Writing can shock the world and communicate with ghosts and gods!
In ancient mythology, when a good article is presented to the world, strange phenomena will appear from heaven. Auspicious clouds fill the sky, drums and harps sound, fairies scatter flowers, saints appear, and the seventy-two saints bow and pay homage.
Military generals have murderous intentions, while scholars have integrity.
When a scholar is not afraid of power or life and death, then he is invincible. Kill him and humiliate him, just to make him famous in history.
Sima Qian was like this, and Lu Zheng could also be like this.
Fang Yan's eyes widened, his mind deeply shocked.
His grandfather, a teacher who rarely quarreled with others in his life, was able to be aggressive and not give in when facing a gangster like Du Qing. This was so unexpected and surprising.
He held his head high, his eyes firm and determined, his thin face slightly tilted, his silver hair standing upright without wind.
He was the shortest old man in the audience, but at this moment, the aura he exuded enveloped the entire audience.
Respect heaven and earth. Respect morality. Fear the people's will.
He's just a gangster, what's there to be afraid of
Fang Yan felt like tears welling up in his eyes.
A man should be like this!
His Dantian felt hot, as if someone was poking it with a match. The Tai Chi Heart, which had been stagnant for a long time, began to react. Was the solid shell finally going to melt
Countless ideas flashed in his mind. He tried hard to pursue them, but could not get any results. Just like an earthworm loosening the soil, or a seed trying to break through the film above its head - just a little bit short. With a little more effort, it can break through the soil.
What's missing
What is missing
Seeing Lu Zhang's aggressive look, Du Qing was extremely angry.
How many years have passed? No one dared to shout in front of him.
Of course, there was one, a guy who didn't know the depth of the world. Later, on his way back, he collided with a truck loaded with sand and gravel. He died on the spot, and the truck driver abandoned the truck and fled - how could there be so many coincidences in this world
Some coincidences are God's will, and some coincidences are human's will.
Just as Lu Zheng said, he was extremely wealthy, had many followers, made friends with the powerful, and had squeezed into upper class society as a young man - all he had to do was say a word, or even just give a hint with his eyes, and countless people would be willing to act for him and wipe out the old man and the young boy from this world.
Yes, his brothers are getting impatient.
The people who could stand in this office at this moment were all the brothers who had followed him to conquer the world. When these arrogant soldiers and fierce bandits heard Lu Zheng's words, their eyes were red and they clenched their fists. Du Qing also heard the heavy breathing of Manniu, which was a sign before he was about to take action.
"Back off." Du Qing said. Before a tragedy was about to happen.
"Brother----" Manniu shouted in a rough voice.
"Step back." Du Qing waved his hand and said with a smile.
When Manniu saw Du Qing's smiling face, his anger immediately disappeared and he turned away dejectedly.
I am not afraid of Du Qing yelling, I am afraid of Du Qing laughing. This is a phrase that the brothers always say.
If Du Qing yells at people around him, it proves that you are still his brother. If he smiles at you, you'd better not make him angry at this time.
When Manniu started walking, the others followed.
Soon, all the men in black were gone.
"Mr. Lu, why do you have to do this?" Du Qing looked at Lu Zheng and said with a smile. "Although I, Du Qing, came from a humble background and now I am full of money, I have long admired Mr. Lu's name. Huacheng used to be a weak city in education, but Mr. Lu turned the tide with his own strength. He launched a fund-raising campaign and opened many schools. He personally took care of everything and invited talents. What makes people admire him most is that Mr. Lu Jiu became the principal of the school, which is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. No matter how bad my heart is, I can't hurt such a kind and righteous old man who is dedicated to the public. Is that right?"
From Du Qing's words, we can know that he does have some understanding of Lu Zheng.
Moreover, he knew very well in his heart that he really couldn't do anything to Lu Zheng.
This little old man is a freak in Huacheng's education sector. He has no power or position, but, in many cases, his words are more effective than those of the mayor or governor.
He said that he was just a scholar and had no money, but Du Qing had no way of confirming this.
However, he said that he had thousands of students, which was his greatest pride, and Du Qing knew this very well.
More than thousands
He served as the principal of nine middle schools, and immediately stepped down when he found a more suitable candidate. When he gave up the position of principal for the ninth time, even the central government was alarmed. Every president and prime minister who visited the Flower City would specifically ask to meet this famous "nerd" in China.
How many students does the principal of nine schools have
How many of these people are now senior officials at the municipal and county levels or even in important positions in ministries and commissions? The official surnamed Zhang, who regarded him as a teacher and a father, is now the head of a municipality directly under the central government, and his rise to the center of national power is just around the corner.
