The next day was Sunday. Zhao Yufeng asked the kitchen to prepare flour and soybean oil, and ran to the back house to report to Chen Zikun: "Master, you have all arranged it and you can leave."

Chen Zikun said that he did not inform Secretary Liu, so it would be impolite to go rashly.

Zhao Yufeng said that there was no notice. If this matter was told in advance, it would be useless. All he wanted was the taste of a private visit. Take a look at the situation of Secretary Liu's house. Dashen, you'd better wear casual clothes and don't scare others.

Chen Zikun thought about it, and when he supervised the situation, he went to the girl's house, not to mention scaring the Liu family, even the whole street would be sensational. This would be bad.

So, Chen Zikun changed into a long green cloth gown, put on a top hat, pulled Ruan Mingchuan and went to the Liu family in a slight dress. Zhao Yufeng also changed into casual clothes, serving him in front of the saddle and horse, without using a car. This thing is rare in the provincial capital. He was afraid of shocking the people, so he only found a few rickshaw cars, pulled flour and soybean oil, and rushed straight to the family address written on Liu Ting's registration form.

Liu Ting's family lives in an alley next to the street of Luma City, the provincial capital. A group of wild children are fighting. When Zhao Yufeng saw it, he stepped forward and scolded, "Whatever you make, get up!"

The half-grown children scattered, and saw a boy lying on the ground, covered in footprints and mud. Zhao Yufeng said, "This child must be broken."

The little boy got up, his eyes were lit, and he patted the dust on his body, and said carelessly: "It's okay, just think it's tickling me."

Zhao Yufeng said, "Oh, boy is a little interesting. Give me a way, I'll give you a dime."

The little boy said, "Where are you going and who are you looking for?"

Zhao Yufeng said: "I am looking for a family named Liu in this alley. His family has a daughter named Liu Ting, who is a student of Jiang University."

"I know you, come with me." The little boy led the way and led them to the door of a house deep in the alley. The red painted door has been a bit old, and the paint has been peeling off. The brush calligraphy on the couplet is very good. The couplet is ordinary, and the door is half open, and you can see a cluster of green bamboos growing deep in the yard.

The little boy pushed the door and went in: "Sister, there is a guest."

"Where did the guests come from?" Liu Ting's voice came from the yard. She was resting at home today. She was not wearing her clothes when she was working, but a gray cloth coat with patches. Her hands were covered with pancreatic foam and she was sitting on a small stool rubbing clothes.

Several children were playing in the yard. The older ones were holding the younger ones. They all had dishes, their clothes were worn but they were washed clean, which showed that the housewife was very good at managing the house.

A group of children of all sizes stared at the uninvited guests. Liu Ting saw that it was Director Chen and Director Zhao who were visiting the door. She was at a loss for a moment and panicked: "Super..."

Zhao Yufeng interrupted her: "The Supervisory Office is here to bring warmth to the staff. Don't be polite, let's go."

Seeing that they were all dressed in casual clothes, Liu Ting immediately understood and supervised that this was a private visit, so she stopped talking and invited them to sit in the house.

The person who pulled the cart helped to remove the noodle pocket and soybean oil from the cart. A group of children did not say anything, and stood timidly, with joy in their eyes.

Zhao Yufeng took out a dime and said, "Little brother, I'll reward you."

The boy who brought them in quickly waved his hand: "Sir, you are a guest, how can I ask for your money?"

After entering the door, Chen Zikun looked at it. The Liu family was indeed poor, but he clearly felt that it was a decaying family of books. There were hundreds of classics on the bookshelf, four treasures of the study on the table, and a few words were hung on the wall, which were the same as the Spring Festival couplets at the door. It seemed that they were written by the owner.

Liu Ting was busy making tea, but there was no hot water in the kettle. She was so anxious that she turned around. Zhao Yufeng said, "Secretary Liu, don't be polite. Let's sit for a while and leave. Ling Zun is not at home?"

"My father is out, do you have something to do with him?" Liu Ting was very confused.

"Hasn't Ling Zun done it in the newspaper hall? My friend, who happened to want to run a newspaper in Jiangdong, I would like to ask Ling Zun for some things," Chen Zikun explained.

"That's it." Liu Ting shouted outside: "Xiaoyong, go and call my dad."

Xiaoyong was the boy who led the way. He responded and went out in a flash, but soon ran back and shouted at the top of his voice: "Sister, Dad is back."

A thin middle-aged man hurried over. When he entered the yard, he saw the flour pockets under the eaves. He was stunned. When he entered the door, Chen Zikun and the other three stood up. Liu Ting introduced generously: "Dad, these are my...friends, Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Ruan."

"Sit down quickly, Ting'er, make tea." Liu's father said hurriedly, but there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Ruan Mingchuan took the lead and took out his business card and handed it over: "Mr. Liu, I am Ruan Mingchuan, from Beijing Beijing News."

Liu's father took the business card with both hands and stepped back and said, "It turned out to be the famous reporter Ruan in the capital. I admire him for a long time and my brother Liu Cunren." He became much more enthusiastic in his words. He understood that these uninvited guests were coming to find him, not to have a daughter's idea.

Chen Zikun had no business card. Both of him and Zhao Yufeng appeared as Ruan Mingchuan's followers. Both sides just exchanged simple greetings, said lucky to meet, shook hands, and then sat down.

"Mr. Liu, that's right. I'm going to run a newspaper in Jiangdong. I heard that you are an old senior in the newspaper industry. I'm here to consult for a while and I hope you can give me advice." Ruan Mingchuan said straight to the point.

