Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 277: Do your best to obey fate
A few days later, deep within the Yellow River Industrial Park, in a secret room with the highest level of security.

A thick stack of blueprints and technical documents was spread out on the table in front of Gu Yuanheng.

After glancing through the catalog, he gasped in shock.

Before him lay the core design data of the AH-64 "Apache" that He Yuzhu had brought back from North America.

The parts about the Apache rotor system, transmission structure, and fire control integration made his scalp tingle. Had his boss robbed someone's laboratory?

Two hours later, Gu Yuanheng emerged from the secret room with bloodshot eyes, carrying only a briefcase containing carefully selected materials that he believed the Yellow River Industry could currently digest with its existing technology, as well as non-sensitive components.

"Is this all you need?" He Yuzhu asked after looking at the catalog.

"Boss, this is enough for now. As for the rest, let's save them for later."

"Hehe, you still speak so tactfully. I'm just showing you that even if you want it, I can't give it to you."

"The boss really knows me. But you'd better keep those documents safe, just in case they leak out."

Do you take me for a fool?

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Alright, is this enough for your Yellow River helicopters to take off?"

"That's enough, more than enough. Not only can it fly, but it can also surpass the Mi-4 and the like."

"Okay, take the documents back and keep them safe."

"I know that you can only borrow it from the archives, you can't take it with you."

"Alright, you can go ahead and get busy."

"Boss, could you send a few people to escort me?" Gu Yuanheng asked carefully, carrying the suitcase.

"What are you afraid of in your own factory?"

"Even our own factory can't do it, this stuff is too precious."

"it is good."

Then He Yuzhu made a phone call, and several security guards came and took Gu Yuanheng back.

These are all photocopies made by He Yuzhu. The originals are still in his spatial storage. This is his current habit, and who can guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen?

After Gu Yuanheng left, He Yuzhu went inside, picked out some documents, and then went to the steel mill.

Xian Xingyao was in the workshop watching the rolling of a new batch of marine steel plates when he saw He Yuzhu coming over in person, and immediately came to greet him.

"boss!"

"Show me around first, it's been a long time since I've been here."

"Okay." Xian Xingyao led He Yuzhu on a tour of the steel plant, explaining the changes that had occurred recently. Then the two went to Xian Xingyao's office.

After entering and closing the door, He Yuzhu handed him the materials section: "Old Xian, take a look at this. Old Gu's team is working on helicopters, and they have extremely high requirements for materials. This is what he picked out, believing it to be the current bottleneck, and something you need to focus on tackling."

Xian Xingyao took the document and quickly flipped through it.

His brows furrowed at first, then relaxed, and his eyes gleamed.

As a steel and materials expert, he immediately recognized the demanding nature of these requirements—high specific strength, fatigue resistance, corrosion resistance, and stability at specific temperatures—far exceeding the performance specifications of the main products currently produced by steel mills.

“Boss, these requirements… aren’t just for helicopters, right?” Xian Xingyao pointed to the description of the special alloy frame. “This toughness, this strength-to-weight ratio… and this description of the composite materials, although vague, the direction is very clear!”

He Yuzhu did not deny it: "You have a good eye. Don't ask what it's for. Just tell me if it's possible to do it, or how long it would take to do it."

Xian Xingyao pondered for a moment: "Difficult! Extremely difficult! But not impossible. Our current foundation is much stronger than it was six months ago. The equipment and data brought back from Xiao Rizi have given us a very good foundation. However..." He changed the subject, pointing to the document, "To achieve these targets, the steel plant's existing R&D capabilities and technical routes are not enough! We need a more systematic and cutting-edge materials research plan!"

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on He Yuzhu: "Boss, I suggest we establish a separate 'Yellow River Materials Research Institute'! Not limited to steel! We should expand our research scope to aluminum alloys, titanium alloys, high-temperature alloys, special ceramics, composite materials... all the key materials needed for high-end equipment! We should concentrate our talent, invest heavily in equipment! Only by establishing our own systematic materials research and development capabilities can we fundamentally support Lao Gu's aircraft, support our future automobiles, and even... the other good things you brought back, boss!" He gave He Yuzhu a meaningful look.

He Yuzhu inwardly applauded; Xian Xingyao's keen insight and ambition were exactly what he needed.

Materials are the cornerstone of industry and one of the biggest bottlenecks restricting the development of high-end equipment.

Many of the advanced technologies he brought back were hampered by issues with materials.

“Great!” He Yuzhu approved. “This is an excellent suggestion! The Materials Research Institute will be established independently of the steel rolling mill, and you will lead the establishment of it! I will give you the highest authority and budget! You can ask A Lang to help you choose the site, and you can search, buy, and recruit equipment and talent globally! There is only one goal: to break through the limitations of these materials and create our own ‘materials warehouse’ in the Yellow River Basin!”

