【040】Go to Beijing】

"Damn it, if you want to be rich, build roads first. This is true!" Xiao Yitian, who had awkward look, wrapped himself in the middle of a few tall Central Guard soldiers, climbed the gangway and entered the first class cabin. Originally, this flight should have taken off long ago, but in order to wait for them, it has been stranded until now. Fortunately, most of the leaders of government departments and state-owned enterprises can take off the plane at this time. After receiving the notice from the airport, he did not feel any emotion. Instead, he paid attention to Xiao Yitian and others when they boarded the plane.

The soldiers of the Central Guard Regiment were okay, but Xiao Yitian, who was obviously in a state of protection, made everyone wonder. Everyone on the plane was secretly guessing the origin of this little brat. If it was **, the princelings of the yameni party at that time were not so arrogant, and it was impossible for a normal flight to be delayed by several hours. It would be even more unrealistic to say that it was the target of the Central Commission for Special Envoy - how old is he? Can the Central Committee send someone to invite him?

Unfortunately, no one could have thought that this seemingly outrageous guess was the closest to the facts.

In the rear seat of the cabin, a man stared at Xiao Yitian for a moment, until his figure disappeared behind the curtains of the first class cabin, he looked out the window thoughtfully.

The plane slowly gambled on the runway, and soon made a huge roar, breaking free from the gravity, flew into the blue sky, and flew towards Yanjing.

Three and a half hours later, the plane landed at the Capital Airport. As soon as Xiao Yitian got off the plane, he was taken with a red flag car and rushed out of the airport. The eyes on the plane looked at the smaller and smaller cars thoughtfully, and turned around and walked towards the luggage room.

Fortunately, there are not many cars in Yanjing in 1986. Although the road is not as wide as in the previous life, at least there will be no traffic jams. As the driver speeds along the way, the car has already rushed into Zhongnanhai through the side door forty minutes later.

Although he lived for two lives and often went to and from central ministries and commissions in the previous life because of work, it was the first time that a girl had entered the sedan chair when she entered this level. Xiao Yitian couldn't help but tremble. This scene was seen by the soldiers of the Central Guard Corps who came back with him, and was secretly amused. From the time he saw Xiao Yitian, he was very calm. Even when he learned that Mr. Deng was about to see him, he did not feel any panic. He was not as good as a child of this age. Moreover, he talked freely when talking to them, as if the age gap between the two sides was not present, which made them not have the pride of being an adult. Seeing him trembling at this moment, they were a little bit more balanced - no matter how precocious or intelligent you are, you are still a personal person, and you still know fear and tension.

After undergoing a safety inspection by the staff, Xiao Yitian followed the person who came to pick him up and walked into the office of Mr. Deng.

The room is not very big, but it is particularly bright, arranged in a simple and elegant manner. In addition to a large mahogany desk with no age, there are two rows of tall hardwood bookshelves against the wall, filled with various documents and books. Unlike the wealthy people who liked to fill the study room in their previous life who did not read to show that they had a profound knowledge, Mr. Deng often took out these books. Although they were also clean on the surface, Xiao Yitian, who was sharp-eyed, found that the edges of the books were already black and yellow - this was the mark left by frequent reading.

Opposite the bookshelf, against the wall, was a set of combined black leather sofas, surrounded by a black wooden tea table, with ashtray and tea cups on it. Xiao Yitian unexpectedly discovered that in addition to this, there was a small plate of big white rabbit milk candy - of course, this was not something Mr. Deng himself enjoyed, I guess it was prepared for him, this little brat?

"Xiaotian, sit for a while, drink some water, and eat a piece of candy. Mr. Deng has something to do, and come here later." The person who spoke was one of the people who came to Yanjing. His surname was Jian and his name was Jian Dongqiang. He was from Donglu Province. He was said to be a squad leader in the Central Guard Corps. This time he went to Yangping to pick up Xiao Yitian was him and his subordinates.

"Brother Jian, please give yourself a favor, I'll just sit here." Xiao Yitian said with a smile. Looking around the country, who will Mr. Deng asks him to wait? Is there anyone who dares not listen?

Jian Dongqiang smiled, turned around and walked out, and took the door with him. Xiao Yitian sat on the sofa for a while, stood up in boredom, and walked around the room.

He naturally had no interest in the tea and milk candy on the table. Cigarettes, a great elixir to relieve tension in his previous life, could not be smoked at this time due to age. Otherwise, Mr. Deng would have smoked very high when he saw him at a young age, and he might immediately ask the masters of the Central Guard Corps to drag him out of Zhongnanhai and beat him up.

Mr. Deng’s desk is a bit old, with a large piece of transparent glass plate in the middle, with some photos and notes underneath. Xiao Yitian is so familiar with this kind of furnishings. His parents’ desks are like this. In this era, there are not all kinds of luxurious desks like in his previous life. Even if there are, Mr. Deng is probably reluctant to use them.

There was a light yellow desk lamp on the upper left corner of the desk. The switch on the base had been rubbed to a little faded. Next to the desk lamp was a bamboo pen holder, with two black-shelled fountain pens inside. The mark on the pen told Xiao Yitian that this was a Parker gold pen, and there were several pencils, including black, blue and red. It is estimated that Mr. Deng often used them for reviewing documents.

There were two bottles of ink next to it, pure domestic red rock ink. Xiao Yitian loved this ink very much in his lifetime until it was completely squeezed out of its market share by Hero Ink. Hero Ink did not last long, because the release of the oily signature pen made the group of people who used the most pens, the students, laughed. The characters written by the signature pen were bright in color, not easy to fade, and were relatively cheap and easy to carry. There was no need to worry about whether the pen would leak ink... Uh, it was too far.

There were two piles of documents on the upper right corner of the desk. Xiao Yitian glanced at him, all of which were red-headed. He was frightened and quickly looked away, not daring to look at him too much. If this thing is less than the level, it may cause trouble. What's more, it's just put it in Mr. Deng's room. Maybe it's a disaster!

There were several books standing next to the document, and they were blocked with simple bookshelf on both sides. Xiao Yitian looked at the spine, "Selected Works of Mao Runzhi" and "Das Kapital", well, very good, very powerful. Xiao Yitian had never finished reading any of these books, whether in his previous life or after his rebirth.
Chapter completed!