Traveling back to 1977

Chapter 832 says tomorrow is tomorrow.
Zhou Yali was very dissatisfied with the answer Chen Fan revealed, saying, "You only mentioned one thing, what about the other one? You said you'd meet tomorrow, but did you even make an appointment?"

Chen Fan clicked pause, and the game screen froze there. Then he picked up the phone and said, "It's just arranging a meeting, right? I'll arrange it for you."

The call connected quickly, and Chen Fan asked softly, "Hello, is this the Huo residence? Oh, I'm looking for Mr. Huo. What? He's not here? Where did he go?"

This phone number was given to him by Mr. Huo back in Beijing, so he could contact his home directly if anything happened, but he never expected that Mr. Huo wouldn't be home now.

Those who knew this phone number were all old friends of Mr. Huo, so the housekeeper did not hide the itinerary. After asking about Chen Fan's identity, he told him his current schedule and contact information.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan smiled at Zhou Yali and said, "What a coincidence. Mr. Huo is in Guangzhou right now, probably busy with the White Swan Hotel matter."

Zhou Yali pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him, asking curiously, "Is this Mr. Huo you're looking for the one from Hong Kong?"

Among Hong Kong's wealthy families, only one family bears the surname Fok, and Mr. Fok refers to a single person.

While on the phone, Chen Fan nodded and said, "It's him."

Without Zhou Yali even asking, he explained directly, "I met him by chance at Rongbaozhai in Beijing two years ago. He really liked my paintings, and we started chatting. Later, I took him to meet my three masters, and they got along very well. Although we only spent a week together, we got along quite well."

The call connected, and Chen Fan immediately introduced himself, "I am Chen Fan from the Jiangnan Writers Association. Is Mr. Huo available?"

In mainland China, foreign guests are not easily transferred to phones unless their origin is clearly stated. Fortunately, Vice Chairman Chen has an extraordinary reputation, especially in Guangdong. Due to what happened early last year, plus his more than ten-day hospital stay here, he is already quite well-known.

Although he didn't understand why the writer Chen wanted to find Mr. Huo, the other party still informed him of Mr. Huo's itinerary: "He went to Beijing the day before yesterday and hasn't returned yet."

Did you go to the capital again?
After thanking him, Chen Fan hung up the phone, feeling a little dizzy.

Why is it that it's not there, and it's not here either?

Moreover, this time they didn't even get his contact information.

Zhou Yali chuckled at him and said, "See? He's gone to Beijing again. What happened to our meeting tomorrow?"

Chen Fan glanced at her, snorted twice, and said, "If I say see you tomorrow, then I definitely will."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed again.

The call connected shortly after, and he asked immediately, "Is my master there?"

This time, he called Chaoyang Temple. As Zhang Xuansong's beloved disciple, he had long ago taken care of things out of his own pocket, including installing telephones, buying televisions and refrigerators, and making the temple more comfortable than their own little home.

Speaking of this, Chen Fan was also a little confused about Master Zhang's behavior.

He clearly has his own home, where his children and grandchildren live, but he refuses to live there and insists on going to live with Li Shangde and Lin Yuanxiang.

Now that he has a Taoist temple, he doesn't stay in that little nest as often anymore. Except for going back to sleep, he spends most of his time holed up in the temple, leaving Chen Fan at a loss for words.

At this moment, the person who answered the phone in the Taoist temple was Lei Kongyu, the clerk who rarely went out. Upon hearing Chen Fan's voice, she immediately said, "He's here, playing chess with the worshippers in the front yard. Are you looking for him? I'll go and invite him right away."

Chen Fan responded and put the phone aside to wait.

Zhou Yali asked curiously, "Can Third Master find Mr. Huo?"

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair and laughed, "You don't know my three masters very well. Let alone Mr. Huo, even if it's an ordinary person, as long as he's staying in a regular hotel, we can dig him out within a day at most."

Zhou Yali immediately became interested. "I only know that they are all veterans. What did they do before?"

Chen Fan hummed twice and laughed, "Master Li retired directly from the front-line troops. He was a mid-level cadre before, nothing special. He just had a lot of seniority and knew a lot of old generals. He could talk to many of them."

What's special about Master Lin and Master Zhang is that they've worked for a long time. They used to be on the front line, in the same company as Master Li, but later they both transferred to the second line.

Nominally, they were both retired from logistics, but in reality, both of them had served as special forces instructors for a period of time, with students everywhere in their ranks, including many from the public security system.

"If we're just looking for one person, and a Hong Kong businessman at that, it's obvious, we could probably get in touch with him with just one phone call."