"Yes, boss!" Xian Xingyao's spirits lifted, and he nodded vigorously. "I'll work on the plan right away! With this research institute, we'll build those 'bones' and 'wings' that Lao Gu wants sooner or later!"

Looking at Xian Xingyao's energetic appearance, He Yuzhu felt that this kid was a bit wasted on being the steel mill director.

However, he currently lacks replacements, so he has to take on the role concurrently, just like Gu Yuanheng.

Before he knew it, it was July 1975. He Yuzhu had been back for almost a month. These past few days, he had been feeling uneasy, as if something was about to happen. He asked around and found nothing unusual; everything was developing normally. So he began to recall his memories from his previous life.

It took him several days to retrieve a date and an event from his memory: August 1975, the "75.8" catastrophic flood.

He wasn't a participant in the event, but he had heard about it from older generations in his previous life, so he had somewhat forgotten about it.

Finding a clue, He Yuzhu remembered reading a report about a typhoon-induced disaster that swept across central and southern Henan, ultimately causing the collapse of several large reservoirs, including Banqiao and Shimantan, in less than two months. The devastating floods that engulfed the plains caused staggering loss of life and property.

He Yuzhu remained silent for a long time before picking up the internal phone on the table: "Ah Lang, contact Mr. Huo and ask if it's convenient for him to make a call. I have some questions about the situation in the mainland that I'd like to know."

"Yes, boss!"

Half an hour later, Huo Sheng called back.

"Mr. He, long time no see! I heard from Ah Lang that you wanted to see me? Is there some big business opportunity for me again?" Huo Sheng's voice was filled with his usual hearty laughter.

"Mr. Huo, I apologize for bothering you, but I do have something I'd like to ask you. How is the situation on the mainland lately?" He Yuzhu's voice was lower than usual.

Why are you suddenly asking about this? Shouldn't you be more concerned about it than I am?

"You know my current situation. I have basically no contact with them and pay less attention to them."

On the other end of the phone, Huo Sheng's laughter subsided, and his tone became serious: "He Sheng, your information network is still so efficient. On the mainland... everything is improving, and order is being restored quite well."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "What, Mr. He, are you interested in investing over there?"

"Investment is a matter for later. Mr. Huo, there's something I'd like to ask you. I wonder... if there's any way to get back in touch with the person who contacted you when I first came here?"

"You mean them?" Huo Sheng was clearly surprised, and after a few seconds of silence, "He Sheng, has something happened?"

"I can't really say for sure, just tell me if you can get in touch with them?"

“I’ll give it a try. You know my situation here; I haven’t been in contact with them for a long time.”

"Then I'll leave it to Mr. Huo. We need to be quick."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu picked up another phone on the table and dialed Bai Yifeng's dedicated line directly.

"Old Bai, it's me."

"Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Secretly procure emergency supplies from Southeast Asia, Japan, and Taiwan. This includes high-energy compressed biscuits, water purification tablets, waterproof tents, life jackets, rubber boats, high-powered water pumps, diesel generators, first-aid medicines, and disinfectants. The quantity... the larger the better, prepare for the number of tens of thousands. Funds will go through a special channel; I will have Lingyi approve it for you, regardless of cost, and complete the procurement as quickly as possible."

"Boss, what happened? Such a large quantity of supplies is not easy to handle!" Bai Yifeng hesitated on the other end of the phone.

"I can't give you specifics right now. You should start preparing, and prepare as much as you can."

"Yes, boss." This time, Bai Yifeng did not hesitate and immediately accepted the order, because He Yuzhu never spoke without reason.

Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu dialed Gu Yuanheng's number.

"Old Gu, it's me. Do you have a helicopter that can fly over there?"

"Boss, unless we assemble the ones you gave us before, we'll be a long way from having our own."

"Is there a pilot?"

“This, really not.”

"Okay, I got it. Put everything back together that you took apart before, I need it."

"That might take a little time."

"Use your fastest speed."

"it is good."

Three days later, Huo Sheng called.

"Mr. He, we've made contact."

"Could I speak to them?"

"Well, let me ask."

"Then I'll wait."

Two hours later the phone rang again, but this time a different person was speaking.

"Comrade He? Did you want to contact us?"

"Well, there's no need to call me 'comrade,' I'm not in the country."

"Then let's call you Mr. He. May I ask what business Mr. He has with us?" The other party's tone was noticeably more distant.

"I'd like to ask, is Lao Fang still in your department?"

"Which 'Old Fang' are you talking about? You're not talking about that guy in Beijing, are you?" The other person seemed to pause for a moment before realizing who it was.

“Yes, No. **** in Beijing.” He Yuzhu gave an address.

"who are you?"

"You'll know who I am if you ask your superior. Can you tell me about him?"

"The commander is still in the same position. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Then please pass on a message for me."

