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After the achievements exhibition, we conducted on-site visits to several representative companies.

As a technology leader in the drone industry, Tianyu Technology was unsurprisingly included on the visitor list.

At this moment, the newly acquired Bihai assembly plant has become one of Tianyu's strongest assets.

In a very short period of time, this former "old factory" was completely renovated from the inside out, and its hardware advantages were quickly and directly presented.

Although it is still far from Jiang Yin's ideal overall, it is enough to maintain appearances for now.

The most fundamental change lies in "people".

After the acquisition, Tianyu immediately raised the salaries of all its employees and introduced new management and technical standards.

Today, the workers, dressed in uniform, are focused and skilled, their confidence and determination about the future clearly written on their faces.

Jiang Yin and Tang Ning even meticulously planned a "technology theater" in the heart of the factory area.

From static, in-depth dissections of precision components to dynamic demonstrations of multi-aircraft collaborative formations and complex missions, an immersive and systematic vision of the future is presented.

This fully demonstrates the pinnacle of my country's civilian drone technology and its mature and reliable engineering capabilities.

Throughout the visit, the EU representatives' reactions gradually shifted from initial cautious assessment to unwavering focus, and finally to bursts of barely suppressed amazement and enthusiastic discussion.

The high-ranking government officials accompanying them couldn't help but show approving smiles on their composed faces, exchanging gratified glances.

This is not just a commercial victory for one company, but also a significant international honor for my country's high-end manufacturing sector in a crucial diplomatic setting.

After lunch, senior officials from both China and the EU held a joint press conference to announce the results of the visit, issued a joint press communiqué, and signed a series of memorandums of understanding.

This concludes the business visit portion.

Next, we will have exchanges on culture and entertainment.

In accordance with Mr. Vardis's interests, equestrian activities were arranged for him and other members of the delegation who shared the same interests.

As important Chinese companions to Mr. Vardis during his visit, Jiang Yin and Qin Heming also came to the horse farm.

Jiang Yin was very familiar with this horse farm; she and Qin Heming used to come here often when they were children. They both loved riding horses when they were young.

The little pony that Grandma gave her as a fifteenth birthday present was kept here.

Thinking of her grandmother and that little horse, Jiang Yin couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Many Chinese entrepreneurs also came along, hoping to take advantage of this cultural exchange opportunity to build good relationships with the delegation leader and members to facilitate future cooperation.

Jian Tingyun and Xie Jinxing were among them, while Lin Xiyue was included because of Qin Heming.

Those who were about to go on stage changed into their costumes.

Long Xingyuan had informed Jiang Yin in advance that there would be an equestrian activity in the afternoon. Jiang Yin brought her own clothes with her.

It was a pearl-white professional racing outfit, with a long, quick-drying jacket and breeches that clung to the body like a second skin, without any unnecessary embellishments.

The only difference was that her gloves and ankle boots were matte black, creating a clean and sharp look. She tied her long hair up tightly and wore a black velvet riding hat.

This outfit made her look like an unstoppable white arrow about to be released from a bow, extremely calm and extremely sharp.

The next step is to select the horse.

The stable manager led everyone to the stables, where rows of glossy-coated, graceful warmbloods and thoroughbreds peeked out from their respective enclosures. The air was filled with the warm scents of hay, leather, and the unique aroma of livestock.

Mr. Vardis was clearly an expert. He was not in a hurry to choose, but instead walked slowly along the aisle with his hands behind his back, his eyes measuring the shoulder height, leg length and muscle lines of each horse. Occasionally, he would whisper a few words to his assistant in his native language.

Most other entrepreneurs followed the coach's advice and chose teaching horses that were docile and had a steady gait.

Jiang Yin stood at the back, looking at each horse from left to right, hoping to find her own little horse.

I read it all the way through, but there was nothing.

Although she didn't have high expectations to begin with, she still lowered her head in disappointment at this moment.

Just then, a crisp snort rang out not far away. Jiang Yin looked up and saw a horse trainer leading a tall black horse toward her.

It was entirely black, without a single stray hair. Its fur was glossy and lustrous, and its muscles were full. Its eyes were bright and held a hint of longing, as if it wanted to break free from the reins held by the horse trainer and rush to her.

Jiang Yin's breath hitched, and she froze, her heart pounding: Is it...it?

"Commander, it's been a long time." The horse trainer led the horse closer.

"Ding... Brother Ding Zhao?" Jiang Yin was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.

