Senior Superstar

a little more.

Just when Li Shixin raised his hand to look at his watch, a minibus with "Business Vehicle" painted on its door stopped steadily in front of Li Shixin.

Seeing the golden painted Coster, Zhang Yaozhong standing beside Li Shixin straightened his back.

"Hey, this looks like a tourist. It has a sense of intimacy."

"Chairman, you can do it. How many times have you been in Coaster when you were in office? There is also a sense of intimacy, the intimacy of standing under the car and waiting to shake hands with people?"

Unable to see Zhang Yaozhong's appearance as an official addict, Zhang Weiyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair beside him, complained.

This sentence hurt my heart, making Zhang Yaozhong blush.

"Tsk! Old Zhang, don't look down on people. When I was in office, the leaders of that province often went to Rongdian to inspect the cultural industry. As the leader, I"

"I'm not less responsible for the reception, right? I understand, understand, understand."

Zhang Weiyu, who also came out of the system, has been born and died more than a dozen times, and has won a lot of medals and medals is obviously not going to give face.

"I don't care about you!"

Completely speechless after being teased by Zhang Weiyu, Zhang Yaozhong snorted and turned his face away.

Seeing the old fans bickering, Li Shixin laughed.

At this time, Coste's door opened, and a man with a square face in the front row walked down with a face full of reluctance.

Seeing Zhou Pingyu for the second time, and obviously feeling that the other party didn't seem to be having a good time these two days, Li Shixin couldn't help but smirk.

"President Zhou, have you been criticized these two days?"

If this sentence was asked by others, Zhou Pingyu might not have any reaction yet. But from Li Shixin's mouth, it can be regarded as a firecracker!

"What's the matter? Do you want to see me making a joke? I messed up your reception banquet and waited here? Let me tell you, I really don't hesitate to be the president of this poor president! Don't think that the city will invest in you, give you money How about you making a movie. If you have the money to do fancy things instead of serious things, anyway, I’m a hundred people who don’t accept it!”

Straight up, this man.

Seeing the anger on Zhou Pingyu's face, Li Shixin felt that this person was even more interesting.

Being stared unnaturally by Li Shixin's soft cotton-like eyes, Zhou Pingyu let out a deep breath.

"Didn't you ask me to come by name? Come on, taunt me, mock me, sarcasm me, trample on my personality! I will follow!"

? ? ?

The old man has never heard such a cheap request in his life.

Masochist?

Faced with Zhou Pingyu's tons of negative emotions rushing towards him, Li Shixin was happy;

"President Zhou thinks too much, we two have no grievances, I'm fine, why are you mocking you?"

After looking at Li Shixin for a while, seeing that his face was full of sincerity, Zhou Pingyu controlled his emotions slightly: "Then why did you ask me to come?!"

"Ha, didn't you hear Chairman Zhou say that you own a kiln? This time when you come to JDZ, the first thing you want to see is the porcelain kiln. No, in the morning, Minister Sun said that he would take us around JDZ, I just thought that I must go to Chairman Zhou to have a look. To see where the blue and white porcelain that our JDZ has passed down through the ages is made, and to see the production process, it is not in vain."

Hearing this, Zhou Pingyu was taken aback.

"That, then, get in the car first."

Noticing that the hot-tempered man was blushing, and had a pair of big hands on his trouser pockets, he wanted to rub his fingers to make two holes. Li Shixin suppressed a smile, and led a group of old fans, An Xiaoxiao and other young generals, to board the Taiwan Coaster.

"Actually, our factory is nothing fancy. Porcelain making is actually similar to writing an article. On the surface, it looks like this article is full of flowers and beautiful pens. But in reality? Maybe it's those who don't look very good writers, who lived in a messy study of a few square meters, and even wrote in a hotel that smelled of stinky feet. Our place is very messy, and you will know when you see it after a while."

Speeding all the way along the avenue, after more than an hour of seven turns and eight turns, everyone was still on the way to Zhou Pingyu's factory.

