MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 68 0 Ren Qian Suspended, Special Member!

   Chapter 68 068 Ren Qian Suspended, Special Member!

  The Secretary-General and Minister Xu didn't know Jiang Fuli, but even if they didn't, they felt a strong sense of oppression as soon as they opened the door.

  It was so heavy that they dared not lift their heads.

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

  Even if Jiang Fuli told you not to take the college entrance examination before, you have 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 directly, picked up the Secretary-General and Minister Xu one by one, and threw them out, "You go in first, and I will handle it."

  Let Jiang Fuli handle this matter, I am afraid that the entire Chen family will lose a layer of skin.

   Wait for Jiang Fuli to go in.

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

  After Jiang Fuli left, the two secretary-generals felt relieved. However, the secretary-general's breath hadn't come down, and Ming Dongheng's next sentence broke his liver and gallbladder.

   As Ren Qian's leader, the Secretary-General naturally received the information from Bureau Chen.

  Although Ren Qian and the others called him "Master Chen" every time, it didn't mean he didn't know Mr. Chen's name.

  Looking at the Secretary-General's reaction, Ming Dongheng knew it was right, and he didn't bother to talk to the Secretary-General: "I will let Chen Yongkun communicate with you."

   After speaking, he opened the door and went in again, shutting the two of them out.

  Minister Xu just called up, so naturally he had never heard of Chen Yongkun's name. Ming Dongheng and Jiang Fuli had already entered the room, so he looked up at the Secretary-General: "Who are these two people? Who is Chen Yongkun?"

  Preconceived, Ji Shaojun's family made him despise Bai Po.

   As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Secretary-General pale.

   "Chen... Mr. Chen..." The Secretary-General's fingers trembled, and he suddenly realized that he was playing the wrong role today, "Go back and find Mr.!"

  As far as the aura of those two people is concerned, the Secretary-General has no doubt that the Chen Yongkun that Ming Dongheng is talking about has the same name.

   As far as the Ji family is concerned, he originally thought that today's matter would be resolved easily, so why does it have anything to do with Master Chen now?

  He almost ran downstairs.

  Behind the scene, Director Xu belatedly realized that something was wrong.

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

  Who is Chen Yongkun?

  **

   Ji family.

  Shen Qing was grabbed by the sleeve of Bai Po, "Ah Po, tell me to talk to Mr. Secretary, don't grab me..."

  She looked anxious.

  The Ren family's status in Xiangcheng is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they are located in a remote place. It can be said that they are the emperor of one side, and other Shen Qing can't understand, but the secretary-general's sentence about school makes Shen Qing flustered!

  She knew that Bai Po was serious about studying.

  Ji Heng often said that Bai Po studied until one o'clock at night and wanted to work hard to get an undergraduate degree.

   "Aunt, what are you in a hurry for?" With great strength, Bai Po forced Shen Qing to sit down, comforting her: "At worst, I'll change schools."

  Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is not bad, what would you change for another school?

Shen Qing opened his mouth, "You child, don't pull me! What do you know? Are you just as stuck in your mind as your uncle? You said that you are making trouble with the Ren family, and you will soon be unable to catch up with Mr. Secretary !"

   Halfway through her speech, she suddenly felt the whole hall go cold, and she shivered suddenly.

  As soon as he raised his head, he touched the tall and straight figure slowly coming in.

The other party lowered his head slightly, with fine black hair hanging down slightly, his complexion was cold and pale, his light-colored eyes showed no extra emotion, his black windbreaker was open casually, and his snowy face even set off the old hall. Be stylish.

  Shen Qing recognized the young man from the police station last time almost immediately.

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

   She stroked her chin slowly, it was very easy to use.

   "Don't worry," Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He who was sitting on the ground playing with puzzles, and said to Shen Qing, "It will be fine."

   "Really?" Shen Qing hesitated.

  In the eyes of ordinary citizens, she always felt that the Ren family was an insurmountable mountain.

  Jiang Fuli said calmly: "How could the surname of Xiangcheng be Ren? Xiangcheng belongs to the people."

  Bai Po followed and nodded, "That's right."

   "Ah," Shen Qing felt that there was something wrong, but felt that it seemed to make sense, "You seem to be saying the same thing, you let go of your hand, Ah Su, it hurts me to death."