Horse trainer Ding Zhao smiled and nodded, "It's been so many years since you last came. I thought you had forgotten about us all."

Jiang Yin's eyes welled up with tears. She stroked the tall horse that was now lowering its head to sniff her neck, and asked Ding Zhao in a trembling voice, "Is it...it?"

"Mm." Ding Zhao nodded with a smile.

Jiang Yin burst into tears. She turned around and wrapped her arms tightly around the horse's neck, pressing her face against the horse's neck and weeping silently.

She didn't let her emotions overwhelm her for long; she suppressed her tears in just a few seconds. She raised her head and wiped away the tear tracks from the corners of her eyes with her hand.

Jian Tingyun had been keeping an eye on her movements. He walked to her side and said gently:

"What happened? Is that your horse?"

Jiang Yin quickly composed herself and replied, "Yes, it was eight years ago."

Ding Zhao chimed in, "That's true now too."

Jiang Yin raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Haven't you used up the money you paid before?"

"It's a foundation that's been contributing." Ding Zhao glanced at the crowd not far away, then casually looked away.

Jiang Yin thought to herself: It's probably because Grandma entrusted the foundation to pay for it after she got sick.

Then she said to Ding Zhao, "Brother Zhao, I'll give you my contact information later. If you run out of money, contact me and I'll pay you back."

"it is good."

At this moment, Jian Tingyun patted the tall horse and said, "So handsome! What's its name? It's not Black Bean, is it?"

Jiang Yin, now relieved, smiled and said to Jian Tingyun:

"Black Bean is the Labrador's name; its name is Little White."

"Little White?" Jian Tingyun's eyes widened in surprise. "You call a big black horse Little White?"

Jiang Yin didn't explain. She nudged the horse's ear and said, "Come and take a look."

Jian Tingyun leaned closer and saw a small tuft of white hair hidden deep inside the ear.

"Hahahaha..." Jian Tingyun burst into loud laughter, his hands on his knees, bending over with laughter.

The hearty laughter attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd, including Qin Heming and Lin Xiyue who were not far away.

Lin Xiyue saw Jian Tingyun interacting happily with Jiang Yin, laughing exaggeratedly. Her face immediately darkened, and her eyes instantly turned icy.

Qin Heming glanced at it expressionlessly, then led a tall, dark chestnut warmblood horse out of the stable.

Everyone then led the horses they had chosen outside.

Jiang Yin also took Xiao Bai's hand, intending to go out with the others, when she saw the horse trainers who had previously selected horses for everyone approaching: "Commander, you're back?"

Upon closer inspection, she recognized these men as familiar faces, though they hadn't been seen for many years and had all transformed from young men into middle-aged men.

Jiang Yin identified each person one by one: "Brother Dapeng, Brother Cheng, Brother Hao, you're all here?"

Everyone was very happy. The person called Brother Hao said:

"Your brother Zhao has been promoted; he's now the head of all the horse trainers."

"Commander, don't listen to his nonsense, they're all just doing the work." Then, Ding Zhao said jokingly to Jiang Yin:

No official is as high-ranking as you; you're the commander.

Jiang Yin recalled the scene from her childhood when she told everyone her name was "Commander," and felt extremely embarrassed. She hurriedly waved her hands and said:

"Brother Zhao, stop calling me that, it's too embarrassing."

After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Yin took Xiao Bai's hand and walked out of the stable.

The field outside was a mess, with people saddled their horses and riding slowly in circles.

While Jiang Yin was chatting with the other horse trainers, Ding Zhao had already equipped Xiao Bai with all the gear—a large area of ​​fiery red saddle padding and leg guards covering its strong body.

Jiang Yin didn't rush to mount the horse and run. Instead, she led Xiao Bai around slowly a few times, observing its gait and mood. She found that it had been taken excellent care of over the years and didn't look like a ten-year-old horse at all.

She was secretly grateful for the care she received at the horse farm.

Then, she leaped onto the horse with a smooth, light, and perfectly executed movement, without any clumsy struggle of using the stirrups.

"Great, fantastic!" Mr. Vardis exclaimed in simple Chinese.

These past few days, he has often been amazed by the beauty of this Miss Jiang. Even her mounting movements are so elegant and dashing that he can't help but exclaim in sincere admiration.

After Jiang Yin had gracefully ridden her horse around a few laps, Mr. Vardis called out to her:

"Miss Jiang, do you know how to dressage?"

