Chapter 68 068 Ren Qian is suspended, special member!

The Secretary-General and Minister Xu did not know Jiang Fuli, but even if they did not know him, they felt a strong sense of oppression as soon as they opened the door. They were so oppressed

that they did not dare to raise their heads.

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

Even when Jiang Fuli told him not to go to college before, he had 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 stretched out his hand, picked up the Secretary-General and Minister Xu one by one, and threw them out, "You go in first, I'll handle it."

Let Jiang Fuli handle this matter, I'm afraid that the whole Ren family will be skinned.

After Jiang Fuli goes in.

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

After Jiang Fu left, the Secretary-General and the other two breathed a sigh of relief. However, before the Secretary-General could calm down, Ming Dongheng's next sentence made him tremble with fear.

As Ren Qian's top leader, the Secretary-General naturally received the data from Director Chen.

Although Ren Qian's people always called him "Master Chen", it does not mean that he does not know Master Chen's name.

Looking at the Secretary-General's reaction, Ming Dongheng knew that it was right, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the Secretary-General: "I will let Chen Yongkun communicate with you."

After that, he opened the door and went in, locking the two people outside.

Minister Xu had just been transferred to the position, so naturally he had never heard of the name Chen Yongkun. After Ming Dongheng and Jiang Fuli had entered the house, he looked up at the Secretary-General: "Who are these two people? Who is Chen Yongkun?"

The preconceived notion that the Ji Shaojun family made him look down on Bai Shi.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Secretary-General's face turned pale.

"Chen... Master Chen..." The Secretary-General's fingers trembled, and he suddenly realized that he was showing off in the wrong place today, "Hurry back to find the master!"

Judging from the momentum of the two people, the Secretary-General had no doubt that the Chen Yongkun mentioned by Ming Dongheng was of the same name.

As for the Ji family, he originally thought that today's matter would be easy to resolve, but now how come it has something to do with Master Chen?

He almost ran downstairs.

Behind him, Minister Xu realized belatedly that something seemed to be wrong.

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

Who is Chen Yongkun?

**

Ji family.

Shen Qing was grabbed by Bai Xi's sleeve, "Ah Xi, let me talk to the secretary again, don't grab me..."

She looked anxious.

The Ren family has a deep-rooted status in Xiangcheng, and the location is remote. It can be said that they are local emperors. Shen Qing didn't understand the other things, but the secretary-general's words about school made Shen Qing panic!

She knew that Bai Xi was serious about studying.

Ji Heng often said that Bai Xi studied until one o'clock in the morning and wanted to work hard to get a bachelor's degree.

"Aunt, why are you so anxious?" Bai Yu was very strong. She forced Shen Qing to sit down and comforted her: "At worst, I can change schools."

Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is pretty good. Why change schools?

Shen Qing opened her mouth, "Don't drag me down, kid! What do you know? Are you as stubborn as your uncle? Tell me what you are doing with the Ren family. You will soon be unable to catch up with the secretary!"

She was halfway through her words when she suddenly felt the whole hall cool down. She suddenly shivered.

When she raised her head, she touched the tall figure slowly coming in.

The other person lowered his head slightly, his fine black hair drooped slightly, his skin was cold and pale, his light eyes were emotionless, his black windbreaker was casually open, his icy face, even this old hall was set off by him with a unique style.

Shen Qing recognized him almost at a glance, the young man in the police station last time.

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

She stroked her chin slowly, which was quite useful.

"Don't worry," Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He who was sitting on the ground playing a puzzle, and said to Shen Qing, "Nothing will happen."

"Really?" Shen Qing was a little hesitant.

With her ordinary citizen's eyes, she always felt that the Ren family was an insurmountable mountain.

Jiang Fuli said calmly: "How can Xiangcheng be surnamed Ren? Xiangcheng belongs to the people."

Bai Fuli nodded, "That's right."

"Ah," Shen Qing felt that something was wrong, but she also felt that it made sense, "It seems that what you said is true, Ah Fuli, let go, it hurts me so much."

