Rebirth of the Routine King

When Qi Ming called, Wang Yan had just gone down to the foot of the mountain to find a restaurant.

When Wang Yan heard his drunken words, he was completely stunned.

Brother, how much did you drink? You can brag about how awesome you are! If I give you another bottle, I guess the mall will be yours.

Depressed as hell, Wang Yan also knew that Qi Ming must have been talked about by those people, and he also wanted to gain some face in front of Ouyang Moli, so he made this call.

After thinking for a few seconds, Wang Yan said: "Uncle Qi, you also know that Li Mobai is still waiting for my reply! How about this! Give your number to Vice President Fu too! We will have an in-depth conversation at eleven o'clock in the evening.

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Although Qi Ming was drunk, he was not obsessed. The purpose of his call was to let the three people see his statement. He followed Wang Yan's words and said: "Okay! I will give your phone number to Deputy Fu later."

Boss, you can discuss it by yourselves tonight!"

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jiangfu picked up the wine glass again and said cheerfully: "Brother Qi is such a sweet-tempered person. No matter whether this matter succeeds or not, I am determined to be your friend!"

Qi Ming also laughed and said: "My pleasure!"

After bragging for a while, Qi Ming put his arm around Fu Jiangfu's shoulders and asked you to take a bath...

The latter did not refuse.

Gai Pingyuan left the Jasmine Garden first on the grounds that he had something to do in the afternoon.

Naturally, Ouyang Moli couldn't participate in the men's little game. After looking at Fu Jiangfu with a half-smile, she also returned to her own office.

Qi Ming showed the way and Fu Jiangfu drove. The two of them soon arrived at a bathhouse. After changing into loose bathrobes, they walked into a closed and quiet hot spring room.

After a while, two graceful girls also wearing bathrobes came in.

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on the other side,

After Wang Yan hung up the phone, he complained to Wang Weihang and others with some distress: "If I had known there were so many worries, I wouldn't have bought that piece of land! I don't understand, I just want to quietly raise some sheep, why?"

You all want to buy my piece of land at a high price?"

The word Versailles was not popular in this era, but after hearing Wang Yan's disguised show off, everyone felt something was strange.

Especially Dou Liang, who loves money. Before entering the restaurant, he thought he could eat two bowls of noodles. But now, whether he can finish one bowl is a question.

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After a quick lunch, the group then visited the scenic spots in Los Angeles.

According to the itinerary, they first came to the Los Angeles Museum.

The overall shape of the museum is like a big tripod, which is in line with the simple and calm inner thought.

Since it was the May Day holiday, there were a lot of tourists visiting the museum. At the beginning, the group of people were still together. As they entered the museum, everyone had different preferences for cultural relics, and they gradually separated.

However, Song Zhiwen and Wang Yan would never get separated, because her hand was either holding his hand or holding his sleeve.

In short, she may not have cultural relics or friends in her eyes, but she must have Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was more interested in calligraphy and painting galleries. After seeing an authentic work by an ancient master, he was immersed in it for a while.

When he regained consciousness, he found that Song Zhiwen and Pan Yafei were the only ones around him.

"Where are the others?"

Pan Yafei replied: "I went to visit other museums."

"Why don't you go?"

"Ah?! Well, I also like to look at calligraphy and paintings..."

Wang Yan suddenly said in a gentle tone: "Ya Fei, don't follow me anymore. I already have mosquitoes and I really don't have the energy to take care of your feelings..."

Pan Yafei was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red and he yelled at Wang Yan: "Bah! Vulgar! Dirty!"

After he left angrily, Wang Yan put his arm around Song Zhiwen's shoulders and said with a smile: "You too, don't you feel dazzled by such a bright light bulb?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Song Zhiwen's lips, which had curved eyebrows.

Without an acquaintance by her side, Song Zhiwen acted more boldly and casually. She held Wang Yan's waist and pressed her whole body against him. In a corner where no one was around, she even pulled him to discuss the difference between French and German kisses.

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The two mouths are dishonest, but the four hands are very honest, because they are afraid that they will not be able to stop the car.

The Los Angeles Museum is so big that I walked around for half an hour without meeting anyone I knew.

I still met Wang Weihang and Tian Qingqing who were hugging each other at the Painted Pottery Museum.

