Chapter 565

"Jingling bell."

When a bicycle bell rang, Vettel quickly turned his head and looked at the bicycle rushing behind him. Holding coffee and hamburger, he jumped over the puddle on the ground, stepped on the smooth ground in front of the newspaper office, and stepped into the company building when he flew up. The pager at his waist shouted, "didi -"

"Shit, another message?"

Looking down at the pager around his waist, Vettel found that his secretary had the code to look for by phone. Immediately, he put it away and trotted to the elevator door. He put his foot in at the moment when the elevator door was closed. He didn't want to see the editor's big face appear as the elevator opened. A bright smile appeared on his heavy face: "good morning, Mr. Mellon."

Mellon looked down at the watch on his wrist. The two fish bubbles blinked and raised their eyes with a cold look: "it's 9:38 a.m. now. Should I say good afternoon to you?"

"Oh, my car had a flat tire on the road. I'm so unlucky today -"

He said carefully and entered the elevator. Vettel accompanied him with a smile to his floor. Then he walked out of the elevator with a smile. At this time, the paging around his waist rang again and shouted at the secretary who was already standing in his office: "what's the matter? You've sent three messages! "

"Zheng's call will come in one minute now -"

After shaking his explosive hairstyle all over his head, the Secretary said that he turned back to his position. Victor had already knocked open the door of the office and threw coffee and hamburger on the table. The telephone ring next to him jumped on time: "bell --"

"Hello, I'm Vettel from the New York Post."

After picking up his hand and reporting to the next door, Vettel immediately widened his eyes: "Oh, Mr. Zheng, I, did I hear you right? You, you and Camille, go to the moon and have a wedding?! No, my side -- "

With his eyes wide open, he remembered that when his door was not closed, Vettel held the phone and turned his head. He saw that the editor in chief Mellon closed the door quickly with his fish bubble eyes open. He quickly stepped in front of him and quickly ordered the phone. Vettel also nodded his head and said, "OK, Mr. Zheng, thank you. Oh, I know this is your kind response to my last time. Thank you, Thank you, Mr. Zheng. Bye, bye. Oh, good morning! Sorry, now -- "

Before he finished, Vettel put down the phone and looked at the editor in chief Mellon's fish bubble eyes, so that Mellon directly sprayed saliva on his face: "is that Zheng? Is it Zheng Jianguo, the umbrella? He's taking Camille to the moon for a wedding?! "

"Oh, Millan, your saliva, didn't you brush your teeth?"

After wiping the rain on his face, Vettel stepped back two steps and continued to say before Mellon spoke: "yes, editor in chief, I established a friendship with Zheng Jianguo, the umbrella, last time. Now he has returned with goodwill, saying that it is the exclusive breaking news for me.

God, he's taking Camille to the moon for a wedding. Oh, my God! What's so special - is there a more romantic wedding than this? If I were a woman, I would be crazy for him! "

"Oh, if you were a woman, I think he would put you in a rocket and send you to the sun -"

The fish's bubble eyes widened in an instant. Mellon's fat face showed a gentle smile. He turned against the previous dislike in the elevator and said, "so, now, is this news reliable? I mean, is this Zheng Jianguo's phone? Can you confirm it's his phone? "

"Of course, he told us about our last meeting. Of course, I can be sure that he is the person opposite -"

Quickly nodded and reconfirmed, but Vettel subconsciously looked at the time after he finished, and immediately changed the topic: "editor in chief, it's time for you to make a decision. Do you want to change the front page headlines to be printed, or keep them for tomorrow?"

After confirming that the news was really sent by Zheng Jianguo, Mellon shouted after looking at the wall clock and his wrist watch: "Oh, there are still 9 minutes left. Of course, it's sent today. I'll call now. You write a draft quickly. If you don't, make something up, or simply introduce the identities of the two people. Go quickly!!!"

Watching Mellon go to his phone, Vettel turned and hurried outside the office. He pulled up his secretary and sat in. He pulled out a piece of paper, pulled his pen, and wrote the title: "the ultimate Romance: Zheng Jianguo will hold a wedding ceremony with Camille on the moon!"