She rubbed her hand that was hurt by Bai Fuli's grip, and went in to make tea for Jiang Fuli. She

also brought 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 "RT-Mart" printed on it, bowed his head and blew it elegantly, and took a sip, "Of course."

Jiang Fuli is good at bluffing.

Just sitting there, he was worth a thousand troops. Even if he told Shen Qing that the sun in the sky was square, Shen Qing would think that what he said was not unreasonable.

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

"..."

Bai Xi also had a headache when she heard this.

"Aunt, we still have to go out to scout the place." She picked up Jiang He, "We'll leave first."

"Hey--" Shen Qing shouted from the door, "He He, remember to come over and play with your sister next time!"

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

When they got downstairs, Bai Xi let him go. Jiang He stared at the excavators that had just entered the community for a long time.

**

Bai Xi did not go to the library in the afternoon.

Ming Dongheng drove the car to the address she mentioned.

It was an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He stopped the car and looked up to see a run-down courtyard house. He was stunned, "What is this..."

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

[Xingyi Martial Arts School]

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

But it is almost in the suburbs, and few people pass by.

The door is a heavy red elm door. The four door pins have almost faded, but it can still be seen that they are peonies. The bronze door ring has faded.

Bai Shi stepped onto the steps and reached out to knock on the door ring three times.

No one came to open the door.

"Are you looking for Master Jin?" A man riding an electric car passed by and wiped his sweat with a towel, grinning, "He should have gone to work at the construction site. It is estimated that he will be back at ten o'clock in the evening."

Bai Shi had already known from Mao Kun that this martial arts school was closed.

But he never expected that the person who opened the martial arts school was at the construction site.

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

"I want to open the calligraphy association next door," Bai Xi walked down the stairs step by step and told Jiang Fuli her idea, "I have searched for information about this martial arts hall on the Internet. It is very big."

The calligraphy association does not need a large place.

Jiang Fuli looked up and looked at the tightly closed door next to the martial arts hall. It was almost as if Ming Dongheng drove the car here that he guessed Bai Xi's idea.

He took Bai Xi around and pointed to the spacious opposite side of the martial arts hall: "We can apply for a bus stop here. Transportation is the most important thing at all times."

Bai Xi initially handed over the calligraphy association completely to the Cultural and Tourism Bureau, but today she changed her mind.

If it is handed over to them, the people of Xiangcheng may not be able to learn calligraphy equally.

She decided to do it herself.

And the martial arts hall.

Bai Xi raised her head and looked at the half-hanging plaque.

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

She retracted her gaze.

"Martial arts school?" Bai Xi was not used to typing on the computer. Jiang Fuli got in the car, took out his notebook, opened the document, and typed on the keyboard with one hand to help her make a plan. "Anything else?"

He casually placed the computer on his knees, with his cold white fingertips against the black keyboard. Occasionally, he would tilt his head and listen carefully to Bai Xi's ideas.

After typing, he sent it to Jiang Xijue for brainstorming.

Jiang Xijue, who was decisive in the financial world, thought that Jiang Fuli had sent a document of some importance. He interrupted the meeting and went back to the office to check. It turned out to be a plan for a local martial arts school of the Book Association...

Qiu Xuezheng, who was at a loss in the face of his enemies, soon received a perfect plan.

** Ren

's family.

Ji Shaorong looked at the gift thrown out of the door by Ren Wanxuan and couldn't help but press his forehead.

He was used to it. Ren Wanxuan liked to throw things around when she was angry. Whether it was given by him or Ren Qian, she had thrown them into the trash can. However, Ren Qian's way of raising girls was to enrich them.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

Ren Wanxuan was taught by Ren Qian, and Ji Shaorong had no right to interfere. Sometimes if he said one more word, the Secretary-General would accuse him of trying to 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 he went downstairs, he saw the Secretary-General coming in. He and the Secretary-General had always disliked each other, and it had become more and more obvious in recent years.

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

He went upstairs to find Ren Qian with a pale face.

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

"Xiangcheng belongs to the Ren family, and you dare to say that?" Ren Qian looked at the Secretary General in disbelief, "He, the Xu guy, is a fool, you have been in this position for so many years and still can't see it clearly?"

The Secretary General had never made such a big mistake.

