On April 11, 1989, Su Cheng and others arrived in Houston, USA. They did not notify He Yuwei at first, but went to the consulate with the delegation.

Inside the door wall, there are lights and decorations, all of which are red flower ornaments, yellow banners, and colorful flags. When the wind blows, the Chinese style floats in the air.

Xiaopang held the wheelchair and said in surprise: "This is not a welcome to us, right?"

Qin Yun looked up at the colorful flags surrounded by Christmas lights and answered the question irrelevantly: "It looks so good, the color of other people's fabrics is bright."

President Qin moved his muscles and broke the fantasy of everyone and said, "It cannot be welcomed, the level is not enough."

No matter what, there is no clear understanding of the "level" and everyone said "oh".

Although we were sure that we were not welcomed, we found the embassy staff with expectations. Looking at their cheerful expressions, President Qin took the initiative to step forward and asked, "What are you celebrating?"

The other party was a small man with a slim nose. He looked up at Qin Shiwei's protruding chest muscles, swallowed and said, "We are celebrating the first time the Chinese Navy crossed the 180-degree meridian and docked in Hawaii."

Qin Shiwei said in surprise: "180 degrees meridian? When did it happen?"

The little man raised his chest and looked up, facing everyone, and said seriously: "Depart on March 31, at 7:45 on April 8, crossed the date change line. On April 11, Zheng He arrived on Hawaii Island!"

Hearing his time so accurate, everyone couldn't help but feel solemn.

The little guy said, "This is the first step for Chinese ships to take to the deep blue, a day worth commemorating and celebrating. Even if you beat me up, you can't be what we want to take photos today."

When it comes to the last sentence, it finally changed.

Qin Shiwei, who was intoxicated by his emotions, frowned, pinched his fingers into a wide keyboard fist, and said, "Which eye does your mind know that I'm going to beat you."

Su Cheng felt that if Qin Shiwei punched him, he would have to smash 101 bones.

The little man stared at his wide keyboard fist and felt extremely dangerous. He hurriedly said, "I'm talking nonsense. How could you beat someone? It's impossible to beat someone, right?"

"Right?" He was not sure, and then looked carefully at the fat man in the wheelchair and thought to himself: Fat man has always been a good person, so should this person be.

As a prospective son-in-law, Xiaopang's fear of Comrade Qin Shiwei has penetrated into his bones. He shook his head firmly and slowly.

The little man looked at him and held the wall with his hands, looking like he was about to faint.

Qin Yun clapped his hands helplessly and made a slap sound. He said, "No one can beat people. We are a delegation from China to attend several important meetings. Please arrange it."

The little man closed his eyes tightly, holding the wall and daring to move.

Xiaopang was shocked and whispered: "Don't be frightened."

Qin Yunshu said: "How is it possible? What's there to be afraid of?"

Xiaopang raised his eyelids and said, "When you were born, you would call him dad even when you saw a bear. You can't understand other people's feelings. When I first met your dad, I saw that the tendon on my big arm was thicker than my calves, which made me think I was so thin..."

"Um……"

Xiaopang suddenly felt that the wheelchair was blowing in the air.

He glanced upwards, and his eyes were full of the color of the black iron tower. He immediately shrank his neck and said with a smile: "Director Qin... We are used to talking poorly... Alas. This guy is still closing his eyes, don't be dead."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Yun looked at his father, who was twice as big as someone else's, stretched out a little finger to explore the staff's breath.

After a while, Qin Yun gently stroked his chest: "It's okay, I'm not dead."

As he was talking, the door of the small building of the consulate opened and another female cadre in her 30s walked out.

She glanced at the little one and asked without surprise: "What unit are you from? Is there anything wrong?"

"We are the delegation of China's Shengli Oilfield." Wei Kong quickly replied.

The leader Wu Hong was afraid of something, so he seized the time to clear him up and said, "We are two groups, and they are taking a ride."

Wei Kong glared at him and said, "We are two groups. But we are together."

"It can't be counted as one, two groups of people and two signs..." Wu Hong insisted.

In various chaos, the female cadre laughed and said, "This is how I welcome my compatriots in the motherland. You can wait a moment, I will wake up Little Li Zi first." The female cadre said, while taking out a stick from Li Zi's pocket, peeling off the skin in a few seconds, and handing it to Li Zi's mouth.

After a while, Li Zi, who had licked the stick clean, finally recovered in the face of great anticipation. He opened his eyes and forced a smile: "Sorry, I have a problem with hypoglycemia. I can't stand the scare. I get sick when I'm afraid!"

"It shouldn't be that low blood sugar should be so long." Shu Lan asked in confusion, her eyes full of doubts.

Little Lizi felt embarrassed by her and whispered: "It shouldn't have been so long, but I think it's dangerous to wake up early, so I'll be dizzy for a while."

As he said that, he took out another chocolate bar and put it gently in his mouth. The staff in the consulate paid much higher salaries than in China.

