Zhang Chi likes ancient buildings, even if they are antique and distressed, they look more comfortable than square glass boxes.
As we were passing through a green space, several teenage children were playing football there. They were fighting for it in a lively manner, and the football flew towards the fruit basket in Zhang Chi's hand.
When he was on campus, Zhang Chi once had the experience of being hit hard in the face by Huo Qingfeng's big kick. Lin Daiyu happened to be beside him when it happened.
A small grudge occurred in Qingfeng.
Today is different from the past. Zhang Chi's body's agility and reaction ability have undergone fundamental changes. Out of instinctive reaction, he raised his foot to face the football, but he didn't want to stop the ball and gave it to him with one kick.
I kicked it back. I've been a little angry lately and I'm a bit aggressive in doing things. I should prepare more red cans of Wong Lo Kat.
Unfortunately, he couldn't control the intensity. This kick was obviously too powerful. He kicked the football so fast that it flew over the heads of several children and hit the poplar tree behind them hard. Peng! The football accidentally hit it again.
At the tip of a broken branch, an explosion sounded like a cannon.
Several children were stunned by the scene in front of them. One of the timid children cried loudly. He had never imagined that football could have so much energy.
After a brief period of confusion, they all rushed forward and surrounded Zhang Chi. With the strength of many people, this group of children united and faced the outside world.
Zhang Daxian was embarrassed. It was unintentional. I just kicked it casually. Who would have thought that it would hit the wooden peg by such an inch? The quality of football nowadays is really bad.
You don't want to mess around with children. This guy admitted his mistake very sincerely and took the initiative to pay fifty yuan to others and let the children go to a nearby sports goods store to buy a new football.
What I thought was an easy matter turned out to be not that easy. A fair-skinned child in the lead said, "No, we can't let it go like this."
Zhang Chi smiled bitterly, "Little brother, if you can kill someone with just a nod, I'll pay you fifty yuan, what else do you want?"
"Fifty yuan is not enough, we still have to pay for mental damages." At such a young age, he still has a strong sense of rights protection, and he also knows how to ask for mental damages. Zhang Daxian couldn't help but think of the time when he was involved in porcelain in the past, and he can be taught this.
If your child follows me, he will become a great person in the future.
"Then how much do you want?" Zhang Chi was not angry, but rather cherished his talent. He quietly sensed the child's dual quotients, IQ 160 and EQ 135. He was actually a genius child.
Although his emotional intelligence is relatively weak, he is still young and lacks social experience. As he grows older, he will have a lot of room for development. The capital is indeed a land of crouching tigers, hidden dragons.
"Take a thousand yuan." The child's two dark eyes flashed with a cunning look that was inconsistent with his age.
Immortal Zhang is really dumbfounded. A good person is bullied and a good person is ridiculed. I have always thought that you are a bunch of kids and I don’t care about you. But this kid slaps his nose in the face and asks for a thousand as soon as he opens his mouth.
block of mental damages.
Look at this child, he looks like a teenager. How can such a young child be so impure? If he doesn’t get a good education, he will become another Feng Laosan when he grows up. I don’t care about money, but I’m afraid that I’ll hurt you.
Spoiled.
Zhang Chi took out another hundred yuan and said to the child: "I'll give you another hundred yuan and treat your friend to some ice cream."
The kid stretched out his hand to take the money, but then stretched out his little hand again: "There's still nine hundred left." He was really greedy, and this kid was a bit over the top.
Zhang Chi laughed, and the child laughed too, but Immortal Zhang suddenly reached out and snatched the hundred yuan back. With a straight face, he said viciously: "Little bastard, believe it or not, I will pluck your head off and use it as a ball to kick."
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The child was frightened by Zhang Zhang's fierce look, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to make any further demands.
The ghosts were afraid of evildoers. When several children saw that the momentum was not right, they immediately dispersed. The child who wanted mental compensation ran the fastest, shouting as he ran: "Wait for me, if you have the guts, just wait for me."
Zhang Chi shook his head, spread out a hundred yuan and put it back in his wallet. Things haven't been going well lately. Even children dare to bully him. Wait? Is there a big word "Stupid" written on my face? Come back and put it back.
My parents invited me over, and I couldn’t explain clearly even though I was talking all over my body, it was still a flash mob with oil on the soles of my feet.
Zhang Chi raised his wrist and looked at his copycat Casio. It was less than ten minutes before the agreed time to visit. He quickly walked into Wenming Lane and successfully found No. 31 A. This is the residence of Qin Luzhu's grandfather.
From the outside, this house doesn't look much different from its surroundings.
If Qin Luzhu hadn't reminded him that he must come to visit, Zhang Chi would not have taken the liberty to come. After all, he didn't know Qin Luzhu's grandfather, and he heard that Mr. Qin had a weird temper, which inevitably made him feel a little more uneasy.
Although Qin Luzhu didn't tell him much, Zhang Chi also guessed some details. His success in being admitted to Shuimu this time was related to Mr. Qin's intervention.
Just treat it as a courtesy visit. Qin Luzhu can be regarded as a friend who shares weal and woe. The unreliable Xie Zhongjun is still her master. According to Qin Luzhu, Xie Zhongjun is her brother-in-law, but why is his surname not Qin?
