The 238th Big Red Flag is on the move

  Li Ni directly issued the invitation, as the president of a large group, condescending to invite his subordinates. For ordinary people, they would have been honored and delighted, either incoherently excited or hastily agreeing. However, Liu Ziguang simply said calmly: "Okay, but I've been busy lately, let's see next week."

  "Oh, you go ahead and take care of things first." Li Ni put down the phone, propped up her cheek, gazing into the distance, a slight fluctuation in her mood.

  Actually, Li Ni had no shortage of suitors. She was not very old, only in her thirties, and looked even younger. Under the halo of being a beautiful rich woman, many excellent men flocked to her, just like that Secretary Zhao earlier, who was the secretary of the municipal party committee, and could be said to have power over the entire province. The case of Liu Ziguang mistakenly killing a human trafficker last time was also solved by Li Ni through him - in exchange for a Rolex watch and a meal, she got a phone call, and many people's efforts were resolved instantly.

  Secretary Zhao likes Li Ni, but this liking is not what Li Ni can accept. In fact, Secretary Zhao is a man with great taste and demeanor, always dressed neatly and elegantly, with a refined and gentle temperament, holding power yet being approachable and amiable. Any matter that reaches him can be resolved perfectly. Most women cannot resist the advances of such a man, but Li Ni is after all Li Ni, she needs not only a husband but also a good father and a good helper in her career.

  These three points, Secretary Zhao does not meet two of them, because he is a married man.

  So, Li Man would never accept him no matter what, even if it was a private visit, Secretary Zhao understood this point but never gave up and continued to care for and take care of Li Man and her Zhicheng Group.

  As for other pursuers, they are even more numerous than the fish that cross the river. In the Jiangbei business circle, there are not a few big bosses who have been moved by Li Ni's mature and elegant temperament, and several of them have claimed to be willing to divorce for her sake, but Li Ni has never taken them seriously, simply smiling and dismissing them.

  Even within the group, there are many male employees who secretly admire President Li, such as Vice President Yin Zhi Jian. In his 40s and divorced, he has not remarried in order to win President Li's heart, but President Li only regards him as a business partner and has never given any hints in that direction.

  So many excellent men are pursuing her, yet she is actually worried about refusing an invitation from a small security manager, thinking that it's really ridiculous. Li Ni smiled self-deprecatingly and opened her laptop to start handling work.

  After reading a few emails, Li Ni's mind was still restless. She didn't know why, but Liu Ziguang's figure kept appearing in front of her eyes, from the initial encounter at the bank entrance, to chasing down human traffickers on a flying car, and then every thrilling moment during their trip to Longyang, including his heroic pose holding a sniper rifle on the rooftop. But what was most deeply etched in her memory was the scene where he lay side by side with his son, so warm, so touching.

  "Mom, mom, I want uncle." At some point, the son woke up and pulled at Li Ni's clothes, shouting. Li Ni quickly picked up her son and said: "Little Cheng is well-behaved, Uncle will come to our house as a guest."

  ……

  Liu Ziguang did not immediately respond to Li Yan's invitation, not because he was being difficult, but because he was indeed very busy. Although he seemed idle and carefree most of the time, whenever it came to mealtime, he would suddenly become unavailable. Recently, his relationship with Fang Xi had been progressing rapidly, and since it was the weekend, he definitely wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, so how could he have time to attend Li's banquet?

  In a small street restaurant, Liu Ziguang and Fang Fei sat in a quiet corner. Liu Ziguang's chopsticks flew up and down as he ate the dry stir-fried chicken with chili peppers nonstop, saying it was delicious while eating. Fang Fei covered her mouth and laughed on the opposite side, "The restaurant I introduced can't be bad, right? By the way, I heard you pretended to be someone's father and husband at the hospital yesterday, is that true?"

  Liu Ziguang explained: "That's also an unavoidable thing. In order to transfuse blood for the child as soon as possible, I'll just make a guest appearance. You won't be jealous, will you?"

  Fang Fei said: "How can that be? I'm proud of you and it's not enough, by the way, are you really RH-AB blood type?"

  Liu Ziguang didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer, and changed the subject by saying: "Right, don't you have something important to say?"

  "Really? I had forgotten about it. Recently, the National Health Department has a project to support Africa and needs to dispatch a large number of doctors and nurses. I want to participate, what do you think?"

  The little nurse stared at Liu Ziguang with eager eyes, her face full of expectation. Liu Ziguang knew that Fang Wei's idol was Florence Nightingale. When she was in junior high school, her grades were good enough to get into a key high school, but she chose to take the entrance exam for a nursing school instead. Every year, she was the top student in her grade, and she graduated with the highest score in the whole school. She then entered the best hospital in the city and was assigned to the emergency department, which was considered a prestigious unit. At that time, Fang Wei's father was not yet the director of the hospital, so all these achievements were solely due to her own efforts.

  Fang Fei loves the nursing profession so much, and wants to go to Africa where war is raging, famine and disease are rampant, to rescue and treat the wounded, which is also her dream career. What reason does Liu Ziguang have to object?

  "Alright, I support you!" Liu Ziguang said firmly.