Seeing that they have left the city, the surrounding scenery has changed from high-rise buildings to lush green windbreak trees. Zhou Pingyu, who was sitting in front of Li Shixin, finally turned around and said something with a blushing face.

"It's okay, what you're looking at is the original ecology."

Li Shixin smiled slightly, he felt that the man in front of him who looked about forty years old was a bit interesting.

No matter what his attitude towards himself is, but by observing his words and deeds, Li Shixin is definitely an upright person.

Such people are absolutely incompatible within the system, but they are definitely worth getting to know.

"That's it."

Nodding his head, Zhou Pingyu raised his hand.

"Just turn the corner ahead."

While he was talking, Coster braked slowly and got off the road.

After walking less than 200 meters along the concrete road covered with gravel, Li Shixin's vision suddenly became brighter.

There are many mountains in Jiangxi, but Li Shixin never expected that so close to the urban area located on flat land, he could still see a place like a landscape with splashed ink.

On a spacious flat land next to a small river, several rows of color steel factory buildings and several kilns further away are located in a dense manner.

The sky was shrouded in misty clouds, it was obviously cloudy, but it didn't make people feel oppressed. It seems to cast a veil on everything that can be seen, making the mountains in the distance faint, and it is ashamed to say.

"It's here."

When the minibus stopped, Zhou Pingyu pointed to the "Zhou's Blue and White Porcelain Factory" carved in official script.

"Dad! Why did you go? You didn't answer your phone calls? My mother just looked for you everywhere!"

Before Li Shixin and the others got out of the car, they heard a girl with a heavy accent but an unusually clear and pleasant voice shouting loudly.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Pingyu turned around immediately. When he saw a girl with a hanging ponytail and an apron, he frowned.

"What does the tigress want me to do?"

"she says."

The girl trotted all the way to the front, and seeing a group of strangers getting off the minibus one after another, she choked back when she blurted out the words.

Rubbing her glazed hands with her apron, she lowered her voice.

"She said, she said don't let you cause trouble again, and said that if you cause trouble again, she will divorce you. Huh?"

Just when the little girl was lying on Lao Zhou's shoulders, imitating her mother to rake her father's ears, she noticed Li Shixin who got out of the car and was stretching.

Slap.

A brush in the little girl's hand fell to the ground.

"Believe me, believe me, believe me!"

oh?

Seeing the little girl's surprise, Li Shixin blinked.

"Hello."

"Dad, you said earlier that the government found a celebrity to endorse our JDZ, and the one who let you mess up at the reception banquet was Xinye?"

Seeing that his daughter was unable to speak well, Zhou Pingyu put on a face and remained silent.

And based on the precise understanding of her father's temper, the girl has already got a definite answer.

"Do you know who he is? Ah!!!!!!"

Being held by his daughter and jumping, Zhou Pingyu's face sank, "It doesn't look like it!"

"You're out of your mind! It's him, it's him who sold the 400 million Song Qinghua at the charity auction before!"

"ah?!"

Hearing her daughter's excited scream, Zhou Pingyu was taken aback.

oops!

this feeling.

Looking at the girl who seemed to be his fan, Li Shixin straightened his coat.

Our old Li has been in the entertainment industry for so long, and finally we can meet wild fans outside!

Achievement get!

However, just when Li Shixin was thinking about whether he should go over and ask the little girl if she wanted to sign, Zhou Pingyu, who was in a petrified state, directly threw his daughter off his arm.

Then, he turned around and picked up a broom piled at the door.

"The one that sells one and throws the other? Prodigal son, I beat you to death for the country!"

"well?!"

Seeing Lao Zhou's sudden uproar, the director of the Tourism Bureau and the driver who came to accompany Li Shixin on the tour quickly stopped him.

"No way, old Zhou, no way!"

Shrinking his neck, Li Shixin took a breath.

Who is this?

The little temper is too irritable!