Chapter 68

The middle-aged man immediately showed great respect.

The longer one stayed in the city, the more one knew the weight of Pusan in the hearts of the city's leaders and the central leadership. These two young people could actually go to Pusan to discuss business? The middle-aged man's expression towards Chen Geng had subtly changed: "Your organization is really impressive. You can actually cooperate with Pusan. I've heard that the current Pusan is mostly run by Germans, and they have very strict requirements for their partners."

Chen Geng modestly explained: "Talking about business is just a formality. We're just going to take a look. I've heard that Pusan's standards are very high. Whether we succeed or not isn't important. Even if we can make a couple of friends, it would be worth it."

Chen Geng spoke humbly, but in the arts, few people are insensitive. Although the middle-aged man was neither a director nor an assistant director, he was still in the film and television industry, with a sensitive heart. He immediately sensed that while Chen Geng seemed humble, he was actually full of pride.

This wasn't the kind of arrogance that comes from ignorance and self-importance, but a genuine confidence that he would definitely succeed.

Realizing this, the middle-aged man was moved.

Previously, he had only seen Chen Geng and Zhang Xiangyang as travel companions to chat and laugh with on the road. After getting off the train, they would go their separate ways, and no one would know each other. But now, the middle-aged man's thoughts had changed. He flipped through his bag and took out two business cards, giving one to Chen Geng and one to Zhang Xiangyang, and said politely: "Young brothers, this is my business card. Meeting you on this train is a matter of fate. Let's be friends. If you come to the city in the future, whether you have business or not, feel free to look me up. If you have no business, we can have a meal and chat. If you want to visit somewhere, I can be your guide. If you have business, I may not be very capable, but I know a few people and can help with small matters."

Looking at the position and name on the business card, Zhang Xiangyang exclaimed in surprise: "Deputy Director of the General Office of the City Film Studio? Are you the Deputy Director?"

The middle-aged man, who was the Deputy Director of the General Office of the City Film Studio, Zhang Zhonghua, felt a bit embarrassed and quickly waved his hands: "Not the Deputy Director, just the Deputy Director of the General Office."

"Deputy Director of the General Office, isn't that the same as Deputy Director?" Zhang Xiangyang asked, puzzled.

"The General Office and the Deputy Director are not the same," Chen Geng patiently explained to Zhang Xiangyang: "The General Office is a functional department, mainly responsible for organization, management, advisory, coordination, and service. It has considerable power. You can think of it as the most important department that supports the leadership. If the office is the major steward, then the General Office is their legs, feet, and half a brain."

"You know all this?" Zhang Xiangyang was amazed. He really wanted to ask Chen Lao San, "Is there anything you don't know?"

"I have classmates who work at newspapers, so I know a bit," Chen Geng replied casually.

Zhang Zhonghua's reaction wasn't much better than Zhang Xiangyang's. He couldn't imagine how someone completely unrelated to the arts could know the difference between the Deputy Director of the General Office and the Deputy Director. In many people's eyes, there was no difference between the two, and more than one person had asked him why he wasn't called the Deputy Director but the Deputy Director of the General Office.

"You know more than just a bit," Zhang Zhonghua smiled and shook his head. "Young brother, I'm getting more and more curious about you."

"That's right. My brother is a high-achieving student from Huqing University, so it's normal for him to know a lot," Zhang Xiangyang said proudly, always proud that his brother was a high-achieving student from Huqing University.

"A high-achieving student from Huqing University?" Zhang Zhonghua's eyes widened, finding it hard to believe.

Students from Huqing University were the true elite. Leaving the capital was considered "going to the countryside." A high-achieving student from Huqing University was right in front of him? On this train from Haizhou to the city?

Chen Geng had seen reactions like Zhang Zhonghua's many times and was no longer surprised. He also took out a business card from his bag and handed it to Zhang Zhonghua: "Director Zhang is right. Meeting is a matter of fate. If you come to Haizhou for business or inspiration, remember to call me so I can show you around."

Zhang Xiangyang also hurriedly handed over his business card.

Manager of Runhua Industrial Development Co., Ltd., Haizhou City?