"Please go ahead!" The person on the other end became much more polite this time.

"Just tell him that I, He Yuzhu, want to see him because it's important."

"This"

"Just relay his or her words."

"Ok."

"Then I'll wait for your news." He Yuzhu hung up the phone.

In the days that followed, He Yuzhu urged Bai Yifeng to frantically purchase supplies while keeping an eye on Gu Yuanheng assembling the helicopter. Time passed in anxious anticipation.

In mid-July, on a sweltering afternoon, the dedicated phone line on He Yuzhu's desk finally rang.

He grabbed the receiver: "Hello?" "Mr. He, it's me." Huo Sheng's voice came through, "Old Fang... agrees to see you. The meeting place is set in Guangzhou. Due to special circumstances, we can only meet at the port. The time is 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? Guangzhou? Do you have a boat going there?"

"Have."

When will we set sail?

"Let's leave tonight, starting from your Wharf."

"Okay, I'll arrange some things. What's the ship's number?"

Huo Sheng gave a ship number, and He Yuzhu hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu immediately dialed Bai Yifeng's number: "Old Bai, where has the first batch of things I ordered arrived?"

"Boss, the first batch of high-energy biscuits, water purification tablets, waterproof cloths, and some medicines have arrived at the port and been unloaded into our own warehouse in Wharf Holdings." Bai Yifeng's voice was tired, clearly indicating that he had been working day and night.

"Okay! Keep urging the subsequent deliveries to arrive quickly."

"understood."

Then He Yuzhu called home and said he had to go on a business trip to Singapore for a few days. When his family heard that it was Singapore, they told him to go and see He Yushui and Wang Siyu while he was there. He Yuzhu readily agreed.

Then He Yuzhu called Xiaoman again, and this time he told the truth because he couldn't hide it anymore.

"Brother Zhu, is it safe for you to go back?"

"It's alright, we're on the boat."

"What about Lao Fang?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"After all, it's been ten years since we last met."

"It's okay, I know him, don't worry."

"Do you want to bring some people with you?"

"What for? I'm going to see an old friend, not to fight a war."

"Then you must be careful."

I will.

He Yuzhu boarded the ship that night, and arrived at Guangzhou Port two days later.

The sky was overcast, and the sweltering air felt like it could be wrung out of water.

An unassuming cargo ship is quietly moored in a relatively secluded berth, its hull painted with the "Ho's Shipping" logo.

He Yuzhu appeared alone at the dock at the agreed time.

He was wearing an ordinary work jacket and a worn-out baseball cap with the brim pulled low, his eyes scanning his surroundings for a familiar figure.

The dock was bustling with people, the roar of machinery and the sound of waves mingled together, and everything seemed busy yet ordinary.

At that moment, a middle-aged man with a simple face, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, walked towards him.

He Yuzhu's eye twitched almost imperceptibly. "Old Fan!!!"

I hadn't seen them for over a decade since I returned from Russia, and I never expected to meet them here again.

"Xiao He, is it really you? I didn't believe it when Lao Fang told me." Lao Fan walked up to him, looked him over again, grabbed He Yuzhu's hand, and shook it hard.

"Old Fan, it's been a while," He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"It's been over ten years, how come you haven't aged at all? You must be forty by now."

"So you're just going to reminisce with me here?"

“Yes, this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go.” Old Fan pulled him away.

He Yuzhu didn't resist and followed along.

Then Lao Fan led him onto the deck of a cargo ship and to the door of a relatively quiet cabin at the rear of the ship's deck.

Old Fan knocked three times gently on the door. The door opened, and He Yuzhu recognized Li Hongwen. He Yuzhu recalled the scene when they first met and had to spar. "Xingyi Quan, Li Hongwen, please instruct me!"

Then he saw another person, Zhao Xinghuai, who practiced Baguazhang.

He Yuzhu raised the brim of his hat, gave the two of them a big smile, and then joked.

"Bajiquan, He Yuzhu, please give me your guidance!" he said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

“Old He, so many years have passed, and you’re still joking with us,” Li Hongwen said.

"Exactly, but you don't look old at all."

"Maybe it's because I ate well."

"You know what, it's quite possible. He's a big boss now, eating the finest delicacies every day. How could he not be well-maintained?" A slightly older voice came over, tinged with sourness.

"Old Fang." He Yuzhu looked up and his smile froze.

There was a figure standing inside, smiling at him. The figure was much thinner and more hunched than he remembered, and the once straight spine seemed to have been bent by an invisible burden.

Ten years have left deep lines on his face, his temples are now streaked with white, his eyes are heavily puffed up, and his complexion has a sallow look from long-term strain.

Only those eyes continued to shine. The two stood a few steps apart, silently staring at each other for a few seconds.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the faint sound of a ship's horn coming from outside the cabin.

