Yu Shan said proudly: "Mr. Barton, do you think Chengdu's credit evaluation is vegetarian?"
"It's the credit evaluation again. It seems that the root of the changes in Chengdu is here." Barton is a free and easy person. After figuring out this problem, he stopped entangled and continued to ask the landlady: "Qingsuo Leisure, it is sometimes fun here.
?”
The landlady pointed her fingers: "Table tennis, bowling, badminton, tennis, shuffleboard, rock climbing, swimming, health sauna, as well as a creative room, tea room, and chess and card room. If Mr. Button wants to play, it's all free."
Already aware of Barton's identity, the boss's wife knew that this was a great master that no one could even invite, and she would not let go of today's opportunity easily.
Button didn't accept the boss's wife's advice. His purpose was simply to figure out what to play next.
"Brother Dinghai, how about we stop drinking today and play tennis again?"
Tennis is Button's strength, and this guy really thinks highly of He Dinghai.
He Dinghai said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Whatever you want to play, Dinghai will accompany you."
Yu Shan glared at He Dinghai: "I just finished eating and can't do strenuous exercise."
Realizing that she had done something wrong again, Yu Shan's pretty face turned red again.
Button didn't want to miss the opportunity to compete with He Dinghai, so he rushed to answer: "Let's take a walk first and see you at the tennis court in half an hour."
The two photographers didn't want to play with Yu Shan and others, so they went to play table tennis. Li Xiaomei, Yu Shan, He Dinghai, and Wen Zheng accompanied Barton to the tennis court.
"Aunt Huami, Qian, Lei, Secretary He, you are here too." There were already people on the tennis court, and when Yu Shan saw them, she shouted excitedly.
Wen Zheng, who was following Yu Shan in a depressed mood, suddenly brightened up when he saw Yu Lei playing ball.
"The first batch of houses in the Civil Service District want to move to Ziying Lake for the Spring Festival. The boss came over to take a look at the houses of Director Wen Yong and Chairman Zeng Jing. It's rare that we have a free day today, so we came to have a look."
He Qingbo's explanation caused a subtle change in Barton's view of He Qingbo and his party, as well as his view of Chen Qingyun.
In China, consumption of public funds is everywhere. Could it be that Chen Qingyun is also such an official? Barton didn't respond, but he was very disappointed.
He Qingbo saw something different in Barton's expression, and smiled and said: "The boss never spends public money when he spends money outside. When I returned to the boss this time, he handed me a bank card. All the money was spent by me.
Responsible."
"Secretary Qingyun's own card?" Old Barton blushed and couldn't help but feel ashamed for his own thoughts: "Secretary He, if the money in Secretary Qingyun's card is not enough, can you give me a chance."
Although he felt guilty, Barton was still testing.
He Qingbo smiled and said: "When this card was handed over to me, it was a full ten million. With the boss's consumption level, I estimate that there will be no need to transfer money to the card in three to five years."
"Is Secretary Qingyun really a rich man?" The word "political capital" flashed in Barton's mind.
"Secretary Qingyun made a lot of money when he was a student, probably several hundred million, and he hasn't spent it all yet." He Qingbo explained lightly, and then issued an invitation: "The boss knows that Mr. Barton is here.
Please come to the studio to talk about it."
"Secretary Qingyun knows I'm here?" Barton was confused. He came to Qingsuo Leisure Center on his own initiative. Could it be that Chen Qingyun could predict it beforehand?
He Qingbo smiled and said: "When Mr. Button entered Qingsuo Villa, the boss was on the balcony of the private room on the second floor. I guess you have already had lunch, so I came to invite Mr. Button. If Mr. Button doesn't come to the tennis court, I
I’m coming to find you soon.”
In fact, He Qingbo was not telling the truth. It was Chen Qingyun who told him to wait for Barton at the tennis court. At that time, He Qingbo was still complaining: How could Chen Qingyun be sure that Barton would come to the tennis court. But when Barton and others actually came, He Qingbo was even more puzzled.
However, he could only suppress his suspicions in his heart and instead had to cover up for Chen Qingyun.
"Director Wen Yong and Director Zeng Jing are moving, I know, Qingyun must be here to give gifts." Li Xiaomei reacted: "Qingyun will definitely not be able to give away such mundane things as money. What he wants to give is calligraphy and painting, yes, calligraphy and painting.
.No, I haven’t gotten Qingyun’s calligraphy treasure for a long time, Jiao Lei is still talking about it, today’s opportunity is really good.”
"You have the opportunity to meet me, I'll go with you." Huami was also interested, and accompanied Barton and Li Xiaomei towards the creative studio.
At this time, Wen Zheng had replaced Ding Qian and was playing vigorously with Yu Lei. He Dinghai had itchy hands and wanted to take the racket from Yu Lei's hand. Just as he was about to leave the court, Ding Qian grabbed him and said, "Let's play sandpot."
Take the ball away and let them play alone for a while."
"Why? Playing tennis consumes a lot of energy. They can't play for long. They have to take turns." He Dinghai didn't react for a moment.
Ding Qian pulled Yu Shan and He Dinghai away regardless. She breathed a sigh of relief after walking far away: "You guys, you are so full that you don't know how hungry you are when you are hungry."
"What about a full man and a hungry man? Sister Qian, what kind of riddles are you playing?" Yu Shan was very naive and did not understand the meaning of Ding Qian's words.
Ding Qian smiled and said: "I know that Wen Zheng's favorite person is you, and you are careless in falling flowers and ruthless in flowing water. Our Lei, who comes from a good family and has a high degree of education, has been spoiled for choice for more than ten years, and she is about to turn thirty.
, I am still alone. Didn’t you see that between the eyes between Wen Zheng and Lei? "
"Sister Qian, it's really interesting between them. Just keep it straight. They can make a full man and a hungry man without being afraid of being vulgar."
Yu Shan's face turned red again.
Arriving in front of the shuffleboard room, He Dinghai saw two familiar figures passing by at the corner. His heart moved slightly. He left Yu Shanshan and Ding Qian behind and rushed towards the figures escaping into the garden.
The Qingwei Jue practiced by He Dinghai was directly taught by Chen Qingyun. Because it is a boy's skill, it progresses faster than ordinary people. After more than ten years, it has reached the seventh level of Qingwei Jue.
How can secular people avoid the monk's methods? The two sneaky guys thought they could avoid He Dinghai's sight, but were photographed behind him by He Dinghai, but they had no idea.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one could understand their own language, the two of them discussed unscrupulously in the garden, but unexpectedly, He Dinghai overheard them clearly.
How could these two guys with ulterior motives have imagined what a monster He Dinghai was and how he had heard all the evil plans against them.
He Dinghai's arrangement was very tight and it was impossible to guard against these two guys all the time. But he could not let the two guys hurt his own people.
what to do?
He Dinghai rolled his eyes and immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Shi Chun's number: "Uncle Shi, this is Dinghai. I need your help if I need anything."
"It's Black Gouzi. I'm at Qingsuo Leisure Villa. Come over."
"Uncle Shi is at Qingsuo Villa, great, I'm here too. Hushan private room in the teahouse, okay, I'll be right over."
After listening to He Dinghai's narration, Shi Chun was furious: "Good guy, I think there is no one in China. It's true that there is a way to heaven and if you don't take it, the far gate of hell will break in."
Wu Ren next to him wondered: "Dinghai, with your skills, is it necessary to ask your Uncle Chun to help?"
He Dinghai said sheepishly: "I have to leave tonight and have a few boxing matches in the country of Baht."