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Volume Three: Shandong Thieves Chapter 331: Kneel in front of the tomb

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    "I want you to know that there is always someone waiting for you in this world. No matter when or where you are, you know there is always such a person." Zhang Ling said this to me before getting off the plane.  The remarks.  Just when I was about to ask a question, Zhang Ling said: "This sentence comes from Zhang Ailing's novel Half Life!" Then, she laughed and told me about the things in this collection of Zhang Ailing's essays.  She was still the heartless little girl. When leaving Hongqiao Airport, Zhang Ling said to me: "I feel that the people who write articles are so talented. You tell me whether I should write something or something, anyway."  I have nothing to do every day, maybe I can still publish a book.¡± I frowned and said, ¡°You want to write a book in China? Haven¡¯t you heard of this?  Those who write books are poor, and those who pirate are rich. "Zhang Ling shrugged and said, "Cultivation of personal temperament." "Well, if you are willing to write something to cultivate your temperament, I have nothing to say. I just hope.  Don't turn into an unkempt old witch." I scolded her.  Zhang Ling punched me and said, "Damn it, didn't I just say that I wanted to write something? Are you so scared of me?" I scratched my head and said shyly, "You don't know, Su Dongpo used to go to college.  He wrote novels at that time. When he was a freshman, he often stayed up for days and nights to write novels, just to earn some royalties and buy inflatable toys.  She is a beauty, but she is actually a big fat man. " "Pfft!" Zhang Ling, who was drinking water, almost spat out a mouthful of water and said, "Lan HuixinSu Dongpo is really wretched!" "What happened because of money?  , will feel tired.  Zhang Ling only wrote articles to cultivate her leisure life, so I didn't particularly stop her.  After we got home, she took the computer and thought for three hours to write a title, Qingqing Zijin!  I frowned and asked her: "Why did you name this book?" Zhang Ling said to me: "Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart. It comes from "The Book of Songs. Zheng Feng. Zijin". As for why you chose this name, it's  It started with a story. The protagonist in my book is Zhang Zijin, a daughter of an empire who was originally going to marry a prince from another empire. On the eve of the wedding, the empire collapsed and Zijin met a woodcutter.  They got to know each other, and after Zijin fell in love with the woodcutter, she was found by the prince. After returning to the empire, she participated in a palace coup in the palace and realized that her empire was invaded by a third empire. But by accident, she understood the truth.  All this was planned by the prince. During the struggle, Zijin was killed by his most beloved person, the prince. However, by chance, he left the empire and returned to the place where he met the woodcutter.  At that time, Zijin was over fifty and had silver hair. After many inquiries, he found out that the woodcutter died in a mountain stream during a flash flood. When he returned to his hometown, he discovered that there was a tree on that mountain.  Niangniang Temple, and this Niangniang Temple is where she first met the woodcutter. Around the Niangniang Temple, you can vaguely see the disasters caused by flash floods and the projects built by the woodcutter. In grief, Zijin became a monk in Niangniang Temple.  "Ni." "Are you done?" I asked, looking at Zhang Ling with a longing expression.  Zhang Ling nodded and said, "It's over. It's a beautiful story, right?" I couldn't help but complain: "It's bloody, pretentious, contrived, and a mess." "You" Zhang Ling stared at me.  My head was spinning rapidly and I said: "If you write a fantasy novel about pure love, you might as well write it in lowercase letters. There is no need to follow the trend and write bloody scenes. You can write about a farmer who was conquered by the empire and went to the battlefield, while his wife stayed with him at home.  Later, news came that the farmer had died, and his wife had been a widow for his whole life. After his wife died, the farmer who had become a general came back, recalled his wife's appearance, and engraved Qingqing Zijin on his wife's tombstone.  This idiom. You don¡¯t need to write too many characters in this kind of article, write it from the perspective of the farmer¡¯s wife, write it in small letters and small letters.¡±  Write, it¡¯s none of your business.¡± I shrugged and had no choice but to say no more.  But after I made such a fuss, Zhang Ling's enthusiasm for writing articles was really ignited.  She carried the notebook back to her room, sat on the bed and thought hard for a long time, and finally wrote the first paragraph: When I first met him, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was terrifying, but also a little funny.  .  Like the little donkey in Shrek, he scolded me that sooner or later a woman would bow down to money, and then left angrily Chen Yiming was in Shanghai, and the day after I came back from Hangzhou, I went there alone  Find him at the World Financial Center next to Jin Mao Tower.  I briefly told him about the Huangpu land, focusing on the identities of Aunt Wen Hui.  Chen Yiming smiled and said to me: "Hao Ren, even if you want to kill me now, I agree, not to mention that it is such a trivial matter and requires the help of the capital market.  