This public security system also includes the security system, which has not yet been separated. In fact, ordinary police trainees don't really need to be taught by them. Therefore, most of the trainees in the public security system are from the security system, and only a small number are outstanding police trainees.

Tracking the whereabouts of a non-classified person is no big deal.

As they were talking, Zhang Xuansong's voice came through the receiver, "Who are you bragging to? What do you mean you can contact someone with just one phone call?"

Chen Fan immediately picked up the phone and said, "I'm talking to Ya Li. Mr. Huo went to Beijing the day before yesterday. I need to talk to him. Could you get in touch with him with just one phone call? It would be best if we could meet tomorrow night. If possible, I'll fly over first thing tomorrow morning."

Zhang Xuansong: "You brat, you're always causing me trouble. Just you wait."

After that, hang up the phone.

Chen Fan put down the phone and shrugged at Zhou Yali, "See? He didn't even say he had any difficulties."

Zhou Yali rested her chin on her hands, her eyes wide open. "I never imagined my masters were so amazing."

Chen Fan picked up the mouse and clicked it. The kung fu blocks continued to fall. While playing the game, he said, "Let me tell you, never underestimate those veterans. For example, many of the old men guarding the gates of various units are basically veterans who have lost some of their ability to work. Their networks of connections are spread all over the country, and none of them are easy to mess with."

As he spoke, he turned to look at her and emphasized very seriously, "Including me."

Zhou Yali blinked repeatedly upon hearing this, "How terrifying!"

At this moment, Ye Yufeng knocked on the door and came in, saying, "What's so scary?"

Zhou Yali immediately turned her chair to look at her, "It's nothing, my little brother is telling a story. Is there something you need?"

Seeing the boss's indifferent expression, Ye Yufeng felt a little heartbroken. He immediately took a deep breath and said, "It's almost time. The banquet can begin. Please go down and take charge."

Zhou Yali pushed off the ground with both feet and turned the swivel chair around again. "Brother, let's get off."

Chen Fan pointed to the phone, "No, I have to wait for my master to call back. Have someone bring some up to me later."

Zhou Yali wrinkled her nose, turned to look at Ye Yufeng, and said, "Then I won't go. I'll have someone send two meals."

Ye Yufeng helplessly covered his forehead and said weakly, "My dear lady, although the leaders have all left, there are still other guests. We invited people from the industrial park management committee, leaders from the district, and some Hong Kong businessmen and partners with whom we have business dealings. You can't not treat them as guests, can you?"

Chen Fan nodded slightly and said seriously, "At this time, you still need to show your face and socialize, otherwise people will say that you are a snob, only flattering the leaders and not caring about the people below you."

Zhou Yali slumped onto the table with a bitter face. "So annoying. It turns out being the chairman isn't happy either."

Ye Yufeng knew this meant she had agreed, so he immediately went over and pulled her up, dragging her outside. "Cheer up, Miss. Don't look so unhappy when you meet the guests later." Then he added, "If anyone's unhappy, it's me! You dump everything on me, so I have to leave the general manager's duties to Xiaoying, and she's complaining about it..."

As the sound faded into the distance, Chen Fan shook his head with a smile, then turned around and exclaimed, "Damn, dead?"

Forget it, let's skip "Kung Fu Blocks" and play "Kung Fu Kid" instead.

This game, inspired by "Super Mario", is the second bombshell released by Wanmu Spring Games. Upon its release, it sparked a craze across the United States for stomping mushrooms, breaking bricks, and rescuing princesses. Its sales even surpassed those of "Dragon Warrior Legend" and previously released games such as "Kung Fu Blocks" and "Minesweeper", grossing hundreds of millions of dollars.

It has to be said, making games is really profitable!
After playing two games, the phone on the table finally rang.

Chen Fan reached for the phone and held it to his ear. "Hello."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Zhang Xuansong's loud voice was deafening. "I've found him. I've already contacted him. He's coming to my house for dinner tomorrow night. Not our little place, but your big house. I've given him the address. He'll go straight there on time. Don't stand me up!"

Brother Huo said he's been wanting to try your cooking for a long time, but he's never been able to meet you. He did come to see us twice, but you weren't there either time...

"Hey, did you hear me? Say something!"

Chen Fan looked embarrassed. "I heard you. I'll definitely be there tomorrow."

The weather in Guangzhou has been quite good these past two days, and there shouldn't be any weather conditions that would affect flight takeoffs.

He wanted to say something more, but then he heard a snap as Master Zhang hung up the phone.

