Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The Secretary-General and Minister Xu didn't know Jiang Fuli, but even if they didn't, they felt a strong sense of oppression when they opened the door.

They were so overwhelmed that they did not dare to lift their heads.

Ming Dongheng, who followed Jiang Fuli, was born for so many years.

Even if you were told by Jiang Fuli before that you should not take the university entrance examination, you have never felt such a strong sense of oppression.

Xiangcheng's surname is Ren?

Ming Dongheng didn't know how they dared to say that.

He directly stretched out his hand, picked up the Secretary-General and Minister Xu one by one, and threw them out, "You go in first, and I will handle it."

Let Jiang Fuli handle this matter, I am afraid that the entire Chen family will shed a layer of skin.

After Jiang Fuli went in.

Ming Dongheng lowered his head, glanced at the Secretary-General and Minister Xu, "Chen Yongkun's people?"

After Jiang Fuli left, the secretary-general and the secretary-general felt relieved, but the secretary-general's breath hadn't come down, and Ming Dongheng's next sentence broke his liver and gallbladder.

As Ren Qian's leader, the Secretary-General naturally received the information from Bureau Chen.

Although Ren Qian and the others called him "Master Chen" every time, it didn't mean that he didn't know Mr. Chen's name.

Seeing the Secretary-General's reaction, Ming Dongheng knew it was right, and he didn't bother to talk to the Secretary-General: "I will let Chen Yongkun communicate with you."

After speaking, he opened the door and went in again, shutting the two of them out.

Minister Xu just called up, so he had never heard of Chen Yongkun's name. Ming Dongheng and Jiang Fuli had already entered the room, so he looked up at the Secretary-General: "Who are these two people? Who is Chen Yongkun?"

Preconceived, Ji Shaojun's family made him despise Bai Po.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the secretary-general's face pale.

"Chen... Mr. Chen..." The Secretary-General's fingers trembled, and he suddenly realized that today's prestige was played in the wrong place, "Hurry up and go back to find sir!"

As far as the aura of those two people is concerned, the Secretary-General has no doubt that the Chen Yongkun that Ming Dongheng is talking about has the same name.

As for the members of the Ji family, he originally thought that today's matter would be resolved easily, so why are they related to Mr. Chen now?

He almost ran downstairs.

Behind him, Minister Xu realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the situation.

He followed downstairs, and when he got there, he looked back at the almost dilapidated building behind him in a daze.

Who is Chen Yongkun?

**

Ji family.

Shen Qing was grabbed by Bai Po's sleeve, "Ah Po, tell me to talk to Mr. Secretary, don't grab me..."

She looked anxious.

The Ren family's status in Xiangcheng is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they are located in a remote place. It can be said that they are the emperor of one side, and other Shen Qing can't understand, but the secretary general's words about school made Shen Qing flustered!

She knew that Bai Po was serious about studying.

Ji Heng often said that Bai Po studied until one o'clock at night and wanted to work hard to get an undergraduate degree.

"Aunt, what are you in a hurry for?" With great strength, Bai Po forced Shen Qing to sit down, and comforted her: "At worst, I'll change schools."

The No. 1 middle school in Xiangcheng is not bad, so what would you change for another school?

Shen Qing opened his mouth, "You child, don't pull me! What do you know? Are you just as stuck in your mind as your uncle? You said that you are making trouble with the Ren family, and you will soon be unable to catch up with Mr. Secretary !"

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly felt the whole hall go cold, and she shivered suddenly.

When he raised his head, he saw a tall and straight figure slowly coming in.

The other party lowered his head slightly, with fine black hair hanging down slightly, his complexion was cold and pale, his light-colored eyes showed no extra emotion, his black windbreaker was open casually, and his snowy face even set off the old hall. Be stylish.

Shen Qing recognized the young man who was at the police station last time almost immediately.

Bai Po was still thinking about how to stop Shen Qing, but he didn't expect that Shen Qing would automatically shut up without saying a word.

She stroked her chin slowly, it worked well.

"Don't worry," Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He who was sitting on the ground playing with puzzles, and said to Shen Qing, "It will be fine."

"Really?" Shen Qing hesitated.

From the eyes of ordinary citizens, she always felt that the Ren family was an insurmountable mountain.

Jiang Fuli said calmly: "How could the surname of Xiangcheng be Ren? Xiangcheng belongs to the people."

Bai Po nodded, "That's right."

"Ah," Shen Qing felt that something was wrong, but at the same time felt that it seemed to make sense, "You seem to be saying the same thing, you let go of your hand, Ah Kao, it hurts me to death."

She rubbed her hand that hurt from being scratched by Bai Ke, and went in to make tea for Jiang Fuli.

