Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Extra – The New World Leader Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Extra – The New World Leader ——Long, long afterwards, Han Yi and Han Jiaojiao finally had their own base.
In the classical Chinese courtyard, with its little bridges over flowing water and its meandering paths lined with bizarrely-shaped rocks, Lu Changyuan was directing people to arrange two high-backed Chinese chairs in the courtyard, while others agilely set up the scene, with reflectors, cables, cameras…
Han Jiaojiao was led out by Yu Wanxi. She was dressed in a sapphire-blue mandarin gown with high neck, vintage embroidery, and tiny diamonds scattered throughout, shimmering brightly, unparalleled in her stunning beauty.
Han Jiaojiao hesitated and said, “Brother Lu… am I dressed too formally for this?”
Lu Changyuan and the others around him took one look at her and were dazzled.
“Very good,” Lu Changyuan nodded in satisfaction. “Today we are recording a New Year’s message. Not only will our people see it, but so will people from other bases. You and Ayi dressing up formally will make our citizens feel proud when they see you.”
Imagine pointing to two people wearing T-shirts that cost a few bucks each and saying, “Hey! Look, these are the leaders of our base!”… That’s quite embarrassing, isn’t it?
Immediately, a staff member joked, “Who knows, after this New Year’s message airs, the population of our base might double next year.”
Lu Changyuan was in a good mood and said, “Our base, we win just with our looks alone.” Those old-timers from the other bases have no chance at competition.
Everyone laughed.
Soon, Han Yi arrived as well. Lu Changyuan had a black military uniform custom-made for him, which he wore with pin-straight, statuesque lines that enhanced his naturally cool and handsome face. He walked over with a steady stride, his aura fierce but carrying the dignity of a leader. Even without uttering a word, he was the most dazzling presence amongst the crowd.
The atmosphere on set became tenser, and everyone subconsciously bowed their heads slightly and called out, “Chief.”
“Let’s get started,” Lu Changyuan clapped his hands, and everyone was ready.
Han Jiaojiao took Han Yi’s arm and sat down. Everyone seemed to have the illusion that although the Chief’s expression remained stern, the aura around him had unconsciously softened.
The New Year’s message was brief: the first half summarized the past year’s harvest and lessons, the second half announced the new year’s plans and prospects, finishing with articulating the steadfast goals and determination.
After sending out the blessings, what followed was a personal interview with the Chief and the Chief’s wife.
Han Yi raised an eyebrow and looked at Lu Changyuan as if to say, “Is this really necessary?”
The appointed reporter had already started asking questions—
“The Chief and his wife have such a deep relationship; you must understand each other very well, right?”
Han Yi’s lips curved slightly, “Of course.” He knew her thoroughly, both in mind and body.
“Tap, tap, tap, tap,” the sound of the recorder typing on the keyboard came from nearby. Surprisingly, the recorder was a ten-year-old child.
“Madam, do you know the Chief’s favorite color and food?”
“His favorite color is black, and the food he likes is pumpkin soup,” Han Jiaojiao replied.
“Oh, it’s rare for a man to like a sweet dish like pumpkin soup.”
Han Yi wore a placid smile on his face, thinking: Because pumpkin soup tastes like her, mmm, although she is a bit sweeter.
“Tap, tap, tap, tap—”
Han Yi glanced over and saw Lu Changyuan standing behind the recorder, his face bearing a restrained smile. Lu Changyuan took a breath before saying, “Xiaoxu, you don’t need to type out what the Chief is thinking.”
Han Yi: ?!