A young couple, and then four people visit together.

After a while, they met Lin Xiyan and Liu Jianan holding hands again. After seeing Wang Yan and the four of them, Liu Jianan took the lead to let go of his hand, and then the six of them formed a group to visit.

Immediately afterwards, I met Gao Wen, Wu Chen, Liu Chengjin and Wu Xin...

Immediately afterwards, they met Qi Xia and Dong Xiaojie, as well as Dou Liang and Pan Ya flying behind these two women.

At this point, the team is reunited.

After visiting together for a while, the group walked out of the Los Angeles Museum at around 4 p.m.

During this trip, those who didn’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend only got a bunch of pictures of cultural relics, while those who were in a relationship got a few more kisses.

Next stop, White Horse Temple.

Still using the old method, Wu Chen and others took a taxi, and Wang Yan and Lin Xiyan drove behind.

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At the same time, in a private room of a bathhouse in the mall, a naked Qi Ming woke up quietly.

I squinted my eyes, shook my head twice, and moved my brain again, and finally remembered where this was.

Then, a thoughtful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, probably because he thought of some wonderful things.

Seeing that Fu Jiangfu was no longer on the other bed, he shook his head again and then remembered that he had said goodbye and left just when he was about to fall asleep.

My head is still a little hazy, probably because the alcohol at noon has not completely subsided.

Qi Ming sighed and thought to himself that he was really old.

It was ten years ago. Even if I drank so much wine, took a dip in the hot springs, and hugged a beautiful woman, I was sure that nothing would happen. But now, I have slept for several hours, and I have not recovered from the drunkenness.

Slowly getting up, he opened the closet and grinned when he saw the pile of money on top of the clothes. Good things happened today. Wang Yan made a lot of money from that piece of land, and he made a lot of money from that piece of land.

Wang Yan also made a small profit.

On normal days, I earned nearly 200,000 yuan in less than a day, which is a windfall. But compared with Wang Yan's huge profits, this amount of money can really only be called... small.

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He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants, lay back on the bed and blew out the smoke leisurely.

Before I finished smoking a cigarette, a ringing sound came from the closet.

He stood up quickly and took out his cell phone from his pants. When he saw the caller's number, he was stunned.

It was a call from a leader of the Municipal Land Reform Bureau...

No? Are there any other real estate developers interested in that piece of land?

If so, doesn't it mean that I have another windfall?

With suspicion and excitement, Qi Ming pressed the answer button...

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The White Horse Temple in Luocheng has many titles, such as: the first ancient temple in China, the world-famous Jialan, the first government-run temple, etc.

At this time, the outer walls of the White Horse Temple have not yet been fully painted and look a bit shabby, but this does not affect the pilgrimage of tourists.

As soon as they walked outside the temple gate, they saw Wang Yan and others empty-handed. A group of incense vendors immediately swarmed around and introduced their own incense sticks.

Everyone turned their attention to Wang Yan, because he paid the bill, so the decision was in his hands.

Wang Yan looked at a stall not far away and saw that the owner of that stall was an elderly uncle who was missing a leg.

At this time, the uncle also looked over and happened to meet Wang Yan's eyes.

From this gaze, Wang Yan saw the vicissitudes of the world, saw detachment and indifference, and saw a lack of competition.

So, he walked over.

Everyone also followed.

The incense sellers who recommended themselves retreated in dejection.

"Uncle, how do you sell this incense?"

The uncle looked very embarrassed in his clothes, but his voice was very loud: "Fifteen for the small one, and twenty for the larger one."

"Which one do you think we should buy?"

The uncle chuckled and said: "Burning incense is just a medium to communicate with the Buddha. It just needs to be incense, it doesn't matter how big or small it is."

Wang Yan snapped his fingers: "I understand."

After saying that, he said to everyone: "Listen to uncle, we will buy a lot of them!"

The smiling uncle suddenly burped, and then looked at Wang Yan as if he were a monster.

Seeing Wang Yan paying for incense for so many people, the uncle quickly persuaded him: "Except for the couple, the incense money is

It cannot be paid for! This is a matter of sincerity."

Everyone thought the same thing and quickly paid for the incense themselves.