And give him a new cup.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?" Shen Qing handed the teacup to Jiang Fuli.

Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa, took the new cup with "Darunduo Supermarket" printed on it, lowered his head and blew it gracefully, and took a sip, "Of course."

Jiang Fuli has this aspect of bluffing people.

Just by sitting there, he is worth thousands of troops, even if he tells Shen Qing that the sun in the sky is square, Shen Qing will feel that what he said is not unreasonable.

"That's good." Shen Qing rolled his eyes, and began to ask about Jiang Fuli's information again, "Little Jiang, where are you from..."

"..."

Bai Po also had a headache when he heard it.

"Auntie, we still have to go out to scout." She lifted Jiang He up, "Let's go first."

"Hey—" Shen Qing yelled from inside the door, "Hehe remember to come and play with sister next time!"

Jiang He, who was carried by Bai Po, looked back at Shen Qing with difficulty.

When he was downstairs, Bai Po let him down, and Jiang He stared at the excavators that had just entered the community for a long while.

**

Bai Po didn't go to the library in the afternoon.

Ming Dongheng drove the car to the address she said.

It was an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He stopped the car, and when he looked up, he saw a dilapidated small courtyard. He was taken aback, "This is..."

Jiang Fuli also got out of the car and stood in front of the door, looking at the plaque half-hanging outside the door——

【Xingyi Martial Art Museum】

The entire courtyard is very large, estimated to be five or six acres.

But it is almost on the outskirts of the city, and no one passes by.

The door is a thick red elm door, the four door pins have almost faded, but it can still be seen that it is a peony, and the bronze door knocker has faded.

Bai Po stepped up the steps, reached out and knocked on the door knocker three times.

No one came to answer the door.

"Are you looking for Master Jin?" A passing man on a battery scooter wiped his sweat with a towel and grinned, "He should have gone to work at the construction site, and he probably won't be back until ten o'clock in the evening."

Bai Po knew from Mao Kun a long time ago that this martial arts gym was closed.

But it never occurred to him that the person who opened the martial arts gym was at the construction site.

"Thank you." She put down her hand and thanked the man.

"I want to open the book association next door," Bai Po went down the stairs step by step, and told Jiang Fuli his thoughts, "I searched for information on this martial arts gym on the Internet, it is very big."

The Book Association does not use much space.

Jiang Fuli looked up, he looked at the tightly closed door next to the martial arts hall, almost Ming Dongheng drove the car here, and he guessed what Bai Po was thinking.

He circled around with a white scorpion, pointing to the spacious opposite of the martial arts hall: "You can apply for a bus stop here, no matter when traffic is the most important."

At the beginning, Bai Po completely handed over the Book Association to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, but today she changed her mind.

If you leave it to them, people in Xiangcheng may not be able to learn calligraphy equally.

She decided to come by herself.

There is also a martial arts gym.

Bai Po raised his head and looked at the half-hanging plaque.

Thinking of what Mao Kun said most of the children nowadays learn Taekwondo and Judo, Ning Xiao also said that Muay Thai is also very popular.

She looks away.

"Martial arts?" Bai Po was not used to typing on the computer, Jiang Fuli got in the car, took out his notebook, opened the document, and tapped the keyboard with one hand to help her type out the plan, "What else?"

He placed the computer on his lap casually, with his cold white fingertips resting against the black keyboard, occasionally tilting his head, listening carefully to Bai Po's ideas.

After typing, they sent it to Jiang Xijue to brainstorm.

Jiang Xijue, who is decisive in the financial world, thought that Jiang Fuli had sent out some serious document, so he interrupted the meeting and went back to the office to check. It turned out that it was a plan for a local book association martial arts school...

Qiu Xuezheng, who was helpless at Qiu's house, received a perfect proposal not long after.

**

Ren family.

Looking at the gift thrown by Ren Wanxuan outside the door, Ji Shaorong couldn't help pressing his forehead.

I'm used to it, Ren Wanxuan likes to throw things around when she loses her temper, whether it's from him or Ren Qian, she has thrown them into the trash can, but Ren Qian's way of raising girls is to be rich.

He didn't see any problem at all.

Ren Wanxuan is taught by Ren Qian, and Ji Shaorong has no right to intervene. Sometimes if he says a little more, the secretary-general will give you the title of "why take advantage of the Ren family".

Not to mention him, even Ren Jiawei couldn't get involved.

Ji Shaorong picked up the gift heavily.

When I went downstairs, I saw the secretary-general coming in from the door. He and the secretary-general had always disliked each other, and it became more and more obvious in recent years.

But today the Secretary-General has no time to mock him.

