I'm back in 1990

Chapter 457: Let's go see your parents

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When Nan Hui learned that Huang Xiaochuan had arrived, she immediately called Mai Guangde.

"Assistant Mai, is Mr. Huang in his office right now?"

Upon hearing that it was Nan Hui calling, Mai Guangde immediately replied, "Yes, Ms. Nan, Mr. Huang is in his office."

"Assistant Mai, could you please ask Mr. Huang if he has any time right now? I'd like to report some work to him."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Nan, I will call you back in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Mai Guangde walked to Huang Xiaochuan's office door and knocked. Soon, Huang Xiaochuan's voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

After pushing open the door, Mai Guangde said to Huang Xiaochuan, "Mr. Huang, President Nan just called and asked me to see if you have time to meet with her. She has some work to report to you."

Huang Xiaochuan raised his wrist to check the time: "Let her come up!"

"Okay!" Mai Guangde closed the door again and returned to his office to make a phone call to Nan Hui.

"Mr. Nan, you can come up now. Mr. Huang has time."

"Okay, I'll be right there!" After saying that, Nan Hui took a deep breath, tidied her makeup and clothes, and then headed to the elevator lobby.

When Nan Hui arrived, Mai Guangde was already waiting for her at the door of Huang Xiaochuan's office.

Upon seeing Nan Hui, Mai Guangde helped her open the door.

"Mr. Nan, please!"

Nan Hui nodded slightly to express her gratitude: "Thank you!"

After smiling and responding to Nan Hui, Mai Guangde informed Huang Xiaochuan, "Mr. Huang, President Nan has arrived!"

Huang Xiaochuan turned around from in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and casually pointed to the sofa in the office: "Have a seat!"

Then he asked Nan Hui, "What would you like to drink?"

"Plain water is fine!"

Huang Xiaochuan smiled and instructed Mai Guangde, "Get General Manager Nan a glass of plain water."

Mai Guangde responded and left, making sure to close the office door behind him.

Huang Xiaochuan asked, "Speak! What is it?"

Nan Hui handed some documents she had brought with her to Huang Xiaochuan, explaining as she did so.

"I have several projects in Shenzhen that are more than halfway through, and a few more that are about to start. There's not much going on in Shanghai for the time being, so I plan to spend some time in Shenzhen to avoid constantly flying back and forth and wasting time on the road."

Huang Xiaochuan nodded: "Go ahead! Running back and forth like this all the time is really not a good thing. I suggest you find some more professional managers to help you share some of the work. The business will only get bigger in the future, and if you don't delegate, you'll be exhausted!"

President Nan nodded solemnly: "Yes, I'm already looking for candidates, and I'll let you take a look first."

Huang Xiaochuan waved his hand: "Just show me your resume when the time comes, I won't look at the person."

Nan Hui chatted with Huang Xiaochuan for a while about some recent work. After listening, Huang Xiaochuan said to Nan Hui, "Riding the wave of reform, the real estate industry will usher in a golden age. You should acquire as much land as possible now, because land prices will only continue to rise. It's safer to save more money now than to deposit it in the bank."

Nan Hui smiled and said, "You're right. Land prices in Shanghai and Shenzhen alone have increased several times in the past few years compared to previous years. Now that I think about it, if you hadn't insisted that I buy so much land back then, how could our company have developed to what it is today?"

Huang Xiaochuan continued to instruct Nan Hui: "So don't be fooled by the fact that land prices are higher now than last year. I'm telling you, next year you'll find that land prices this year are much cheaper than next year. So don't be misled by the current prices. Buy land boldly, but don't buy land in remote corners. Focus on buying commercial land in Shanghai, Shenzhen, and Yangcheng District."

Nan Hui nodded: "I understand!"

After discussing work, Huang Xiaochuan inquired about Nan Hui's personal life.

"Sister Nan, you're not getting any younger, why don't you find someone suitable and settle down?"

When Huang Xiaochuan brought up the matter, Nan Hui looked helpless.

"Mr. Huang, to be honest, I have considered what you're talking about, but I haven't met the right person all these years. Now that I'm over forty, I've given up on the idea."

Huang Xiaochuan still kindly advised, "These things are unpredictable. Sometimes, when fate comes, you can't stop it. Just pay more attention to yourself, and if you meet someone suitable, you can take the initiative. It's not shameful to do this for the sake of your happiness in the second half of your life."

Nan Hui was both amused and exasperated. She was being taught how to date by a man more than ten years younger than her, which was quite a comical scene. However, she could also feel Huang Xiaochuan's concern for her, and she was still very grateful.

"I understand! Thank you!"

After seeing Nan Hui off, Huang Xiaochuan rubbed his nose, wondering when he had become so fond of playing matchmaker. Not only was he eagerly trying to find a wife for himself and urging his grandfather to find a partner soon, but he was also giving Nan Hui advice. Was he just bored?

That evening, Huang Erhe, who was far away in Shanxi Province, returned home. He was a logistics officer at the division level. If he was not on duty, he could usually stay overnight at his home in the station, but he could not leave the station at will.

When Fan Yingrong saw Huang Erhe return, she asked him, "Have you eaten?"

While changing his shoes, Huang Erhe replied, "I ate at the cafeteria. Where's Maowa?"