President Qin's black face was undoubtedly carbonized.

"Can I make a call?" Su Cheng didn't want to play with them any longer.

The female cadre pointed inside. After Su Cheng entered, he called He Yuwei and made an appointment before pushing Xiaopang and wandering around the building.

The consulate was quite large, and the two soon found a lounge, and the TV inside was playing American news. Although it was in English, the two big words "Zheng He" appeared from time to time, which still attracted the attention of the two.

Su Cheng gently pushed Xiaopang to the back row of the chair.

Xiaopang's English listening was extremely poor. He couldn't understand the content of the TV program, so he listened to the discussions of others in the lounge. Since it was a consulate, everyone talked about the Blue Sea Navy and the warships crossing the meridian, and the speech was so incisive that everyone's face was filled with light.

As Xiaopang listened, his blood was boiling and he said, "Unknown to us, our navy has become more powerful."

"It will become more and more powerful." Su Cheng gave a positive answer.

"If I lose 40 kilograms of weight, I will also be a navy and serve the country." Xiaopang clenched his fists.

Su Cheng smiled faintly and said, "There is not only one way to serve the motherland."

"what else?"

"Building warships for the navy, tanks for the army, and producing oil and refining fuel is your contribution."

Xiaopang was stunned and said happily in a flash: "After we go back, I will find a way to increase production. You can also build the Jinan Power Machinery Factory. Diesel engines and other powerful machines are installed on the tank..."

Su Cheng laughed and said, "That's necessary."

"Jinan Power Machine Factory is Jichai, which produces the 190 series diesel engine." The person sitting in front suddenly turned around and interrupted.

Seeing his waist straight, Su Cheng knew it was an officer. So he smiled cautiously and said, "It's Jichai."

"Jichai's engine has been used on the fishing management boats in Fujian, Guangdong and Shandong. What you do is to serve the country." The young officer glanced at Xiaofa's wheelchair a few times, raised his thumbs up at him, and said, "Don't look at your health. But if you have this heart and can continue working, it is the best support for the country. You can read the articles written by Zhang Haidi, and you will never give up if you are disabled!"

He smiled friendly to the two of them and continued to watch TV.

Xiaopang waited for Su Cheng to push him out of the lounge and said worriedly: "It's over now. Even if my legs are good when I come back, I have to be in a wheelchair. Otherwise, I can't explain it to others."

...

Half an hour later, He Yuweifei rushed into the consulate like a rush, looking at Su Cheng almost with tears in his eyes. He didn't know that he thought they were meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Still Silang, worried that Su Cheng would make a mistake, shouted: "Brother, are we going out to stay in a hotel?"

He Yuwei woke up and said hurriedly: "I have booked the hotel, not far from here. I have hired two cars, a Buick sedan for Sucheng and a business car for everyone to ride."

A group of people said goodbye to other members of the delegation and left the consulate. Shu Lan followed Su Cheng obediently, holding one hand around his arm without saying a word.

At this time, Sucheng had the opportunity to ask: "Have you contacted the upper floor of Halliburton?"

He Yuwei shook her head slowly.

"Where is that guy from the Ministry of International Affairs?"

"No. I can't make an appointment again." He Yuwei said in a low voice, "I used the money once and was warned that if I go to send the money again, they will expel me."

"Being warned means there is no evidence, you should find a better lawyer."

"Do you give me more money?" He Yuwei was already anxious and restless. After hearing what Su Cheng said, she had no time to explore the feasibility. She immediately took out her notebook, and a telephone number and a telephone number marking, and said: "We must at least meet an ordinary vice president before we can contact the executive vice president. Brown has a high status in Halliburton, which makes it even more difficult for me to contact him. Now, who will we break through first?"

Her speaking speed is already faster than Wang Sheng.

Su Cheng shook his head and said, "I believe you have made a full visit. Since this vice president of Brown doesn't look down on COSCO Shipping, he doesn't look down on Dahua Industrial, so I won't go."

"If you don't go...what should I do?" He Yuwei thought that when she saw Su Cheng, the matter would be resolved, and her loss was beyond words.

Su Cheng whispered: "I want to study the recent newspapers and magazines, and we will talk about them in two days."

He Yuwei could only nod.

Qin Yun waited until they finished their business and let go of his depressed excitement, pulled Shu Lan and He Yuwei, and said, "It's okay today. Let's go shopping, go shopping, go shopping..."

The same few words have different tones and different emotions.

Shu Lan nodded indifferently, but He Yuwei looked at Qin Yun with a lawsuit full of thought and said, "I used to love shopping as much as you, but now I can't do it."

"Is it because I'm too busy with business?"

He Yuwei said sadly: "A few days ago, I took the wife's route and accompanied a wife to go shopping. I had to help her carry things, pay for her, and I had to keep praising her... I suddenly felt that shopping was boring."

The little fat man almost flashed in his eyes and he slapped his thighs: "Okay! Ouch..."
Chapter completed!