On a bustling night on Christmas, a funny chase was staged in the already congested center of Yanjing.

Crow's driving skills are very good, but on the congested roads, the ultimate he can do is to take advantage of the opportunity to make the drivers who were being rushed to swear by the road. Many times, when the red lights are congested, he can only park the car there, and there are several red lights. There are some relatively crazy fans in the car. Get off the car and chased them up. Crow is ready to order the security guards in nearby cars to block them at any time. Fortunately, the other party has not reached the front of the car these days, and the road is not as serious as the congestion. After a few red lights, the crow has been thrown away for a while. With this distance, there are no fans in the car behind him who have come down to chase. After more than a dozen intersections, he successfully completed the escape and escaped for a while before reaching the Workers Stadium.

Such things are not a strange thing. From Yang Yichen to every member responsible for his daily security, they have had experience in dealing with such things more than once. Even if they are really surrounded by fans, they will protect Yang Yichen from leaving the scene as quickly as possible after a brief response. If necessary, they can even start a helicopter within a specific city area to evacuate.

"With the traffic jam like Yanjing, you will attend some public occasions here in the future. It seems that it is really necessary to let the helicopter be used as your means of transportation." After the crow stopped the car, his whole body returned to his usual laziness, and his seriousness just disappeared from his face. After all, even if he was fully prepared, if a large number of fans were surrounded and able to ensure that Yang Yichen was safely evacuated, there would be no way to ensure the safety of every fan. Whether there would be any pushing or something like that during the crowding process, there would be no way to guarantee that it would not happen.

Yang Yichen smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I'm not worried if you are here."

The crow smiled. The most admirable thing about his boss was nothing else, his ability to be a hand-off manager.

The Workers' Stadium has been busy all day long. From stage construction, venue planning, service area setting, security construction, equipment debugging, personnel allocation to specially established emergency teams, every link is done according to the highest standards. These have been done in the past few years. Yang Yichen's arrival has no other purpose, just to send warmth and care. It is really not a show. This is his principle of being a human being and what he has ever experienced the most.

The more front-line staff members are, the less secure they feel. The rewards will make them do their best, but if they can be warmer, they will be more attentive and can achieve a 12% effect.

As long as he can be on the scene, Yang Yichen will never be stingy with time. Anyway, he, the boss, has nothing serious to do. Visiting these people who have worked silently for his glory is the biggest serious thing.

He came, basically brought some cigarettes. The company's standards for food and drink were very high, and most of the time he could determine whether he had enough time to arrive at the scene. It was obviously unrealistic to prepare large things. Preparing some supermarket cards and other things seemed to be a bit remarkable. There was only money transaction left between them, although he knew in his heart that more than 80% of people still liked to get bonuses and supermarket cards.

If you don’t smoke, you can give it to others. Two boxes per person are standard. At least the one who smokes or gives it to others, the cigarette is in your hand and you will think it is a gift from your boss. Even if you go out to brag, you will have this capital. If you exchange it for money or supermarket cards, it will feel different. You may not necessarily buy what you can use, and you will be grateful, but you will lose the taste.

As usual, Yang Yichen's arrival is a time for everyone to rest. In the area where they can smoke, everyone smokes a cigarette together. Even if they can't talk to everyone, the large group of people gathered there firstly had an atmosphere. This is a whole, not a cold relationship between the boss and the employee, but the human touch is much stronger.

"Everyone strives to finish work before 8 o'clock today. On Christmas, I am a guy who is not Santa Claus, and I will also give you a Christmas gift."

After smoking, all the staff received three sets of tickets for the movie "The Swordsman in the Snow" as Christmas gifts. On this Christmas, giving movie tickets is a very popular thing. It is not expensive, but it is not a sign of your heart. Nowadays, many adults avoid holidays, and they are not hiding the hustle and bustle, but they are hiding the means of spending money all year round. It is enough to form pressure on the gifts every year. In addition, the expenses that must be celebrated every festival, and with the progress of comparison, whether it is part money or holiday expenses, it is increasing year-on-year, which is already a heavy burden in the hearts of many people. On this Christmas, giving a few movie tickets is not a loss at all.

Celebrity festivals are often not as exciting as ordinary people. Most people are busy working, and those who are idle are resting at home. There is a little atmosphere and having a good meal with their family. Some people are not afraid of being photographed and have a friend to appear in some public places. But in the final analysis, you will never dare to have fun. Drunk is a very common thing for ordinary people. But when a celebrity is drunk, it can be considered a little negative news. Every time you add a little positive image, it is so difficult to add a little positive image in the current art world. More than 90% of celebrity artists will try to restrain themselves and strive to keep themselves clean, and at least present the audience with a positive image.