Chen Fan picked up the microphone, looked at it, and gently placed it on the landline. He pursed his lips slightly. "At his age, he still has such a fiery temper. No wonder he insists on teaming up with his master and second master. It's probably to help him cool down when he's fighting."

More than an hour later, the Wanmuchun Industrial Park, which had been bustling for half a day, finally quieted down.

In the few days since he arrived, Chen Fan has carefully observed the working styles of Ye Yufeng and the others. They are all decisive and efficient, and quite capable.

So there wasn't much to explain. After seeing the guests off, he asked the company to arrange a car to take him and Zhou Yali to Guangzhou.

Her car was a Mercedes-Benz 450SEL, which was usually parked in the garage for Zhou Yali's use when she came.

Having money means you can be so willful.

However, in Chen Fan's opinion, this car is not as good-looking as a Cadillac, and it is even inferior to the Yunhu Guoya car he designed.

However, as one of the best cars in the world today, the driving experience is still quite good.

Wang Jianguo personally served as the driver, with Li Nan in the passenger seat. Both of them had Big Black Star and Five Six Half with them, which made Chen Fan and the other person sitting in the back seat feel very safe.

After resting overnight in Guangzhou, the two flew directly to Beijing the next morning.

Around noon, I arrived at my home located by Houhai Lake.

Today, because they had to entertain guests, Liu Juan and Ma Lan only worked half a day at the Taoist temple. After lunch, they rushed back early.

When Chen Fan arrived home, the two were busy cleaning.

Actually, there's not much to clean. They sweep every day and do a deep cleaning once a week. If it's not windy, they'll take the blankets out to air them.

When there's a strong wind, it's impossible to dry anything. No matter the season, there's always sand and dust everywhere. You can't even dry things properly; the ground is covered in a layer of dust.

Upon seeing Chen Fan and Zhou Yali return, the two immediately stopped what they were doing and came to greet them together.

Liu Juan took their luggage and said in surprise, "Why is there so little luggage? It's been very cold in Beijing these past few days, and it's probably going to snow soon."

Chen Fan shook out his coat, then looked at Zhou Yali, who was wearing a hat, gloves, and a down jacket, and wrapped herself up tightly in her clothes. He smiled and said, "We came from Guangdong. When we left, Shanghai wasn't that cold."

She paused for a moment, then said, "It's okay, Lili and Tiantian have some warm clothes here, some of which they haven't worn before. Yali, you can go and pick out a couple later."

The house was heated today. After entering the house, Zhou Yali finally recovered and took off her hat, saying, "I just want to take a hot shower now. Beijing is too dry, and there's a lot of sand and dust. I feel uncomfortable all over."

Ma Lan immediately said, "There's a boiler in the backyard, and the bathhouse is right next to the boiler room. You can go there for a bath."

Liu Juan gestured with her hands and laughed, "Sister Yali, want a back scrub? I have a really strong grip, I guarantee I can scrub you clean."

Zhou Yali shivered immediately. "Forget about scrubbing my back, I'll just take a bath."

She doesn't like to be completely honest with others.

Then he said to Ma Lan, "Could you please prepare some hot water for me? I need it to be quite hot. I'll be there as soon as I've packed my clothes."

After saying that, he ran upstairs.

Liu Juan followed behind, carrying her suitcase.

Seeing her appearance, Chen Fan stroked his chin and thought for a moment. It seemed that there were no suitcases with universal wheels installed yet, and there happened to be a luggage factory in Shenzhen.

Or should we just get it done?

Let's get it done first and enjoy it then.

But now is not the time to think about that.

He didn't rush upstairs to change his clothes, but went to check the kitchen first.

There were already quite a few ingredients in the kitchen, showing that Liu Juan and Ma Lan had put a lot of thought into it. There was chicken, duck, fish, and meat, as well as a lot of dried seafood that was being soaked.

There weren't enough vegetables.

That's right. Now, not in the future, there's a sufficient variety of vegetables available in winter. Before the 90s, Beijing always had the same three vegetables in winter: Chinese cabbage, radish, and potato.

Especially Chinese cabbage, almost every household would stock up on several hundred kilograms of it. Winter storage of Chinese cabbage is an inseparable memory for every old Beijinger.

These are the same three types of food in the kitchen right now. Oh, and there's also a bunch of sweet potatoes, which are always on hand all year round.

These things would certainly be enough for an ordinary family, but after thinking about it, Chen Fan decided to go to the vegetable market in the embassy district to buy some rare items.

(End of this chapter)