  "Oh, great! I thought you'd be against it!" Fang Fei was overjoyed and unexpectedly leaned in to kiss Liu Ziguang's cheek. Liu Ziguang stood up to return the favor, and the two of them made a scene, with everyone in the small restaurant looking on with kind smiles and chuckling.

  Noticing everyone's gaze, Fang Fei hurriedly sat back in her chair, tidied up her disheveled hair, composed herself and said: "Alas, I'm not even a candidate for the job. They're looking for business elites, how could it be me?" As she spoke, she randomly poked at the pork ribs on her plate with her chopsticks, sighing and lamenting.

  "My cousin Fang Wei is the most comprehensive nurse in the municipal hospital, how could it be that you won't get a turn?" Liu Ziguang said.

  "Really?" Fang Fei's eyebrows danced with excitement, looking forward to the future: "The African continent, full of romance and passion, war and crime, I really want to see the snow on Mount Kilimanjaro with my own eyes. By the way, if I'm really selected, it'll be three years, can you wait for me?"

  Liu Ziguang solemnly promised: "Wait, I'll wait for you."

  "Really?" Fang Fei tilted her head and looked at him: "I don't believe it, let's make a bet."

  Outside, the fine rain was flying, under the neon lights of a small restaurant at the street corner, inside the glass window wet by the rain, two young people stretched out their thumbs and hooked them: "Pulling hooks, one hundred years are not allowed to change."

  Coming out of the small tavern, outside was already autumn rain drizzling, raining down incessantly without any sign of stopping. People on the road were holding umbrellas and hurrying along, taxi business was especially good, even with money it was hard to hail a cab. Fang Xi put her bag over her head and said: "Let's make a run for it, we'll be fine once we reach the bus stop."

  Liu Ziguang pulled her over, took off his jacket and put it on Fang Wei, helped her zip it up, and rubbed her little nose, saying: "It's cold outside, you're wearing so little, what if you catch a cold from getting rained on?"

  Wearing her boyfriend's clothes, a warmth rose from the bottom of her heart. Fang Fei buried her head in Liu Ziguang's chest and said: "Then just do what you say." As she spoke, she sneaked a peek at the Quick Trip Inn sign next to them, her face turning red.

  Unfortunately, Liu Ziguang was completely clueless about romance and pulled out his phone to dial a number, saying: "I'm at the intersection of Xi'an Road and Guangrong Street, come pick me up."

  "Who was on the phone?" Fang Xi curiously asked.

  "My driver."

  "What? You bought a car? How come I didn't know?"

  "It's clear when you see it."

  Five minutes later, a sleek black luxury sedan pulled up to the entrance of the small tavern. The car's body was wide and large, with a red flag on the hood shining brightly in the night. Looking at the massive vehicle, Fang Fei was stunned: "This... this... is this your car?"

  "Yes, please." Liu Ziguang opened the car door and made a welcoming gesture.

  The entrance of the small wine shop was crowded with people taking shelter from the rain, all staring in amazement at this red flag double-rowed sedan that seemed to have come out of a time tunnel. Some older people remembered that this car wasn't something ordinary people could ride in - even the municipal party secretary didn't have the qualifications, only international friends like Prince Sihanouk who came to visit China could sit in it. The young people also had their eyes wide with wonder, this car was too awesome, its style was simply more impressive than any Rolls-Royce, Maybach or Bentley.

  Fang Fei happily got into the limousine under everyone's gaze, and the driver was Xuanzi. He specially wore a Sun Yat-sen suit today, with his hair combed to one side, looking just like a national cadre during the Cultural Revolution.

  Xuanzi turned around, his serious face without a hint of smile: "Commander, where are we going?"

  Fang Fei was startled, then looked at Liu Ziguang, raised his hand and said in a Sichuan accent: "Little devil, go to Beidaihe."

  Xuanzi stepped on the gas and said, "Yes, boss." Then he started the car, and the huge red sedan drove away from the small tavern under the curious and envious eyes of the crowd.

  The sedan is very spacious, with two rows of genuine leather sofas facing each other, separated from the driver's seat by an organic glass partition that can be bulletproof and soundproof. The windows have white curtains hanging on them, and the decorative parts are all made of electroplated pure copper or real walnut wood, with exquisite workmanship and solid quality. Even if it were to be retrofitted forty years ago, it would still be a central-level treatment.

  Fang Fei was happily rolling around on the large sofa, occasionally lifting the curtains to look at the rainy scenery outside, and couldn't close her mouth with joy. Suddenly she leaned into Liu Ziguang's ear and asked in a low voice: "Why did you say you want to go to Beidaihe? And that driver, so strange."

  Liu Ziguang sighed: "No way, he's just like that. Since childhood, he has fantasized about being a driver for the central leaders. I'm also doing it reluctantly to satisfy his hobby. Alas, even speaking in Sichuan dialect is not easy, it's tiring."

  Fang Fei couldn't help but laugh and said: "This person is so funny!"

  Liu Ziguang said seriously, "It's not necessarily a bad thing for someone to be infatuated with one thing. Take Xuanzi for example, no matter what kind of old car it is, he can always make it look brand new again. For cars that have been out of order, he just needs to listen to the sound and he'll know where the problem lies. If you love a profession, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly to it in order to achieve something."

  Fang Fei nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."