142 The disappearing god of pick-up, distinguished guest
The Secretary-General and Minister Xu didn't know Jiang Fuli, but even if they didn't, they felt a strong sense of oppression as soon as they opened the door.
It was so heavy that they didn't dare to lift their heads.
Ming Dongheng, who followed Jiang Fuli, was born so many years ago.
Even if Jiang Fuli told you not to go to college before, I have never felt such a strong sense of oppression.
Xiangcheng's surname is Ren?
Ming Dongheng didn't know how they dared to say that.
He directly stretched out his hand, picked up the Secretary-General and Minister Xu one by one, and threw them out, "You go in first, I will handle it."
Let Jiang Fuli handle this matter, I'm afraid the whole Chen family will shed a layer of skin.
Wait for Jiang Fuli to enter.
Ming Dongheng lowered his head and glanced at the Secretary-General and Minister Xu, "Chen Yongkun's people?"
After Jiang Fuli left, the two secretaries-general felt relieved. However, before the secretary-general could calm down, Ming Dongheng's next sentence made his liver and gallbladder split.
As Ren Qian's top leader, the secretary-general naturally received Bureau Chen's information.
Although Ren Qian and the others called him "Master Chen" every time, it didn't mean that he didn't know Master Chen's name.
Looking at the reaction of the Secretary-General, Ming Dongheng knew that he was right. He didn't bother to talk to the Secretary-General: "I will let Chen Yongkun communicate with you."
After saying that, he opened the door again and went in, locking the two of them outside.
Minister Xu had just been transferred, so naturally he had never heard of Chen Yongkun's name. Ming Dongheng, Jiang Fuli and others had already entered the room, so he raised his head and looked at the Secretary-General: "Who are these two people? Who is Chen Yongkun?"
Preconceptions, Ji Shaojun's family made him despise Bai Pian.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the secretary-general's face turned pale.
"Chen...Mr. Chen..." The secretary-general's fingers trembled, and he suddenly realized that he was in the wrong place to show off his authority today, "Hurry back and find sir!"
Based on the momentum of those two people, the Secretary-General has no doubt that the Chen Yongkun mentioned by Ming Dongheng has the same name.
As for the Ji family, he originally thought that today's matter would be easily solved, but now it has something to do with Mr. Chen?
He almost ran downstairs.
Behind him, Minister Xu realized that something seemed wrong.
He followed him downstairs, and when he got downstairs, he turned around and looked at the almost dilapidated building behind him in a daze.
Who is Chen Yongkun?
**
Ji family.
Shen Qing was grabbed by Bai Zian's sleeve, "A Zian, please let me go find Mr. Secretary to talk to you, don't hold me..."
She looked anxious.
The Ren family's status in Xiangcheng is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is located in a remote area. It can be said that they are the emperor of the country. Shen Qing cannot understand other things, but the secretary-general's words about "school" made Shen Qing panic!
She knew that Bai Zian was serious about studying.
Ji Heng often said that Bai Zian studied until late at night and wanted to work hard to get a bachelor's degree.
"Auntie, what are you in a hurry for?" Bai Qian was strong enough to force Shen Qing to sit down and comforted her: "In the worst case, I'll change schools."
The No. 1 Middle School in Xiangcheng is pretty good. Why would I change to another school?
Shen Qing opened his mouth, "You kid, don't hold me back! What do you know? Are you like your uncle who can't think straight? What are you talking about with the Ren family? You won't be able to catch up with Mr. Secretary soon."
!”
Halfway through her words, she suddenly felt a chill in the entire hall, and she suddenly shivered.
When he raised his head, he saw a tall figure slowly coming in.
The other party lowered his head slightly, his fine black hair hung slightly, his complexion was cold and white, his light-colored eyes were devoid of excess emotion, his black windbreaker was casually open, and his ice and snow appearance made even this old hall stand out.
It has to be unique.
Shen Qing recognized the young man from the police station almost immediately.
Bai Qian was still thinking about how to stop Shen Qing. Unexpectedly, Shen Qing automatically shut up without even saying a word.
She slowly touched her chin and found it useful.
"Don't worry," Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He, who was sitting on the ground playing a puzzle, and said to Shen Qing, "It'll be okay."
"Really?" Shen Qing was a little hesitant.
From the perspective of ordinary citizens, she always feels that the Ren family is an insurmountable mountain.
Jiang Fuli said calmly: "How can Xiangcheng be named Ren? Xiangcheng belongs to the people."
Bai Zian nodded, "That's right."
"Ah," Shen Qing felt something was wrong, but felt that it made sense, "It seems like what you said is true. Ah, if you let go, it hurts me to death."
She rubbed her hand that hurt from Bai Qian's scratching, and went in to make tea for Jiang Fuli.