In the end, He Yuzhu was the first to move. He took two steps forward and gave Lao Fang a big hug. He didn't dare to pat Lao Fang, but Lao Fang didn't hold back and patted him hard on the back a few times.

Old Fang's palm was still strong, slapping He Yuzhu's back until it ached.

"Zhu Zi..." Old Fang's voice was a little hoarse. He only called out the name once, and the rest of the words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"Ten years have passed, how did you age so quickly!" He Yuzhu was somewhat speechless.

"Hey, I've already told you, you're a capitalist now, a rich man. How can we compare to you?" Old Fang continued to tease He Yuzhu, trying to brush it off.

“The commander has suffered a lot over the years,” Zhao Xinghuai said at this moment.

"You talk too much. What did I say when we came out?"

"Sir, he's not an outsider."

“How can he not be an outsider? He has Hong Kong credentials now.”

"Old Fang, you're wrong about that. When did Hong Kong become an outsider?" He Yuzhu
"It was before I came back," Old Fang insisted, clearly trying to forcefully change the subject.

“Okay, okay, I’m an outsider, so I’ll leave.” He Yuzhu turned around.

"Stop right there, you brat! You went through all that trouble to find me just to annoy me?"

"Uncle Fang, you... have suffered so much." He Yuzhu turned around, his eyes a little red.

Old Fang's lips twitched, and he slapped him on the shoulder. "Alright, stop pissing in front of me, I can't stand it."

"I didn't," He Yuzhu forced a smile.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say. My time is very tight. I had to cancel a meeting just to come see you."

He Yuzhu subtly turned his head behind him before saying, "Then I'll tell you?"

After a moment's thought, the old man said, "You all go outside and wait. I'll have a chat with this kid."

"Commander," it was Li Hongwen who spoke.

"Stop talking nonsense. If he wanted to do anything to me, would you have been able to stop him? If you could have stopped him, you wouldn't have been taken down by one person against four people more than ten years ago." Old Fang exposed his weakness.

"Yes." The group left and closed the cabin door. Only Lao Fan remained silent throughout, because he knew He Yuzhu better than the other two.

"You're a force to be reckoned with wherever you go. I heard you've made quite a name for yourself in Hong Kong these past few years?" Old Fang said.

He Yuzhu said, "What good situation? It's just about making a living."

"You're being modest with me again. It's always like this. Tell me, what's the matter that made you take such a big risk to come to me?"

"Uncle Fang, there is indeed something important."

When Lao Fang heard He Yuzhu mention something important, his face twitched. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Go on."

He Yuzhu leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "As you know, Hong Kong has more advanced technology. I have some meteorological analysis information. There will be a strong typhoon next month, in August."

You mean Guangzhou?

"Please don't rush me, I haven't finished yet."

"You tell me, I won't interrupt."

"The typhoon is only passing through Guangdong; it's Henan that will be affected."

"What? That's over a thousand kilometers apart, how could it affect the other side?"

"I don't know either, someone else told me."

……

"What?" Old Fang swayed, and He Yuzhu caught him.

Old Fang's voice was hoarse, "Are you sure? This...this is astonishing!"

"It's better to be safe than sorry!" He Yuzhu said urgently and earnestly. "Uncle Fang, time is running out! We must take extraordinary measures immediately! I'm already secretly mobilizing resources. The first batch of emergency supplies—high-energy biscuits, water purification tablets, waterproof tarpaulins, and first-aid medicines—has arrived at Kowloon Wharf and can be transferred at any time! There are also lifeboats, water pumps, generators, and other large equipment on the way! But I need a passage!"

Looking at He Yuzhu, Lao Fang felt as if he had returned to 1958: "Zhuzi, the news you brought... is extremely important! I trust you! But this matter is of great importance, affecting everything, and requires coordination and decision-making at the highest level! I can't guarantee the outcome, but I will send the warning up as quickly as possible, but not in your name, you understand! At the same time, I will do my best to coordinate possible rendezvous points to create conditions for your supplies to enter the country! Prepare your supplies and wait for my message! Remember, secrecy is the top priority!"

"Understood!" He Yuzhu also stood up. "I will prepare the supplies. I'll leave the passage to you! I'll wait for your news in Hong Kong."

"You haven't told anyone about this, have you?"

"No." He Yuzhu shook his head.

"Never say it, remember, it's anyone."

“I know.” He Yuzhu nodded seriously.

After he finished speaking, He Yuzhu's hand was grasped again. Old Fang's hand was thin and dry, but he held it even tighter than before, as if conveying a heavy responsibility and entrustment.

"Zhu Zi, take care." Old Fang looked at He Yuzhu deeply, and all his words were ultimately reduced to these four words.

"Please take good care of yourself, Uncle Fang." He Yuzhu nodded.

Without saying goodbye, He Yuzhu nodded to a few people at the door and quickly left.

(End of this chapter)