The banquet hall for the dinner is not big.

It is the same type of low-key and simple style.

In the middle of the banquet hall, there is a long dining table, which is not too long.

Fang Nian was the last guest to arrive.

I was invited to sit down at a seat on the left hand side inside, opposite Miao Wei.

Ding Fuxiang, who introduced Fang Nian into the banquet hall, did not enter the seat.

After a while, Ping Shu and Mr. Li arrived hand in hand and took seats on both sides of the narrow place.

In this way, tonight's host and guests are all here, and only eight of the ten chairs are occupied.

There were several fewer people than an hour ago.

The service staff filed in, laid out the dishes, and the aroma of the dishes quickly filled the nostrils.

Mr. Li made a greeting gesture and said kindly: "Xiao Fang, we only have simple meals here, you better get used to it."

Fang Nian blinked and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

Seeing this, everyone laughed.

Fang Nian thought that he was not that arrogant or extravagant, so why did everyone seem to misunderstand him.

Mr. Fang expressed that he was aggrieved.

Lao Fang's family has been farmers for five generations. He was a serious farmer's son when he was young. A few years ago, he was still planting rice in the fields.

But he is a typical person from the valley.

If Fang Nian really had to speak for himself, he could talk about this grievance for at least three to five hours.

When he was a child until he was in sixth grade, he could only eat a few popsicles worth two cents a year, which were even more expensive, and he had few opportunities to smell them.

Ping Shu, who was still sitting on Fang Nian's left hand side, helped Fang Nian out. He greeted: "Move your chopsticks, Xiao Fang, come on, you come first."

Fang Nian responded with a sigh, and the boss politely picked up a chopstick and picked up the rice.

I'm still thinking in my mind, as a cook, I'm really not used to this kind of small bowl. It looks good, but it's too delicate.

It is inevitable to say a few words at the dinner table.

This time it was basically Ping Shu talking to Mr. Li.

"Xiao Fang, I have to ask you to stay in the capital for a little longer."

"..."

"Ministers, I have helped you stay here, so I have to leave the matter to you."

"..."

"There are some matters regarding the standard dispute that require your cooperation, Xiao Fang."

"Our attitude is very clear."

"..."

What can Fang Nian say? He is short-tongued.

He has finished three small bowls, and his mouth is even shorter. He doesn't even know how to say a polite refusal.

Apart from anything else, Fang Nian was very satisfied with the standard of the dinner.

Not too unusual, just state banquet level.

In fact, not only Fang Nian, but also several ministers including Miao Wei didn't speak much.

The time to speak has passed.

"..."

After this dinner, Fang Nian stayed in the capital temporarily.

I didn’t find it too troublesome, so I stayed at the Park Hyatt Residence. After all, I paid for it, so I couldn’t waste it too much.

To be honest, Fang Nian wanted to live directly in the alley yard on the right side of the mansion, where it would be more convenient to move around.

But there is no such opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, June is over.

In July, after a heavy rain, the weather in Beijing suddenly became hotter.

However, whether it was windy or rainy, it had little to do with Fang Nian. He was neither exposed to the rain nor the sun.

Very busy every day.

I go back and forth to various courtyards on West and East Chang'an Street, and occasionally I go to the wall to see the lake view and so on.

Fang Nian didn't even take time to have dinner or tea with Lei Jun, Shen Nier and other big bosses who were based in the capital.

That's just one or two phone calls.

As for the 'Big Brother' thing, it was already a big deal to have the honor of being mentioned at the beginning of that meeting.

The rest really has nothing to do with Fang Nian's half cent.

That's right, Mr. Fang has forgotten how much impact those few kicks he stepped on will have on 'Big Brother'.

However, Fang Nian was in the capital after all, so he still heard the relevant news.

The chairman of 'Big Brother' who has retired and returned again held a wide-ranging reception.

Various members of various meetings and clubs came to Beijing to attend, and the more active one was Ma Jack, who had only met Fang Nian once.

Then there was a loud sound.

He said that he wanted to win this battle to defend his honor.

The entire statement is quite sharply worded.

Especially the last paragraph, which mentioned: "Brothers and sisters, it's time for us to stand up and make the world clear. If tens of thousands of employees can't keep their integrity to protect themselves, what business will we run? We are just a bunch of wimps!"

"Cadres must take active action, and all colleagues must actively contribute ideas and suggestions. We must unite as one, share the same hatred of the enemy, and fight to the death to win this battle to defend our honor!"

"..."

The statement caused a lot of commotion in public cyberspace.

Expressions of support from countless well-known businessmen were also posted, including a rare long list, including Lei Jun and others.

Although it is easy for everyone to see that it is a screenshot of a message in a group chat.

However, there is no one from Frontier Company, let alone Fang Nian’s voice and will.

From the outside, it seems that Frontier only made a brief appearance at the developer conference in May, and then continued its low-key development strategy.

On the day when the noise was very noisy, Fang Nian went to No. 13 West Chang'an Street again to find Miao for dinner.

Miao Wei mentioned this topic with a hint of ridicule: "Mr. Fang, you frontiers have not spoken out, but by default you have become the opposite."

Looking at Miao Wei's rather interesting expression, Fang Nian pursed his lips and glanced at Miao Wei: "Miao Bu, I always feel that you are a bit of a spectator."

After a pause, Fang Nian said with a thoughtful tone: "As far as I know, this kind of matter seems to be under the jurisdiction of your department."

Miao Wei coughed twice and changed the subject vaguely: "Fang Nian, in the words of you young people, can we discuss it from the perspective of the people who eat melons?"

"No problem, no problem." Fang Nian nodded repeatedly.

He and Miao Wei got along very well with this bad old man.

During these days in the capital, Miao Wei used him as an excuse to drink at home several times.

Fang Nian was not polite and kept applying eye drops in front of Miao Wei's wife.

It can be considered that they have contact with each other.

Fang Nian knew what Miao Wei meant by saying this, and just wanted to hear his true thoughts.

From a public perspective, Mr. Fang's tone was more public relations than crisis public relations, and he would not express the slightest tendency.

Miao Wei changed his tone to a more relaxed tone and asked casually: "How do you think this matter should be handled?"

"Follow the long-standing rules and treat it coldly." Fang Nian also answered casually.

Miao Weisi pondered for a moment and said, "Can this be treated coldly?"

Fang Nian said: "The enthusiasm of the people is limited, especially in the information age, no matter what happens, it will be gradually forgotten."

"Besides, his evasive rhetoric can easily backfire. Is this really the last century?"

"It is true that many times it takes struggle to achieve stable development, but that has long been no longer applicable to the current business development environment. Openness, sharing, and win-win are the themes."

"I don't even know where they inherited their old-school aura from?"

"Let me say, people in this world cannot lose association, but they can live without association."

After hearing what Fang Nian said, Miao Wei couldn't help but smacked his lips: "You are not like Mr. Fang in private, your words and attitude are very sharp."

"It's all in private, so of course I have nothing to fear." Fang Nian said casually.
To be continued...