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Chapter 70 Another chance encounter with Gao Yuanyuan

The TV screen lit up, showing CCTV-1's midday news.

In the footage, people in camouflage uniforms are passing sandbags along the Yangtze River embankment, the mud and water reaching above their ankles. The camera pans across to reveal an endless stack of woven bags on the embankment.

The anchor's voice came through the television speakers, steady and clear: "Recently, the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River have been continuously hit by heavy rainfall, and the flood control situation is severe."

The fourth batch of flood control supplies donated by Mr. Lin Dong, Chairman of Xiangjiang Tengda Film and Television Investment Company, arrived in Jiujiang yesterday.

It is reported that Mr. Lin Dong donated 20 million woven bags in his personal capacity. These supplies are sufficient to cover 15 key counties and districts in the surrounding area, making this the largest single personal donation in this flood prevention and disaster relief effort.

The scene shifts to Jiujiang Wharf, where rows of military trucks are parked on the embankment. Soldiers are unloading goods from the truck beds, and the woven bags are stacked neatly, taller than a person.

Han Sanping turned the TV volume down two notches and turned around. He didn't look at the screen, but at Lin Dong, a faint smile that he had been suppressing for a long time playing on his lips.

"Mr. Lin, the supplies we ordered have been shipped in batches. The last batch will be dispatched from the manufacturer early this morning, using military transport, and will arrive tomorrow. Exactly one week."

Lin Dong leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on the television screen, but his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

He had invested in so many projects and signed so many contracts in Hong Kong, and the numbers in his account kept fluctuating. Never before had he felt as confident as he did now that he had done the right thing.

It wasn't because his name was mentioned in the news, nor because everyone in the room was looking at him, but because the supplies had arrived ahead of schedule. Arriving early meant they had a better chance of handling the flood peak when it came.

Zhang Shaolin picked up the pencil from the manuscript paper, put it down again, looked at Lin Dong, and nodded slightly.

He is a top director at CCTV, and the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" brought him to the pinnacle of the industry.

He wasn't very interested when Han Sanping called him, but after learning about Lin Dong's actions, he took the initiative to call Han Sanping again.

Lu Wei took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with his sleeve. He is the screenwriter of "Farewell My Concubine" and "To Live," and is widely recognized as China's top screenwriter.

Before he took on this project, Han Sanping called him three times.

He didn't budge on the first two calls, but on the third call, Han Sanping told him about Lin Dong.

After hanging up the phone, he spent the entire night reading "Records of the Three Kingdoms," and the next day he called Han Sanping back: "I'll take this job."

Zhu Shujin is no ordinary person either. He is a national first-class writer and the undisputed leading figure in military literature. He became an advisor not because of Han Sanping's influence, nor because of the 500 million yuan investment.

It was because he saw the front-page news in the newspaper about the day Lin Dong donated supplies.

Han Sanping turned off the TV and walked back to the table to sit down.

His intention in arranging this segment today is crystal clear: he wants Lin Dong to know that the whole country has seen what he has done.

From now on, when the name Lin Dong is mentioned in mainland China, the words "patriotic businessman" will be automatically added before it.

Lin Dong knew that at this moment, he gently exhaled, and his face was unconsciously filled with a smile.

No one offered praise at this moment, but they all simultaneously revealed their attitudes to Lin Dong.

Han Sanping put the TV remote on the table and turned around. He didn't return to his original seat, but pulled out a chair next to Lin Dong and sat down.

He then added, "Once the location of the film studio is finalized, there will be dedicated personnel to handle the subsequent land acquisition, planning, and construction approvals. No one will hold you back on these matters."

He said those last words very softly, but everyone present understood them.

The number of official stamps required for a film and television city project, from land acquisition to construction, could fill an entire desk.

When Han Sanping said, "No one will stop you," he wasn't trying to comfort Lin Dong; he was telling him that the higher-ups had already given instructions.

Lin Dong nodded slightly, without saying much, and simply cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Then it was lunchtime, and the group had a quick meal in the dining hall of the Beijing Film Studio before Lin Dong left first.

A Mercedes and a Crown drove towards Liuyin Street.

As the Mercedes turned into Liuyin Street, the surface of Houhai Lake was shimmering with afternoon light.

Lin Dong leaned back in the back seat, the car window half open. It was late June in Beijing, not yet the hottest time of the year. The breeze under the willow trees was damp and more comfortable than the air conditioning.

He squinted at the rows of old houses with gray walls and gray tiles outside the car window, and his mood was not bad.

The car stopped in front of the Prince's Mansion. A-Qiang got out first, glanced around, and then opened the car door.

Just as Lin Dong stepped firmly onto the ground, a voice came from the side.

"It's you!"

Lin Dong turned his head away.

A young girl stood on the sidewalk of Liuyin Street, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand, her hair casually tied in a ponytail.

She was looking at him, her eyes shining as if she had confirmed something.

"This is the third time." She took two steps in this direction, her tone certain.

Lin Dong looked at her, recognized her, raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not reply.

Do you remember me?

She stopped in front of him, her height just reaching his chin.

"The first time at the airport, you came out of the arrival gate, and Han Sanping and Jiang Wen picked you up. I was standing behind a pillar at the time, so you didn't see me."

The second time was at that studio in Beijing Film Studio, you were standing next to Han Sanping, you saw me when I was taking pictures of GG.

She switched the water bottle to her left hand and extended her right. "The third time, right now. Willow Shade Street. What's this called? Fate."

I believe this.

Lin Dong looked at the hand she extended, shook it, and deliberately said, "The third time? I don't remember the first two."

"Of course you don't remember that time at the airport, because I didn't go up to talk to you."

Her tone was frank and matter-of-fact, "But you must remember that time at the photo studio, right? I was shooting a drink guy."

"So it was you, the Cleansing Girl," Lin Dong teased deliberately.

Gao Yuanyuan was a little shy, but she also had the straightforwardness of a typical Beijing girl.

"Did you spend a long time racking your brains before you finally came up with it? It's okay, it's fine as long as you come up with it."

She glanced sideways at the weathered vermilion gate behind him, then at the Mercedes parked there and the Crown behind it, before turning her gaze back to Lin Dong. "You came here?"

"Just bought it. Haven't set it up yet."

"Buy it?" Gao Yuanyuan paused, then glanced at the door and the faded wooden plaque above it. "This is the Prince's Mansion. A protected historical site. Can I buy it?"

"able."

Gao Yuanyuan nodded. She didn't press further about how she bought it or how much it cost.

She simply twirled the water bottle in her hand, then looked up, her eyes squinting slightly in the afternoon sunlight.

"You still haven't told me your name."

"Lin Dong".

The mineral water bottle stopped in her hand. She tilted her head, her lips moved slightly, and she silently repeated those two words.

Lin Dong.

Very familiar name.

She must have heard it somewhere before.

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