Fan Yingrong was busy removing her makeup when she casually replied, "He's at my mother's house and refuses to come back with me."

Huang Erhe was a little unhappy: "You have to come back, even if you don't want to. Don't always let your mother take care of the child; he's been spoiled rotten."

Fan Yingrong was displeased upon hearing this: "What kind of talk is this? My mother helps us take care of the child and yet she's being criticized? Huang Erhe, what do you mean by this?"

Huang Erhe immediately felt a headache coming on; he was afraid of Fan Yingrong's relentless attitude.

"Alright, alright! I won't say anything more, okay?"

Strangely enough, normally Fan Yingrong wouldn't have let Huang Erhe off so easily, but today, as if the sun had risen in the west, Fan Yingrong actually let Huang Erhe go and didn't argue with him.

Although Huang Erhe, who was exhausted after a long day, also felt that something was wrong, he decided to avoid trouble and changed his shoes before turning on the TV and sitting on the sofa to watch the news.

Fan Yingrong continued to work on her face, gently patting her cheeks to help her skin absorb the night cream essence as quickly as possible. After finishing all this, she applied some more night cream to the back of her hand and continued to rub it in.

Then she spoke to Huang Erhe: "Erhe!"

Huang Erhe stared intently at the television, casually replying, "Hmm!"

"Did your parents move to Shanghai?"

Huang Erhe's eyes remained fixed on the television, but he answered Fan Yingrong's question.

"Yes! Didn't I tell you already!"

At this moment, Fan Yingrong plopped down next to Huang Erhe and nudged him with her shoulder.

"Erhe, you haven't taken your family visit leave this year, have you?"

"Really? What's wrong?" Huang Erhe then looked at Fan Yingrong, wanting to hear what she was planning.

At this moment, Fan Yingrong put her arm around Huang Erhe's neck and said affectionately, "Erhe, shall we go to Shanghai?"

This was the first time Fan Yingrong had taken the initiative to suggest going to Shanghai, which surprised Huang Erhe.

"What made you decide to go to Shanghai?"

Fan Yingrong hugged Huang Erhe's neck: "Our colleague Sister Dong just came back from Shanghai. She bought a ton of stuff, especially clothes. When it comes to fashion, Shanghai is the place to be. Your parents and younger brother are in Shanghai right now, right? Let's go there. You haven't seen your parents in a long time, have you? First, you can go see them, and second, you can come with me to buy some things. I've never been to Shanghai before, Erhe!"

Fan Yingrong started to act coquettishly towards Huang Erhe, and Huang Erhe, seeing that his wife's suggestion suited him quite well, was about to agree when he suddenly remembered something.

"Just the two of us, without the kid?"

"Of course we should bring him along! Our little Mao has never met his grandparents yet. It's a good opportunity to take him to your parents so they can see how adorable their grandson is."

"Lovely?" Huang Erhe felt a headache coming on when he thought about his son's name.

If his parents found out that their son took his mother's surname, he would probably be kicked out of the house immediately.

Sigh! It's all my fault for being so easily swayed. I couldn't resist my wife's nagging and had our son take her surname. He should have been named Huang Zedie, but now he's called Fan Jiawei, with the nickname Maowa. I was planning to tell my parents about this in a few years, but with my wife doing this now, it's definitely all over.

Huang Erhe felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of Old Huang kicking him out, so he discussed it with Fan Yingrong.

"Honey, let's just go this time! We'll take Maowa when he's a little older."

Unexpectedly, Fan Yingrong immediately rejected the suggestion: "No, we must bring Maowa along."

"Why? Can't I bring it?" Huang Erhe was a little confused about Fan Yingrong's thinking.

At this point, Fan Yingrong revealed her true thoughts: "Are you stupid? Your parents usually send things or money to Maowa. This time we're taking Maowa with us, so won't your parents give even more? That way, we'll have money to buy things, and maybe we can even bring back a lot!"

Looking at Fan Yingrong's greedy face, Huang Erhe couldn't help but remind her: "Don't blame me for not telling you in advance, my parents don't know that Maowa has your surname. As long as you take Maowa there, this matter can't be kept secret anymore. Don't even mention giving us money, they'll kick us out. I know my parents better than you do."

Fan Yingrong didn't care at all; her eyes lit up and she came up with an idea.

"That's easy, we just tell Maowa his name is Huang?" Fan Yingrong suddenly stopped.

"What was the name your dad gave Maowa again? It had so many strokes, I don't even recognize the character."

Huang Erhe said to Fan Yingrong in an annoyed tone, "Huang Zedie, the 'die' in 'melon vines stretch endlessly'."

"Yes, yes, I'll bring Maowa back tomorrow and tell him his full name is Huang Zedie. Kids learn very quickly; he'll be good in two or three days."

Huang Erhe didn't believe it: "How is that possible? He's always been called Fan Jiawei since he was little. Now you're telling him his name is Huang Zedie? A kid who's not even two years old, no wonder he's confused!"

Fan Yingrong glared at him: "Alright, I said it's fine, so it's fine. I'll teach Maowa, so you can rest assured. You apply for leave tomorrow, and once your leave is approved, I'll have my third aunt buy two sleeper tickets, and the three of us will go to Shanghai."