"Director Meng, your village has a talented person!" Secretary No. 1 said to Meng Mingyuan with a smile.
"Capable person? Secretary Jiang, how do you explain this?" Meng Mingyuan asked in a low voice.
"Don't you know? The person sitting with the leader is the richest man in our Strait City and one of the top ten outstanding entrepreneurs of the year in Strait City! He may even be the head of the Lin family, one of the four major families in the future Imperial City!
At the same time, he is also a strong man at the level of the King of Martial Arts. If you put all these together, can he be considered a capable person?"
"Oh my God!" Meng Mingyuan's eyes widened, and he was calmed down by Secretary Jiang's series of words.
The people around him behaved the same way as Meng Mingyuan. Everyone looked at the man sitting on the table chatting and laughing with No. 1 in surprise.
That man looks young, how could he have so many achievements?
What ability does this old Meng family have that they can produce such an heir?
"Isn't this person the same person who defeated foreign masters at the Straits Stadium some time ago?" Someone thought of what happened more than half a month ago through Secretary Jiang's words and asked quickly.
As soon as this person said this, the people around him quickly stared at Lin Zhiming. They hadn't noticed it before when no one mentioned it. When someone mentioned it, the more they looked at it, the more they felt that Lin Zhiming looked like the one they saw on TV more than half a month ago.
What about that person?
"It's him! I remember that person looks like this!"
"Yes, I also thought it looked familiar. It turned out to be the person who brought glory to our Dragon Kingdom's martial arts that day!"
People around said this one after another.
At this time, everyone knew Lin Zhiming's identity, and everyone looked at Lin Zhiming curiously.
On the wine table.
No. 1 drank two glasses of wine with Lin Zhiming, and then said, "It's getting late. I still have several places to go, so I won't talk to you any more!"
"You're already thirty and you still travel so many places?" Lin Zhiming asked in surprise.
"Yes, for our party members, during the holidays, we should go deep among the people, understand the people's needs, solve the people's problems, so that the people can live a good year." No. 1 said.
"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Zhiming said.
"Are you going to stay here during the Chinese New Year or go back to Straits City?" asked No. 1.
"I will be at my grandpa's house in the county." Lin Zhiming said.
"Okay, if I have a chance, I'll visit my house again!" No. 1 said, stood up, shook hands with Lin Zhiming, then turned and left.
Although Meng Mingyuan was full of curiosity about Lin Zhiming, he still accompanied No. 1 and left.
The surrounding villagers had no interest in No. 1 at all at this time, and a group of people gathered around Lin Zhiming's table.
"I'll go, Guangsha, your nephew is awesome!"
"Guangsha, we had a great time before, why don't we have a drink?"
People were talking enthusiastically, and Meng Guangsha's face was glowing with happiness. He took out a cigarette and said while passing it out, "You always say that I like to show off, do I like to show off? I am always seeking truth from facts, this cigarette I say
You still didn’t believe it was an internal confession, now do you?”
"Yes, yes, come on, give me one!"
"Give me one too!"
People around said this one after another.
Meng Guangsha felt that he had never been so dignified in his life. Although the smoke was so much that it made his liver hurt, he still dispersed all the smoke.
"Okay, you guys, what time is it now, do you want to celebrate the New Year? Go back, we are going back to the county seat!" Meng Qiwen said with a straight face.
"Teacher Meng, it's rare that a capable person comes out of our village. Can't we get closer to him?"
"That's right, Teacher Meng, we are all related by blood!" Everyone said one after another.
"Go back, everyone, go back!" Meng Qiwen waved his hand.
The surrounding villagers left happily. For them, seeing Lin Zhiming was enough to become their bragging rights in the next few years.
"Are you happy, dad?" Meng Zijun secretly asked Meng Guangsha.
"It's cool, it's so cool!" Meng Guangsha said excitedly.
"That day, my cousin drove me to school in a Rolls-Royce, and I felt as happy as you did!" Meng Zijun said.
"You kid, you know you can't be vain, help me pack your things and get ready to go back to the county town!" Meng Guangsha lectured as if he were an old man.
"You go and clean it up for me, I told you to keep a low profile, let's see what you can do!" Meng Qiwen said with a straight face.
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Meng Qiwen walked up to Lin Zhiming and said in a deep voice, "Zhiming, I know that you are in a high position now, and what you see may be beyond my reach in my life, and you have more knowledge than me, but grandpa still has to follow
Just tell me, humility makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind. You should keep a low profile in everything, and don't be like your uncle who likes things for the sake of face all day long."
"Got it!" Lin Zhiming nodded and helped pack up the things.
Just after packing up, Meng Mingyuan, the village director and the village party secretary came to Meng Guangsha's house.
"Teacher Meng, what happened before has offended me a lot, but why didn't you tell me that our village has such a capable person as Zhi Ming!" Meng Mingyuan took Meng Qiwen's hand and said reproachfully.
"Yes, Teacher Meng, this is your fault. If a capable person comes out of our village, then the whole village will also be glorious, right?" the village party secretary also said.
Meng Qiwen took two puffs of cigarette, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Zhi Ming is my little grandson in my eyes. Nothing else is important. Don't bother with him. He will return to the city after the new year."
