Rebirth Turn of the Century

The days, in the midst of non-stop wrangling and doing things, slowly passed by.

For Zhao Song, this kind of time of following instructions and scolding soldiers when he is free is a rare and relaxing time, because he doesn't need to use his brain~

Just do things well. During this period of time, he even quarreled with some officers.

Before that, he was almost driven crazy by the huge think tank behind him-those huge teams composed of psychologists, economists, politicians, business, and financial elites, the plans made by them were simply overwhelming. Zhao Song had a splitting headache.

Yu Qiuyu once said that our history is too long, our plots are too deep, our tactics are too big, our black box is too big, our inside story is too thick, our tongue is too greedy, our vision is too complex, and our predictions are too risky, so there is such a thing as overconception, Zhao Songshen Take it for granted.

The plan of the think tank is too much to consider, and it is a good thing to be comprehensive, but if you want to offend no one, the final result is that everyone will be offended once, Zhao Song will not do such a stupid thing, as long as the things you do are in the interests of the vast majority of people That's it.

The plan has already been finalized, how to implement it depends on Zhao Song's consideration, but Liao Yingzhu's extreme micromanagement is something outside the plan, and now it seems that the effect is good.

So, now he is enjoying his rare leisure time more happily.

Even on July 13th, he was able to ask for leave to meet Li Linna and Xiao Yu.

There is no other reason, because on this day, Comrade Samaranch, President of the International Olympic Committee, will announce the host city of the 2008 Olympic Games in the evening.

No one knows how long the flower growers have prepared for this day, and no one knows how many civil servants have worked hard for this day, just like Zhao Song's colleagues in the Xijiao Hotel, who did all they could to ensure the smooth progress of the meeting. The hard work done is not to thank them for the people, but to let the leaders remember them.

Therefore, those people can be ignored, they will definitely have the rewards they deserve, and for others, Zhao Song will seriously remember their names, no matter what they do in the future, and where their nationality will become.

Members of the Olympic Bidding Organizing Committee: Zhang Yimou, Yang Lan, Gong Li, Deng Yaping, He Zhenliang

On July 13, 2001, at 21 o'clock in the evening.

There is still one hour before the Olympic bid is successful, and the location is Moscow.

Shang Hai, a five-star Ritz-Carlton hotel.

"I have vodka in my left hand and Bobosha in my right hand. I hold Natasha in my arms and sing Katyusha, Ula~"

On the top floor of the hotel, Zhao Song happily knocked on the door of the suite with two big bags of wine and cooked food.

"Click~"

The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes.

Zhao Song was stunned for a moment, then asked happily: "Cousin?"

Cousin Li Linna quickly took the big bag from Zhao Song's hand, then nodded nervously.

"What about those two?"

Zhao Song was not polite, after handing the bag to his cousin, he followed him into the room, looked at the empty living room, and asked casually.

"The cheering party for the Olympic bid is being held downstairs. I heard that there are many celebrities. Lin Na took Miss Xiaoyu downstairs to join in the fun."

"Oh~"

Zhao Song nodded seriously, looking at his cousin who was making cooked food on the coffee table, he couldn't help becoming nervous.

Speaking of which, Li Linna's cousin has been in the capital for so long, but he did not expect the two to meet for the first time in Shanghai. Facing the only family member Li Linna recognized, Zhao Song suddenly didn't know how to get along.

My cousin was sweating on his brow, tidied up the coffee table nervously, put away the cooked food such as sauced beef, peanuts, pig tails, etc., and put the wine aside.

The wine is very good, five-star Golden Liufu, but thinking of the identity of the young man opposite, my cousin feels a little unsuitable

That's the richest man!

The richest man, if he doesn't drink Remy Martin, he must at least have Moutai, right?

As for what Remy Martin is, my cousin doesn't know either.

"that."

Unable to bear the sudden quiet scene, my cousin felt that he should say something, and rubbed his hands nervously. Suddenly, my cousin asked with great happiness, "Do you have a date?"

The richest man, there should be no shortage of targets, right?

This is a good question, Zhao Song nodded in agreement, and answered seriously and solemnly: "Yes, your sister~!"

Yes, my sister!

The cousin suddenly realized, and then scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Pfft~"

"Haha~"

The two laughed at the same time.

Zhao Song opened Jin Liufu's package, and each of them poured a glass of wine:

"Brother, drink!"

"Oh~"

The cousin took the wine glass with both hands, and then drank it down.

The atmosphere became lively. A richest man and a security guard were talking and laughing while drinking and chatting, occasionally looking up at the voting scene on TV.

21:45.