Looking at the title on Chen Geng's business card, Zhang Zhonghua was unsure: He had been to Haizhou a few times, but he hadn't heard of a company called Runhua Industrial Development.

But he also trusted his judgment. The young man who seemed a bit restless was nothing special, but Chen Geng gave him a sense of depth. He felt like he was facing not a young man in his twenties but a wise man in his forties. This feeling was strange and eerie: How could he have such a strange feeling? It was impossible.

But no matter what, Chen Geng's confident and dignified demeanor was undeniable. Since he was still unsure, he decided to treat him as a friend he had met on the train, at least for now. After all, this guy couldn't be a fraud.

With this decision, Zhang Zhonghua became even more enthusiastic.

...

The next morning, around 9 o'clock, they got off the train at the station. At the exit, Zhang Zhonghua asked: "Young brothers, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"Thanks, but no need. We..."

Before Chen Geng could finish, a familiar voice interrupted: "Chen, ha, I'm here to pick you up. Are you excited? Are you thrilled?"

The next moment, Kintler's excited voice and his characteristic strong body odor hit Chen Geng's nose. Before Chen Geng could react, Kintler hugged him, patting his shoulders enthusiastically, as if they were old friends meeting after a long time.

Kintler was very excited, and Chen Geng was also very excited, not just excited but also thrilled and surprised: "Mr. Kintler, you didn't tell me you were coming to the station to pick me up."

Kintler grinned, looking very happy: "I said I would give you a big surprise. How about it? Is this surprise big enough?"

"Big! Big! Too big!" Chen Geng nodded repeatedly. Looking at the reactions of the people at the station, it was as if an invisible force had parted the crowd around him and Kintler, like the parting of the Red Sea. As for the people pointing and whispering about him and Kintler, well... let's not talk about it, there were too many to count.

Chen Geng cleverly interpreted the pointing and whispering as praise. What else could he do?

Kintler was clearly very satisfied with the effect he had created, grinning proudly.

Seeing the foreigner hugging Chen Geng and laughing, Zhang Zhonghua was stunned: Wasn't this Swen-Christian Kintler, the senior engineer from Wolfsburg sent to Pusan? How could it be him?

Did Zhang Zhonghua know Kintler? Yes, he did, but Kintler didn't know him.

Just last month, the city government held a meeting on the economic development of the city, with the main topic being the localization of Pusan.

The city government took this meeting very seriously and specially invited a few engineers from Wolfsburg in Pusan as representatives, including Mr. Swen-Christian Kintler.

Although the journalists and media present were from television and newspapers, which seemed unrelated to the City Film Studio, coincidentally, a camera at the City TV station had broken, and the backup camera was also broken and hadn't been repaired yet. The City TV station had no choice but to borrow a camera from the City Film Studio, which was nearby.

The City Film Studio's camera was a new one, and they were afraid the City TV station would damage it. Since Zhang Zhonghua had nothing to do, he went along to supervise and make sure the City TV station didn't break their equipment.

Foreigners were rarer than pandas in those days, so Zhang Zhonghua was naturally very curious about the few foreigners at the meeting and remembered them clearly. He never expected to see Mr. Swen-Christian Kintler again so soon.

Seeing Chen Geng chatting and greeting Mr. Swen-Christian Kintler fluently in German, Zhang Zhonghua's curiosity about Chen Geng reached a new level: Who was this guy? How could he not only speak fluent German and communicate freely with Mr. Swen-Christian Kintler but also seem very familiar and close with him?

After living in the city for so many years, Zhang Zhonghua knew that these foreigners were very proud and would only look at you through their noses if they deigned to look at you at all...

Wait! He had met someone extraordinary!

Zhang Zhonghua suddenly realized: A Chinese person who could be so familiar with Germans and communicate fluently in German couldn't be an ordinary person.

Previously, he had doubted Chen Geng's identity as a student from Huqing University, but now he quietly reduced his doubts by half.

Finally, when the enthusiastic Kintler let go, Chen Geng asked with concern: "Mr. Kintler, how is your wife now?"

Chen Geng knew that Kintler's wife had undergone surgery, which was very successful, and was now in the recovery phase. He was very concerned about her recovery.