Chapter 1112

In the afternoon of that day, Wang Yong's speech in this open class made the headlines of various forums.

There are a lot of hot posts on microblog, post bar, Zhihu, headlines, and even some professional sports forums of football and basketball.

"I'm not convinced if people say that. But Mr. Wang said, I have 10000 clothes! For nothing else, Mr. Wang was the first scholar in modern times to make himself famous abroad! "

"I usually hate chicken soup, but I don't know why Mr. Wang's chicken soup is good for me. Comrade, am I ill? "

"You are not ill, you are poisoned! Poisoned by a man named Wang Yong! But then again, who's not poisoned? Come on, dry this bowl of poisonous chicken soup! "

"A group of guys upstairs who don't know how to make progress! I will abandon the water forum and study hard! Because I don't want to do what 80 can do in my youth! Goodbye

"I'm gone too. This forum has been unloaded. 88。”

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It seems that there is a trend of unloading. Almost every netizen who has been touched is shouting to unload games, microblogs, and all kinds of frustrated apps.

For this reason, there is a hot topic on Weibo, and Weibo official has put it on the home page.

"Will you be touched by Wang Yong's speech and unload Weibo?"

The following is the reply of a large number of microblog users.

"Yes

"Absolutely! It's a waste of youth not to struggle! I want to make money, make money again, and go to the top of my life

"Hum, I want to use Weibo to create topics! over my dead body! I'll unload you soon

"Gee, 123 floor seems familiar. I remember you all swore to unload it ten minutes ago."

"Don't talk about people on the fourth floor. I've also read your message!"

"Cough, I'm not myself. Don't get me wrong."

Under the topic of microblog, a flurry of chickens and dogs has become a battlefield of mutual disclosure.

At this time, people suddenly found that Wang Yong also updated his microblog.

The content of microblog is very simple, with only one sentence: "turn off the closed network and open the natural mountain gate. See flowers bloom and fall, see clouds rolling, see life as a journey, see years as a long song. Walk aimlessly and casually. When you are tired, stop and meditate. And then you'll find that it's still fun to go online. "

Poof!

All the netizens were spurted a mouthful of old blood by Wang Yong's microblog.

This NIMA, it's you who send soul chicken soup, it's you who poison chicken soup! What are you going to do!

More netizens were confused.

"What does Mr. Wang want to say? One will say don't do nothing in youth, one will say it's still interesting to surf the Internet. I'm confused. "

When the netizens were puzzled for a while, one netizen seemed to feel something and said: "I think Mr. Wang is a response to us. Tell us to be moderate in everything. It's right that youth should struggle. But in addition to this main line, there can also be a branch line of leisure. Didn't you see that Mr. Wang Yong finally attached a picture of his signature? The doctrine of the mean is the doctrine of the mean. It's just that too many of us have confused the primary and secondary. We've all made play the main line and struggle the branch line. "

It wasn't long before this reply was sent out that it received a praise from Wang Yong.

Obviously, the netizen guessed what Wang Yong wanted to express.

As a result, people all changed their words, and the messages under the major apps became: "in the face of Mr. Wang, let's leave you a dog for the time being!"

The major app developers look at these messages, laughing and crying. I don't know whether to thank Wang Yong or hate Wang Yong.

The success and popularity of the open class has made many live broadcast platforms move their minds and come to ask for signing a contract with No.1 middle school to broadcast every open class of Wang Yong.

The headmaster of No.1 Middle School sat happily in his office holding a teacup to discuss with others. As for how many Wang Yong was sold in the end, even the headmaster himself could not say clearly.

In short, after Wang Yong, every class has become a whole network synchronous live broadcast.

This is the first time that a teacher's lecture has become a hot spot. A change in the past live platform relying on vulgar eye routine, by the relevant departments in recognition.

Time passes day by day. In a twinkling of an eye, it has entered late autumn.

Wang Yong's curriculum is as hot as ever, and Wang Yong is as busy as ever. Because Wang Yong is not only a teacher of No.1 middle school, but also an honorary professor of Jinghua University. Jinghua University saw the fire of Wang Yong's middle school open class, but also asked Wang Yong to come to Jinghua university once a week.

Wang Yong is so busy that he has no time to rest except giving lectures and preparing lessons.

But this day suddenly came a news, but had to let Wang Yong temporarily put down the work at hand.

The Xu family is dead.

The relationship between Wang Yong and Xu Zitai is good. In the early days, Xu Zitai's support for Wang Yong was also very interesting.

As a friend, Wang Yong should go to mourn the death of Xu Zitai's grandfather.

What's more, as soon as the old man of the Xu family died, the internal contradictions of the Xu family, which had been hidden in the dark, immediately became white hot and put on the surface.

On the one hand, Xu Zitai was the leader, on the other hand, Xu Zian was the leader.

The two cousins, who had been playing in front of their grandfather for so long, fell in love with each other. With his grandfather's going to the earth, they finally met each other in arms, showing their respective swords and ambitions.

