Chapter 486: Remember the way I smell

Zhang Menglan gently arranged the bangs in front of her forehead that had been blown about by the wind: 'I'm going to send my father abroad.' These words exploded in Han Songlin's ears like thunder; he looked at Zhang Menglan in shock, not quite sure what was going on.

Han Songlin remembered that Zhang Menglan did leave the countryside with her father, and that was already when they were in the third or fourth grade of primary school.

No one has lived in the Zhang family house since then. The last time Han Songlin passed by, the house had already collapsed due to disrepair, and the wooden beams had rotted.

In a few decades, weeds will grow all over the place, concealing the fact that there was once a house here.

'Uncle Zhang will not be used to living abroad, will he?'

Zhang Menglan smiled and didn't answer.

'What do you think? How about I buy my father a farm in South America?'

Han Songlin: 'South America is fine, but isn't it too far for Uncle Zhang to go to South America?'

Han Songlin always felt that Zhang Menglan was strange, sending someone to South America. Not to mention that he is not familiar with life there, it is also very far away.

Moreover, after going there, can Uncle Zhang still return to his hometown?

Or will he even just have ashes when he returns?

Zhang Menglan sighed, 'The further away, the better!'

Han Songlin looked at Zhang Menglan doubtfully and felt that she was up to something: 'Is there something wrong?'

Zhang Menglan is quite high-profile in Hu Jian's camp, and there are rumours of an ambiguous relationship with a certain leader.

After all, these are just rumours, and no one knows the real situation.

Zhang Menglan has never clarified this.

However, Zhang Menglan can indeed get things done in Hu Jian's camp that others cannot.

Zhang Menglan: 'Call me by my name.'

'Zhang Menglan?'

'No, not that one.'

Han Songlin: "Zhang Cailan?'

A smile appeared on Zhang Menglan's face, and she stood up, taking a deep breath. "If, by any chance, something really does happen to me, please look after my father and my nephew for me.'

One of Zhang Ju's lovers had given birth to a child, and Zhang Menglan was going to send it to South America with her. As for Zhang Ju, he could stay behind.

Zhang Ju was going to leave, and that would attract attention.

Zhang Menglan took out a card from the inside pocket of her down jacket and handed it to Han Songlin, on which was written an address.

Han Songlin hesitated, then took it.

Zhang Menglan walked over to Han Songlin and crouched down.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Han Songlin and she smiled, 'Don't worry, just because I, Zhang Nier, am not as rich as you, it doesn't mean I'm any dumber than you. If things go wrong, I can still run away. In the future, I'll just have to go into hiding.'

As she spoke, Zhang Menglan laughed, because she had never thought of Han Songlin as clever.

Han Songlin sighed. From Zhang Menglan's words, he knew that she had made up her mind.

Incidentally, Zhang Menglan's nickname was Zhang Nier!

What was Han Songlin's nickname?

His nickname was Han Duanzi.

If you ask anyone in the neighbourhood, they will know Han Songlin when you mention Han Dianzi.

Now, people only call Han Songlin behind his back; no one would dare to do so to his face, even if they are insolent.

'What do you really want?' Han Songlin meant that life was going well, so just keep going, why make trouble?

Zhang Menglan's pretty face was tinged with a faint smile, as she said calmly but firmly, 'I want freedom!'

Freedom?

Han Songlin opened his mouth. Everyone yearns for freedom, but they don't know that they are all in cages, and they can't escape.

It's like many people who are tired of worldly affairs and run away to become hermits in Zhongnan Mountain. But if you want to be a hermit, you have to face the rent, oil, salt, soy sauce, rice, and vinegar.

Without money, you don't even have the qualifications to be a hermit.

Zhang Menglan patted the weeds off her clothes and prepared to go back. She had been gone for a long time, and she didn't want people to think that she and Han Songlin were doing something together.

Just as she got up, Zhang Menglan suddenly lost her mind and pulled the zipper of the down jacket, which had not been pulled up, down again, and suddenly embraced Han Songlin's head and buried it in her chest.

The whole world seemed to have slowed down; it was only after a long while that she let go.

Han Songlin wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say; even though it was through the clothes, he could still feel the majesty.

It must feel really good to touch; involuntarily, this thought popped into Han Songlin's head.

'You...'

Zhang Menglan: 'Do you smell it?'

'I...' Han Songlin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

'Looks like you smelled it. Remember, this is my smell, don't forget it.' Zhang Menglan laughed happily, and regardless of Han Songlin's reaction, she didn't even zip up her down jacket before walking away.

Han Songlin looked at Zhang Menglan's waving hand and skipping back, touched his nose, feeling the smell of Zhang Menglan still lingering on the tip of his nose.

'Damn it, I've been molested by a woman!' Han Songlin cursed and got up, thinking that it would be nice to have more experiences like this.

Han Songlin returned to the dam, where there were several tables set up for mahjong. Apart from mahjong, there were also tables for playing long-handled cards and poker.

There were braziers under the tables for the older people to keep warm.

A group of children were running around, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard.

These little ones even went to blow up bamboo.

Don't they know that there are bats in some dead bamboo?

It was originally said that they would leave directly in the afternoon, but that obviously wasn't realistic.

So they simply stayed in the music pool for a few more days, and Han Songlin accompanied Liu Yuyan back to her hometown.

His son-in-law never visited throughout the year, and people thought that Han Songlin had done something to Liu Yuyan.

After a few days of busy work, he went to Fule Wine Industry to take a look.

The factory area of Fule Wine Industry had expanded again.

The number of cellars had expanded to a scale of 30,000.

With 30,000 cellars, the annual output of white wine was extremely impressive.

Because there are so many new tanks, fermentation takes a long time and the output is relatively low. However, Fule Liquor's annual output is still close to 200,000 tons of raw wine.

With so much raw wine, it is impossible to sell all of it as soon as it is produced. It has to be stored for a period of time. Therefore, Fule Liquor has built a large number of raw wine storage tanks.

Less good wine is stored in steel tanks, while good wine is stored in jars.

'Now our white spirit inventory is gradually increasing, and we no longer have to worry about running out of stock,' Xu Lu said with a sense of relief in her voice.

In previous years, Fule Spirit's white spirit was in short supply, which was very worrying.

Although Fule Spirit lost its position as the "King of Bidding" this year, its advertising on CCTV has not stopped.

Now, after two consecutive years of being the "King of Bidding" and such a long period of advertising, Fule Spirit has become a famous domestic wine.

Even if Fule Wine stops advertising now, it will definitely have an impact on sales, but in the hearts of wine lovers, Fule Wine will still have a place.

Of course, nothing can be stopped, not even advertising.

Fumando has now reduced its advertising investment a lot. Fumando no longer needs to advertise on TV.

Although it has reduced its advertising investment, it has not stopped some small promotional activities carried out in stores.

For example, it still distributes flyers.