Wei Mian looked up at the middle-aged man next to Deng Jun and saw at a glance that he was an official. A red glow appeared on his face and his whole body was filled with red aura that could not be concealed at all. This was a sign that he had just been promoted and his position was still unstable.
If the other party's position is already stable, then this red luck will not be released so strongly, but will be completely contained within the body.
Wei Mian's eyes swept across the other person's face and he sighed in his heart. If this person wanted to consolidate his position, he would probably still face many twists and turns.
If he could get through it, his position would naturally be stable and he would rise rapidly in his current position. But if he couldn't get through it, the officialdom of Qingping City would soon change again.
Deng Jun also saw Wei Mian at this time. His eyes suddenly lit up, his gaze met the people around Wei Mian, and then they shouted at the same time.
"Deng Jun!"
"Zheng Hao!"
Their eyes met, both of them were surprised to meet each other here.
The two of them were from the same university, but Zheng Hao was a year older than Deng Jun, so he was considered his senior. Plus, they were in the same club, and Zheng Hao had a cheerful personality, so they had a pretty good relationship.
When he entered the internship period in his senior year, Zheng Hao rarely showed up at school. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were a little surprised to see each other at this time.
"When did you come to Qingping? Why didn't you tell me?"
Zheng Hao grinned widely and walked forward to bump Deng Jun with his shoulder as usual. When he saw the middle-aged man next to him, he immediately guessed the relationship between the two.
So he said openly, "Hello uncle, I am Deng Jun's senior, my name is Zheng Hao."
Deng Jianzhong rarely saw his son's classmates, so he greeted Zheng Hao with a smile. He really didn't expect that this young man was actually his son's senior. Comparing the two, one always felt that Deng Jun was older, maybe because Zheng Hao looked too detached.
Deng Jianzhong also saw Wei Mian and thought that she and Zheng Hao were a couple who came out to play together during the holidays. However, he saw that his son was always staring at her, which made him feel a little strange.
With Zheng Hao around, the atmosphere would definitely not be dull, so the two of them talked animatedly. Deng Jianzhong took the time to glance at his son, only to see that his quiet boy suddenly walked up to the female classmate with a smile on his lips.
Deng Jianzhong thought he had seen it wrong, but he calmed down and looked again, and sure enough, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Little Master, we meet again!"
Wei Mian also curled his lips, "The thousand last time was well spent, right?"
Deng Jun also remembered the winning lottery ticket. A few days later, he went down the overpass again. He didn't see anyone, but he ran into the old liar.
"I'm blind and don't know the real man. How about you help me calculate it again today?"
Wei Mian's eyes flickered across his face. "Forget it. Not only are you not going to have any good fortune today, but you're also going to lose money."
Deng Jun was about to continue asking when he was interrupted by Deng Jianzhong, "Xiaojun, let's go in first and attend the ritual before going to the front hall, otherwise it will be over soon."
Deng Jun nodded and looked at Wei Mian again, "Master, would you mind leaving me your contact information?"
This man was also an old customer of hers, so Wei Mian gave him her phone number without any hesitation. The four of them separated, and she and Zheng Hao continued to walk out.
Deng Jun repeated the phone number twice, saved it in his phone, and then turned to Deng Jianzhong and said, "Dad, let's go!"
After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the hall where the ritual was held.
Deng Jianzhong looked back at Wei Mian's back. This girl was quite likable. Her face was clean and fresh, unlike those girls who wore heavy makeup.
Deng Jianzhong quickly walked over to his son, tilted his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Are you interested in her girlfriend?"
Before Deng Jun could say anything, he continued, "It's not a bad idea if she likes you, but you have to be more polite. Girls like to hear good things. If you can't get a fart out of her after three blows, it's definitely not going to work. Look at how sociable classmate Zheng is, and you're screwed! It's a wonder a girl would like you!"
Deng Jun: “…”
What the hell is going on? He is a reliable father only when he is working.
Today is a day off and Deng Jianzhong has nothing to do. It just so happens that his son heard from someone that there is a talisman in Sanqing Temple that can cure diseases, and he wants to ask for it back for his eldest brother to wear personally.
The eldest son's health has always been a concern for the whole family, so he came along and took the opportunity to see what Sanqing Temple looks like.
He had never been here since he came to Qingping. Coincidentally, he saw a few days ago that the Ministry of Culture had applied for a sum of money, saying that it was for the expansion of Sanqing Temple.
Deng Jianzhong did see a lot of tourists along the way, especially in the several large halls in front that enshrine the Three Pure Ones. It was crowded with people, and it was indeed a bit congested here during the peak tourist season, so expansion was imperative.
Deng Jun donated a lot of money and successfully obtained a talisman for curing diseases drawn by the temple master himself.
Having achieved their goal, the father and son walked around the Taoist temple again and asked for amulets. After that, they didn't want to continue to feel the crowds in Sanqing Temple, so they took the cable car down the mountain together.
At this time, Wei Mian and Zheng Hao were also on their way down the mountain. Just like when they came, they were still walking down the mountain. There were many people like them, most of them were devout pilgrims.
There were dense trees on both sides of the mountain road, and with the wind blowing from the opposite direction, it was quite cool for a while.
Wei Mian was a cultivator, and so was Zheng Hao. Naturally, their physical fitness was much better than that of ordinary people, so they went down the mountain much faster and soon reached the parking lot at the foot of the mountain.
The two were walking towards the black business car when suddenly a man came out from the side and shook hands with Zheng Hao enthusiastically.
"Oh, it's Master Xiao Zheng. I didn't expect to meet you here. What a fate!"
The person who spoke was a fat, middle-aged man. When he smiled, his facial features were squeezed by the fat on his face, and his eyes, which were not big to begin with, looked even smaller. From the occasional gleam in his eyes, it was clear that he was definitely not as honest as he looked.
The man was not tall, and he probably weighed about 200 pounds. His poor clothes could barely cover his bulging beer belly, and he looked very funny when he walked.
Zheng Hao was a little confused when he saw the person coming. He couldn't remember who the other person was for a moment, but he felt that he looked familiar, so he smiled and shook hands with the other person enthusiastically.
"Oh, long time no see, long time no see. Meeting you today at the foot of this red leaf mountain is fate!"
The two exchanged a few pleasantries before the chubby middle-aged man said, "Master Zheng looked after my neighborhood before. I have a few plots of land up for auction this time, and I wanted to ask Master Zheng to help me manage them. But I heard he's ill and can't take orders anymore. I wonder how Master Zheng is doing now? I know a few specialist doctors in the provincial capital; how about introducing them to him?"
When Zheng Hao heard him mention his grandfather, he immediately remembered who the person in front of him was. If he remembered correctly, this person was Wang Dongsheng, the general manager of Dongsheng Real Estate.
It was my grandfather who looked at the Feng Shui of Dongsheng International before. Zheng Hao also went with him at that time, and he went there more than once, so he had some impression of this person.
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