C1373

The hot air of ginseng tea is mixed with white smoke to produce a "unique" flavor.

Jun Linchuan felt his eyes prickly and his voice uncomfortable. Sipping ginseng tea, throat just feel a little comfortable.

He took two puffs of his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.

Put your hands on the edge of your desk and stand up slowly.

Head, a little dizzy.

The line of sight in front of my eyes is blurred.

He quickly closed his eyes and stood still for a moment.

The ear suddenly seemed to prick.

There was a contraction of the heart.

There was a cold sweat on his forehead.

Jun Linchuan quickly opened his deep eyes and rang the bell on the table.

Chuge came in immediately.

"Young master..."

"Call the doctor."

Jun Linchuan said in a husky voice.

"Yes."

Chuge took the mobile phone and immediately called Jun Linchuan's private doctor.

Hang up the phone, she quickly walked over, helped Jun Linchuan slowly sit down.

"Young master, the doctor will be here soon."

"Good."

Jun Linchuan back on the chair, eyes slightly closed, hands ten fingers clasped.

Chu Ge saw that his face was much worse than before, and the sweat on his forehead was particularly dazzling against the light. She asked, her heart clenched.

"Young master, do you need to send others in?"

"No

Jun Linchuan closed his eyes and lifted his lips.

Chuge helpless, only one person anxiously waiting for the doctor to come.

The doctor came in quickly and examined it carefully.

"Young master, you are overworked. You need rest."

After the inspection, the problem is not big.

Jun Linchuan is old enough to stay up late for a long time.

"Well."

Jun Linchuan gently answered.

"Young master, I'll give you an injection first, and then prescribe the medicine after seeing the situation."

The doctor knew that Jun Linchuan could not go to the hospital without major problems.

Any disturbance he has now will cause turbulence.

"Good."

Jun Linchuan did not resist, and with the help of Chuge and the doctor, he went to the sofa and lay down.

The back of his hand was swollen and swollen, so the doctor gave him a needle.

Chu song looked at the time and looked up at some drop bottles.

"Young master, I'll inform the Secretariat to postpone the morning meeting by one hour?"

"No

Jun Linchuan's eyes closed, did not agree. Finally, another word.

"Turn it up a little bit."

"Young master, this speed is the fastest for your present situation."

The doctor's attitude was rigorous.

"Speed up."

Jun Lin Chuan Li voice.

"Yes."

The doctor had no choice but to answer a sound, a little bit faster. At the end of the work, I had to stand by nervously.

Chu song is very worried, but also know the character of Jun Linchuan, dare not speak again. Go down, order the kitchen, early preparation of light nutrition porridge.

After the drip, the sky was bright.

A few skylarks were jumping on the branches outside the window, not knowing what to sing. Anyway, it sounds a little cheerful.

After Jun Linchuan pulled out the needle, he lay down for a while, and then slowly sat up.

Head, still a little dizzy.

The doctor took his blood pressure and heart rate again, and he was much better. I prescribed some medicine. I have to explain it to Chu Ge in detail.

The songs of Chu are recorded one by one.

Jun Linchuan simply ate something and went to the conference hall of Liuguang Pavilion.

As long as he was in the imperial capital, he would attend every morning meeting.

The others arrived one by one in advance.

Not long after that, a strange and familiar face appeared in the conference hall.

He is "strange" because he has never been here before.

He was said to be "familiar" because none of the participants did not know him.

He is Lu Yiyao.

The morning meeting of Liuguang Pavilion is not a casual one.

Even if Lu Yi was in power in Yunjing, he was just a businessman.

It's about politics every day.

All the people involved were politicians and celebrities.

Lu Yiyao appears here, and everyone is shocked.

They only know that Lu Yiyao's son is the grandson of Jun Linchuan. Unexpectedly, Jun Linchuan was so unusual to him.

Lu Yiyao, with one hand, walks in.

White shirt, black thin suit. No one can be proud of others.

Everyone thought.

If such a person really enters the top political circle, it will not be long before one person will be under ten thousand people.Lu Yiyao, under the guidance of junlinchuan's secretary, walks to his seat, stands still and nods slightly at the crowd.

He spoke with a clear voice.

"Good morning."

A simple word, with inherent strength and noble spirit.

People in the conference hall pursed their lips and politely responded to him.

"Good morning, Mr. Lu."

Lu Yiyao pulls out his chair and sits down. He opens the folder in front of him.

It is the first time for him to attend such a meeting.

Two minutes later.

Qi Jun Lin stepped in.

"Good morning, young master."

"Good morning."

Jun Linchuan's face was heavy and his voice was low. At one glance, he was haggard.

Lu Yi Yao's face is silent and her eyes are still. In my mind, Jun Linchuan is afraid to have something to do with Jiang Zhaowu.

Old rules.

All the participants turned off their mobile phones and put them on the conference table in front of them.

Before Lu Yi remotely turned off, a text message flew into his dark pupil.

Good morning, husband. ]

greetings from Lin Ango.

He was stunned, did not reply, directly shut down.

Today is the first time that he appears here. Naturally, he can't break the rules.

He knew that these people were polite to him on the surface, but they had ideas in their hearts.

After Jun Linchuan sits down, confidential secretary Chu ran takes the lead.

With the projection turned on, the theme of this morning's meeting was projected onto the white wall.

[about the excavation scheme of Yunjing large ancient tombs group]

many people in the conference hall have heard this news for the first time.

Both Jun Linchuan and Gu Anhe blocked the news completely. It's normal that they don't know.

"This?"

"No wonder Mr. Lu is invited to come here today because of this?"

"Large ancient tombs? I'm afraid it's a little heavy? "

"Can't we have a meeting to discuss it?"

Everyone began to whisper.

"Let's be quiet first..."

Chu ran looked around and cleared his throat, cold voice.

The huge conference hall suddenly quieted down.

"Martial arts director, you say it."

Chu Ran is facing a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit and glasses.

"Good."

The middle-aged man stood up and walked steadily to the projection wall.

He was Wu Peng, the director of the imperial Museum who led a team to Yunjing 1 for preliminary survey.

Projection wall, screen switching.

Aerial videos of "Yunjing 1" and "new Nancheng Park" have been in the public eye.

"After our preliminary investigation, the large-scale ancient tomb group is just under these two construction sites, and may extend eastward..."

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