With a pale face, he went upstairs to find Ren Qian.

As soon as he entered the study, a teacup was thrown over him!

"Xiangcheng belongs to the Ren family, do you dare to say it?" Ren Qian looked at the secretary-general in disbelief, "His surname is Xu is a fool, you have been in this position for so many years and still can't see clearly?"

The Secretary-General has never made such a big mistake.

The main reason is that he never cared about the people of the Ji family, "Mr. Ren, I didn't know they knew Mr. Chen..."

"Whether they know Mr. Chen or not, I ask you how dare you say that?" Ren Qian had never been so angry before. After a while, he sat down on the chair, as if he had aged ten years , "I've been suspended for half a month now."

The Secretary-General's mind was buzzing.

"Go and tell Wan Xuan," Ren Qian has never done anything wrong for so many years, so he is not afraid of being investigated, "tell her that she can't get into the Book Association."

As for Minister Xu...

He has done too many bad things, and no one can keep him anymore.

**

Ren Wanxuan didn't know what happened to the Ren family.

She has already received a notice from Qiu Xuezheng that Bai Jian wants to open a book association alone, in a place where birds don't shit.

Ren Wanxuan was originally depressed about not being able to enter the Calligraphy Association, but when she heard the news, she suddenly lost interest in joining the Calligraphy Association——

[Brother, do you still want to join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association? 】

Jiang Jing.

Xiangcheng belongs to Beicheng, Vice-hui Qian has announced the news that Xiangcheng is going to open a book association in Beicheng Shuhui, and encourages everyone to join Xiangcheng members——

[Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is the first place of our Lanting Award]

This news shocked many people in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and many people were ready to move about it.

"I remember you are also from Xiangcheng, right?" Jian Rong was also very thoughtful. He looked at Qiu Boqing, Xiangcheng was very ordinary, but this Bai Jian was really attractive to the Calligraphy Association, "Captain Qian helped me sign up. gone."

Jian Rong held a registration form in his hand.

"I advise you not to go, I'm already thinking of a way to quit," Qiu Boqing pursed her lower lip, and said to Jian Rong and the people around her, "Give you a vaccination, you know where Xiangcheng is, although she She is number one, but she only joins the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, not the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is located in a suburb. Vice-Chairman Qian will definitely send a few people down. I advise you to seek connections as soon as possible. , don’t let yourself be sent down.”

"A junior association that has just been established, and those who have not joined the Chinese Calligraphy Association, it will be difficult to get out after entering."

With that said, Qiu Boqing also sent an application report to Qiu Xuezheng.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, they knew where Xiangcheng was.

Most of the people who want to go there rely on the reputation of "Bai Jian", but if Bai Jian doesn't join the Jiangjing Book Association, what's the use?

If you don't join the Book Association, you can't find a senior teacher. If you stop here for a lifetime, what development can you have?

Who is not fighting for the Jiangjing Book Association, who wants to be sent to Xiangcheng, which has no future?

One poor and one white.

There is no famous teacher, and the only one who can be called famous is Qiu Xuezheng, who is of average strength in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.

"She performed supernormally this time, but she won't join the Jiangjing Book Association. There is no teacher to teach her how to develop in the future? I will tell my grandfather to find a way to say hello to Deputy Team Qian, and I will apply for withdrawal," Jian Rong frowned, and also lost her mind , "I have the third prize, which is enough for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association's application threshold. Find a better teacher to teach me."

"Brother," he just got up, when a boy came behind him, "You don't want to go, can you give me the application form?"

"You?" Jian Rong looked at the boy and recognized him as his second uncle's son: "Jian Zhe? Why are you going to Xiangcheng?"

He looked at Jian Zhe, as if he was looking at some mentally handicapped person.

They are all looking for connections, and they are not allowed to go to Xiangcheng, but someone wants to go to Xiangcheng voluntarily?

"My girl brother..." Jian Zhe scratched his head, "I want to see that stone in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. You were selected by Deputy Team Qian, so it's not easy to quit. It will be different if I go instead of you. Grandpa will definitely not." would refuse."

mainly……

Jian Zhe only saw the work today, and then he knew that Bai Po wrote Liang Ti.

And he also learned Liang Ti.

"Whatever you want," Jian Rong glanced at Jian Zhe, and handed him the registration form: "Then tell Grandpa yourself, I didn't force you."

Watching Jian Zhe take the registration form.

Jian Rong seemed to throw away some package, she was light.

Jian Zhe took the registration form and called grandpa again.

The Jian family attached great importance to Jian Rong, and when he heard that Jian Zhe had gone to a place where no shit happened for Jian Rong, Grandpa Jian was naturally very willing and didn't ask a word.

