During the dinner, she whispered a few words to her secretary from time to time, appearing quite mysterious.
Seeing Yue Wen's eagerness to try, she gently stopped him, "I'm afraid Master Wen has his own plans." After arriving in Xiangjiang, Yue Wen had to let Shao Yuqiong know the purpose of his trip. Since Shao Yuqiong knew it, then Yu Gong Yu
I will personally make plans for Yue Wen and Qin Wan.
If the literary master is brought back to his roots, then Xinhe Company will be a great contributor, and it will add another bargaining chip to the future cooperation with Furong Port.
"The literary master has his own plans, and we also have our own ideas. This is not a contradiction," Yue Wen said with a smile, "I will mention it when it should be mentioned."
"According to Secretary Zui, the literary master is interested in a place in Suzhou, where his old friend, the old monk Yi Shen, is the abbot of Lengyan Temple." It seems that Shao Yuqiong still worked very hard.
Yuan Shuying looked at Yue Wen, but she remained silent. It was Yue Wen's style that she faced difficulties and faced them head-on.
She has witnessed countless times from possibility to impossibility, from despair to hope.
Sure enough, Yue Wen seized an opportunity and invited with a smile, "Master Wen, Dean Fang told us that you want to return to the mainland for retirement." He noticed the change in Master Wen's face, "We have Yanshan Mountain in Pingzhou, and there is
There is a Jinji Ridge, and there is a Jinji Lake on the ridge. People in my hometown hope that you can go back and return to your roots."
The literary master smiled and said, "This also requires opportunity." With just such a sentence, he dismissed Yue Wen.
Yue Wen still refused to give up, "Jinji Ling has beautiful scenery, but it is not very famous, but the air is absolutely good. We also want to build it into the country's hometown of longevity. Our natural resources are no worse than Bama in Guangxi." He suddenly felt like
As if he remembered something, he took out a letter written by Luo Hongmin, "This is a letter from our Qinwan Municipal Party Committee Secretary Luo to you."
Seeing the clerk solemnly accepting the letter, Yue Wen smiled, but he was thinking in his heart, why did his words sound like he was sitting on the stage giving a report? The atmosphere of official documents in the agency was too strong, so he couldn't say this.
, saying this will not impress the writers.
"Thank you, Secretary Luo. Again, it depends on the opportunity." Master Wen said with a smile.
This was equivalent to an indirect rejection, but the reason for the rejection was not clear. Shao Yuqiong gave Yue Wen a wink to stop Yue Wen from continuing.
Yue Wen smiled and took out a jar from his bag. Master Wen's eyes were immediately attracted to the jar.
"Master Literary, I didn't bring anything with me when I came. It's not that I don't want to bring anything, but I want to invite you to go back to your hometown to see it in person, eat the grapes from your hometown, taste the apples from your hometown, and catch up with the Zhou Tuan Fair in your hometown.
"
"Zhou Tuan's big gathering?" Master Wen's eyes lit up.
"This is a jar of Wenjiazhuang soil I dug in Canglang District before I came," Yue Wen said solemnly. "You also said in your book that if you don't like the soil and water, you can soak the soil from your hometown in water and drink it.
It has been wandering outside for decades, so please keep this jar of soil."
The writer put down the cigarette in his hand, gently took the ceramic jar, grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it gently with his hands, then brought it to his nose and smelled it, gently closed his eyes, and then opened them again
opened.
"Master Literary, I have time this month." The secretary walked up to the Master and said softly.
Shao Yuqiong looked at Yue Wen mischievously and winked.
Yue Wen also smiled. This Shao Yuqiong is really good at seizing opportunities. At this time, he wanted to give pillows to sleep and a fan on a hot day. It seemed that Master Wen's determination should be made.
"Okay, then I will go back to my hometown." Wen Shixiang made a lot of determination, and Yue Wen immediately said, "On behalf of the 10 million people of Qinwan, I welcome you and welcome you to come home and have a look."
The literary master stood up and walked to the desk, "You gave me the soil from my hometown, so I can't let you go back empty-handed." He opened the drawer, took out two red envelopes from it, and gave them to Yue Wen and Yuan Shuying.
, "You are the juniors, take it."
Yuan Shuying wanted to refuse, but Yue Wen took it with a smile, "Master Wen gave it to us, we will take it."
"Yes, yes, this was given to me by others. I don't catch money either. Wealth has eight legs. It comes and goes as fast as it comes." The writer smiled and walked to the desk and took out a seal. "Today,
I'm very attached to the little boy Yue Wen, so I don't want to give him a gift, so this seal is just a small gift."
Yue Wen took it solemnly, and Shao Yuqiong's eyes widened again. It was a fine chicken blood stone with several seal characters engraved on it. Yue Wen gently put the seal on his hand.
"May heaven always give birth to good people, and may people always do good deeds."
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When the golden wind, rain and dew meet, they will conquer countless people in the world.
Luo Hongmin, member of the Standing Committee of the Shanhai Provincial Committee and senior official of Qinwan City, personally went to the airport to greet him. Yang Yulu, member of the Standing Committee of the Shanhai Provincial Committee and Minister of Propaganda of the Provincial Committee, personally went to the airport to greet him. Cao Lin, member of the Standing Committee of the Shanhai Provincial Committee and Minister of United Front Work, personally went to the airport to greet him.
Xu Wenxian, a senior provincial official, met with Wen Shi in person, and Wen Shi and his party returned to Qinwan the next day.
But what Yue Wen didn't expect was that Master Wen did not go directly to Jinjiling, but chose to go to Zhou Tuan Dajian.
He wore a beige windbreaker and walked in front with a stoic expression and a very relaxed step.
Luo Hongmin, Zheng Quan, Huo Da and other city leaders and Jiang Sheng and other district leaders followed behind. Yue Wen accompanied the literary teacher and introduced enthusiastically.
"When I was a kid, during the Chinese New Year, everyone would come to attend the Zhou Tuan Fair," the literary teacher said with great interest. "During the Chinese New Year, there were huge crowds of people. I remember that there were everything for sale, and you could buy whatever you wanted.
If you buy it, you won’t be afraid of not being able to buy it.”
"Now we have a wider range of goods. We have them all over the country, in mountains and seas, and they are all here." Yue Wen said with a smile, looking at the dazzling array of goods and enthusiastically responding to the vendors on Furong Street, he felt very proud.
Here, there is his mark.
"Didn't Zhou Tuan gather here before?" The literary master did not stay in the greenhouse for too long, but walked to the outdoor area outside.
"Oh, are these grapes from Luoyan Mountain?" Wenshi smiled and stopped in front of a stall.
There is a saying that has been circulating in Qinwan that there is Turpan in the west and Luoyan Mountain in the east. The name of Luoyan Mountain grapes is not for nothing. The skin is thin and the meat is tender, sweet and juicy, and super refreshing....
"Try it. This is grown by my family. It has not been treated with pesticides and can be eaten directly." The vendor was not frightened when he saw a group of people following him, because he knew Yue Wen among this group of people.
"Our Secretary Yue can testify that we have set up stalls here all year round and all our grapes are our own. Please try our own wine."
The literary master smiled and picked up the grapes and ate them, "Well, it still tastes the same as when I was a kid."
The vendor smiled and poured him a glass of wine from a plastic bucket. It was purple in color and had thick juice. The writer also smiled and took it. He raised the glass with both hands and drank it all in one gulp.