Already."
"I know, Teacher Meng, you regard your reputation as dirt, but Zhi Ming is where your identity lies after all. We have been here for so many years and only I have been born, and now there is another Zhi Ming. This is a matter of honoring our ancestors. You should have told us earlier, so
We don’t look good when we go out, don’t we?” Meng Mingyuan said.
Meng Qiwen shook his head and didn't want to say anything more to these people. He has taught all his life and has an extremely thorough mind. He naturally knows what these people are thinking. Lin Zhiming has so much energy in the city. As long as he clings to Lin Zhiming
, then Meng Mingyuan, let alone the top leader of a certain bureau, even if he is the top leader of the county, it is not impossible to fantasize.
Meng Qiwen has always adhered to a principle towards Lin Zhiming, which is to try not to cause trouble to Lin Zhiming and not to cause trouble for Lin Zhiming. Therefore, he does not like those who want to cling to Lin Zhiming through him, and will naturally not treat Meng Mingyuan well.
face.
"Teacher Meng, why don't you tell your grandson that our ancestral temple is quite old and ask him to donate some money to renovate it, and then we can erect a monument for him!" said the village party secretary.
"I'm not sure about my grandson, so don't come looking for me. It's boring for fellow villagers to do this. If you have time, just go out during the New Year!" Meng Qiwen said, got up and left.
Meng Mingyuan smiled helplessly. In the past, he would not be able to catch Meng Qiwen, but it is different now. Meng Qiwen's grandson is so powerful, and he said some offensive things before, so he will definitely just try to please Meng Qiwen and see if he can
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"Let's go first, and then go to Teacher Meng's house to pay New Year greetings after the new year!" Meng Mingyuan made the decision, then said goodbye to Meng Guangsha and others, turned around and left.
When I returned home from the village, it was already evening.
When I went out in the morning, the road was still busy with traffic, but by this time there were not many people around.
Only some vendors selling Spring Festival couplets and firecrackers were still on the roadside, while others had already returned to their homes to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.
People in the north eat dumplings for New Year's Eve dinner, but this is different in the south. Here in Hainan City, it is even different from other places in the south. Here in Hainan City, it is popular to eat ginkgo, pig's trotters, and ribs. Anyway, almost every table is filled with meat.
The cooking was naturally left to a few women. Meng Guangsha drank a little too much in the afternoon and ran to his room to sleep. Lin Zhiming was sitting with Meng Zijun in the living room playing chess. Meng Qiwen was teaching Lin Wan'er to write. Writing and painting were actually
It is something that reaches the same goal through different paths. Lin Wan'er is very talented in painting, and she can also write in a decent manner. Although she can't see too much structure, each stroke has a lot of flavor, which makes Meng Qiwen call him a genius.
"Ah! Cousin, you're like this again! It's not fun!" Meng Zijun threw the chess piece away angrily and said aggrievedly.
"Here, give me the money." Lin Zhiming stretched out his hand and said.
"You are so rich, is it appropriate to ask for this little money from your cousin?" Meng Zijun said pitifully, covering his pocket.
"No matter how rich you are, you still have to pay for your gambling debts. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" Lin Zhiming said.
Meng Zijun sighed, took out a hundred yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to Lin Zhiming.
"Come again?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"You have already beaten me by five hundred yuan. If I play with you again, I will be a hammer. I won't play anymore. I'm going to see if the ribs are fried. Grandma's fried ribs are so delicious!" Meng Zijun said
, got up and walked into the kitchen.
Lin Zhiming also walked in, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried pork ribs.
"When my mother was still alive, she would fry pork ribs during the Chinese New Year, and it tasted like this," Lin Zhiming said.
"Cousin, hurry up, eat while it's hot!" Meng Zijun said, holding a basin of freshly cooked ribs.
Lin Zhiming politely picked up a few pieces and ate them.
"This stuff is irritating, eat less!" Gao Xuan said.
"I found that delicious food is not good for the body, such as fried pork ribs, fried chicken legs, and stinky tofu." Meng Zijun said.
"Things that make people feel comfortable are not good for people. People tend to relax their vigilance and lose their pursuit in a comfortable state." Lin Zhiming said while chewing ribs.
"Your cousin said it well." Meng Zijun's mother said.
"My cousin is a rich man, so whatever he says makes sense!" Meng Zijun said.
"You two, stop being in the kitchen and get out of the way, otherwise you won't even be able to eat when it gets dark!" Gao Xuan said.
Lin Zhiming and Meng Zijun had no choice but to walk out of the kitchen.
"Zijun, do you want to play King of Glory? Solo, the kind where you lose a hundred?" Lin Zhiming asked with a smile.
"King of Glory, you can do it too? Come on, come on, I am the national server Luna. If you don't win all your underwear today, the four characters of my national server Luna are written backwards!" Meng Zijun said excitedly.
"Come on!" Lin Zhiming picked up his phone and started playing a game with Meng Zijun.
Laughter filled the room. As the sun set and the moon rose, the dining table was finally filled with delicious food.
Everyone gathered around the table, and a New Year's sound came from the TV.
"Dear audience friends, hello everyone, welcome to the Spring Festival Gala!"