Cultivation Teacher's Life Record

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Thinking of this, Tan Yongqian put down his briefcase and said, "In that case, I'll go get a cup of tea."

Seeing Tan Yongqian, a middle-aged man, actually holding a teacup to pour himself tea, Zhang Weidong felt a little awkward, but he remembered that Bai Rong said that he and Tan Zhengming had burned incense and kowtowed in front of Guan Gong just now, and then thought of that sacred feeling,

I just let him go. I just stared at Tan Yongqian, and I was secretly worried. As an elder, should I give him some greeting gifts or something, but now I have five hundred and fifty yuan left in my pocket after buying the fruit.

Money, there is nothing else. Should I give him some money and let him buy some candies by himself?

Thinking of this, even Zhang Weidong himself found it ridiculous. But if you don't give money, what can you give?

When Zhang Weidong was secretly worried, Tan Yongqian had already poured tea and walked up to him.

At this time, Zhang Weidong began to take a really careful look at Tan Yongqian, thinking that not only did Tan Yongqian look like him, but he also had a similar physique. He had five tall roots and was good at martial arts, but he just lacked a bit of masculinity.

No, people who practice martial arts have sufficient yang energy. Although Tan Yongqian's internal energy is extremely weak, he has obviously practiced martial arts. Why is his masculinity not as good as that of ordinary people?

Thinking this in his mind, Zhang Weidong's eyes couldn't help but change and became extraordinarily bright. Tan Zhengming and Bai Rong couldn't feel it yet, but Tan Yongqian, who was facing Zhang Weidong, was startled, thinking why this young man's eyes were so bright.

, Why are his eyes so sharp? Could it be that he is really a martial arts master, but he is too young.

"Uncle Zhang, please have tea." Tan Yongqian suppressed the surprise in his heart and reluctantly bowed slightly to hold the tea.

At this time, Zhang Weidong was thinking about something, so he didn't feel anything awkward. He took the teacup casually, nodded and said, "Well, Yongqian is welcome."

Although this boy is young, he has quite a big air. Seeing Zhang Weidong taking it for granted and calm, Tan Yongqian is secretly dissatisfied. Apart from his parents, Wuzhou City cannot even be the municipal party committee secretary or mayor now.

He served tea and poured water so respectfully. But Tan Zhengming sat aside and stared at him. No matter how much dissatisfaction Tan Yongqian had in his heart, he could only suppress it. There was no other way. He had been raised in a strict family since he was a child, and he had always been in awe of his father. How dare he

, I can only think about this dissatisfaction in my heart.

Zhang Weidong took a sip of tea, then put the tea cup on the coffee table, pointed at Tan Yongqian who was about to find an excuse to leave, and said: "Yongqian, sit down, I have something to ask you."

Damn it, this kid really thinks of himself as my biological uncle! No matter how well-mannered Tan Yongqian is, he can't help but secretly say a curse word in his heart. But in front of his father, he can't say this out loud, so he has to deliberately say it

He looked at his watch and frowned slightly. He thought to himself, if this guy was a smart person, he should know that he didn't want to have a deep relationship with him.

It's a pity that he knows his son better than his father. When Tan Zhengming saw his son raising his hand to look at the watch and frowning, he didn't know that he actually looked down on Zhang Weidong, a new uncle. He immediately became angry and glared at him.

: "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear your uncle tell you to sit down?"

After hearing this, Tan Yongqian had to sit down depressed.

Of course Zhang Weidong can see Tan Yongqian's reluctance, but he can also understand his mood at this time. Anyone who has reached his forties and is suddenly forced to call a young man in his early twenties uncle will feel very unhappy.

As a high-ranking official in the city government, Tan Yongqian could call Zhang Weidong uncle and serve him tea, which was actually very rare. If it were his children who were slightly unfilial, they would probably scold the old man for being an old fool, then throw away his hands and leave.

So after seeing Tan Yongqian sit down, Zhang Weidong still asked kindly: "I would like to ask, Yongqian, are you inhumane?"

Poor Tan Yongqian had just sat down when he was asked by Zhang Weidong and his face turned red and he almost jumped up.

This is Tan Yongqian's shame as a man and also his secret. Apart from the doctors, only he and his parents know this secret. Even his cousins ​​and best friends don't know about it. But I didn't expect that today this secret would be revealed to a man who just met him.

The young man knew it.

"Dad, you?" Tan Yongqian was really angry this time, turned around and shouted at his father.

After so many years of secretly seeking medical treatment, Tan Yongqian had already lost confidence in himself. So since the age of twenty-five, he had completely given up hope of medical treatment and plunged headlong into his official career, without talking about his children's personal affairs.

Even martial arts is no longer practiced. No matter how good he is, he is just a master. No matter how long he lives, he is just a turtle. Because he is focused on his official career, coupled with his own ability and Tan Zhengming

In terms of influence in the political arena, Tan Yongqian climbed to the position of Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee at the age of thirty-four. Last year, when he turned thirty-five, he entered the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and truly became one of the decision-makers in controlling the development direction of Wuzhou City. This year

Tan Yongqian is thirty-six years old. At his current age, as long as his development goes smoothly, it is entirely possible for him to become mayor or even municipal party secretary before the age of forty-five.

Such a government official with a good appearance, a high position and a promising future is actually single. It is conceivable how many women are staring at him and how many women are shamelessly stalking him. But Tan Yongqian was stunned.

He was not tempted at all. To be precise, it was not that he didn't but that he didn't dare. As time went by, not only did the women stalk him, but even the leaders of the municipal party committee and some old leaders began to care about his marriage, which annoyed Tan Yongqian to the point of losing his hair.

I whitened several of them in advance.

However, it is obvious that Tan Yongqian misunderstood Tan Zhengming. No matter how much he lectured or talked about his son in front of Zhang Weidong, the thing he loved most in his heart was actually his own son. How could Tan Zhengming go around talking nonsense about this kind of thing that would bring shame to his son throughout his life.

I saw Tan Zhengming blushing just like Tan Yongqian, grabbing Zhang Weidong's hand with excitement, and even seemed not to hear his son yelling at him.

"Weidong, you actually saw Yongqian's problem since childhood! Then you, you, do you have any way to cure it?" After talking about it, Tan Zhengming's calm personality made him tremble all over and stuttered when he spoke.

At Tan Zhengming's age, who doesn't want to have grandchildren? Not to mention that on the surface, Tan Yongqian is optimistic and motivated, and his career is smooth sailing, but as a father, how can he not know the pain hidden deep in his son's heart, and just treat it as a watch?

If you don’t see me, don’t mention it.

"Yes, yes, Wei Dong, you are so powerful, there must be something you can do, right?" Bai Rong also became excited, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke.