Chapter 52

The article can startle the heaven and earth to connect with ghosts and gods!

In ancient mythology, a good article comes to the world, which will bring the heaven to the earth. Auspicious clouds are all over the sky, the sound of drums and cerces is all around, fairies scatter flowers, saints display, seventy-two saints bow and worship -

generals have murderous hearts and literati have character.

When a scholar is not afraid of power and life and death, he is invincible. Kill him and humiliate him just to make him famous.

Sima Qian and Lu Zhan can do the same.

Fang Yan's eyes are wide and his thoughts are deeply shocked.

His grandfather, who has rarely been a teacher with a good face in his life, is extremely defensive in the face of a gangster like Du Qing, which is surprising and surprising.

He held his head high and his eyes were firm and obstinate. Thin face slightly tilted, silver hair windless self-reliance.

He was the shortest little old man in the audience, but at this moment, his momentum was all over the audience.

Respect heaven and earth. Respect morality. Fear of the people.

How can you be afraid of a hoodlum?

Fang Yan has the feeling of tears in his eyes.

That's what men think!

His Dantian was burning, as if someone was holding a match gently. For a long time, the "Taiji heart" has begun to react. Is the solid shell finally going to melt?

There are innumerable kinds of spiritual thoughts in his mind. He tried hard to pursue, but he didn't get any result. It's like an earthworm loosening the soil, like a seed breaking the film on the top of its head - just a little bit worse. With a little more force, we can break through the earth.

What is missing?

What is missing?

Seeing Lu Zhan's aggressive appearance, Du Qing was furious.

How many years? No one dared to shout in front of him.

Of course, there was once a guy who didn't know the height of the earth. Later, on the way back, he collided with a big truck loaded with sand and stones, and he died on the spot, while the driver of the big truck abandoned his car and escaped - how could there be so many coincidences in the world?

Some coincidences are Providence, some coincidences are human beings.

As Lu Zhan said, he is rich, has many younger brothers, makes friends with powerful people, and crows himself into the upper class society as a green skin - as long as he says a word, or even just a hint in the eyes, there are countless people willing to run for his actions to wipe the old and the young out of the world.

Yes, his little brothers are impatient.

At this time, the people who can stand in this office are all the brothers who followed him to fight the world. Hearing Lu Zhan's words, these arrogant soldiers and bandits had red eyes and clenched their fists. Du Qing also heard the strong gasping sound of savage ox, which was the omen before he would start.

"Step back." Said Du Qing. Before a tragedy.

"Big brother --" bluntly called the bull.

"Back down." Du Qing waved and said with a smile.

Seeing Du Qing's smiling face, the bull immediately lost his temper and turned to leave.

Not afraid of Du Qing's cry, but afraid of Du Qing's smile. This is a word that brothers are saying.

If Du Qing yells at the people around him, you are still his brother. If he smiles at you, you'd better not provoke him at this time.

Let's go. Others will follow.

Soon, none of the people in black left.

"Lu Lao, why?" Du Qing looked at Lu Zhan and said with a smile. "Although I was born in grass roots and now I smell of copper, I have long admired Lu's great name. Huacheng used to be a weak education market. Lu Lao turned the tide with his own strength. To launch a fund-raising campaign and run a wide range of schools. We invite talents all the time. What people admire most is that Lu Laojiu let the school principal, which is beyond the ordinary people's reach. No matter how bad Du Qing's heart is, or how bad his character is, he can't hurt such an old man who is passionate, righteous and devoted to the public. Isn't it? "

From Du Qing's words, we can know that he really knows something about Lu Zhan.

Moreover, he knew very well that he could not turn Lu on.

This little old man is a freak in Huacheng's education field. He has no right or no job. But, many times, he speaks more effectively than the mayor and governor.

He said he had no money at all. Du Qing couldn't confirm it.

However, he said that he had thousands of students, which was his proudest capital. Du Qing knew that.

More than a thousand?

He served as the headmaster of nine middle schools, and immediately retired from his post after finding more suitable candidates. When he transferred the headmaster for the ninth time, even the Central Committee was shocked. When successive presidents and prime ministers visit Huacheng, they call for a meeting with the famous Chinese "nerd".

How many students are there in the headmaster of nine schools?

How many of these people hold the positions of senior officials of cities and counties or even important ministries and commissions? Zhang, the official who regarded him as his father, is now the head of a municipality directly under the central government, and it will be soon to rise to the center of state power.Du Qing's face is as big as his adult's. does he dare to move such an old gentleman?

