On the morning of the second day, when I came downstairs to have breakfast, my mother told me that Zhengjintang had gone out long ago.
It seems that he, a busy man, has to sign the contract. As the general person in charge, he is at a low point in Rensheng Society, but he must do it personally. Although the hall leaders can stand in the way, they have not yet done so in Rensheng Society.
Before the transformation, they were indeed good players in the Taoist sect, and friends in the Taoist school were also afraid of them. But after the transformation into an industrial factory, it involved various professions and business, dealing with and doing business with more foreigners.
When it comes to legal and business rules, none of these bosses can stand up to the public eye.
So this situation needs to be reversed. Na Jintang Jing told me that there is no need to cultivate professional business talents. It is a coincidence that he is considering me as one of his training targets. To be precise, it is not a coincidence, but a vigorous cultivation.
I don’t know what his thoughts are. In order to reduce his burden, of course I will try to do it.
Normally, I would accompany him to business activities, but today he didn't call me. Maybe he had his own plans. It just happened to be today, just like Mr. Wang and I were at home.
After breakfast, Mother Wu came to me in the garden: "Miss Cat, the old man asked you to come to his study."
"Well, I understand, I'll go back right away."
I'm very surprised what Mr. Wang asked me to do?
When I stepped into his calligraphy, he was squandering pen and ink in the study room, and I saw him painting a vigorous green pine, which happened to be growing on the edge of the cliff. On the edge of the cliff, an eagle happened to fly over, and it was
Hovering in the sky, looking down at the sky with arrogance.
I knocked on the door gently to remind him that I was here: "Master, are you looking for me?"
"Well, come in, sit on the sofa for a while and finish the painting." He said without raising his head as he concentrated on stamping and signing.
After about 5 minutes, he finally finished the painting. He straightened up and waved to me kindly: "Mao Jiujiu, come here and evaluate it."
I stood up and went over, stood in front of the desk, and carefully looked at the painting he had just completed. In fact, I was not afraid of him at all. Sometimes I felt that my bold and straightforward words would make him happier. I planned to
Give up your flattery towards him.
"The lifelike feeling of your painting, but I don't know much about the cliff edge, green pines, and eagles. What's the meaning of their coexistence? The words you mentioned above are also very interesting: The green mountains are still red after several sunsets.
.This painting reminds me of the cliff edge we were in the cottage, and the cliff edge in your painting is very close to the cliff edge of the cottage. There seems to be such a long big green pine over there, and occasionally a few are hovering in the sky.
An eagle." I suddenly glanced at him in surprise: "Then I understand, you are painting your past, this painting is the cliff edge in your memory, right?"
The old man smiled, nodded and said: "It seems that you have discovered my secret. This place is indeed the same as the place you said. I haven't been there for many years. I was thinking that the cliff is still the same cliff.
The green pine has grown up. It was still a small green pine back then. It had just reached my shoulders. The old gang leader Cao and I added our respective names to it. I remember we joked at the time: We will wait until the next generation to see this green pine.
Time, that time proves that we are old. Those eagles that were in the sky are already the descendants of the eagle we saw before."
"Yes, the green pine next to it looks like a big tree. Well, there are a lot of pine cones on it. It's very impressive. It's a single green pine on the edge of a bare cliff, so it looks very special." I suddenly remembered.
get up.
Mr. Wang had an epiphany: "Unfortunately, the flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. One tree has one period, and one person has one scene."
Seeing how he misses the cliff so much, I guess it must be his childhood dream. I don’t know if I should talk about this cliff. At least I know that the incident of falling off the cliff happened. Several things in the cottage are related to this cliff.
Location matters.
Mr. Wang asked me on the edge of this cliff: "Did Old Gang Leader Cao fall drunk from here?"
He asked suddenly, and I stared at him. I was hesitating whether I should tell him that I like him or not. I was weighing this matter. How safe is it to tell him the truth? Because Na Jintang once told me that standing beside
I'm afraid that too many things that have happened in the past will affect Mr. Wang's mood, and will inevitably disturb his mind and even affect his body.
While I was hesitating, Mr. Wang said with a smile: "Jin'er has already told me what happened. After he was drunk, he was pushed into the bottomless abyss by his most beloved woman. Unexpectedly
, when we were young, the place where we became sworn brothers in Taoyuan actually became his final home. A generation of heroes never expected to fall into such a situation, so you pushed the people who designed him off the cliff and buried them here. Although
It’s just that it’s not done kindly, sometimes it’s morally right, but it’s also something we have to do.”
I know what he wants to say. In extraordinary times, there is no need to do extraordinary things. A real man cannot put kindness first when doing things, and he cannot be harmonious without rules.