?Could it be picked up from the garbage dump?
Zhang Chi rang the doorbell on time. To leave a good impression on Mr. Qin when he first came to the door, punctuality was the first priority.
Not long after, someone came to open the door. It was a kind middle-aged woman who opened the door. She was Xu Cuihua, the nanny of the Qin family. Because Qin Luzhu told Zhang Chi in advance, the Qin family was prepared. Xu Cuihua smiled and said
: "Xiao Zhang, right?"
Zhang Chi nodded and introduced himself: "Hello, aunt, I am Zhang Chi, a friend of Teacher Qin. I have just arrived in the capital, so I came here to pay a visit to Mr. Qin."
Xu Cuihua obviously had a good impression of this eloquent young man at first sight, and warmly greeted Zhang Chi to enter. After Zhang Chi came in, he found that this was a courtyard with three courtyards. From the outside, he would never have imagined that there would be such a world inside. The courtyard was beautiful and there were flowers.
There are grass, trees and bamboos, well-proportioned and full of interest, showing the elegant taste of the owner.
Xu Cuihua said: "Mr. Qin is taking a lunch break and hasn't gotten up yet. I'll take you to the living room to sit first."
"Sorry, auntie!" Zhang Chi was polite and behaved like a well-behaved young man. Being superficial has always been his strong point.
Following Xu Cuihua to the main room and sitting down, Zhang Chi found that all the furniture in the room were antiques. Even the official hat chair he sat on was made of precious rosewood passed down from the Ming Dynasty.
Zhang Chi sighed again, it is true that there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the capital. When I heard that Lu Jinqiang had two courtyards, he thought it was very cool and awesome, but Qin Luzhu's grandfather had three courtyards, and the living room alone was
The furniture is already priceless, low-key, luxurious and powerful.
Zhang Daxian was not very interested in antique furniture, so his eyes were quickly attracted to the incense burner on the incense table. He stared at it for a while. The Xuande incense burner of the Ming Dynasty was very valuable, but it was not the alchemy burner he was looking for.
He is a pragmatist and has no interest in anything that he thinks is useless, even if it is priceless.
Xu Cuihua made tea and brought it to her, while Zhang Chi stood up in a hurry.
Xu Cuihua smiled and said: "Xiao Zhang, you must be polite. Coming here is just like coming to your own home. Mr. Qin is already awake and will be here soon."
Zhang Chi nodded and said with a smile: "Auntie, is Mr. Qin the only one who lives here?" In his opinion, such a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits can only accommodate a large family.
Xu Cuihua said: "Yes! The old man likes to be quiet. He is usually the only one at home. I am responsible for taking care of his food and daily life."
Zhang Chi secretly thought that Mr. Qin lived alone in such a big house. It seemed that the old man had a withdrawn temperament and it was difficult to get along with such a person.
Qin Luzhu asked her to come over to visit her grandfather, which was undoubtedly out of good intentions. Mr. Qin should be a very influential figure in society.
Zhang Daxian felt helpless. He obviously got the first place in the liberal arts examination in Yannan Province, but the process of applying for Shuimu was not smooth. Not only did the notice arrive later than others, but he was also transferred to another department, the New World Elite Management Department, what?
ghost?
Although Qin Luzhu didn't explain many things clearly, Zhang Chi was still able to understand the secrets. He had caused an unreasonable disaster because of his encounter with Bai Xiaomi, so he delayed his registration. Perhaps for this reason, Mr. Qin was not very happy.
Zhang Chi had been mentally prepared before coming here. Mr. Qin was Xie Zhongjun's father and his master according to seniority. He should kneel down and bow down when they first met. He had knelt before his master, let alone his master.
Zhang Chi looked at the time, it was already four fifteen, and Mr. Qin hadn't shown up yet.
Zhang Chi waited patiently for about half an hour with the mentality of taking things as they come, and finally heard a cough from outside.
After being called out for a long time, he came out, half-hiding his face with his pipa in his arms. Mr. Qin's appearance aroused a high sense of anticipation, and everyone was a little starved for it. Mr. Qin's music score is quite big.
Zhang Chi stood up quickly. Although he was a guest, he was a junior, or to be precise, a grandson. He should have a general understanding of dignity and inferiority.
Zhang Chi looked up eagerly and saw a thin old man appearing in the courtyard. He was wearing a wrinkled white short-sleeved shirt, grass-green military trousers, and a pair of black cloth shoes.
Immortal Zhang stood frozen in place as if someone had cast a restraining spell on his body. He opened his mouth wide and said, "I'll go!" It couldn't be such a coincidence, right? Although Mr. Qin hadn't entered the door yet, he had already recognized Mr. Qin.
The stubborn old man he met in Panjiayuan in the morning.
It was the grumpy old man who was angered by him and his firepower easily exceeded 20,000. Zhang Chi instantly felt all the blood in his body rush to his head. His head seemed to have more than doubled in size, and even his breathing was hot.
Enemies meet on a narrow road, and nothing happens without coincidence. None of these words combined can express Zhang Chi's current mood. How embarrassing! He found that the roads in his life recently were full of shell craters.
It all started with Bai Xiaomi. Ever since he met Bai Xiaomi, that broom star, in a soft sleeper, he has been on bad luck in life.
