Zhong Chumian finally made a decision on the second day after it snowed.
When Yu Wanfeng heard that he promised to let her go to the central city together to participate in the acquisition of vegetables for a company under the name of the Zhong Group, she was extremely happy and had some expectations.
Zhong Chumian reminded her in advance that this job is not easy to do, and of course she knows it is not easy to do.
Nowadays, a large number of vegetable farmers' vegetables are unsalable. Even if someone buys them collectively, it is impossible to buy them all, after all, there is a shortage of manpower.
Zhong Chumian does not have many people available, only five employees who are still in the Wuhan branch. They need to contact truck drivers to transport vegetables, and they need someone to coordinate with vegetable farmers to pick and transport vegetables, and someone to contact various communities in Wuhan to deliver these vegetables.
The Zhong Group did not intend to make a profit in doing this. It was completely paying to solve the problems of vegetable farmers and donating vegetables to the Wuhan community for free.
It is impossible to operate in this way without tens of millions of funds. Although Zhong Chumian is the president of the Zhong Group, the financial aspect still needs to go through the normal process of the group, which requires someone to do the accounting for him.
According to this division of labor, five employees are not enough, not to mention that these employees are not professional managers, their job is to do sales. So in the end, everything needs to be done by the president, Zhong Chumian.
Yu Wanfeng didn't know how much she could help, but after thinking about it for a while, she can speak Wuhan dialect and has a little understanding of the surrounding areas of Wuhan. It should be possible to ask her to communicate with the vegetable farmers.
Zhong Chumian just smiled and pinched her nose when she heard her reasoned analysis of what she could do.
In fact, for him, letting her go with him was to satisfy her wish, but it was also out of his own selfishness.
He didn't want to be separated from her anymore.
Even in the same city, he couldn't bear the pain of not being able to meet each other. It had been six years, and he was afraid of going through those six years of anxiety and fear again.
This city is like an isolated island, he just wants to take a boat ride with his beloved.
On the 30th day of Wuhan's closure, Yu Wanfeng and Zhong Chumian left the inn together to fulfill their wish.
On the day they left the inn, Wang Xiu didn't go downstairs to see them off.
Shen Huaijin and Ding Hua came down instead. Ding Hua only said, "Be careful." She looked at Yu Wanfeng and probably thought of her son who was a volunteer at Tianmen.
Yu Wanfeng joked with Ding Hua, telling her not to bully Wang Xiu while she was gone. Ding Hua said disdainfully: "I still want to dance with her, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."
Shen Huaijin didn't say much, she was stationed in her inn, greeted some people, sent some away, saw many sad things, and experienced a lot of warmth.
Before leaving, Yu Wanfeng raised his head, saw the words on the building, and smiled: "Huaijin, I think the name of the inn is quite good."
Shen Huaijin followed her gaze, and the words "this city" were still the same as before. Shen Huaijin also smiled: "Yeah, I just said it's pretty good."
This city, this city of Wuhan that belongs to them.
Yu Wanfeng got into Zhong Chumian's car, she poked her head out to say goodbye to Shen Huaijin, her eyes moved up, and she saw her mother standing behind the window on the second floor looking at them.
Her heart trembled, and she waved to her mother.
She will come back safely, and so will Zhong Chumian. Yu Wanfeng firmly believed.
Zhong Chumian showed the ID and related documents to the checkpoint management staff, and the checkpoint roadblocks were removed for them. After the car drove for a certain distance, the shadow of the inn had disappeared behind him.
Yu Wanfeng sat in the passenger seat, turned her head, and looked out of the car window. The silent streets condensed the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the city. The phoenix trees along the road were bare, with dead leaves hanging on the branches sporadically.
Her eyes lit up suddenly, and she said to Zhong Chumian who was beside her, "I saw some flowers blooming."
Zhong Chumian glanced at it, turned his gaze, and continued to stare at the road.
After a while, his deep voice came: "Yes, the flowers are blooming."
There are two or three small flower buds on the lonely cherry tree branches on the side of the road.
I don't know who knocked on Chun's door last night when there was no one there.
That was spring in Wuhan.
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