**

After Jian Zhe submitted the list, he flew back to Beicheng the next day.

Then I took the train again, and when I arrived in Xiangcheng, it was already Monday afternoon.

No one from Jane’s family came to see him off.

He was not surprised at all, he was not a person chosen by fate.

Jian Zhe arrived at the Shuxie with a suitcase alone, while Qiu Xuezheng was sweeping the floor outside the door.

Seeing him, he looked up and smiled: "Jian Zhe, right? Come in first, we have a member meeting at six o'clock."

Bai Poan quietly organized a book association, without a launching ceremony or a press conference.

She only personally invites old local calligraphers who have not passed the exam to join.

He wrote the plaque of "Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association".

Jian Zhe heard what Qiu Boqing said before, and thought that the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was very desolate and dilapidated, but he did not expect to arrive here, but found that the things here are very old, but very simple.

He took a teacup and took a sip.

"Where did this tea come from?" Jian Zhe looked up at Qiu Xuezheng, feeling very strange in his heart.

this tea...

Why does it look so much like old Banzhang tea...

Why do you know so clearly?

Because his grandfather gave Jian Rong a tea cake when Jian Rong was shortlisted for the Lanting Award. Jian Rong flaunted it for a year and gave it to Jian Zhe. Jian Zhe remembered it clearly.

He even felt that this brown color was much better than Jian Rong's.

"Here," Qiu Xuezheng pointed to a big jar at the back, "Student Bai brought it here, do you like to drink it? I'll pack it up and take it back later. There are few funds here, so there are just these things..."

he sighed.

Jian Zhe stared dumbfounded at a pot tens of centimeters high, and then looked down at the tea in his hand.

"?"

At that time, Jian Rong showed off that piece of tea cake for a long time.

There are so many...then it shouldn't be old Banzhang tea, right?

It was near six o'clock.

Bai Po brought Jiang He over.

Wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, carrying a bag in her hand, and pulling her hair up, she walked into the hall of the Book Association on the setting sun.

"Everyone is here," Qiu Xuezheng invited several teachers and fathers out, and then said to Bai Po, "Today is the first all-hands meeting. Although there are not many people, it will be very difficult at the beginning..."

Jian Zhe sat beside Bai Po, looking at the scattered people sitting on the octagonal table.

Some understood what Qiu Boqing meant.

"Teacher Qiu, wait," Bai Po was looking down at the English reading, and when she heard Qiu Xuezheng's words, she raised her head, put her arms lightly on the table, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on the other hand to look out the door, "still There is one person."

"who?"

Qiu Xuezheng was taken aback.

He received no other applications.

Just as he was talking, in the twilight, a slender figure slowly appeared at the main entrance. He still held a mobile phone in his hand, walking along the bluestone road unhurriedly.

Qiu Xuezheng recognized at a glance that it was the man sitting next to Bai Po in the coffee shop before.

Jian Zhe was lying on the table talking to Bai Po.

As if feeling the gaze, he raised his head and sat up straight.

There were other people sitting on the Eight Immortals table, everyone was talking and laughing happily, but when they saw Jiang Fuli, everyone was very nervous for some reason.

Jian Zhe moved his butt halfway, thinking about making room for this big guy.

However, before he could stand up, Jiang He, who was sitting on the other side of the white scorpion, got up familiarly, and sat down on the stool on the side with a blank expression.

Jian Zhe: "...?"

Jiang Fuli casually pulled away the chair beside Bai Po, sat down casually, and greeted the people on the Eight Immortals table, "You can chat as you please, I'll just listen."

He acted like I was just listening.

But facing him, can Qiu Xuezheng get up casually?

"It's like this. There are seven...eight of our first-generation members this time," Qiu Xuezheng read one by one with his notebook. At the end of the reading, he looked at Jiang Fuli hesitantly, "Please, may I ask..."

"Jiang Fuli, that Fuli in Turkic." Jiang Fuli tapped the table with his fingertips, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and gave his name.

Qiu Xuezheng nodded, added his name, and asked again, "Is it the first time to join the Book Association, or the second time?"

"Second join."

Qiu Xuezheng was surprised again, he thought Jiang Fuli was the same as Bai Po, this was the first time.

After all, Jiang Fuli has an elite air, more like a financial and political person than an art person.

"Second entry," he took a sip of tea, relieved and continued to write on the paper, "Which book association did you join before, did you have a rating?"

"China Calligraphy Association, rating..." Jiang Fuli said lazily, and thought for a while: "Special member."

Holding a pen, Qiu Xuezheng, who was about to write down Jiang Fuli's information, paused and looked up in shock!