It was mainly because of the group of people from the Ji family, and he never took it to heart, "Mr. Ren, I didn't know they actually knew Master Chen..."

"Whether they know Master Chen or not, I ask you how dare you say this?" Ren Qian had never been so angry before, and after a while, he sat down on the chair, as if he had aged a dozen years, "I am now suspended for half a month."

The Secretary General's head was buzzing.

"Go tell Wanxuan," Ren Qian hadn't done anything shameful over the years, so he wasn't afraid of being investigated, "tell her she can't join the Calligraphy Association."

As for Minister Xu...

he had done too many shameful things, and no one could protect him anymore.

**

Ren Wanxuan didn't know about the changes in the Ren family.

She had already received a notice from Qiu Xuezhen that Bai Mi was going to open a separate Calligraphy Association in a place where no one lives.

Ren Wanxuan was originally depressed about not being able to join the Calligraphy Association, but after hearing this news, she suddenly lost interest in joining the Calligraphy Association -

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

Jiang Jing.

Xiangcheng is from Beicheng. Vice President Qian has already announced the news that Xiangcheng is going to open a calligraphy association in Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and encouraged everyone to join Xiangcheng members.

[The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is held by the first place winner of our Lanting Award this time]

This news shocked many people in Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and many people are eager to make a move.

"I remember you are also from Xiangcheng, right?" Jian Rong also had some ideas. He looked at Qiu Boqing. Xiangcheng was very ordinary, but this Bai Li was really attractive to the calligraphy association. "Captain Qian helped me sign up."

Jian Rong held a registration form in his hand.

"I advise you not to go. I'm already thinking of ways to withdraw," Qiu Boqing pursed his lips and said to Jian Rong and the people around him, "I'll give you a heads up. You know where Xiangcheng is. Although she is the first, she only joined the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, not the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is located in a suburb. Vice President Qian will definitely send a few people down. I advise you to find connections as soon as possible and don't let yourself be sent down."

"It's a newly established primary association, and it's difficult for people who haven't joined the Chinese Calligraphy Association to get out once they get in."

As he said this, Qiu Boqing also submitted an application report to Qiu Xuezheng.

The others looked at each other. They also knew where Xiangcheng was.

Most people who want to go go because of the reputation of "Bai Li", but what's the use if Bai Li doesn't join the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association?

If you don't join the calligraphy association, you won't find a senior teacher. If you stay here for your whole life, what development can you have?

Who doesn't fight for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association? Who wants to be relegated to Xiangcheng, where there is no future?

There is nothing. There are no famous teachers. The only one who can be called famous is Qiu Xuezheng

, who is mediocre in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.

"She performed exceptionally well this time, but if she doesn't get into the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, how will she develop in the future without a teacher to teach her? I'll tell grandpa and ask him to find a way to inform Deputy Captain Qian that I'm going to withdraw," Jian Rong frowned and gave up the idea. "I won the third prize, which is enough to meet the application threshold of the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. Find a better teacher to teach me."

"Brother," he just stood up and a boy came over from behind him, "You're not going, can you give me the application form?"

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

He looked at Jian Zhe as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

Everyone is looking for connections to prevent themselves from going to Xiangcheng, and someone actually wants to go to Xiangcheng voluntarily?

"My female brother..." Jian Zhe shook his head, "I want to go and see the stone in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. You have been selected by Deputy Captain Qian, and it is not easy to withdraw. It will be different if I go in your place. Grandpa will definitely not refuse."

The main reason is...

Jian Zhe only saw the work today and knew that Bai Mi wrote in Liang style.

And he also learned Liang style.

"It's up to you," Jian Rong glanced at Jian Zhe and handed him the registration form: "Then you can tell grandpa yourself, I'm not forcing you."

Watching Jian Zhe take the registration form.

Jian Rong seemed to have thrown away a burden, feeling light.

Jian Zhe took the registration form and called his grandfather again.

The Jian family valued Jian Rong. When they heard that Jian Zhe was going to a deserted place instead of Jian Rong, Grandpa Jian was naturally very willing and didn't ask any more questions.

