The bountiful harvest spread like a virus from north to south. This year, besides the beaming smiles on the faces of the vast number of members, even the newspaper office sent staff to the countryside for interviews and reports.
Li Qinglin arrived at the Beijing newspaper office in this atmosphere to start his job. Compared to the last meeting, he seemed more composed and restrained with the addition of glasses.
Upon hearing that Zhang Guoqing was going to the military academy for further study, he was not surprised at all, and looked at Zhou Jiao who was joking with Hu Xiaohui, "So you two won't make it to Taozi's wedding then?"
Zhou Jiao shook her head with difficulty, "Let's see. If I can squeeze in some time, I'll try, otherwise Yuanyuan will go alone; I'm really overwhelmed."
Hu Xiaohui, who had heard about their past, laughed heartily.
"You stop laughing too. Where are you planning to hold the celebration? Don't run out of town again."
