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  The next day, Lin Fanghua came to the reception hall early in the morning and took a lap around it. She hastily told Lin Zhenhua and Yang Xin a few interesting things about her dormitory before rushing off. Today she had to attend the freshman orientation and couldn't stay with her brother and future sister-in-law to have fun. Lin Zhenhua noticed that Lin Fanghua's chest was already adorned with a white school badge with "Huqing University" written on it, and her facial expression also showed some obvious Huqing style - confidence mixed with a bit of arrogance.

  "Shall we go for a walk?" Lin Zhenhua said to Yang Xin.

  "Xiaofang's school badge looks really good." Yang Xin said dazedly.

  Lin Zhenhua patted her head and said, "You will too."

  "Uh, I'll go back and study hard, I must get into college." Yang Xin made up her mind, but her thoughts immediately turned back to reality: "Xiaohua, where are we going to play today?"

  "Of course we'll go to Tiananmen Square first," said Lin Zhenhua. "If you come to Beijing and don't take a look at Tiananmen, wouldn't that be a great pity?"

  "Aren't we going to stay for a few more days?" Yang Xin retorted, but she didn't refuse the arrangement either.

  The couple went out, and Lin Zhenhua was not familiar with the current bus routes in Beijing. So, on the way, he casually grabbed a student to ask about it, and only then did he have an idea.

  Yang Xin found everything in Beijing to be novel, from the Huaqing Garden to Tiananmen Square, her eyes were not enough, she had to exclaim to Lin Zhenhua about everything she saw. Lin Zhenhua, on the other hand, was viewing 1981 Beijing with an archaeological mindset: low-rise buildings, tall poplar trees, pedestrians in blue and black clothes, and waves of bicycles.

  Since leaving the gate of Huqing University, Yang Xin has been holding Lin Zhenhua's arm, and almost never let go for a whole day. At Hanhua Factory, the two people naturally had some intimate experiences in private, but in front of familiar faces, Yang Xin did not dare to hold Lin Zhenhua like this. In Beijing, where they were unfamiliar with the place, Yang Xin was finally able to openly walk hand in hand with her lover on the street, and just for this reason, this trip to Beijing was worth it.

  Lin Zhenhua had borrowed a Seagull brand camera and bought several rolls of film before leaving. He originally planned to take some street views in Beijing, which would be kept as souvenirs later. Thinking about it, the photos of 1981's street views posted online in 2011 would have a very high click-through rate! However, Yang Xin strongly disapproved of taking street views, and was reluctant to take more pictures of people, let alone having extra rolls for streets.

  At Tiananmen Square, Lin Zhenhua and Yang Xin took turns taking a photo of each other with the Tiananmen Tower as the background. They also asked a passing tourist to take a group photo for them. The tourist was a fashionable person who noticed that the two were in a romantic relationship, so he teased them into striking a more intimate pose. Yang Xin blushed and half-heartedly wrapped her arm around Lin Zhenhua's, capturing an image of a loving young couple forever.

  After strolling through Tiananmen Square, Lin Zhenhua took Yang Xin to Wangfujing Street, where they visited the Beijing Department Store and the Dongfeng Market, which was like a big vegetable market. In the Beijing Department Store, Lin Zhenhua carefully observed each counter, taking out a small notebook to record the goods on display.

  "Xiao Hua, what are you thinking about?"

  "Let me take a look at what's currently the best-selling item."

  "What's the point of remembering this? Is it for Xiong Lijun to go and buy goods to sell?"

  "No, I want to produce these things for sale."

  "Production?" Yang Xin was startled, "You're not thinking of producing washing machines, are you?"

  Lin Zhenhua pointed to the washing machine counter and said, "Look, it's just a simple single-tub washing machine, but there's such a long line of people waiting to buy it. If we could produce this, how much money would we make?"

  "Those must be mass-produced by a big factory, how could our small factory possibly produce them?"

  Lin Zhenhua smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this washing machine should be produced by a township enterprise in Zhongshan, Guangdong. In terms of technical level, our factory can surpass it by three streets."

  "Really?" Yang Xin asked with half doubt and half belief.

  Lin Zhenhua said, "What's so complicated about a washing machine? It's just an outer casing, an inner tub, and a motor at the bottom. Our factory produces industrial compressors and centrifuges, in terms of power, technical standards, and durability, they are not even on the same level as washing machines."

  "This is also true." Yang Xin also came to understand, after all, she was also a mechanical worker, and for this kind of thing, she could still understand it. "Xiao Hua, why don't we go back and really make washing machines? Our company is now Hanhua Industry, we can't always be making iron doors and iron railings."

  "Don't be in a hurry. I was just talking about the washing machine, have you seen the refrigerator?"

  "Can we also make refrigerators?"

  "Cut the nonsense, our factory is for making refrigerators, isn't it? We make industrial refrigerators."

  "Yeah, our factory is indeed an ice maker, and the ice stick machine for the service company was also made by our gold processing workshop." Yang Xinxin said excitedly, "Xiaohua, let's make refrigerators, this will make more money."

  "Where is the washing machine?"

  "Also made."

  "Bicycle?"

  "Create!"

  Motorcycle?

  "This... " Yang Xin scratched his head, "Xiao Hua, are we being too greedy?"

  Lin Zhenhua laughed and said, "You finally figured it out? Our country has such a big market, we can make a living by doing something simple, no need to be greedy. What I want to do now is to carefully investigate the market and choose a product that suits us best as our breakthrough."

  "Xiao Hua, you're so knowledgeable." Yang Xin said to her boyfriend with an admiring tone.

  The couple played until they were exhausted, and only then did they start looking for a bus to go home. Lin Zhenhua restrained his impulse to hail a taxi, knowing that in this era, ordinary people would never take a taxi, the fare for one trip was enough for half a month's worth of food.

  "How are you? Are you tired?" Lin Zhenhua asked Yang Xin while swaying back and forth on the bus.

  "Not tired."

  Nonsense, she's half leaning on Lin Zhenhua, can she feel tired?

  "Is it addictive?"

  "It's pretty good."

  "I told you to come over and play this morning, but you didn't want to."

  "Now I don't want to either, let's leave it for the last day and play more, we can think about it a few more days," said Yang Xin.

  Lin Zhenhua chuckled and said: "I think it's better to hurry up and play where you want to, who knows what might delay you?"

  Lin Zhenhua's crow's mouth was verified to be exceptionally fast. When the young couple finally returned to Huqing University, they had just walked to the entrance of the reception building and saw Lin Fanghua anxiously circling there, still clutching a piece of paper in her hand.

  "Xiao Fang, what's going on?" Lin Zhenhua shouted at his sister.

  Lin Fanghua saw her brother coming and hurried over to him, shouting: "Brother, something's happened! Something's happened!"

  "What's going on?"

  "I don't know either." Lin Fanghua said, handing the paper in her hand to Lin Zhenhua: "Look, this is a telegram from the factory, sent to you, and let me pass it on."

  Lin Zhenhua received the telegram and saw that the main body of the message only had four words: "Meet immediately return quickly!"

  The signature is "Changban".

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