As soon as you enter the temple gate, there is no more noise from vendors hawking. Instead, you can hear the faint sound of chanting sutras and the echoing bells, and the unique smell of incense sticks is constantly wafting from the tip of your nose.

Wang Yan knew that in a few years, for the sake of environmental protection, Baima Temple would ban the burning of incense and worship with flowers instead.

White Horse Temple is very large, and there are many places to burn incense, which are easy to find. You can burn incense and kneel down wherever there is an incense burner and futon in front of the statue.

After entering the temple gate, perhaps seeing Wang Yan, who has the most out-of-the-box personality, had a solemn expression on his face, everyone closed their mouths in unison, looking solemn and solemn.

Wang Yan is not pretending to be solemn, but may be influenced by his mother Li Xinlan. He respects Buddhism and temples very much.

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In Zhoucheng, Huai County is a very famous county town because it is the hometown of the ancestor Fuxi.

Every year from the first day to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, millions of people from surrounding areas come to Huai County to burn incense!

Especially on the day of the 15th, the line of people burning incense can stretch for thousands of meters! They are so crowded that the scene is very spectacular!

Wang Yan's hometown, Dan County, is only a few dozen kilometers away from Huai County. Every year around the 15th day of the year, Wang Dacai takes his family to kowtow at the Human Clan Mausoleum in Huai County to pray.

Wang Yan has been born with a naughty character since he was a child. Out of his childlike nature, he always likes to ask questions about unfamiliar things.

When he first went to Huai County, Wang Yan was about five or six years old. Wang Dacai was worried that he would speak unintentionally and unintentionally say bad things, so he kept warning him on the way not to ask random questions, and even stopped him from talking.

But Wang Yan has not been afraid of Wang Dacai since he was a child. The more the latter refused to let him talk, the more he kept talking, and Wang Dacai almost beat him with anger.

In the end, Li Xinlan comforted Wang Yan and told him that worshiping the gods is a very sacred thing. If you smile playfully, the gods will not make your wish come true.

For the first time, little Wang Yan had the idea of ​​independence. He raised his head and asked his mother Li Xinlan in a childish voice: "Then can I also make a wish to the gods?"

Li Xinlan smiled and nodded.

Wang Dacai was so happy that he asked Wang Yan: "You are so young, what trouble can you have? First tell me what wish you made to the gods? Maybe I can help you make it!"

Xiao Wang Yan said seriously: "I don't want my mother to cry."

As soon as these words came out, the couple fell into silence.

It was the most difficult time for Wang Dacai at that time. His eldest son Wang Yuan was in school, Wang Yan was about to go to school, and his daughter Wang Zhouzhou had just learned to walk. The burden of making money naturally fell on him, but he also had the task of taking care of his three children.

But it was borne by his wife alone.

At that time, Wang Dacai often went out to work, and Li Xinlan was both a father and a mother. Not only did she have to get up early to cook and send Wang Yuan to school, but she also had to keep an eye on the naughty Wang Yan. Wang Zhouzhou, who was in the period of breastfeeding, couldn't let go.

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At first, there was an old sow in the family, but Li Xinlan couldn't take care of it, so Wang Dacai sold it.

The three children occupied all of Li Xinlan's time and consumed her most precious youth.

Although she has no regrets, she is still a young woman in her early thirties after all! She will also be sad and aggrieved!

But when I felt wronged, there was no one to talk to. During many long nights, I often wiped my tears silently by myself. Several times, I was seen by Wang Yan who woke up in the middle of the night due to urination.

This image has always been remembered in his young mind.

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After hearing Xiao Wang Yan express her wish, Li Xinlan cried again, but this time she was happy and relieved.

Wang Dacai also rarely showed a kind look and told Xiao Wang Yan: "The gods will definitely help you realize this wish!"

After arriving in Huai County, Wang Yan, who had always been lively, really calmed down, with a laughable seriousness on his young face.

He imitated Wang Dacai's example and kowtowed three times to the gods seriously, silently praying to his mother not to cry...

Miraculously, in the following days, my mother never cried again.

Of course, Wang Dacai also deserves some credit, because after that day, no matter how difficult life was, he never left his wife Li Xinlan.

And the wish he made to his ancestor was: to help each other, to share honor and disgrace, and to share life and death.

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