"Yeah!" I agreed with his point of view, and then we were able to reach a consistent balance in our opinions. If it were changed to the past, our two opinions would definitely be completely opposite.
He asked me with squinted eyes, as if he was already sitting on his executive chair, and I was already sitting on the sofa opposite him. He was smoking an old-fashioned pipe, and I was drinking my jasmine tea in my leisure time.
, the matter between the two of us will be ignored if you don’t see the king sitting together.
I am still laughing secretly in my heart, what does this old zombie want to say today?
I asked him not to ask me questions, and he would never ask you to touch his sometimes extremely strict principles. Drinking afternoon tea, talking about the weather forecast, and chatting about strange anecdotes was just a way to pass the time.
I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. I couldn't control my curiosity: "I guess you came here today to ask me more details about what happened in the cottage?"
"You are indeed a smart boy. Your intelligence will help you get more help." He smiled lightly.
I started to say anything and ignored it: "Shall we discuss a few things together?" He was the one who provoked me first. He originally wanted to brush off the six little yellow things. Who let him keep doing this?
When I mentioned the matter of Shen Shanzhai to me, I was thinking to myself: Even if you don't give me those six little yellow croakers, you, a taciturn person like you, won't let go of any of them, so you have to make this matter clear.
He smiled calmly: "If you have something, you can just say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush." Sometimes I couldn't tell whether his encouragement was intentional or a hint.
I gritted my teeth and finally made up my mind to ask him: "Then let's start recalling the day before we go."
"Um."
"I remember that you told me that if I went up the mountain with Na Jintang smoothly and successfully took out the contents of the box from the attic, I could get 6 small yellow croakers. You agreed at that time.
And, um, hide in and hide from the cargo box." Try to say it calmly and look indifferent.
"Well, that was the plan at the time. If you wanted to go directly with Jin'er, of course I knew my own son, and of course he would not let you follow, so you had to enter the small cargo box. This is
Why is it wrong? Now it seems that you are standing in front of me so safely and lively, which means that the container is safe enough." He was actually articulate and had clear thinking and logic.
I recalled how I was struggling at that time. I also gritted my teeth and answered almost in a grinding voice: "That little black box is really weird. I almost couldn't get it out. If I didn't get it out five minutes later, I might
Now you won't be able to see me standing in front of you so alive."
His analysis was clear and logical: "Didn't I tell you to open the rope? There is water and a dagger inside. Just follow the instructions and there should be no problem. Could it be that there was no rope to open for you? Could it be that the dagger inside was stewed?
Which link did the problem occur?”
I wanted to refute him, but there was no loophole for me to refute. There was indeed a rope that day, a dagger and water, and the rope was loose. The only thing that existed was that I was sick that day, and it was very uncomfortable, and there was room for suffocation.
Made me extremely sick.
I swallowed hard: "Okay, you are right, there is no flaw in this step." Of course I didn't want to tell him that I was sick at the time, and how could I win his sympathy by telling him?
Generally speaking, his heart and his sympathy will be directed towards Bai Wei. At this point, I am still self-aware.
I continued to talk about the second thing: "You arrange tasks to solve things, which is difficult to achieve. In layman's terms, it is impossible to complete the task. You only need to arrange for me to go into the small attic alone. Is there something terrible in the small attic?
Just like what I asked Na Jintang to talk to you about yesterday, there are big pythons, Tibetan mastiffs, vampire bats, and miasma. If I had to go alone, I think I would never come back the first time I went there. There was not a single one in there.
I can carry the things, but the beasts in the small attic can't even be carried by the copycat brothers. In the end, it's up to Na Jintang to lead them to break in together. What's more, a woman like me,
The guy in his hand didn’t even have a kitchen knife, so he just took a small pair of scissors and started charging?” After saying this, I paused because I wanted to tell him the deepest words in my heart: “Are you sure?
Am I qualified? You actually trust me so much."
I said this very tactfully. In fact, what I want to express in my heart is: Are you sure you have not harmed me? You know clearly that I am not qualified for this position. You know that there are tigers in the mountains, but you prefer to go to the tiger mountains. Then I am not sure about him.
If you know the truth about this matter, that is, the truth about the dangers in the small attic, then you say that he should have a little knowledge, and he has great magical powers, and it is possible to escape his eyes.
His answer to me was quite calm: "By arranging for you to go like this, I will definitely trust you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to arrange this."
I expressed my doubts in advance: "If we go there, hypothetically, I mean hypothetically, if the old gang leader Cao is still there, will you let me go and steal this so-called treasure chest to hunt for treasure in front of him?
"I asked very directly. I was very curious. In my understanding, this was a key turning point in the matter.