And brought her a new cup.
"You didn't lie to me, did you?" Shen Qing handed the tea cup to Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa, took the new cup with "Darunduo Supermarket" printed on it, lowered his head, blew it gracefully, and took a sip, "Of course."
Jiang Fuli is good at bluffing people.
Just sitting there is worth thousands of troops. Even if he told Shen Qing that the sun in the sky is square, Shen Qing would feel that what he said was not unreasonable.
"That's good." Shen Qing rolled his eyes and began to ask Jiang Fuli for information, "Xiao Jiang, where are you from..."
"..."
Bai Zian also had a headache listening to it.
"Auntie, we still have to go out and visit some places." She picked up Jiang He and said, "Let's go first."
"Hey -" Shen Qing shouted from inside the door, "Hehe, remember to come over and play with your sister next time!"
Jiang He, who was being carried by Bai Zian, looked back at Shen Qing with difficulty.
When they got downstairs, Bai Qian let him come down. Jiang He stared at the excavators that had just entered the community for a long time.
**
Bai Zian didn't go to the library in the afternoon.
Ming Dongheng drove the car to the address she said.
It was an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He stopped the car and looked up to see a small dilapidated courtyard house. He was stunned and said, "This is..."
Jiang Fuli also got out of the car and stood in front of the door, looking at the plaque half hanging outside the door——
【Xingyi Martial Arts School】
The entire courtyard is very large, estimated to be five or six acres.
But it is almost on the outskirts of the city and not many people pass by.
The door is made of heavy red elm wood. The four hairpins have almost faded, but you can still tell they are peonies. The bronze door knocker has faded away from its original color.
Bai Qian stepped onto the steps, stretched out her hand and knocked on the door knocker three times.
No one came to open the door.
"Are you looking for Master Jin?" A man riding a scooter passed by and wiped his sweat with a towel, grinning, "He should have gone to work on the construction site and will probably come back at ten o'clock in the evening."
Bai Zian had long known from Mao Kun that the martial arts gym was closed.
But he never expected that the person who opened the martial arts gym would be at the construction site.
"Thank you." She put down her hand and thanked the man.
"I want to open a book association next door," Bai Qian walked down the stairs step by step and told Jiang Fuli what he thought, "I have searched for information about this martial arts school on the Internet, and it is very big."
The book association does not take up much space.
Jiang Fuli raised his head and looked at the closed door next to the martial arts gym. He guessed what Bai Qian was thinking almost as soon as Ming Dongheng drove the car here.
He took Bai Qian around and pointed to the spacious opposite side of the martial arts hall: "You can apply for a bus stop here. Traffic is the most important no matter what time."
Bai Zian initially handed over the calligraphy association completely to the Culture and Tourism Bureau, but today she changed her mind.
If left to them, people in Xiangcheng may not be able to learn calligraphy equally.
She decided to do it herself.
There is also a martial arts gym.
Bai Zian raised his head and looked at the half-hanging plaque.
Recalling what Mao Kun said that most children nowadays learn Taekwondo and Judo, Ning Xiao also said that Muay Thai is also very popular.
She looked away.
"Martial arts school?" Bai Zian was not used to typing on a computer. Jiang Fuli got in the car, took out his notebook, opened the document, and typed on the keyboard with one hand to help her plan, "What else?"
He casually placed the computer on his lap, his cold white fingertips pressed against the black keyboard, occasionally tilting his head to listen carefully to Bai Zian's ideas.
After finishing the fight, he sent it to Jiang Xijue to brainstorm ideas.
Jiang Xijue, who was resolute in the financial world, thought that Jiang Fuli had sent a document that was something serious. He interrupted the meeting and went back to the office to check. It turned out to be a plan for a local calligraphy association and martial arts hall...
Qiu Xuezheng, who was helpless with his enemies, soon received a perfect project.
**
Ren family.
Ji Shaorong looked at the gift thrown out the door by Ren Wanxuan and couldn't help but press his forehead.
I am also used to it. Ren Wanxuan likes to throw things away when she loses her temper. Whether they are gifts from him or from Ren Qian, she has thrown them into the trash can. However, Ren Qian's way of raising girls is to raise them richly.
He didn't think there was any problem at all.
Ren Wanxuan was taught by Ren Qian, and Ji Shaorong had no right to interfere. Sometimes if he said one more thing, the secretary-general would label him as someone who wanted to take advantage of the Ren family.
Not to mention him, not even Ren Jiawei can get involved.
Ji Shaorong picked up the gift heavily.
When I went downstairs, I saw the Secretary-General coming in from the door. He and the Secretary-General have always disliked each other, and it has become more and more obvious in recent years.
But this year the Secretary-General has no time to mock him.