Thinking of this, Du Qing secretly thinks about Jiang Da childe, one of the four beauties in Huacheng, who is called "Jiang Zhongzhu". Don't you mean that the person you are going to engage in is an ordinary middle school teacher? Lu zhanlao'er has all appeared. Is this still an ordinary middle school teacher?

Lord Keng!

Du Qing is soft, and what he said hit Lu Zhan's soft ribs. The old man's face looks better.

He looked at Du Qing and said, "I'm not here to rely on the old to sell the old, or to beg for justice for my grandson. I just want to know when and where my grandson offended Mr. Du and caused you to retaliate so much? It's unforgivable to kill without overdoing it and ruin one's reputation. "

"A misunderstanding." Du Qing said with a smile. "It's a misunderstanding. Mr. Lu, you also know that my current energy is mainly focused on Qingyun group, and those fighting and killing things have already passed by. However, after all, after a trip in the Jianghu, the Jianghu brothers still give Du a thin face -- I'll find someone to ask? "

"Ask." Lu Zhan said.

Du Qing knew that he had to explain to his grandson.

He opened the phone system on his wrist and said, "Secretary Li, let Sirius come to see me. In addition, bring someone in to make a good tea. "

"Yes." Liya's sweet voice came out of the microphone.

"Mr. Lu, and this little brother Fang Yan -- come on, wait a moment, and we will bring you soon. Let's have tea and have a chat. My biggest regret in Du Qing's life is that I don't read much, so I respect cultural people very much. "

For Du Qing's sake, Lu Zhan and Fang Yan can't help but give him face.

Du Qing presses the button on his watch. The silver wall shrinks to both sides automatically. There is a gate on the edge of the golf course. Inside the gate is an antique room with all kinds of tables and chairs.

According to Fang Yan, these tea tables and chairs are all made of precious materials such as red sandalwood or Hainan rosewood, and some of them are inherited from the dynasties of hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years. The decoration layout of this small tea room alone will cost hundreds of millions of money.

Lu Zhan was very interested in these carved and exquisitely made wooden furniture and appreciated it carefully. He said: "nowadays, we seldom see the large furniture made by red sandalwood. It's even rarer to have such exquisite workmanship. Mr. Du must collect it well. It's a national treasure."

"Mr. Lu taught that Du Qing must obey his orders." Du Qing said with a gentle smile.

When the three men spoke, the door of the office opened.

Secretary Li Ya came in with two cheongsam girls, one holding a teapot and the other carrying boiling water, towards the teahouse.

The cheongsam girls were obviously trained in tea ceremony. When they came in, they immediately began to work on the tea table. Tea washing, cup cleaning, brewing, skillful and graceful. Just smell the tea and watch the tea performance is a very beautiful enjoyment.

Li Ya stood respectfully on one side, looking at Fang Yan sitting with Lu Zhan from time to time.

When tea is ready, the cheongsam girl uses tea tweezers to distribute the cups to the public.

Du Qing made a gesture of asking, "Lu Lao, please."

Lu opened his cup and smelt it. He praised it. "Good tea."

Du Qinglai is interested and says, "Lu Lao, where is the good thing?"

Lu opened his eyes to Fang Yan and said, "my grandson's mouth is very sharp. Listen to him."

Du Qing smiled and said, "please comment on it, brother Fang Yan?"

Hearing that Du Qing asked Fang Yan to taste tea, Li Ya and two cheongsam girls immediately put their eyes on Fang Yan's face.

Fang Yan smelled the fragrance and looked at the color. He took a sip and held it in his mouth. After swallowing it until his throat was sweet, he said: "I don't comment on tea for the moment. Let's talk about the water first. There's no smell of bleach, not tap water. No man-made industrial raw materials, not mineral water. Pure and sweet comes from nature. I think the water must come from the spring eyes of famous mountains and rivers or scenic places - the best thing is, I don't know how the water is transported. It is not moldy and astringent, does not bite, but also maintains a fresh taste. It's like it was just fished out of the spring. "

The water is the water of tiger mountain. My people found a spring there. The water is sweet and suitable for making tea. Use wooden bucket to hold water, the bucket is not covered, and cover it with fresh tea to protect dust. Then it is transported by wooden boat from the waterway. The wooden boat is used for rowing, so the water will not be filled with any smell of oil. Brother Fang, it's not bad. "

After a pause, he said, "Mr. Fang, would you comment on the tea again?"

"Tea has no good comment --" Fang Yan said quietly. "Tea doesn't match the water. This must not be Mr. Du's good tea, right? "

Du Qingleng for a moment, laugh, turn around and say to Liya: "on tea, on good tea."