The evening sea breeze gently blew the curtains.

We had just seen off Lin Nan's family, and there was still a lot of hustle and bustle in the living room of the villa.

Lin Feng and Fang Zhengguo were discussing which scenic spots to visit tomorrow.

A text message came into Fang Nian's mobile phone. It was from Guan Qiuhe: "We have arrived in Shanghai."

Fang Nian replied with a text message: "Thank you for your hard work, boss. Take a rest early."

Tomorrow the Shanghai Disaster Recovery Center will be officially put into operation.

In the afternoon, Guan Qiuhe flew from Pengcheng to Shanghai with seven employees from the Pengcheng Operation Center.

Among them are four operation and maintenance staff, two human resources staff, and one administrative staff.

It is roughly equivalent to the framework of a small and micro enterprise.

There is no Lin Nan among the operation and maintenance staff. Fang Nian knew this on Friday night. Lin Nan said it.

It was rejected according to normal procedures, and the routine report email sent by the company's operations officer also contained a brief reason:

"Although among the applied employees, Lin Nan has not been with the company for a long time, he is familiar with the business. He should stay in Pengcheng to prepare for the overall situation."

This means that Lin Nan still works hard and has a pretty good working ability. Although he is not the best, he has the ability to support Pengcheng.

The employees selected to go to Shanghai this time must first sign up voluntarily, and secondly, their suitability.

The reasons were stated in the report email. Many employees applied, and those who were selected were mainstays and semi-new employees.

Guan Qiuhe didn't tell Fang Nian specifically about this little matter.

From this perspective, Guan Qiuhe looks more and more like a partner...

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"Fang Nian, your dad and I have looked around and there's no good place to go."

Lin Feng suddenly looked at Fang Nian and said.

"How about going to Shanghai tomorrow?"

Fang Nian thought for a while and said, "I've been too tired these past few days. It's a bit hasty to go to Shanghai tomorrow. Grandma's body can't bear it."

"Tomorrow morning we will go for a walk in the mangroves, stay in Pengcheng for another day, and then go to Shencheng the day after tomorrow."

Indeed, I visited all the scenic spots worth visiting in Pengcheng during the two days on the weekend.

So Lin Feng and Fang Zhengguo talked about the travel guide for a long time, but to no avail.

When Fang Xin heard that she was going to Shanghai, she jumped up from the sofa: "I want to see the Oriental Pearl Tower!"

"Okay." Fang Nian teased Fang Xin with a smile, "The sun really likes you."

After arriving in Pengcheng, he bought new clothes and the streets were cleaner than those in the countryside. Fang Nian originally thought that Fang Xin Heitan's situation would be better, but who knew that it would become even more obvious.

The sun really caught her alone.

Especially today, I went to the beach and rented a speedboat to surf on the sea. Even my arms and legs were tanned.

Hearing this, Fang Xin pouted: "How did I know! It just exposed me! My mother lied to me and said that I would turn white if I went to the city!"

The old man interrupted at this time: "Are you still going to Shanghai?"

Fang Nian said with a smile: "Grandma, just like in Pengcheng, my parents don't plan to send me to school, so they went to Shencheng in advance to have a look."

This time the old man didn't say anything more...

Taking advantage of the evening, Fang Nian booked a first-class cabin to Shanghai on the 7th in advance.

It's still a medium-sized plane, with eight reserved seats, but the range is much longer and the price is higher.

There's not much else to say.

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In the early morning, Fang Xin was running at the front, laughing and joking, full of energy.

Lin Feng, Fang Zhengguo, and Fang Nian's grandmother followed behind, occasionally shouting something to Fang Xin to be careful.

Fang Nian fell at the end.

There are birds singing songs perched on both sides of the mangrove coastal plank road, and the sea breeze gently blows on your face, far away from the hustle and bustle, which makes you feel happy physically and mentally.

A few years ago, Lin Feng and Huang Xiuyun worked together in Pengcheng.

But at that time, they didn't even know what a mangrove was, let alone be as leisurely as they are now.

Lin Feng asked happily: "Isn't it Hong Kong across the way?"

Fang Nian, who fell behind, replied: "Yes, there is a telescope on it. You can see Hong Kong by inserting a 1 yuan coin."

"If you have time, apply for a Hong Kong and Macau pass at home, and you can go directly to Hong Kong next time."

When Fang Nian came here last time, the guide named Xiaoliang told us these details.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "What's so good about this? We can see it with our eyes here."

Then he sighed: "I've been to Pengcheng almost all over the past two days, and it's nothing compared to what I did in 1990."

"At that time, we needed a border security permit even to enter the customs. It was very troublesome. It seemed that we only came in once."

"It's become so easy to go to Hong Kong like now."

While chewing pumpkin seeds, Fang Zhengguo echoed: "Nowadays, big cities are undergoing large-scale construction every year, so the changes must be big."

"When I go to Shanghai tomorrow, I probably won't be able to recognize where it is at all."

"..."

The old man also said a few words: "The city is so clean, but the air is not as good as inside."

“The trees are nice and I don’t see any mountains.”

Speaking of which, Grandma Fang Nian's sense of smell is the most sensitive. What she said the most in the past two days was "Pengcheng is a beautiful world" and "the air is not good".

For an old man who has lived in the countryside and mountains since he was a child and has no heavy industry.

The air in Pengcheng can be said to be very turbid.

Even now in Mangrove Bay, where the air in Pengcheng is pretty good.

This is still the case.

As they walked, Lin Feng smacked her lips: "In the past, it was hard to imagine that I could take such a leisurely walk on Monday."

"Even at home, there is always something to be busy with."

"Isn't this day too comfortable?"

Yes, Ms. Lin Feng is beginning to think about the bitter and sweet things.

Fang Zhengguo laughed: "Being comfortable is not a good thing. I would like this kind of life, but it's a pity that the city doesn't allow people to throw things anywhere."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes: "It means you are tired of holding melon seed shells in a garbage bag, right?"

Fang Zhengguo chuckled and closed his mouth: "..."

This is absolutely true, Fang Zhengguo did feel a little tired.

Smoking with one hand, holding a garbage bag in the other hand, looking very busy.

Fang Zhengguo is a representative of many middle-aged Chinese people, and he has the element of "honesty and sincerity" in his heart.

To put it in more literary terms, one can bear the burden of the family and enjoy life.

On the other hand, Fang Zhengguo has a very clear positioning of himself and has never had lofty ambitions. He is the one in the old Fang family who is the quickest to accept the facts.

My son is very good, he is very content and enjoys it.

When I was in my hometown, I could squat under the shade of a tree and eat melon seeds for a long time. Now I came to Pengcheng and stayed idle for two days. Today I can't be idle anymore.

If I have to say it, Fang Zhengguo now has the characteristics of a successful person.

Fang Zhengguo is very particular about his clothes. He has newly bought black leather shoes that are very polished, classic black trousers, a polo shirt tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and a clean shaven beard.

If he had a briefcase in his pocket, he would be a standard middle-aged successful person.

However, Fang Zhengguo is not a lazy person, and he has no such thing as ambition. He also has a clear-headed Lin Feng.

Therefore, Fang Nian feels more happy every time he participates in such time.

What a life.

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On the morning of the 7th, Fang Nian and his family boarded a plane and headed to Shanghai.

Compared with going from Maoba to Huanghua Airport to catch a flight, the journey this time was quite leisurely:

Have breakfast at around seven o'clock, set off at eight o'clock, arrive at the airport at eight-thirty, board the plane at nine, and take off at nine-thirty.

Before lunch, the plane landed at Hongqiao Airport.
To be continued...