He went upstairs to find Ren Qian with a pale face.
As soon as I entered the study, a tea cup was thrown at me!
"Xiangcheng belongs to the Ren family, do you dare to say that?" Ren Qian looked at the secretary-general in disbelief, "His surname is Xu, he is a fool. You have been in this position for so many years and you still can't see clearly?"
The Secretary-General has never made such a big mistake.
Mainly because he never cared about the Ji family, "Mr. Ren, I didn't know they knew Mr. Chen..."
"Whether they know Mr. Chen or not, I ask you how dare you say this?" Ren Qian had never been so angry. After a while, he sat down in his chair, as if he had aged more than ten years.
, "I have been suspended for half a month now."
The secretary-general's mind was buzzing.
"Go tell Wan Xuan," Ren Qian said. He has never done anything bad in so many years, and he is not afraid of being investigated. "Tell her that she can't join the calligraphy association."
As for Minister Xu...
He has done so many bad things that no one can save him.
**
Ren Wanxuan didn't know what happened to the Ren family.
She has received a notice from Qiu Xuezheng that Bai Qian is going to open a book association alone, in a place where birds don't shit.
Ren Wanxuan was originally depressed about not being able to join the calligraphy association. After hearing the news, she suddenly lost interest in joining the calligraphy association——
[Senior brother, do you still want to join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association? 】
Jiang Jing.
Xiangcheng belongs to Beicheng. Vice President Qian has announced the news that Xiangcheng is opening a calligraphy association in Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and encourages everyone to join Xiangcheng members——
[The Xiangcheng Calligraphers Association is the organization that holds the first place in the Lanting Award this time]
This news shocked many people in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and many people were ready to take action.
"I remember you are also from Xiangcheng, right?" Jian Rong was also very thoughtful. He looked at Qiu Boqing. Xiangcheng was very average, but this Bai Jian was really attractive to people from the calligraphy association. "Captain Qian helped me sign up.
Already."
Jian Rong held a registration form in her hand.
"I advise you not to go. I'm already thinking of a way to withdraw." Qiu Boqing pursed her lower lip and said to Jian Rong and the people around her, "I'll give you a vaccination. You know where in Xiangcheng, even though she
She was the first, but she only joined the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, not the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is located in a suburb. Vice Chairman Qian will definitely have to decentralize a few people. I advise you to quickly find connections if you have the connections.
, don’t let yourself be delegated.”
"In a newly established junior association, there are still no people who have joined the calligraphy association. Once you get in, it will be difficult to get out."
With that said, Qiu Boqing also wrote an application report to Qiu Xuezheng.
The others looked at each other, they knew where Xiangcheng was.
Most people who want to go go because of the reputation of "Baizhan", but if Baizhai is not like the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, what is the use of it?
If you don’t join the calligraphy association, you won’t be able to find senior teachers. If you stay here all your life, what kind of development can you achieve?
Who has not fought hard for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, and who is willing to be sent to Xiangcheng where there is no future?
One is poor and two is white.
There are no famous teachers, and the only one who can be called famous is Qiu Xuezheng, who is of average strength in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.
"She performed exceptionally well this time. If she didn't join the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, there would be no teacher to teach her how to develop in the future? I'll tell my grandfather and ask him to find a way to say hello to Deputy Captain Qian. I'll apply to withdraw," Jian Rong frowned and stopped thinking.
, "I have the third prize, which is enough to meet the application threshold of Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. Find a better teacher to teach me."
"Brother," he just stood up, and a boy came over behind him, "You're not going, right? Can you give me the application form?"
"You?" Jian Rong looked at the boy and recognized that he was his second uncle's son: "Jian Zhe? Why are you going to Xiangcheng?"
He looked at Jian Zhe as if he was looking at someone with a mental disability.
They are all looking for connections and are not allowed to go to Xiangcheng, but some people want to go to Xiangcheng voluntarily?
"My female brother..." Jian Zhe scratched his head, "I want to see the stone in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. You were selected by Deputy Team Qian and it is difficult to quit. It will be different if I go in your place. Grandpa will definitely not
Will refuse."
mainly……
Jian Zhe only saw the work today and realized that Bai Qian wrote Liang Ti.
And he also studied Liang Ti.
"Whatever you want," Jian Rong glanced at Jian Zhe and handed him the registration form: "Then you tell grandpa yourself, I'm not forcing you."
Watching Jian Zhe take the registration form.
Jian Rong seemed to have thrown away some package, feeling light.
Jian Zhe took the registration form and called his grandfather again.
The Jian family valued Jian Rong. When he heard that Jian Zhe had gone to a quiet place in Jian Rong's place, Grandpa Jian was naturally very willing and didn't ask any questions.
**
After Jian Zhe submitted the list, he flew back to Beicheng the next day.