  She rubbed her hand that hurt from being scratched by Bai Ke, and went in to make tea for Jiang Fuli.

  Bring 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 "Darunduo Supermarket" printed on it, lowered his head and blew it gracefully, and took a sip, "Of course."

  Jiang Fuli bluffs people.

  Just by sitting there, he is worth thousands of troops, even if he tells Shen Qing that the sun in the sky is square, Shen Qing will feel that what he said is not unreasonable.

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

   "..."

  Bai Po's head hurts from hearing it.

   "Auntie, we still have to go out to scout." She lifted Jiang He up, "Let's go first."

   "Hey—" Shen Qing yelled from inside the door, "Hehe, remember to come and play with your sister next time!"

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

   Waiting downstairs, Bai Po let him down, and Jiang He stared at the excavators that had just entered the community for a long while.

  **

  Bai Po didn't go to the library in the afternoon.

  Ming Dongheng drove the car to the address she said.

  It is an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He stopped the car, and when he looked up, he saw a dilapidated small courtyard. He was taken aback, "This is..."

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

  【Xingyi Wuguan】

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

   But it is almost on the outskirts of the city, and few people pass by.

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

  Bai Po stepped onto the steps, reached out and knocked on the door knocker three times.

  No one came to answer the door.

   "Are you looking for Master Jin?" A man riding a battery scooter wiped his sweat with a towel and grinned, "He should have gone to work at the construction site, and he probably won't be back until ten o'clock in the evening."

  Bai Po knew from Mao Kun a long time ago that this martial arts gym was closed.

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

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

   "I want to open the book association next door," Bai Po went down the stairs step by step, and told Jiang Fuli his thoughts, "I searched for information on this martial arts gym on the Internet, it is very big."

  The Book Association does not use much space.

  Jiang Fuli looked up. He looked at the tightly closed door next to the martial arts hall. It was almost Ming Dongheng who drove the car here, and he guessed what Bai Po was thinking.

  He took a white scorpion around and pointed to the spacious opposite of the martial arts hall: "You can apply for a bus stop here, no matter what time the traffic is the most important."

  Bai Po initially handed over the Book Association to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, but today she changed her mind.

  Give it to them, people in Xiangcheng may not be able to learn calligraphy equally.

  She decided to come by herself.

   There is also a martial arts gym.

  Bai Po raised his head and looked at the half-hanging plaque.

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

  She looked away.

   "Wuguan?" Bai Po was not used to typing on the computer, Jiang Fuli got in the car, took out his notebook, opened the document, and tapped the keyboard with one hand to help her type out the plan, "What else?"

  The computer was placed on his lap casually, with cold white fingertips against the black keyboard, occasionally tilting his head, listening carefully to Bai Po's ideas.

   After typing, they sent it to Jiang Xijue to brainstorm.

  Jiang Xijue, who is decisive in the financial world, thought that Jiang Fuli had sent out some serious document. He interrupted the meeting and went back to the office to check. It turned out that it was a plan for a local book association martial arts school...

   Qiu Xuezheng, who was helpless in Qiu's family, received a perfect business proposal not long after.

  **

  Ren's family.

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

   I'm used to it too. Ren Wanxuan likes to throw things around when she loses her temper. Whether it's from him or Ren Qian, she has thrown them into the trash can, but Ren Qian's way of raising girls is to be rich.

  He didn't see any problem at all.

  Ren Wanxuan is taught by Ren Qian, and Ji Shaorong has no right to intervene. Sometimes if he says a little more, the secretary-general will label you as "why take advantage of the Ren family".

  Don't talk about him, even Ren Jiawei can't intervene.

  Ji Shaorong picked up the gift heavily.

  While going downstairs, I saw the Secretary-General coming in from the door. He and the Secretary-General have always disliked each other, and it has become more and more obvious in recent years.

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

   With a pale face, he went upstairs to find Ren Qian.

  As soon as I entered the study, a teacup was thrown over me!

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

  The Secretary-General has never made such a big mistake.

  Mainly because of the people of the Ji family, he never took it seriously, "Mr. Ren, I didn't know they knew Mr. Chen..."