Lunar calendar, the eighth day of August. On the auspicious day of the ecliptic, it is appropriate to move the ground, travel, offer sacrifices and bury.

The Xu family designated this day as the funeral day of the old man.

According to the custom of Tiantai City, on this day, all the people in the Xu family need to put on hemp and wear filial piety, which is called "filial son". The mourning guests and friends should also hold wreaths, black cloth and cash gifts and come to mourn in batches.

At eight in the morning, the funeral officially began.

The Xu family's old house has been decorated as a memorial hall. In the middle of the yard, there is a memorial shed, in which the ashes and memorial tablets of the Xu family are worshipped.

In front of the shed is a futon, kowtowing to the mourning guests.

Suona, Sheng, drum music, gongs, and other musical instruments are playing with the sound of guns, which instantly brings everyone into the sadness of funeral.

However, the two rows of people kneeling in the mourning hall are expressionless and have their own thoughts.

On the left is Xu Zian's faction headed by Xu Zian's father, and on the right is Xu Zitai's faction headed by Xu Zitai's father. As the father's own sons, they are the representatives of the facade.

Xu Zian and Xu Zitai are on both sides, with white cloth on their heads, white shoes on their feet and twinkling eyes.

Xu Zitai can still see some sadness, but Xu Zian has no sadness at all. He can only hide the evil light and calculate.

Anyone can see that Xu Zian has taken today as the day when he took charge of the Xu family.

"Here you are! A dutiful son receives couplets and accounts! "

With a cry, the Xu family's two filial sons got up at the same time, walked out of the mourning hall and came to the yard.

Outside the door, an old man came tottering, his face full of grief.

Before he came near, he fell on his knees and said, "brother Xu, why did you leave without saying a word? I didn't even get a chance to see you! "

This man was a close friend of Mr. Xu. He was very influential in Zhejiang Province.

"Third grandfather, don't be too sad. Grandfather, this is a happy funeral. We should be happy for him. " Xu Zian made a quick stride and went directly over a group of uncles and fathers to the old man.

This kind of disregard of rules and regulations has aroused the dissatisfaction of many people.

It's just that we can't fall out in public on this kind of occasion, otherwise others will see Xu's jokes.

What's more, the old man didn't say anything about Xu Zian's transgression. Instead, he wiped away his tears and nodded: "good boy, you're right! This is a happy funeral. I should be happy for my brother! "

At this point, the onlookers suddenly realized.

The third grandfather is afraid that he has been attracted by Xu Zian, so he directly stands in line with Xu Zian!

Xu Zitai's face sank slightly, but the third grandfather's standing in line made him lose a few points.

After welcoming the third grandfather, another old friend of Mr. Xu came. Similarly, this one also accepted the support of Mr. Xu Zian.

What's more, he turned around and handed over the silk and gold to Xu Zian.

According to convention, silk and gold were collected by the eldest son of a family. This old friend directly gave silk and gold to Xu Zian, which almost tore his face and publicly expressed his support for Xu Zian to become the new owner of the Xu family.

Xu Zitai's face was a little black again.

"Here comes master Ziyu A long drink, in between Xu Zian and Xu Zitai cast a thunder, instantly let two people's eyes become thunder.

Brush, two people almost at the same time step, both want to take the lead, hard connect son jade old man.

The two former friends of the Xu family certainly have a lot of weight, but they are from other provinces. Far less than the local real dragon -- Ziyu Zhongting.

Who can get the goodwill of Ziyu Zhongting, who has a greater chance to control the Xu family.

"Go away!"

"Get out of here!"

Xu Zitai and Xu Zian don't hesitate to speak ill of each other, but they have a big fight.

Finally, they kneel down in front of Ziyu Zhongting, and at the same time, they stretch out their hands to take over the silk gold brought by Ziyu Zhongting.

Unexpectedly, Ziyu Zhongting just glanced at them, shook his head and handed over the silk gold to Xu Zian's father.

This is the eldest son of the Xu family.

Everyone sighed.

Obviously, Ziyu Zhongting didn't choose anyone, but according to the Convention, he handed it over to the person in charge in name. And Ziyu Zhongting's shaking his head at Xu Zian and Xu Zian also shows that Ziyu Zhongting is a little disappointed with the practice of these two younger generations.

Before the old man's bones were cold, the descendants directly began to fight for power, not everyone's style.

"Well! Although Ziyu didn't choose me, he didn't choose you either! I still win! Don't worry, my dear cousin. I'll love you when I'm in power. " Xu Zian said quietly.

Xu Zitai didn't say a word, but he was a little worried. Although he has won the support of some people, can those people really fight against Xu Zian?

At present, it seems that the people Xu Zian wooed are totally beyond Xu Zitai's expectation.

"Here comes the VIP!" Outside, there was another long drink.

Hearing this word, Xu Zitai and Xu Zian raised their heads with hope at the same time.

Whose ally is this time?