That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 1280 Money Makes You Charming
"We're not even that closely related, so let's just call you Ms. Fu!"

From the moment Li Ye opened his mouth, he expressed a respectful but distant attitude towards Fu Guiyin.

Although Fu Guiyin and Fu Guiru are cousins ​​from the second paternal line, and are definitely not distant relatives, Li Ye really didn't want to talk to this aunt.

Six years ago, when Li Ye first met Fu Guiyin, he didn't like this aunt with big waves who was nearly forty years old and still flirting with handsome men. Later, Li Ye and Fu Guiru took 200,000 yuan to Shancheng to redeem Fu Guiyin. Fu Guiyin made a tough decision and got in touch with Lao Meng in Shancheng and started doing waterway business.

In the 1980s and 90s, the waterway business was quite profitable, but it was not a legitimate business and it was bound to be exposed eventually. When the money was recovered and liquidated, it was unknown how many people would be implicated.

So why would Li Ye want to be associated with this kind of person? Why would he call this kind of person "aunt"?
"Ms. Fu? Hahahaha~"

Fu Guiru laughed so hard she was doubled over, her exaggerated manner causing many people around her to stare in disbelief.

Perhaps due to the use of advanced medical aesthetic techniques, Fu Guiyin's wrinkles have almost disappeared, and she even used expensive cosmetics to create a "youthful" look. In addition, her chest trembled when she laughed, which was indeed very eye-catching in the 1990s.

However, Li Ye's observation skills were several times sharper than those of ordinary people. He saw through the fatigue and dejection hidden beneath her skin at a glance, not to mention the little thing on her chest.

A fake look.

To put it bluntly, a person's age is laid bare under Li Ye's gaze. Just look at Fu Guiyin's complexion; she is far inferior to Fu Guiru, who is two years older than her. After removing her makeup, she looks at least ten years older than Fu Guiru.

However, Fu Guiyin's alluring charm was quite distinctive, always attracting some philandering men.

After Fu Guiyin finished laughing, she turned to the BMW salesperson and asked, "What just happened here? What exactly happened?"

The sales staff looked embarrassed and could only helplessly say, "Too many people wanted to experience it today, so we arranged for everyone to line up. Some people didn't want to get off after getting on the bus, and these gentlemen couldn't stand it."

"What do you mean you don't like it? It was clearly our turn in line, and you arranged for them to go up and tour, telling us it would only take a little while, but we've been waiting for ages!"

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Old Zhou from Nanjing Automobile was speechless. It turned out that his employees had queued for ages and even got into a fight just to sit in a BMW and touch the steering wheel.

"Disgraceful! Get out of here!"

Old Zhou cursed in the Nanjing dialect, telling the employees to leave immediately, but Fu Guiyin stopped them.

"There's nothing shameful about it. Everyone has the right to yearn for beautiful things. Please wait a moment."

Fu Guiyin picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Bring my Bayer truck over here, right away."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Guiyin said to Lao Zhou, "I have a brand new car that has just been launched. You gentlemen can experience it as an apology."

Old Zhou hesitated and said, "How could I possibly accept this?"

Fu Guiyin said, "It's alright. We're open for business; every young person is a valuable future customer."

"Ms. Fu is indeed very generous. Then we won't stand on ceremony."

Old Zhou wanted to refuse, but seeing the hateful glares between his employees and the four locals, he agreed.

When subordinates fight, the reason is secondary; winning is the primary concern. Old Zhou was angry earlier because his men lost the fight, and Fu Guiyin's actions now undoubtedly helped her men vent their anger.

Moreover, even the most obedient subordinates need to be properly won over; simply scolding and suppressing them will not cultivate loyal confidants.

Fu Guiyin glanced at Li Ye and teased, "Do you like Bayer? If you do, I'll give you one."

"Ha~"

Li Ye smiled faintly and pointed to Bayier's exhibition area, asking, "Is this your business?"

Fu Guiru nodded and said, "I run a trading company, and importing cars is one of the company's businesses."

"Then I wish you great success in your business."

Li Ye nodded, turned around and left without waiting for Lao Zhou and the others.

Do you think I care about your car? Who knows if it came in by legitimate means or by water?

But as soon as Li Ye turned around, a bright red BMW drove up from behind, attracting everyone's attention and blocking Li Ye's way.

Upon closer inspection, Li Ye realized it was the first-generation 8 Series, which had only been on the market for a little over a year.

This four-door coupe was incredibly stylish in the 1990s, far more upscale than the other cars on display. It immediately caught everyone's attention, and several of the Nanjing Automobile Group employees eagerly went up to experience it. Li Ye's subordinates, including Xiao Zhu, were also itching to try it out.

A middle-aged man got out of the driver's seat and walked straight to Fu Guiyin's side.

The man had artistic, medium-length hair, exuding British style from head to toe. He was also carrying a book when he got out of the car, and his smile was as warm as the winter sun.

[Has she changed boyfriends again?]

Fu Guiyin affectionately rubbed her shoulder against the other person's, then said to Li Ye, "I'm getting married. Please tell my cousin. I hope she can come to my wedding."

"You're getting married? To him?"

Li Ye pointed at the artistic man in front of him, feeling both amused and exasperated.

[Wasn't Ai Zhixin's behavior bad enough for you six years ago? Why did you find someone who seems respectable on the surface?]