"Falk!"

Next to her, the secretary who saw a line of titles scolded in a moment, and then covered her mouth in Vettel's eyes. Just before she turned her head and looked at the office, the editor in chief Mellon had pushed open the door and said loudly, "Vettel, have you finished writing?"

"Now! Need to match their photos, the bigger the better! The title is on their forehead! "

The pen in his hand didn't stop brushing and writing. Vettel said to Mellon without looking back. Mellon just turned into the office, then went back to the door, pointed to the Secretary and said, "be careful not to let people get close to here."

When the Secretary nodded, Vettel had stood up and took the manuscript in his hand to Mellon. The two entered the office, leaving only the Secretary warily waving his hand to his colleagues in the distance, indicating not to come here at this time.

However, when the Secretary kept his mouth shut, before long, a close colleague saw that Vettel was not in the office and pretended to chat with coffee: "Zheng is going to take Camille to the moon to get married?"

The secretary who still kept his mouth shut made a no comment gesture, and the colleague holding the coffee cup nodded suddenly: "Oh, that guy is too rich. How much does it cost to go to the moon?"

"Did Apollo cost 10 billion or 20 billion?"

When the Secretary said it subconsciously, the colleague with the coffee cup had said, "it cost 6 billion and went six times. That's an average of 1.2 billion times. Of course, this was the dollar at that time. Now, there are 10 billion. Oh, thanks, I also want to be Zheng's woman!"

"Oh, then you will be put into a rocket and sent to the sun by Zheng."

The Secretary said with a crooked head. Of course, she didn't know what she had just said. It was used by the editor in chief to describe Vettel: "want to rob a man with Camille? You might as well take some sleeping pills and try it in your dream -- "

"Look, the news I heard is true!"

The woman with the coffee noncommittally ignored the Secretary's sarcasm, turned away after she said it to her, and only heard the Secretary's voice catch up: "it's already printing. I believe Zheng will brush the media all over the world with Camille this time, and we'll become famous."

Due to the time difference, when the New York Post published the news that Zheng Jianguo was going to take Camille to the moon for a wedding, it was late at night in the Republic.

After a short half day's spread, New York ushered in the night. On the other side of the earth, on the Tianjie square, the capital of the Republic, Zheng Jianguo, wearing a dark coat, and Camille and Joanna, wearing a plaid coat, stood in the passionate March of the volunteers and watched the five-star red flag rise slowly.

The song was played by a tape recorder. The national flag was raised by two people. A soldier stood outside the railing to guard. The soldier inside the railing raised the national flag and turned it out again with his hand on the railing.

Three young black faces looked at Zheng Jianguo on their cheeks. Mu Lu curiously swept the faces of the two girls around him, and soon lined up and walked along the way.

The three little soldiers were curious. Although February 5, 1981 was the first day of the new year, it was precisely because everyone had a holiday that there were very few early pedestrians on the street.

And those who can run to this big square to see the flag raising are three people on the square of thousands of square meters, and they can count them without the third slap. Among them, four are obviously guests of international friends.

Zheng Jianguo didn't know that he was classified as an international friend by the three little soldiers. In fact, he wouldn't care what ordinary people think of him at the moment. Looking at the five-star red flag floating on the top of the flagpole with the cold wind, he listened to the click sound behind him, the flash light flashed, and she Zheng's voice came: "you really came."

She Zheng's long hair has disappeared. Now she is wearing an explosive perm and a shoulder padded black woolen coat. Her thin melon seed face has become round, and her dimples are becoming more and more round. Her bright eyes are black and bright: "do you come back every time to see the raising of the national flag?"

After taking a breath of cool air and spitting out white air, Zheng Jianguo's complex expression has been put away. Looking at she Zheng, there is no figure of Hao Han behind her, but she didn't hide what she wants to ask: "because I'm afraid I won't see you again in the future, so I'll come and have a look every time I come back."