For example, Yang Yichen would not say Christmas. He accompanied the staff until eight o'clock, and the work was completed. He watched them leave with a smile on his face. All he could do was to let the crow pull himself to his grandfather's house, and then give the security around him a holiday so that they could also rest for a night.

There is an area in Yanjiao, a courtyard surrounded by walls and big trees, with two-story low-rise buildings all inside.

Yang Yichen's car has a pass here and drives into the yard. Except for the newly paved roads, everything else will bring you a full sense of age. The old two-story building is in line with one row, one small building and six families. There is a small courtyard in front of the door of the family. It is the high-roof-domestic building that was popular in the military-district courtyard in the 1960s and 1970s. It feels a bit like the townhouses today, but the house is built square and flat.

There is a large playground in the courtyard, with small woods, pavilions and corridors, various basic fitness facilities with horizontal and parallel bars, a canteen, a bathhouse, and a small market. This is like a small world, where daily necessities can be fully supplied here, and you can't see cars parked everywhere on the roadside, and there will be a small parking lot every few hundred meters.

After the car stopped, Yang Yichen saw the lights in the house, waved his hand to the crow, signaling him to pick him up tomorrow morning, and then pushed open the gate of the courtyard. Here, let alone the gate, the door is not locked, your house will not lose anything, because the living here is almost the old cadres who have completely retreated from all the troops in Yanjing-jun-district.

Mr. Tang’s courtyard house was equipped for him, and even if he retired, he would not take it back. The country would not take it back until the day he passed away. He refused and moved out of the courtyard house directly. He didn’t want the private doctor and the staff around him were not needed. When he arrived here, Mr. Tang said clearly: “There are hospitals here, people on guard, food and drink. It’s great that I am here.”

It can be said that in this courtyard, the stars on Mr. Tang’s shoulders before retirement, and even the positions he once achieved, could rank in the top three. What he wanted was a sense of tranquility. If he didn’t have an honorary consultant, he might participate in some consultant work at any time, and he wanted to go back to the southwest, go to the military district-retirement house there, and find his old friend.

When Yang Yichen entered the house, Mr. Tang was wearing an apron and serving dishes from the kitchen to the living room table. The layout of the house was almost the same as the layout of the house where Sun Haiying and Lu Liping lived in a TV series "The Years of XX Burning" that Yang Yichen had watched. However, the floor here is covered with floors, and the TV on the wall is also a large LCD.

"Come on, wash your hands and prepare for dinner. I went fishing with Lao Lu next door today. What I ate tonight was the result of my battle." The old man didn't dye his hair anymore. At first glance, he looked much older, but his whole body was still very good. The old foundation that he had been exercising for many years began to play its role at this time, making Mr. Tang, who was already in his 80s, still look so tough.

It was very comfortable to eat for a meal and didn't drink. After dinner, Yang Yichen washed dishes. The old man sat on the sofa and peeled two apples. When Yang Yichen came out, he handed him one.

Watching a war movie on the movie channel, the grandfather and grandson sat there without too much conversation, and they were just talking about the plot in the movie. At 10:40, the movie ended, and the old man turned off the TV. Yang Yichen stood up and walked upstairs.

One stood up from the sofa, and the other had already stepped up the stairs that had reached five or six steps.

In the eyes of some people, the life of grandparents and grandchildren this night is not as important as the last minute, but they don’t know that in the hearts of grandparents and grandchildren, this final conversation is just a few words occasionally when they think about it. It is not as important as the time spent together eating, watching movies, sitting side by side together.

"Someone has come to me and told me to drive it away."

"Grandpa, it's fine as you like. Now no one can force us to do things we don't like to do."

"I know you have a promising future. When you leave early tomorrow morning, take away the small book by your bed."

"Yeah." Yang Yichen didn't ask what it was and continued to go up the stairs. When he pushed open the door and opened the lights in the room upstairs, the lights downstairs were also turned off by Mr. Tang. When he saw the old man walking into the bedroom downstairs, the lights in the bedroom were on, and the figures that reflected the back were still so straight.

"Ghosts and monsters, the little ghost in front of the throne of hell, what is it?"

Yang Yichen's mouth raised slightly, and he felt like a relative. It's great. No matter how great the setbacks you have experienced outside, how much pressure you are, how strong the enemy you are going to face, when you return home, your family will be your strongest backing.

The small book on the bedside, when you open the first page, Yang Yichen's eyes are slightly wet...
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