Okay, let me do it for you.  But I hope you can forget as much as possible about what your adoptive father said to you in the past few years.  ¡± I nodded and said, ¡°Uncle Chen, don¡¯t worry, as long as I have one bite to eat, I will definitely have ten of yours.¡±  " Chen Yiming smiled helplessly, scratched his head and said to me: "You are really carved from the same mold as the old fox, you are surprisingly cunning.  " I shrugged. Chen Yiming pondered for a while and said to me: "If the woman named Xia comes back next time, you can recommend her to me. Her recent actions in the international capital market have given me a headache, haha.  " I nodded and said, "As long as she is at home and you respond, I will help you. Unfortunately, she is not at home now.  " Chen Yiming didn't say much. After a while, she said: "It's almost the old fox's death anniversary.  " I thought for a moment, and now it's the end of March, and it's almost April. It's indeed the anniversary of the death of the old fox. People leave and the tea is cold, not to mention that the old fox is already dead. Chen Yiming just reminded me like this, and there is no such thing.  Say more. When I left the World Financial Center and took the bus, I looked back at this building that looked like a bottle cork, and I laughed in my heart.  Instead of going home, I went to see Wang Yingli. Unexpectedly, Wang Yingli was not at home. Her secretary, She Xinyu, told me that Wang Yingli had taken the little queen to Hang Lung Commercial Building.  After waiting for a while at Wang Yingli's house, Wang Yingli came back. When she came back, she brought the little queen. The little girl was wearing a children's dress from a certain foreign brand. I knew the price was enough without asking. She Xinyu stood up with a smile.  Said: "Mr. Wang, Hao Ren has been waiting for you for half an hour.  " Wang Yingli said angrily: "I understand, you can leave first.  "She Xinyu glanced at the little queen, nodded and left. I looked at She Xinyu's back with some surprise, and said to Wang Yingli: "She is not a bad person, why are you so cold to her?  "Wang Yingli said: "Shen Guoqiang's eyeliner, can I give her a good face?  " I scratched my head helplessly, and the little queen said eagerly: "Mom, Sister Xinyu is not an undercover agent.  " Wang Yingli glared at the little queen. The little queen decisively lowered her head and said nothing, but Wang Yingli said: "You can have a close relationship with her, and your mother will not object, but you can't change your mother's view of her.  If you have the ability to become a true friend with her, your mother will never object to you being together.  " The little queen nodded thoughtfully. I was a little surprised by Wang Yingli's education method. But the little queen put down her things obediently and went back to the room to practice piano. Wang Yingli sat down and took off her high heels, revealing a pair of round and rounded shoes.  Her black stockings were placed horizontally on the sofa, and her beautiful feet were exposed to the air. They were very attractive. Men have a special fondness for women wearing black stockings, so naturally I kept my eyes on her feet.  Let go, but I have pretty good self-control, so I told Wang Yingli what happened. After hearing this, Wang Yingli nodded and said, "I need a chance to take action.  "    "what chance?  "I asked her. Wang Yingli thought for a while and said: "We need to wait and see.  ¡± I said helplessly: ¡°Okay¡± I actually know what Wang Yingli calls an opportunity. That is anything related to this project in the recent period. Now that the project is about to be completed, I want to find an opportunity to take action, which will lead to the entire project.  It is not easy to cancel everything or change ownership, so we must have a sufficient reason. Judging from the current strength in our hands, it is very difficult to do this, but there is a saying that is good.  , Opportunities are created by people, not given by God. Creating those low-interest work difficulties cannot affect this matter. What is needed now is a game of policy. Only when the policy is in place can something related to this project be solved.  It will be exposed. But large-scale and powerful policies cannot be introduced in a short period of time, so we need some policies that are specific to this project, and the formulation of these policies often does not require high-level consent.  I was so anxious. In early April, during the Qingming Festival, I took Zhang Ling to visit the old fox¡¯s grave. I had not been here for nearly two years, and I removed a lot of weeds on the grave and placed it in front of the tombstone.  A bouquet of flowers and a bottle of sake. I sat there and talked to the old fox for a while. Zhang Ling sat next to me, wearing black clothes and looking very solemn. After I finished speaking, Zhang Ling knelt in front of the tomb.?The old fox kowtowed and said softly: "Grandpa, you must bless Hao Ren to complete this matter. He doesn't have many opportunities. What you give is the most important."???????ps:9  Chapter 2, I have collected a list of those who subscribed to the VIP chapter yesterday morning.  After I get home, I will publish the list. To subscribe, you only need to provide your account and password to recharge 100kb.  Please send flowers and nods, please support me.
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