When talking about newspapers, Liu Cunren immediately became energetic and did not stutter. He was a veteran of the Jiangdong Times. All the articles published were passed by him. When talking about his views on news and the direction of the newspaper's development, he talked freely, his profound understanding and profound knowledge made Ruan Mingchuan look at him with admiration.

"Jiangdong is a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. Mr. Liu, would you like to run a newspaper with me?" Ruan Mingchuan was a straightforward person and immediately sent an invitation.

But Liu's father hesitated.

Liu Ting was impatient, but she couldn't interrupt.

After a while, Liu's father said, "I'm going to hide it from the newspaper office a few days ago. According to industry rules, I can't work in the same industry for at least three months, so... I hope I can't afford it."

Ruan Mingchuan and Chen Zikun looked at each other and nodded secretly. Liu's father was indeed a gentleman.

"Okay, we won't bother you anymore and come to visit you again the next day." Ruan Mingchuan said goodbye, but Liu's father didn't force him to stay and stood up to see him off.

When I arrived at the door, I met Liu's mother back. I had to introduce it again. Liu's mother stopped Ruan Mingchuan without saying anything: "It's already noon, where to go? Stay here for dinner. Ting'er, go wash vegetables, Xiaoyong, go to drink wine. Don't be idle at the head of the house. Let's talk to the guests. There are no good food in our house, so please don't let me go."

Everyone was surprised. Liu's father was a gentleman, but Liu's mother was like a hero among girls. She was hard to refuse her affection. Ruan Mingchuan and Zhao Yufeng both looked at Chen Zikun.

"Since Mrs. Liu is so polite, we should be respectful and obey our orders." Chen Zikun said.

A trace of doubt flashed in Liu Cunren's eyes. It turned out that this young man with a beard was the leader.

The lunch meal was simple and elegant. A fish, a plate of bamboo shoots, a plate of shallots, a plate of fennel beans, and a pot of wine, four people talked about the wine. When talking about politics, Liu's father drank a few glasses of wine and talked about his temperament, saying: "The Beiyang government has not lived for three years."

Chen Zikun said: "Beiyang is in a daze and destruction is a matter of time sooner or later. How can Mr. Liu calculate so clearly?"

Liu Cunren said: "There is the will of heaven in the dark. In the fourth year of Yuan Shikai, Duan Qirui, and Cao Kun, now he is the head of Zhang again. It must be another four years. Forty-forty-six, and the 27th year of the Republic of China, Beiyang will inevitably collapse."

Chen Zikun and Ruan Mingchuan looked at each other and smiled at each other, "Gao Lun."

Liu Cunren said proudly: "Where are there."

Chen Zikun said: "Mr. Liu, how do you think about the political situation in Jiangdong?"

Liu Cunren looked serious and said, "The person Chen Supervisor Chen has done a lot of work on the surface."

As soon as this said, the air became a little nervous. Zhao Yufeng coughed dryly and signaled Liu Ting, who was serving the food in, to dissuade her father. Liu Ting understood it and said, "Dad, you are drunk, don't talk nonsense."

Liu's father came up with alcohol, squinted his eyes regardless of his daughter's hint, and pointed his chopsticks in the air: "The people's livelihood in Jiangdong Province is in decline. Every year during the flood season, the Huaijiang River will be flooded, the people are displaced, the countryside is hungry, and the rural land annexation is serious. For those who are unkind, small dolls make big dolls, usury is money, and the county government's security guard group township office squeezes the people like wolves and tigers. Did Chen Supervisor see these?"

The people in the room were silent, but Chen Zikun raised his glass: "Mr. Liu, I say it well, I respect you. How could Chen Zikun be more than Sun Kaiqin?"

Liu Cunren raised his cup, dried up with a mouthful, smacked his lips, picked up a piece of fennel bean and ate it, and said, "Chen Zikun is naturally more than ten times better than Sun Kaiqin, but it is limited to character. In terms of governance, there is no difference between Chen and Sun. Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, look at what he has done since he took office in Jiangdong? He spent most of his time in Shanghai, spending money in Beijing, sending electricity all day, earning fame and attention, haha, this is exactly the same as his mentor Wu Peifu. In four words, he is accustomed to show off!"

"Dad!" Liu Ting was almost crying anxiously, and couldn't help but stomp her feet and shout.

"Oh, Dad is drinking too much." Liu Cunren finally realized what he was doing and smiled embarrassedly: "I like to drink two glasses. I don't have a good alcohol tolerance and I like to talk nonsense. Don't blame me, don't blame me."

Ruan Mingchuan smiled and said, "Old Liu, I think you are a proofreader. It's better for me to run a newspaper. You are an editor. Let's write articles together to scold Chen Zikun."

Liu Cunren said hurriedly: "I dare not, I dare not, I just drank too much and just talk nonsense. How could I go to the newspaper?"

At this end of the political discussion, everyone was a little excited and left the banquet. Chen Zikun and others said goodbye. Liu Cunren and his eldest daughter took the guests to the entrance of the alley.

When she returned home, Liu's mother complained: "You, don't show off if you don't have the alcohol tolerance. If you drink too much, you will scare others. Who dares to hire you?"

Liu Cunren held the small teapot while drinking tea, and said, "It's okay, I know this reporter Ruan. He has always been known for his fierce words. By the way, Ting'er, what are the other two guests? Is it a professor at Jiang University?"

Liu Ting: "The tall one is Director Chen, and the fair and clean one is Director Zhao, the Adjutant Officer of the Public Administration."

"What!" The small teapot fell to the ground and smashed it to pieces. Liu's father was stunned.
Chapter completed!