to make a living, but the generation born in the 1950s, who are in their forties and are the link between the past and the future, with elderly parents and young children to take care of, are more miserable. They have been eating in the factory's communal pot since childhood, playing in the factory, and entering technical schools after graduating from elementary or junior high school. Regardless of whether they have achieved academic success or not, they can be assigned to their parents' factories.
Having had a stable income for half their lives, most people just don't believe that the factory will really ignore them. Now it's just the beginning, and the most important thing they have to do is wait, wait for the overdue wages, and wait for work to start.
In the future, they will have to wait for buyouts, integration, and retirement...
Small-scale factories closed down and restructured early, and the masses became disillusioned early. They turned around and started over again before the internal circulation began, which made them seem lighter. The director of the earliest bankrupt factory in Gangxi District started a business in his early years and is now the tofu king of Fengtian.
The tens of thousands of enterprises in Gangxi District will try their best to maintain themselves to the end by using the skillful tactic of procrastination. The laid-off workers who leave and wake up later will face increasingly narrow ways to make money.
Before the investment was made, Nan Yi was already thinking about what was going to happen next, which was related to the return but also had nothing to do with it...