No matter how influential Du Qing is, would he dare to touch an old gentleman like this
Thinking of this, Du Qing secretly criticized the eldest son of the Flower City Four Beauties, Jiang Zhongzhu. Didn't you say that the person you want to deal with is just an ordinary middle school teacher? Even Lu Zheng has come forward, is this still an ordinary middle school teacher
What a pitfall!
Du Qing gave in, and what he said hit Lu Zheng's soft spot, and the old man's expression looked better.
He looked at Du Qing seriously and said, "I am not here to take advantage of my age, I am here to seek justice for my grandson. I just want to know when, where and why did my grandson offend Mr. Du to cause you to retaliate like this? Killing someone is unforgivable, but destroying someone's reputation is absolutely unforgivable."
"It's a misunderstanding." Du Qing said with a smile. "It's a misunderstanding. Mr. Lu, you know that my focus now is mainly on Qingyun Group, and those fighting and killings are long gone. However, after all, I have been in the martial arts world, and the martial arts brothers should give Du some face - I'll ask someone to ask?"
"Ask." Lu Zheng said.
Du Qing knew that he had to give an explanation to the grandfather and grandson.
He turned on the intercom system on his wrist and said, "Secretary Li, ask Tianlang to come see me. Also, bring someone in to make a pot of good tea."
"Yes." Li Ya's sweet voice came from the microphone.
"Mr. Lu, and this little brother Fang Yan - come, wait a moment, they will be brought here soon. Let's drink tea and chat. The biggest regret of my life is that I didn't read much, so I respect intellectuals very much."
After Du Qing said this, Lu Zheng and Fang Yan had no choice but to give him face.
Du Qing pressed the button on his watch, and the silver-white wall automatically shrank to both sides. A big door appeared at the edge of the golf course. Inside the door was an antique room with a coffee table and chairs.
According to Fang Yan's understanding, these tea tables and chairs are all made of precious materials such as red sandalwood or Hainan rosewood, and some of them have been passed down from dynasties over hundreds or even thousands of years. The decoration and layout of this small tea room alone would cost hundreds of millions of dollars.
Lu Zheng was very interested in these exquisitely carved and finely crafted wooden furniture. He admired them carefully and said, "It is rare to see large pieces of furniture made of red sandalwood nowadays, and it is even rarer to see such exquisite workmanship. Mr. Du must collect it well. It is a national treasure."
"Mr. Lu has taught me, Du Qing will definitely obey." Du Qing smiled gently and agreed.
As the three were talking, the office door opened.
Secretary Li Ya came in with two cheongsam girls, one holding a teapot and the other carrying boiling water, and walked towards the tea room.
The cheongsam girls had obviously received tea ceremony training. They immediately started to work on the tea table after they came in. They washed the tea leaves, cleaned the cups, and brewed the tea with skillful and graceful movements. Just smelling the tea and watching the tea art performance was a beautiful enjoyment.
Li Ya stood respectfully at the side, occasionally glancing at Fang Yan who was sitting with Lu Zheng.
The tea was ready, and the cheongsam girl used tweezers to pass the teacups to everyone.
Du Qing made a gesture of invitation and said, "Mr. Lu, please."
Lu Zheng picked up the teacup, sniffed it, and praised, "Good tea."
Du Qing became interested and asked, "Mr. Lu, may I ask what's good about it?"
Lu Zheng glanced at Fang Yan beside him and said, "My grandson is very picky. Let's listen to what he has to say."
Du Qing smiled and said, "Then could Brother Fang Yan give us some comments?"
When they heard Du Qing asking Fang Yan to taste the tea, Li Ya and the two cheongsam girls immediately looked at Fang Yan's face.
Fang Yan smelled its fragrance and observed its color, then took a sip and held it in his mouth to savor it carefully. He swallowed and waited until the sweetness returned to his throat before saying, "I won't comment on the tea for now, let me talk about the water first. It doesn't taste like bleach, so it's not tap water. There are no artificially added industrial raw materials, so it's not mineral water. It's clear and sweet, and comes from nature. I think this water must come from a spring in a famous mountain or a beautiful place - the most amazing thing is that I don't know how this water was transported here. It's not moldy, not hard to pronounce, and it still maintains a clear and fresh taste. It's like it was just fished out of a spring."
Du Qing praised it highly and said with a smile: "This water comes from Huju Mountain. My people found a spring there. The water is sweet and suitable for making tea. The water is stored in wooden barrels without lids. Fresh tea leaves are used to cover the barrels to prevent dust. The water is then transported by water in wooden boats, which are rowed by hand, so the water will not be stained with any smell of engine oil. Brother Fang is a master, what you said is absolutely right."
After a pause, he said, "Mr. Fang, can you comment on this tea?"
"The tea is not good enough--" Fang Yan said calmly. "The tea doesn't match the water. This must not be the fine tea that Mr. Du treasures, right?"
Du Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed, turned to Li Ya and said, "Bring us tea, good tea." (To be continued)