**

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

After changing trains, he arrived in Xiangcheng in a dusty state. It was already Monday afternoon.

No one from the Jian family came to see him off.

He was not surprised at all, because he was not the one chosen by fate.

Jian Zhe arrived at the calligraphy association alone with his suitcase. Qiu Xuezhen was sweeping the floor outside the door.

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

Bai Xian quietly organized a calligraphy association. There was no opening ceremony and no press conference.

She only personally invited local old calligraphers who had not passed the exam to join. She

picked up a pen and wrote the plaque "Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association".

Jianzhe had heard from Qiu Boqing that the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was very desolate and dilapidated. However, when he actually arrived here, he found that the things here were very old, but very simple.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Where did this tea come from?" Jianzhe looked up at Qiu Xuezheng, feeling very strange.

This tea...

why does it look so much like old spotted tea...

why does he know it so clearly?

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

He even thought that the color of this tea was much better than that of Jian Rong.

"Here," Qiu Xuezhen pointed to a large jar at the back, "Student Bai brought it here. Do you like it? Pack some and take it back later. We don't have much money here, so we only have these things..."

He sighed.

Jian Zhe stared at the jar several dozen centimeters high at the back in amazement, then lowered his head to look at the tea in his hand.

"?" Jian Rong

showed off the piece of tea cake for a long time.

So much... That shouldn't be the old spotted tea, right?

It was almost six o'clock.

Bai Su came over with Jiang He.

She was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, carrying a bag in her hand, with her hair tied up, and walked into the hall of the Book Association in the setting sun.

"Everyone is here," Qiu Xuezheng invited several old teachers out, and then said to Bai Yu, "Today is the first general meeting. Although there are not many people, it will be difficult at the beginning..."

Jianzhe sat next to Bai Yu, looking at the few people sitting scattered at the octagonal table.

He somewhat understood what Qiu Boqing meant.

"Teacher Qiu, wait a minute," Bai Yu was reading English with her head down. When she heard Qiu Xuezheng's words, she raised her head, put her arm lightly on the table, crossed her legs, and supported her chin with her other hand to look outside the door, "There is another person."

"Who?"

Qiu Xuezheng was stunned.

He did not receive any other applications.

As he was speaking, in the twilight, a slender figure slowly appeared at the main gate. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand and walked slowly along the bluestone road.

Qiu Xue Zheng recognized him at a glance. He was the man who sat next to Bai Wei in the coffee shop.

Jian Zhe was originally lying on the table talking to Bai Wei.

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

There were other people sitting at the Eight Immortals Table. Originally, everyone was talking and laughing, but when they saw Jiang Fuli, they all became very nervous for some reason.

Jian Zhe half-moved his butt, thinking of making room for this big man.

However, before he could stand up, Jiang He, who was sitting on the other side of Bai Wei, stood up as if familiar with the place and sat on a stool on the side with an expressionless face.

Jian Zhe: "......?"

Jiang Fuli casually pulled open the chair next to Bai Wei, sat down nonchalantly, and greeted the people at the Eight Immortals Table, "You guys chat casually, I'm just listening."

He looked like he was just listening casually.

But in front of him, could Qiu Xue Zheng be casual?

"It's like this, we have seven...eight first-generation members this time," Qiu Xuezhen held the notebook and read

out the names one by one. When he reached the end, he looked at Jiang Fuli hesitantly, "Please, please..." "Jiang Fuli, the Fuli in Turkic." Jiang Fuli tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and leaned lazily against the back of his chair as he introduced himself.

Qiu Xuezhen nodded, added his name, and asked, "Is this your first time joining the Calligraphy Association, or your second time?"

"Second time joining."

Qiu Xuezhen was surprised again. He thought Jiang Fuli was the same as Bai Mi, joining for the first time.

After all, Jiang Fuli had an elite aura and was more like someone who worked in finance and politics, not art.

"Second time joining," he took a sip of tea, and continued to write on the paper to relax, "Which calligraphy association were you in before, and did you get a rating?"

"Chinese Calligraphy Association, rating..." Jiang Fuli started lazily, and after a little thought, "I think I'm a special member." Qiu Xuezhen

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