Then I transferred to a train and arrived in Xiangcheng after a dusty journey. It was already Monday afternoon.
No one from the Jian family came to see him off.
He was not surprised at all. He was not the one chosen by fate.
Jian Zhe arrived at the calligraphy association alone with his suitcase. Qiu Xuezheng was sweeping the floor outside the door.
Seeing him, he raised his head and smiled: "Jian Zhe, right? Come in first, we will have a member meeting at six o'clock."
Bai Qian quietly organized a book association without a launching ceremony or press conference.
She only personally invited old local calligraphers who had not passed the examination to join.
He picked up the pen and wrote the plaque "Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association".
Jian Zhe heard what Qiu Boqing said before and thought that the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was very desolate and dilapidated. Unexpectedly, when he actually arrived here, he found that the things here were very old, but very simple.
He held the tea cup and took a sip.
"Where did this tea come from?" Jian Zhe looked up at Qiu Xuezheng, feeling very strange in his heart.
This tea...
Why does it look so much like Lao Banzhangcha...
Why do you know so clearly?
Because his grandfather gave Jian Rong a tea cake when Jian Rong was shortlisted for the Lanting Award. Jian Rong showed off it for a year and even gave it to Jian Zhe. Jian Zhe remembered it clearly.
He even felt that this brown color was much better than Jian Rong's one.
"Here," Qiu Xuezheng pointed to a big jar at the back, "Classmate Bai brought this here. Do you like to drink it? You can decorate it and take it back later. There is little money here, so there are just these things..."
He sighed.
Jian Zhe stared blankly at a jar dozens of centimeters high placed behind him, then lowered his head to look at the tea in his hand.
"?"
At that time, the piece of tea cake was simply shown off for a long time.
So many... That shouldn't be Lao Banzhang Tea, right?
It's close to six o'clock.
Bai Qian brought Jiang He over.
She was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, carrying a bag in her hand, with her hair pulled up, and walked into the calligraphy association hall at sunset.
"Then we're all here," Qiu Xuezheng invited some senior teachers out, and then said to Bai Qian, "Today is the first all-member meeting. Although there are no people, it will be difficult at the beginning..."
Jian Zhe sat next to Bai Qian and looked at the few people sitting on the octagonal table.
Some understand what Qiu Boqing means.
"Teacher Qiu, wait a minute," Bai Qian lowered her head to read English. When she heard Qiu Xuezheng's words, she raised her head, put her arm lightly on the table, crossed her legs, and supported her chin with her other hand to look out the door, "still
There is a person."
"who?"
Qiu Xuezheng was stunned.
He received no other applications.
Just as he was talking, a slender figure slowly appeared at the main entrance in the dusk. He still held a mobile phone in his hand and walked forward slowly along the bluestone road.
Qiu Xuezheng recognized it at a glance. It was the man sitting next to Bai Qian in the cafe before.
Jian Zhe was lying on the table talking to Bai Qian.
As if feeling the gaze, he raised his head and sat up straight.
There were other people sitting on the Eight Immortals table. They were all chatting and laughing, but when they saw Jiang Fuli, they all became very nervous for some unknown reason.
Jian Zhe half-moved his buttocks, thinking about making room for this big boss.
However, before he could stand up, Jiang He, who was sitting on the other side of Bai Qian, stood up in a familiar manner and sat down on the stool beside him expressionlessly.
Jian Zhe: "...?"
Jiang Fuli casually pulled up the chair next to Bai Qian, sat down leisurely and said hello to the people at the Eight Immortals table, "You can talk casually, I'll just listen."
He acted like I was just listening.
But facing him, can Qiu Xuezheng be free?
"It's like this. We have a total of seven...eight members in the first generation this time," Qiu Xuezheng took the notebook and read one by one. At the end, he looked at Jiang Fuli hesitantly, "Please, may I ask..."
"Jiang Fuli, Fuli in Turkic language." Jiang Fuli tapped his fingertips on the table and leaned lazily on the back of his chair as he announced his name.
Qiu Xuezheng nodded, added his name, and asked, "Is it the first time to join the Calligraphy Association, or the second time?"
"Second addition."
Qiu Xuezheng was surprised again. He thought Jiang Fuli was the same as Bai Qian. It was the first time.
After all, Jiang Fuli has an elite aura, more like someone who is engaged in finance and politics than someone who is engaged in art.
"Second joining," he took a sip of tea and continued writing on the paper. "Which book association did you join before? Is there any rating?"
"Chinese Calligraphers Association, rating..." Jiang Fuli said lazily, then thought for a moment: "Be a special member."
Holding a pen, Qiu Xuezheng, who was about to write down Jiang Fuli's information, paused and looked up in shock!
