Chapter 449 Meeting Sun Lizhe

Sun Lizhe indicated that he would wait here until he finished his work.

Finally, the last book was signed.

Fang Minghua said to Evans, who had been accompanying him, that his friend was coming to pick him up, and he would go with him to thank him for his help during this period.

After that, he pointed at Sun Lizhe.

Evans was quite tactful and wished Fang Minghua a few more happy days in the United States. He could send the bills and air tickets for these days to him, and the company would reimburse him.

"Mr. Minghua, don't forget the novel "Ghost"!" Evans reminded him before leaving.

Damn it.

It's killing me.

Fang Minghua waved his hand and followed Sun Lizhe out of the bookstore.

"Congratulations, Minghua, for winning the National Book Critics Circle Award, and having a beautiful writer to accompany you. You are so lucky." Sun Lizhe joked.

"Okay. I sign every day, and my hands are almost swollen." Fang Minghua said, rubbing his sore wrist.

"It means you are popular. Look, there are still so many people who haven't signed, and they are disappointed." Fang Minghua saw some readers leaving with books.

A few days ago in other cities, Fang Minghua often finished at the specified time, but when he saw the long line, he still signed for a while longer to try to meet the readers' requirements.

But today he didn't have the heart to do so.

He followed Su Lizhe into a Ford car and drove out of the city.

"Let's go to my house. Beiling (Sun Lizhe's wife) has made dumplings and is waiting for you." Sun Lizhe said.

"Dumplings? That's great! I've been eating Western food every day for more than ten days in the United States. I want to vomit!" Fang Minghua said happily.

"Beiling originally said that in order to welcome you, she would go to a restaurant for dinner. I said forget it, don't make it so troublesome, just give Minghua a meal of dumplings, which is happier than any French meal!"

"Haha, you still understand me! Of course, it would be even more perfect if there was another bowl of mutton soup." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Oh, we don't know how to make that. We'll have dumplings today and oil-splashed noodles tomorrow!"

"You know how to make oil-splashed noodles?"

"Forgot? I worked in Qinbei! I love noodles the most, but I can't find buckwheat noodles in Chicago, so I use wheat noodles, which doesn't taste authentic."

The two chatted and laughed, and the car quickly drove out of the city.

Sun Lizhe does not live in Chicago now, but in a town called Skokie in the northern suburbs. After half an hour's drive, the car finally stopped in front of a building.

It was a typical American suburban style-a two-story building with a small garden in front, a big car parked in the garage, and a basketball on the garage door.

"Not bad, you live in a villa." Fang Minghua praised.

"You also know that the company has been doing well in recent years, and we can't let ourselves down, right?" Sun Lizhe said, and took Fang Minghua into the house.

Unlike the typical American-style house outside, the inside is a typical Chinese living room layout, with a big sofa, a big TV, and various furniture. In the backyard, Fang Minghua actually found a barbecue grill!

"In Chicago, there are many people from our country, many of whom come to study with their families, so sometimes they come to my place to play on weekends and have a barbecue." Sun Lizhe explained.

"I won't eat oil-splashed noodles tomorrow, I want to eat barbecue!" Fang Minghua joked.

"No problem! I'll go to the city to purchase tomorrow morning!" Sun Lizhe said and shouted to the kitchen: "Beiling, come out, Minghua is here!"

Soon a middle-aged woman with short hair came out, her hands were still covered with flour, it was Sun Lizhe's wife Wu Beiling.

Wu Beiling graduated with a doctorate in comparative literature from Northwestern University in the United States, but now she is not engaged in literary research but running their company with Sun Lizhe.

"Sister-in-law." Fang Minghua greeted with a smile.

"Minghua, you are here, talk to Lizhe first, the dumplings are not finished yet." Wu Beiling said.

"Do you need my help?"

"No, it will be quick." Wu Beiling went back into the kitchen.

Just at this moment, a boy ran in with a younger girl.

"Call me uncle." Sun Lizhe ordered.

The little boy glanced at Fang Minghua, who had the same skin color as him, and seemed to be used to it. He called "uncle." He then pulled the little girl out of the door, and heard a quarrel.

"The two children are too naughty. It's unbearable." Sun Lizhe shook his head and said.

"Don't you want to find a nanny?"

"There are very few white people who work as nannies. I don't trust black nannies. I plan to bring my parents from China to take care of the two children." Sun Lizhe said.

"That's a good idea."

Wu Beiling wrapped the dumplings, and after they were cooked, the family began to eat.

"Oh, it's not dip dumplings, but sour soup dumplings!"

Fang Minghua looked at the other party bringing a big bowl, in which the red spicy soup was floating with green coriander, and was surprised and happy.

"I know you Xijing people love to eat sour soup dumplings. Try them. Are they authentic?" Wu Beiling said with a smile.

"Then I won't be polite."

Fang Minghua was really not polite.

He ate two large bowls in one breath and was sweating profusely.

"Comfortable." Fang Minghua rubbed his swollen belly.

After dinner, it was late. Wu Beiling had to take care of the children, so Fang Minghua and Sun Lizhe sat in the backyard and chatted.

The sky was dotted with stars, and the surroundings were quiet. The evening breeze was particularly pleasant.

"What a great place!" Fang Minghua couldn't help but sigh.

"Envy? Why don't you bring your children and wife to the United States, come to Chicago, and we can be neighbors." Sun Lizhe said with a smile.

Fang Minghua shook his head.

"I think it's better to stay in China, but it would be nice to buy a house here and live here occasionally to experience the exotic customs."

"Haha, you will enjoy it too. Then go to Los Angeles or Seattle. The scenery there is beautiful and the climate is not bad. Chicago is still a bit cold. I almost forgot. How is Tiesheng doing now? I received an email from him during the Chinese New Year this year. Letter, saying that with your help, he was admitted to the 301 Hospital and cured of his kidney disease." Sun Lizhe asked.

"I went to Yanjing for a meeting last month and saw him. His complexion was much better than before. You also know that his disease is impossible to cure and can only be controlled."

"Yes." Sun Lizhe sighed. "Tie Sheng's half life has been full of disasters. Only people like him can withstand it. Others would have collapsed a long time ago."

"So, I admire that about him."

"Hey, by the way, I almost forgot to let you see the company's financial statements. I'll get them for you." Sun Lizhe was about to stand up, but was stopped by Fang Minghua.

"No need. Didn't you already send me the financial statement during the Spring Festival? No need to read it again."

In the past three years, the Wanguo Graphic Typesetting Company run by Sun Lizhe has developed rapidly. According to the financial statements sent to Fang Minghua during the Spring Festival this year, the company's assets have reached US$5 million. Last year, it made a profit of US$900,000. It also opened a branch in Los Angeles.

"Lizhe, do you plan to return to China to develop your career? Computer typesetting technology for graphics and text is still a new industry in our country," Fang Minghua said.

Sun Lizhe pondered for a moment; "My focus now is still in the United States. The momentum here is also good. After all, my children and my wife have come here. As for returning to China for development, I will wait a few years to discuss it."

In this case, Fang Minghua didn't say much.

For Sun Lizhe's company, he only made financial investments and did not interfere with the other party's planning and operations.

"Hey, by the way, I want to go to the stock exchange tomorrow and buy some stocks. There's not much point in keeping the money in the banking industry." Fang Minghua said his plan.

"You want to buy stocks?!" Sun Lizhe was shocked when he heard this: "Don't you know that the United States just experienced a stock market crash?"