"Whether they know Mr. Chen or not, I ask you how dare you say that?" Ren Qian had never been so angry before. After a while, he sat down on the chair, as if he had aged ten years , "I've been suspended for half a month now."

  The secretary-general's mind was buzzing.

   "Go and tell Wan Xuan," Ren Qian hasn't done anything wrong for so many years, so he is not afraid of being investigated, "tell her that she can't get into the Book Association."

  As for Minister Xu...

  He has done too many bad things, no one can keep him anymore.

  **

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

  She has already received a notice from Qiu Xuezheng that Bai Po wants to open a book association alone, in a place where no shit.

  Ren Wanxuan was originally depressed about not being able to enter the Calligraphy Association, but when she heard the news, she suddenly lost interest in joining the Book Association—

  【Brother, do you still want to join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association? 】

  Jiangjing.

  Xiangcheng belongs to Beicheng. Vice-hui Qian has announced the news that Xiangcheng is going to open a book association in Beicheng Book Association, and encourages everyone to join Xiangcheng members—

  【Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is the first place in our Lanting Award】

   This news shocked many people in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and many people were eager to move about it.

"I remember you are also from Xiangcheng, right?" Jian Rong was also very thoughtful. He looked at Qiu Boqing. Xiangcheng was very ordinary, but this Bai Jian was really attractive to the Calligraphy Association. "Captain Qian helped me sign up." gone."

   Jian Rong held a registration form in his hand.

"I advise you not to go, I'm already thinking of a way to quit," Qiu Boqing pursed her lower lip, and said to Jian Rong and the people around her, "Give you a vaccination, you know where Xiangcheng is, although she She is number one, but she only joins the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, not the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is located in a suburb. Vice-Chairman Qian will definitely send a few people down. I advise you to seek connections as soon as possible. , don’t let yourself be sent down.”

   "A newly established junior association, people who have not yet joined the Chinese Calligraphy Association, it is difficult to get out after entering."

   As he spoke, Qiu Boqing also filed an application report for Qiu Xuezheng.

  The others looked at each other, they knew where Xiangcheng was.

  People who want to go mostly rely on the reputation of "Bai Jian", but if Bai Jian doesn't join the Jiangjing Book Association, what's the use?

  If you don’t join the Book Association, you won’t be able to find a senior teacher. If you stay here for the rest of your life, how can you develop?

  Who is not fighting for the Jiangjing Book Association, who wants to be sent to Xiangcheng, which has no future?

   One poor and two white.

   There is no famous teacher, the only one who can be called famous is Qiu Xuezheng, who is of average strength in the North City Book Association.

"She performed supernormally this time, but she won't join the Jiangjing Book Association. There is no teacher to teach her how to develop in the future? I will tell my grandfather to find a way to say hello to Deputy Team Qian, and I will apply for withdrawal," Jian Rong frowned, and also lost her mind , "I have the third prize, which is enough for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association's application threshold. Find a better teacher to teach me."

   "Brother," he just got up, when a boy came behind him, "You don't want to go, can you give me the application form?"

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

  He looked at Jian Zhe, as if he was looking at some mentally handicapped person.

  They are all looking for connections, and they are not allowed to go to Xiangcheng, but someone wants to go to Xiangcheng voluntarily?

"My female brother..." Jian Zhe scratched his head, "I want to see that stone in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. You were selected by Deputy Team Qian and it's not easy to quit. It will be different if I go instead of you. Grandpa will definitely not reject."

mainly…

  Jian Zhe only saw the work today, and only then did he know that Bai Po wrote Liang Ti.

   And he also studied Liang Ti.

   "Whatever you want," Jian Rong glanced at Jian Zhe, and handed him the registration form: "Then tell grandpa yourself, I didn't force you."

   Watching Jian Zhe take the registration form.

  Jian Rong seemed to have thrown away some package, she was light.

   Jian Zhe took the registration form and called grandpa again.

  The Jian family attached great importance to Jian Rong, and when he heard that Jian Zhe had replaced Jian Rong to a place where the birds didn't shit, Grandpa Jian was naturally very willing and didn't ask a word.

  **

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

  Turned to the train again, and arrived in Xiangcheng in the dusty way, it was already Monday afternoon.