"I know a little, not much." Jiang Yin trotted up to Mr. Vardis on his horse. "My horse is a racing horse, not very suitable for dancing."

Then, she smiled and said to Mr. Vardis, "I've heard you're an expert in equestrian performances. Could you show us a skill and broaden our horizons?"

Mr. Vardis had been waiting for those words; to be honest, he was itching to say them.

Upon hearing their conversation, the stable staff immediately opened the gate to a standard dressage area next door. The area was as smooth as a mirror, and the lettering along the edges was clearly visible in the sunlight.

Everyone else chose to watch from the railings outside the venue.

The assistant whispered something to the accompanying horse trainer, who then ran into the control room on the sidelines.

A moment later, music slowly flowed from the hidden speakers on the sidelines.

The melody was low and restrained, like an invisible thread that slowly tightened the entire venue.

Mr. Vardis did not rush into action; he merely stroked the horse's neck and whispered a reassuring word. Only after the first complete beat had fallen did he slightly lift the reins.

The rhythm of horses' hooves striking the ground began almost simultaneously with the music.

It's not just a simple movement, but an extremely precise coordination. Before the rider exerts any effort, the horse already understands; before the horse has finished, the rider has already anticipated the next step.

Turning, shifting speed, and finishing—every movement seems to be guided by the music. It's not about chasing the melody, but about "stepping" on the melody.

With the final movement completed, the horse came to a steady stop almost in place, its forelegs lifting sharply and powerfully before falling back down.

The music ends.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause.

Even a layman can clearly sense that behind that effortless control lies years of immersion in the craft.

"That was fantastic!" Qin Heming was the first to cheer.

Jiang Yin also sincerely raised her hand to applaud.

Mr. Dis nodded gracefully in thanks, but his gaze gently shifted to Jiang Yin:

"Miss Jiang, would you like to give it a try? It doesn't have to be complicated, just to feel the rhythm."

This invitation is friendly, yet carries a hint of well-intentioned challenge.

Almost simultaneously, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Yin.

But she did not back down. She gently squeezed the horse's belly, and Xiaobai obediently took a few steps forward.

"Thank you, Mr. Vardis. My horse is indeed not made for dancing," she said in a clear, melodious voice, acknowledging its limitations.

"But perhaps we can demonstrate another kind of 'dialogue'."

She first tried a simple transition from a slow walk to a fast walk.

Xiaobai's reactions were direct and powerful, with a strong sense of explosiveness in the transition, but it lacked some of the subtle build-up and smoothness of a dressage horse. The trot rhythm was also more exciting, with a large stride and a strong desire to move forward, unlike a show horse that kept its energy within a limited space.

When Jiang Yin tried to slow it down and tighten the rhythm, Xiao Bai clearly hesitated briefly.

It wasn't resistance, but rather incomprehension.

It is accustomed to running and moving forward, rather than repeatedly compressing its force within a limited space.

Jiang Yin did not insist.

She stopped at the right moment, gently patted the horse's neck, and calmed its slight restlessness.

"As you can see," she turned to Mr. Vardis, her smile serene:

"It's a partner that yearns for speed. We can communicate perfectly about where to go and how fast to get there. But we still have a lot to learn about how to 'dance in place' with the most graceful grace."

The sidelines were completely quiet.

Many people have already seen that the difference in quality is obvious.

Mr. Waldis showed no disappointment whatsoever. He looked at Jiang Yin, then at the black horse that seemed to have no distance between itself and the rider, and his gaze softened even more.

"No, Miss Jiang." He slowly shook his head, his tone solemn, "What you showed me is more important than a set of standard movements."

"You understand it, and you respect it."

"There is no coercion, no embellishment, but a clear understanding of who it is and what it is suitable for."

He paused for a moment and added:

"This is an extremely rare and precious quality in any form of cooperation."

Applause erupted again.

This time, it's mostly for Jiang Yin.

Watching from the sidelines, listening to the jargon and praise she only half-understood, Lin Xiyue felt a tightness in her chest. Jiang Yin had clearly "lost," so why did she receive such seemingly superior praise?

She was unaccustomed to this situation, where a defeated opponent she had completely disregarded had ascended to a prestigious stage, while she herself didn't even have the right to participate, relegated to the sidelines as an unnoticed by anyone.

She clenched her teeth tighter and tighter, in a position that should have been hers.