Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 522 If it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if Mother wants to remarry, let them be!
Chen Zhe was unaware that he had been set up; he was still happily welcoming the opening ceremony of the Olympics.

Even before going to bed at night, he excitedly told Sweetie on the other side of the ocean, "The nation's fortunes have arrived!"

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were several opportunities to change the fate of the nation.

For example, the Korean War, the reform and opening up, the 2008 Olympics, and the 2016 South China Sea standoff...

Fortunately, the Chinese nation made the right choices at these historical turning points.

Chen's current emotional fluctuations are already affecting Song Xiaohua's mood.

So during breakfast, she told Professor Lu that she would get up early the next day to watch the Olympic opening ceremony.

"Just watch."

Professor Lu sipped his porridge and said nonchalantly, "Your aunt has already signed up for the international television service, but remember to call me."

"Do you want to see it too?"

Song Shiwei was somewhat surprised.

In my memory, my mother often felt that these kinds of activities were "wasteful and merely formalities, and it would be better to save the money to improve people's livelihoods," so she hardly paid any attention to them.

"Your mom has been in America for a while now."

Aunt Lu Lin said with a smile, "She was deeply moved by some of the things she saw. I guess it awakened her dormant patriotism. We used to eat buttered bread for breakfast, but she drinks porridge every day now."

"Aren't you the same?"

Lu Man was somewhat unconvinced: "Your aunt was just quietly asking me a couple of days ago if there were any villas for sale at the foot of Baiyun Mountain. It seems she's not planning to retire in the United States."

"America..."

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Lu Lin sighed softly, "It really feels like things are going downhill, right, Xiaoman? You wouldn't choose to retire here, would you?"

"Anything is fine with me."

Lu Man pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses: "It's just that you can't get Bing Sheng's pineapple buns here, so I guess not."

If Chen Zhe were here, he would definitely clap his hands and laugh out loud.

My mother-in-law is so arrogant, but it's no surprise that she's thinking about "pineapple buns." The first time she ate with Song Zuomin, he even packed one to take home.

"Look at how stubborn your mother is."

Lu Lin spat and ignored her sister, then turned to Song Shiwei and said, "Let's go to UCLA today. There are a lot of Chinese students there."

……

Why is it said that UCLA, also known as the University of California, Los Angeles, has a large number of Chinese students?

Compared to Ivy League schools, UCLA has slightly lower entry requirements; some programs can be entered by paying money. However, its prestige in 2008 was still quite good, and it was recognized in China.

Although Lu Lin has changed her mind about retiring in the United States, she is still quite satisfied with the climate in Los Angeles.

The climate is temperate Mediterranean, mild all year round, and not so hot even in July. After getting off the bus, walk along Hilgard Avenue toward UCLA’s iconic Royce Auditorium.

The sky was a clear blue along the way, and the red brick clock tower in the Renaissance style gleamed warmly in the sunlight. Some college students were on their way to class, swaying left and right in the crowd on skateboards, creating a vibrant atmosphere reminiscent of an American campus.

The two Professors Lu and Sister Sweet first visited the famous "Father of Bears" sculpture, and then toured the Powell Library, which has the third largest collection of books in the United States.

However, while lingering on the Janss Steps in the center of the campus, the three suddenly became disoriented and didn't know which way to go to the Edith Art Center.

"I'll go ask."

Fortunately, their English was very good, and Lu Man was planning to ask one of the students for information.

"Hello! Are you lost?"

A voice came from the side, speaking standard Mandarin with a slight retroflex ending.

The three people turned around, and one of them was a girl in her early twenties.

Although she has dyed her hair blonde, her facial features and bone structure still vaguely reveal that she is East Asian, but her clothing style has become somewhat "Americanized".

He wore denim shorts that exposed his thighs, paired with a white shirt, and sported aviator sunglasses on his head while chewing gum.

"Hello, we would like to know where the Edith Art Center is located."

Lu Man said.

"That's easy..."

The girl with the "frog-eye glasses" pointed out the way. When Professor Lu thanked her, she seemed dissatisfied, biting her lip and asking, "Um... can I have your contact information?"

Her gaze was fixed on Song Shiwei.

However, Sweet Sister wouldn't tolerate this kind of person. She didn't utter a single word and shook her head expressionlessly.

"Okay~"

The girl with the sunglasses wasn't angry after being turned away; she just shrugged and said, "Well, I know it's hard to get the contact information of beautiful girls. But let me make it clear that I'm just a womanizer, not a bad person. If a girl from the capital did something bad, her dad would beat her to death when she got back!"

"It seems that staying in the US for too long can make you a little strange!"

On the way to the art center, Professor Lu couldn't help but complain that it wasn't unusual for his daughter to be asked for her contact information, but it was rare for her to be approached by other girls.