Her face was full of curiosity, and her expression changed slightly. She was surprised. After seeing Camille behind Zheng Jianguo, she couldn't help but say, "then why are you going out? It's so dangerous outside. I heard Hao Han say that there are shooting incidents all day, and you've encountered -- "

Zheng Jianguo didn't take the familiar question to heart. After her interruption, he felt a chill when he saw the ups and downs of the red flag disappear gradually: "danger is accompanied by opportunity. What I pursue is the sea of stars in the night sky of human civilization. You can think this is ambition. The domestic environment and conditions are not suitable to talk about this at present, And I can't wait until the day I can do it, so I have to go out and take risks. "

Nodded vaguely. She Zheng looked at Camille and Joanna, who were white as ghosts, and said, "that means you'll come back, right?"

"Ha ha."

When she was staring at her with a smile, Zheng Jianguo quickly said, "coming back is relative to going out and leaving. In fact, I have never left this land. Although when I buried myself in hard study on the other side of the earth, my heart is always concerned about this land, which is the Chinese people's attachment to roots, Of course, you may not understand my feelings, but I hope you will understand that day. "

She tilted her head, and a daze flashed on her round cheek. She just thought that when Zheng Jianguo expressed that she didn't look at the domestic situation, she heard Camille sneeze: "a sneeze -"

"Then we'll go back. You should go back early."

After looking at Camille with frowned eyes, Zheng Jianguo took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her. She just nodded and said, "thank you. Oh, I forgot to tell you happy new year."

"Happy New Year!"

Camille took the handkerchief and wiped his nose. When he found that there was no runny nose, he saw some lipstick on the white handkerchief. He put it away and looked at she Zheng next to him. He followed Zheng Jianguo to the Land Rover next to him. After seeing him sit in, he said, "I should have a cold?"

Thinking of the tossing scene more than four hours ago, Joanna looked at Zheng Jianguo and said to her, "go back and drink more water and hot water."

Glancing at his sister, Camille remembered several words he had heard before, put his hand around Zheng Jianguo's arm and said, "do you feel that America is very dangerous?"

"What I said is literal. Did you forget that I was found by the girl's father with a gun?"

After telling a lie, Zheng Jianguo didn't dare to tell the story of victim paranoia. Moreover, he felt that if he really took Camille to the moon to get married, he would either come back before the advent of the 1990s or there would be a real choice for immigrants. Of course, in addition, he felt that there was a possibility that it would not happen, which would require greater prestige, And advance layout?

With such an idea in mind, after taking Camille back to the Capital Hotel, Zheng Jianguo stopped the shocked manager in the lobby: "the handling conclusion of Pan Xiao's letter, you find someone to send it to me."

"OK, Jianguo!"

Looking up and down at Zheng Jianguo and the two girls behind him, the manager quickly nodded and turned away. Zheng Jianguo took Camille and Joanna back to the house. Old John went to prepare hot tea for several people: "have a rest after you drink?"

"OK, go and have a rest. Just call me at half past six."

Looking at his watch, he found that it was only 4:18. Zheng Jianguo poured Camille and Joanna after receiving the overheated kettle, poured himself a cup and drank it. The three went into the bathroom and simply washed and went back to make up for sleep until old John's voice came outside the bedroom door. Zheng Jianguo, who was doing morning exercises, relaxed and said, "OK! Go and prepare breakfast! "

Outside the bedroom door, old John raised his eyebrows and turned away. However, as he arrived at the door, he saw the lobby manager appear in the corridor, speaking fluent English and saying, "Mr. John, has Mr. Zheng Jianguo got up?"

Subconsciously, he took a pocket watch out of his inner pocket. Old John opened it and looked at the time. When he put the pocket watch into his inner pocket, he said, "Sir, you are doing morning exercises. You should come back in an hour. You should have had breakfast at that time -"

"Morning exercise?"

Blinked his black eyes and looked at the door behind old John. After an idea flashed in his mind, the manager nodded with a smile: "OK, Mr. John!"