Li Linna hugged the German Shepherd Stupid, and Xiao Yu hugged the fat Garfield, and returned to the business suite with an excited face. God knows how they brought these two animals to Shanghai.

"Brother, I met a celebrity and got several autographs!"

Because of excitement, Xiao Yu's face was flushed when she spoke.

"There's no need to make a fuss when you see a star." Zhao Song waved his hand indifferently: "In the capital, how many pictures have you taken with Guo Dagang?"

"Is that a star?" Xiao Yu said angrily, "That's a cross talk talker."

"Don't underestimate those who talk about cross talk. After two years, that master may become even more famous than a star!"

"huh~"

Xiao Yu was too lazy to talk to Zhao Song who was confused, took two elbows from the coffee table, and went to play with Benben.

Zhao Song smiled, turned his head and glanced at Li Linna, and said reproachfully, "Cousin finally came here once, and left him alone in the room. Is there any sister like you?"

Li Linna pursed her lips and smiled without any excuse. She happily sat beside Zhao Song and wrapped her arms around him: "I thought you couldn't ask for leave, so you wouldn't come."

"Why don't you have a holiday? That's the Olympics!"

"Hee hee~"

Seeing that her cousin didn't feel restrained, Li Linna's smile became brighter: "Zhao Song, the professor said that I went to Paris. Besides finishing my studies, I can also participate in Fashion Week."

"It's up to you, as long as you can finish your studies on time and return home on time."

Li Linna smiled, but did not speak.

Zhao Song didn't care. He turned his head and asked loudly, "Xiao Yu, what score did you score in the math test?"

"81!"

"How many?"

Zhao Song was surprised, "Didn't you do multiple-choice questions by throwing dice?"

"Because the backstage you found for me is big~" Xiao Yu also said happily: "Guanyin Bodhisattva blesses me, I made two mistakes in multiple choice questions."

"."

Zhao Song was speechless, he raised his glass and greeted his cousin:

"Brother, drink!"

"Oh~"

The time passed slowly amid laughter and laughter. In the business suite, Zhao Song fully enjoyed the rare leisure time.

It's 21:59.

When the crowd gathered under the big screen outside the hotel building, and when Samaranch walked towards the microphone with a card in the TV, he put down his wine glass and looked at the screen seriously with several people.

"Beijing~"

expected noun.

"Ah~"

The expected cheers.

"Boom~"

Huge fireworks bloomed outside the window.

The suite was still quiet, until those classic pictures began to flash on the CCTV set:

CCTV Studio Hall, Beijing TV Director Hall, China Millennium Monument, Xi'an, Jinan, Shanghai, Xiangjiang, Macau, Beijing Sports Bureau, Beijing University, an institution in Beijing, a bar, Jinmen Coca-Cola Company, a large supermarket site, another The headquarters of Time and Space Fantasy Group was replaced by 798 Shenzhou Group Industrial Park, Beijing Modern City, citizen's family, Beijing West Railway Station.

God knows how many reporters China Central Television has sent, and God knows how many people in China are jumping higher than the sky at 22:00 on July 13th.

The cheers outside the window became louder and louder, and the screens were constantly switching. Countless celebrities and common people appeared on the TV screen one after another.

But for some reason, the four people in the suite didn't say anything, they just stared blankly at the screen without saying a word.

When the time came to 23:27, when the crowd gathered in Tiananmen People's Square on TV, the party and state leaders appeared on the tower.

More enthusiastic cheers broke out.

Suddenly, the resonant singing voice was sung by someone who did not know who took the lead, and then, a chorus of more than 100,000 people resounded in the largest square in the world.

"The five-star national flag flutters in the wind, how resounding is the song of victory~

Sing to our dear country."

This is the biggest live broadcast in the history of the florist, no preparation, no rehearsal, no one!

"Singing to our dear motherland, from now on we will be prosperous~"

As the last line of lyrics fell, people bursting into tears suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

Suddenly, the picture slowly zoomed up, and the panorama of Beijing city came into view of the TV audience. The city was full of fireworks and lights.

"we won!"

we won.

Zhao Songhong stood up with his eyes closed, and experienced this scene again, and his heart was still agitated by those passionate scenes.

Next to him, my cousin was trying to hold back the tears that were about to be shed. Li Linna and Xiao Yu were still watching TV excitedly, but their eyes were not red!

Zhao Song frowned and wanted to take a step forward.

"Crack~"

A slap on Li Linna's thigh.

"呵~"

He twisted hard on Xiaoyu's arm.

Later, seeing both of them waiting for him with red eyes, Zhao Song turned his head in satisfaction and continued to watch the TV with red eyes.

Yes, we won!

Next, we will continue to win.

And I will win too!

Come on, Zhao Song!