Li Ye doesn't categorically conclude that men who appear glamorous on the surface are bad, but this thirty-year-old artist in front of him is clearly very attractive to girls and young women between eighteen and thirty-eight. Now he's marrying you, a forty-something old man. What do you think is the reason for this?
Could it be because of love?
Just as Li Ye was feeling both amused and exasperated, the art uncle's hand was already outstretched in front of him.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Tang Zhiyu, from Shanghai. May I ask your name?"

Your Mightiness?

Li Ye felt a little embarrassed by the strange address.

Your Excellency, isn't that a title at least for earls or marquises? Now it's been extended to the common people?

Li Ye shook hands with the other person. The other person's palm was warm and smooth, and the fingers were long and slender, which was indeed quite in line with the aesthetics of some girls. "Hello, I am Li Ye, a proud laborer from China."

"Labor workers."

Tang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I've traveled to many corners of the world, but this is the first time I've met someone as interesting as you."

Li Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked, "Aren't you from Shanghai?"

Tang Zhiyu nodded and said, "Although I'm from Shanghai, I like to travel around just like Guiyin. We've made a pact to travel to every corner of the world together and create beautiful memories for a lifetime."

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Listening to Tang Zhiyu's almost reciting tone, Li Ye's teeth ached.

When Fu Guiyin took Tang Zhiyu's arm and the two smiled sweetly at each other as if no one else was around, Li Ye couldn't help but smirk.

He recalled a post from decades later, in which several passages bore a striking resemblance to the description of Tang Zhiyu before him.

We once measured the world's latitude and longitude with our footsteps, and sang with a street musician in front of the Sydney Opera House. During my studies abroad, I had a relationship that didn't care about background; the other person was an art student who accompanied me to feed pigeons in front of a convenience store at four in the morning.

This is a confession from an international student, which has attracted a lot of attention and comments.

However, there were still some things that Li Ye didn't understand.

Putting aside the question of whether his travels around the world are comparable to a two-bedroom apartment within Beijing's Fourth Ring Road in the marriage market, the fact that he feeds pigeons at four in the morning is truly perplexing.

Li Ye always felt that pigeons should be sleeping at four in the morning, and that it was owls that were not sleeping at that time.

Could it be that the pigeons in Europe flew over from the mainland and were still jet-lagged, so they stayed up all night and ran to two equally sleepless, clueless young couples asking for food?

Why did Li Ye immediately think this artistic-looking uncle was unreliable? Because he really was unreliable!
But perhaps only this kind of unreliability can capture a seasoned veteran like Fu Guiyin who has been wandering the world for decades!
The more unconventional a relationship is, the more it can touch people's hearts, the more romantic it is, and the more powerful it is. It's like feeding pigeons in the middle of the night; if you were feeding pigeons in the daytime, what would be so special about it?
Who hasn't fed pigeons during the day? Even a three-year-old can do it.

Because of Tang Zhiyu's delay, Xiao Zhu and the others went to ride around in the BMW 850 for a while before leaving together under Li Ye's urging gaze.

The young men were clearly still enjoying themselves, excitedly discussing as they walked.

"That Bayer is really good. The seats are very comfortable, and the positioning of the steering wheel, accelerator, and brake is cleverly adjusted. We still have a lot of room for improvement."

"It's a pity there are too many people today, otherwise I would have tried to climb down and take a look at its chassis design. We must acknowledge the gap, but we must never accept it."

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Hearing the conversation among these young people, Li Ye felt very gratified.

The technical staff at the First Factory did not have the habit of resting on their laurels; their life's pursuit was to make progress step by step every day and strive to catch up.

Although it has taken decades for mainland China to fully catch up with BMW's chassis, the progress made is undeniable.

As long as we don't despair or surrender, we'll catch up one day.

However, Li Ye had just felt relieved for a moment when he heard Xiao Zhu and the others' discussion start to go off-topic.

"That woman must be over thirty, right? She just got married this year?"

"How could that be? She even calls Factory Director Li her nephew! He's at least forty."

"Maybe it's a distant aunt? Besides, she doesn't look like she's over forty at all."

"The woman named Weng Qianyu at the Sino-Japanese Friendship Concert a few days ago looks to be in her forties, about the same age as Ms. Fu. She also looks very charming."

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Xiao Zhu and the others all looked at Li Ye sideways, hoping that Li Ye could tell them the truth about how old Fu Guiyin really was.

But Li Ye retorted sarcastically, "Charm? You think that's charm?"

Xiao Zhu asked in surprise, "Isn't that right?"

[A bunch of idiots who can't distinguish between charm and sassiness.]

Just then, Wang Siyu, who was in charge of sales in the Yangtze River Delta region, said, "You are all blinded by money and have mistaken wealth for charm."

"What are you saying? How can you equate charm with money?"

"Hmph, I've been in Shanghai for so long, and I'm not even as good as you? Without money, what charm do you have?"

"Oh dear, Wang Siyu, you've changed. You're so vulgar and disgusting."

Li Ye chuckled.

Luxury cars and beautiful women are indeed the two things that most easily spark discussion among men.

But both of these things involve money.

Li Ye deliberately slowed down, distancing himself from the group of arguing young people, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Fu Guiru's number.

"Mother, has Fu Guiyin contacted you recently?"

"No! Why are you suddenly asking about her?"

"Then think about it, are there any people in Malaysia who are actively involved in our port business, especially those who might be related to Fu Guiyin?"

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(End of this chapter)