Twenty years of cold chain

Late at night, Hu Yuntong was alone in an office revising a plan.

Hu Shutong came in with two servings of dumplings from the cafeteria. Hu Yuntong, who had calmed down, immediately became angry again when he saw his brother. He didn't even lift his eyelids and started typing hard on the keyboard.

"Come on, let's eat while it's hot."

Hu Yuntong turned his neck and looked out the window.

"If you don't eat it, I'll get all jealous!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Yuntong immediately sprang into action, stepped forward, and tore open the bag.

I found my favorite dish just by smelling it.

"Go to sleep after you finish eating. I'll revise the plan."

"That won't do. I'll write what I want to say myself. I can't make sense of what you've revised."

"Yun Tong, don't go into detail about this in this larger plan. Just mention it briefly in a page or two; just let everyone know that it exists. I said that before to reassure Xiao Man. We can discuss the specifics later."

Don't hold things back in front of others.

Hu Yuntong's gaze softened.

He nodded. "I understand what you mean."

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He glanced at Hu Shutong and raised an eyebrow. "Brother, dumplings and wine, would you like a couple of drinks?"

"What?"

Hu Yuntong returned to his chair, pulled out a heavy bag, and then deftly took out a mineral water bottle. "Brother, this is good stuff!"

Hu Shutong's eyes widened. "Good lad, still using a water bottle as a disguise!" he thought. "What a lousy habit! When we were kids, you'd hide apples in your bed, and I'd hear you crunching them in the middle of the night. Now you're hiding liquor in your bag?"

But Hu Yuntong chuckled calmly, "The liquor from the front shop is Dad's favorite. It's a pity that restaurant closed down last year. You're not even coming home for the New Year."

Dad says the liquor these days is all heavily diluted and potent; when you're tired or exhausted, a few sips of this are the best way to kick the hangover. Take this bag back later; I've already filled it up for you.

Hu Shutong hadn't returned to the city for the past few days. Yuncheng was celebrating a major event, and Tongxing was extremely busy with its morning meetings. Seeing this, Hu Yuntong immediately grabbed a paper cup, filled it up without a word, and suppressed a laugh. But after a moment, when he looked at his brother's expression, he pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat his dumplings.

Hu Shutong stared intently at his younger brother; the closest relatives are the least talkative. With friends, one can chat about anything from Arabia to ancient Rome, from the origins of tobacco to the evolution of drinking vessels, but with family, all they talk about is smoking and drinking less.

Hu Shutong nodded. "In that case, the plan doesn't need to be changed."

"Why?!"

"Both of us brothers have quite a few friends."

This path cannot be opened. Think about it: today a dozen people are partnering with a flower garden for marketing, tomorrow a dozen people are partnering with a pork factory for marketing, the day after tomorrow a yogurt company is interested, and the day after that a fruit company wants to get involved. In less than two years, Tongxing will have hardly any of its own people left, and we'll have transformed into a distribution company.

Hu Shutong deliberately spoke at length, which quickly made Hu Yuntong unable to contain himself. "Brother! You! Actually... oh... you're not allowed to drink my wine!"

The more eager he became, the more leisurely Hu Shutong picked up his cup, took a sip, smacked his lips, and seemed to savor the taste, which made Hu Yuntong furious and regretful.

"Yun Tong, I remember the first time I went to Minghe's headquarters was in 01. Standing in the shadow of the building, I thought that if I could find a stable job here, I would have nothing to worry about and everything would be fine for the rest of my life. Later, I got on the entrepreneurial train. At that time, Minghe seemed like an unreachable ceiling. At most, we could only go to the southern suburbs. In order to build Yuncheng, the southern suburbs provided the money and we provided the labor, which led to a series of collaborations later on."

"You know many of the stories that followed. We became independent thanks to the second phase of Yuncheng, and Mammoth Fund also extended an olive branch to us. I'm telling you all this to tell you that we should look at problems dynamically and think about them within the context of a flowing river."

Hu Yuntong understood his brother's meaning at one moment, but then felt that he hadn't quite grasped it, so he just nodded slowly.

"Nine years in Tongxing and five years in Yuncheng—it's not a very long time, but sometimes we're even slow to realize how much we've changed. There are still twenty years of Tongxing ahead, twenty years of Yuncheng ahead, and a lifetime of unfulfilled dedication to the Cold Link. We will continue to grow; there are no limits in this era."

Hu Shutong's calm words stirred Hu Yuntong's heart. Hu Shutong's confidence was the confidence of everyone in Tongxing. This cold road contained boundless light and heat.

Yes, looking back on this period of time, if we consider our time stationed in Yuncheng as yesterday and the commissioning of Phase II as today, it feels like a fleeting dream, just as it does for a person's growth and career. And Hu Shutong is telling him that we are still climbing, and there is an even more beautiful sea of ​​clouds ahead.

"More important than simply knowing each other is the reason we met in the first place. Walking together on a path of shared interests, discussing the infinite possibilities of the future—don't think these things come easily. I won't say more; this is my statement. Ultimately, follow your heart."

Hu Yuntong's throat tightened. He was afraid his family would overthink things, but wasn't he also overthinking things? Now, his brother's words were like opening a window, giving him the greatest support.

In particular, the question of why they met struck a chord with Hu Yuntong. If she had been a high-ranking official, or a shareholder, the story wouldn't even have had a beginning.

Hu Shutong clearly understood Hu Yuntong's feelings, and he even empathized with him. He vividly remembered the embarrassment of blushing when Luan Pingxin asked him a question on his way home sometime in the past.

After finishing his drink, Hu Shutong stood up, then patted Hu Yuntong on the shoulder, "Calm down and think about tomorrow. You're not bad."

This is the first time in many years that I've heard something like this.

Hu Yuntong looked out the window. The sound of leaves rustling was enough to soothe his mind. Watching his brother's back, he suddenly felt that the wine had been served too abruptly. At that moment, he really wanted to drink a few more sips.

……

I've loved cold chain logistics for twenty years.