  No one from Jane's family came to see him off.

  He is not surprised at all, he is not a person chosen by fate.

  Jian Zhe arrived at the book association with a suitcase alone, and Qiu Xuezheng was sweeping the floor outside the door.

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

  Bai Poan quietly organized a book association, without a launching ceremony or a press conference.

  She only personally invites old local calligraphers who have not passed the exam to join.

   Pick up a pen and write the plaque of "Xiangcheng Calligraphers Association".

  Jian Zhe heard from Qiu Boqing before that he thought that the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was very desolate and dilapidated, but he did not expect to arrive here, but found that the things here are very old, but very simple.

  He held the teacup and took a sip.

   "Where did this tea come from?" Jian Zhe looked up at Qiu Xuezheng, feeling very strange in his heart.

  This tea...

  Why does it look so much like Laobanzhang tea...

  Why do you know so clearly?

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

  He even felt that this brown color was much better than Jian Rong's.

   "Here," Qiu Xuezheng pointed to a big jar at the back, "Student Bai brought it here, do you like to drink it? I'll pack it up and take it back later. There are few funds here, so there are just these things..."

   He sighs.

   Jian Zhe stared dumbfounded at a pot tens of centimeters high behind him, then looked down at the tea in his hand.

   "?"

   Jianrong showed off that piece of tea cake for a long time.

  There are so many...then it shouldn't be Laobanzhang tea, right?

   Nearly six o'clock.

  Bai Po brought Jiang He over.

   She was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, carrying a bag in her hand, and her hair was tied, and stepped into the hall of the Book Association on the sunset.

   "Everyone is here," Qiu Xuezheng invited several teachers and fathers out, and then said to Bai Po, "Today is the first all-hands meeting. Although there are not many people, it will be very difficult at the beginning..."

  Jian Zhe sat beside Bai Po, looking at the scattered people sitting on the octagonal table.

   Some understand what Qiu Boqing means.

"Teacher Qiu, wait," Bai Po was looking down at the English reading, and when she heard Qiu Xuezheng's words, she raised her head, put her arms lightly on the table, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on the other hand to look out the door, "Still There is one person."

"who?"

   Qiu Xuezheng was taken aback.

  He received no other applications.

   Just as he was talking, a slender figure slowly appeared at the main entrance in the twilight. He was still holding a mobile phone in his hand, walking along the bluestone road unhurriedly.

   Qiu Xuezheng recognized at a glance that it was the man sitting next to Bai Po in the coffee shop before.

   Jian Zhe was lying on the table talking to Bai Po.

   Seemingly sensing the gaze, he raised his head and sat up straight.

   There were other people sitting on the Eight Immortals table. Everyone was chatting and laughing happily, but when they saw Jiang Fuli, everyone was very nervous for some reason.

   Jian Zhe moved his **** halfway, thinking about making room for this big guy.

  However, before he could stand up, Jiang He, who was sitting on the other side of the white scorpion, got up familiarly, and sat down on the stool on the side with a blank expression.

  Jian Zhe: "...?"

  Jiang Fuli pulled away the chair beside Bai Po casually, sat down casually, and greeted the people on the table of the Eight Immortals, "You can chat as you like, I'll just listen."

  He acted like I just listened casually.

   But facing him, can Qiu Xuezheng get up casually?

   "It's like this. There are seven...eight of our first-generation members this time," Qiu Xuezheng read one by one with his notebook. At the end of the reading, he looked at Jiang Fuli hesitantly, "Please, may I ask..."

   "Jiang Fuli, that Fuli in Turkic." Jiang Fuli tapped the table with his fingertips, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and announced his name.

  Qiu Xuezheng nodded, added his name, and asked again, "Is this the first time to join the Book Association, or the second time?"

   "Secondary join."

   Qiu Xuezheng was surprised again, he thought Jiang Fuli was the same as Bai Po, for the first time.

  After all, Jiang Fuli has an elite atmosphere, more like a financial and political person than an art person.

   "Second entry," he took a sip of tea, relieved and continued to write on the paper, "Which book association were you in before, did you have a rating?"

   "Chinese Calligraphy Association, rating..." Jiang Fuli said lazily, and thought for a while: "Special member."

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

  (end of this chapter)