Chapter 196 It’s not a question of whether it’s worth it 4

Ou Xiaoyang has been with Wang Weidong for so many years and knows Wang Weidong very well.

Since Wang Weidong said he was ready, he was really ready.

"Weidong, we are good friends. Today I will tell you something from my heart that I have never told anyone." Ou Xiaoyang said.

"My father completely retired two years ago. He left the Black Province for several years. Others still give me ordinary favors here. On the surface, I am still very enthusiastic, but in my heart, I can feel that there is a difference between heaven and earth compared to before.

The difference is that it is no longer possible to be like the two of us working in the radio factory." Ou Xiaoyang continued.

Wang Weidong nodded. Two years ago, when he was sitting in the office of Chief Xu of the Foreign Economic and Trade Department, when Wang Weidong mentioned Ou Xiaoyang's name, Chief Xu still insisted on letting him go to the northern country to exchange goods.

a little.

"To be honest, I haven't been doing well in the capital in the past few years, and now I have nothing to lose. Ruiyun always complains that I don't go back to Harbin to see her. In fact, I don't have the shame to come back and let Ruiyun and those so-called friends from the past see me now.

It looks like it's a car, but actually it's empty inside." Ou Xiaoyang said.

"It's not easy to get around in Beijing. You can go to Shenzhen. Isn't Brother Xiaojun there? Shenzhen has developed in the past ten years. I heard that there are many opportunities there." Wang Weidong said.

Ou Xiaoyang hesitated after hearing Wang Weidong's words and said: "I have never told you about my eldest brother. My eldest brother has been developing well from section chief to director to deputy director since he arrived in Shenzhen. However, he resigned and went to Hong Kong three years ago.

The city is here."

Wang Weidong stopped holding the dumplings. Although he had only met Ou Xiaojun two or three times, he was deeply impressed by Ou Xiaojun.

Wang Weidong could never forget the first time he saw Ou Xiaojun, wearing a shabby military coat and pushing a shabby bicycle.

At that time, he felt that Ou Xiaojun would have a bright future, but now Ou Xiaoyang said that his eldest brother had gone to Hong Kong Island!

"When my eldest brother responded to the organization's call to go to Shencheng, it was still a small fishing village. My eldest sister-in-law refused to go there with me at all. But in 1986, when my eldest sister-in-law changed her mind, my eldest brother disagreed.

At first, the whole family didn't understand what was going on, but later they found out that he was involved with a businesswoman from Hong Kong Island!" Ou Xiaoyang said angrily.

Ou Xiaoyang's parents had long been disappointed with Ou Xiaoyang, and pinned their hopes on their eldest son, Ou Xiaojun. They didn't expect that their eldest son, who had a good development momentum, would actually cause such a big thing!

It is conceivable that Ou Xiaoyang's parents felt that their son had been humiliated. They had already retreated, so they began to compare their sons with each other, but they did not expect that something happened to their own son.

This blow was a hundred times or a thousand times bigger than Ou Xiaoyang's blow to them. It was like falling from a high altitude.

"My eldest brother knew that he couldn't keep things under control, so he resigned, got divorced, and then married that Hong Kong Island businesswoman and moved to Hong Kong Island. He has been calling home for the past two years, but my parents have never answered or read his letters. Now. Now

The responsibility of honoring my parents falls on me alone, and I feel a lot of pressure." Ou Xiaoyang said.

Ou Xiaoyang raised his glass and said to Wang Weidong: "Weidong, I'm going to say something shameless today. Whatever you do in the future, don't forget me!"

Wang Weidong raised his wine glass and clinked it with Ou Xiaoyang's wine glass and said: "I will ask you for more help if necessary in the future! Teacher Yao spent several days compiling a list of the information piled up in my room. Please help me when you return to the capital.

Ask which university is willing to take it. Also, can you give me your eldest brother's phone number and address in Hong Kong Island? I would like to go there and meet him in a while."

Ou Xiaoyang was very happy when the two broke up. He felt that it was worthwhile to come back from the capital this time.

Wang Weidong was waiting at home for news from Director Sun of the Foreign Economic and Trade Department, but half a month had passed and there was no news.

Director Sun's reports were handed over layer by layer, and it took a long time to study and discuss them again, and then study and discuss them again.

There was no news from Director Sun, but Ou Xiaoyang returned ten days later.

Not only did he come back alone, Ou Xiaoyang also brought two people with him.

"Weidong, this is Deputy Director Qiao from the Yanyuan University Library, and this is Professor Yuki Inakata from the University of Tokyo." Ou Xiaoyang introduced.

Wang Weidong's expression changed a little when he heard that there was another person with a small book. Why did he bring foreigners here?

Seeing Wang Weidong's reaction, Deputy Director Qiao explained: "Professor Xing Jingxia came to our university for academic exchanges. He happened to hear about this and he insisted on coming to take a look."

Due to various reasons, small-book scholars who want to study the big northern countries have trouble getting information. Even the most common information is not available. The New York Times is available everywhere. People from the big northern countries take the most common domestic Pravda abroad and try it.

!

Jing Xiaxing nodded to Wang Weidong and then fixed his eyes on the two tons of information, then bent over and flipped through it regardless.

Deputy Curator Qiao also started to check.

Seeing that the two of them couldn't finish watching it for a while, Wang Weidong and Ou Xiaoyang sat down and chatted.

It took two hours before Mr. Jingxia stood up and said in very blunt Chinese: "These materials are too ordinary! There are only a few books published in the 1930s and 1940s that are okay. They should be rarely seen now."

Wang Weidong now speaks Japanese well, but when two Chinese and foreigners muttered that he was not good at foreign languages, he could only reply: "This is what is in the small library of a fishing company in Vladivostok."

How valuable can books be?"

However, Jingxia Xing's next words shocked several people.

"I will pay 300,000 yuan to buy this batch of information!" Jingxia Xing said.

Deputy Curator Qiao looked down the well. These foreigners really don't regard money as money! He was just flipping through it while thinking about how to buy back this batch of materials with as little money as possible. Unexpectedly, this little book was full of words as soon as he opened it.

One hundred thousand!

Originally, Deputy Director Qiao was still thinking about how to persuade Wang Weidong to transfer the materials for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

Wang Weidong and Ou Xiaoyang were very excited when they heard this number, but reason soon prevailed.

No matter how much money foreigners pay, Wang Weidong cannot sell it!

"No, Mr. Jingxia, I can't sell this information to foreigners!" Wang Weidong replied.

Deputy Director Qiao looked at Wang Weidong with a smile. This young man is still very ideological.

However, now that Jing Xiaxing has spoken, Deputy Curator Qiao cannot give an excessively low price as he thinks.

During the discussion with Wang Weidong, Deputy Director Qiao went out and made two phone calls to the school leaders for instructions. On the phone, he emphasized the fact that Jing Xiaxing wanted to spend 300,000 yuan to buy these materials.

Finally, Deputy Director Qiao finally nodded and decided to spend 100,000 yuan to take these materials back.

After Deputy Director Qiao and Jing Xiaxing left, Ou Xiaoyang said to Wang Weidong: "Three hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, Wei Dong!"

"Yes, three hundred thousand, but I don't dare!" Wang Weidong said regretfully.

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