"That girl must be quite wealthy."

Lu Lin suddenly followed up with, "How did you know?"

Lu Man asked her sister.

"The Van Cleef & Arpels pendant she was wearing around her neck looked like a limited edition; it would probably have to be acquired through auction."

Lu Lin was also a university professor in the past. Although she was attracted by the so-called "American Dream" when she was young, it did not affect her knowledge and taste in the slightest.

She had even planned to visit the exchange competition of the eight major art academies.

After touring UCLA, the day was almost over. Before going to bed, Sweetie called her boyfriend as usual to chat about her thoughts and experiences of the day.

It's afternoon in China now, and Chen is looking for a quiet room to answer the phone, with only his secretary playing on her phone next to him.

When he heard that a "very strange girl" had come to ask for his contact information, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"In the future, even Walmart shopping bags will be gender-specific over there. Wouldn't it be perfectly normal for women to like women?"

Chen muttered to himself, making a sarcastic remark.

For some reason, the secretary next to me suddenly wiggled her hips a little awkwardly.

……

After hanging up the phone, Chen began to wait for the opening ceremony at 8:08 p.m.

Or rather, Chinese people all over the world have been waiting for this moment.

Time seemed to pass particularly slowly today. I finally made it to 5 o'clock, but it was still light out, and people were already setting off fireworks in the streets and alleys.

In fact, Chen Zhe had the ability to get tickets to the opening ceremony. For example, Professor Guan had a few.

But he thought that the opening ceremony would be broadcast live, and if the camera caught him hugging and cheering with the cosplayer, that would be really embarrassing.

Even if they can't get a shot, there are many TV stations outside the Bird's Nest that are conducting interviews, and they might still be filmed. In the end, the result will still be "heh heh".

Director Chen, who was cautious throughout his life, was unwilling to take this risk.

He simply used the excuse of "too hot and too much traffic" to watch the live broadcast at home. Apart from Wang Changhua who wanted to go to the scene, everyone else thought it didn't matter.

Around 6 p.m., the capital was already like a New Year celebration, with the sound of firecrackers heard everywhere.

After finishing their meal, Chen Zhe and Wang Changhua simply moved the television to the middle of the yard, surrounded it with a pile of snacks and fruits, and waited quietly for the opening ceremony in the evening breeze.

At 7:55 a.m., as the lights in the main venue gradually dimmed, a flashing flame created a halo above the Bird's Nest, and then the ancient and mysterious sundial began to move its hands.

As the audience counted down, the host's voice echoed in the air:

The Olympic Games, a chapter in the history of China, resonate across the vast land of this ancient nation and stir the surging blood of the Chinese people!
A glorious arrival!

Countless dazzling fireworks and cheers instantly resounded in this ancient city, illuminating the hearts of every Chinese person.

"Director Chen, look, look!"

Yu Baibai shouted excitedly, holding her boyfriend's hand. The light and flames, like divine strokes, painted across her delicate oval face, making her appear even more beautiful.

Chen smiled and nodded, gazing up at the capital city that never sleeps, until his secretary quietly approached:
"Mr. Chen, something has happened."

"Ah."

Chen, a smile still lingering on his lips, calmly awaited what would follow.

"Our Shanxi branch was reported by users for allegedly leaking private information in the 'Reply' service. As a precaution, the mobile company there has terminated the relevant cooperation. In addition, some R&D staff in our Guangzhou 'Reply' project have submitted their resignations."

"President Zeng asked whether we should use the non-compete agreement as a reason to prevent them from leaving the company."

Zhu Xiuxiu never expected so many unexpected events to happen at this happy moment. She looked at the big boss with trepidation and unease.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deep sound of the fireworks was like the beating of a giant drum, the shockwaves violently shaking the chest, before slowly fading into silence.

Zhu Xiuxiu thought the fireworks show was over.

The black night seemed to be surging back.

until……

With a sharp "whoosh," the whistling sound pierced the night sky like an arrow released from a bow, and countless fireworks, as if they had conspired together, burst open in the night sky once again.

"Humph!"

The secretary only heard a cold snort from beside her. The boss, hands behind his back, was "admiring the flowers" and said with unparalleled magnanimity:
"If it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if a mother wants to remarry, she wants to remarry. Let them be! Tell Mr. Zeng not to stop them, and to pay all of August's wages and bonuses in full."

"Mr. Chen, it's only the 8th!"

The secretary quickly reminded them that it wasn't even the middle of the month yet, so why pay so much extra salary?

"Just tell Mr. Zeng to do it. They want to see Su Hui make a fool of himself, but I won't let them have their way."

"My heart is not that small!"

"boom!"

A cluster of the brightest fireworks exploded in the sky, creating a dazzling display of light and color.

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