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    But Wang Baoyu, who had been missing for two days, returned to the Gua Guan again. Of course Dai Liang guessed where he went. As soon as he entered the door, he asked with a playful smile: "Uncle Sun, have you found the old god?"

    It was rare to see Dai Liang be so humble. Wang Baoyu felt secretly happy and lied: "It's nothing. It's just nonsense. I spent two nights on the mountain in vain."

    "You lied to me, old man." Dai Liang rolled his eyelids, dubious.

    "Is it fun to lie to you? It was really cold at night and I got lost. Fortunately, there were no poisonous snakes or beasts, otherwise this Gua Guan would be yours." Wang Baoyu cried with a sad face, as if he had really escaped from death.

    Dai Liang's waist immediately straightened up again, and the veteran put his back behind him and said proudly: "Hey, this is fate. Why can I meet you but you can't? This is a matter of character."

    "You are a highly respected person, don't you? Come on, please tell me if you have made any progress in the past two days." Wang Baoyu asked.

    "It's still the same, just a few thousand yuan a day." Dai Liang said.

    "By the way, is there anyone coming to see me?" Wang Baoyu asked again.

    Hearing this, Zhen Youmei came over and said, "Baoyu, someone did come looking for you yesterday."

    "Then why don't you let me receive you?" Dai Liang asked with a frown.

    "Aren't you sleeping? Besides, Baoyu was asked to pass by by name." Zhen Youmei said.

    "Let's talk." Dai Liang waved his sleeves and went into the house.

    "Sister Youmei, who is looking for me? Are you a big shot?" Wang Baoyu asked.

    "It's the secretary of a director." Zhen Youmei said.

    "Director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau." Wang Baoyu asked.

    "No, it's Hong Renyue, the director of the Food and Drug Administration, who has nothing to do with us." Zhen Youmei said.

    Although he had nothing to do with the Food and Drug Administration in terms of business, Wang Baoyu knew that the power of this agency should not be underestimated, and now that he was a commoner with a flat head, he had to pay attention to anyone with a "long" head, so he quickly called Zhen Youmei.  .

    "Director Hong, I am Wang Baoyu. Unfortunately, I went out yesterday." Wang Baoyu said politely.

    "Haha, Director Wang, I have a little something to trouble you with." Hong Renyue chuckled.

    "I'm no longer the director, just call me Xiao Wang." Wang Baoyu said.

    "But Director Wang's contribution to education is admirable." Hong Renyue emphasized as if he had investigated Wang Baoyu, and smiled casually: "If Director Wang doesn't mind, I'll call you Brother Wang, and I'll go the extra mile."  Come over here."

    The less familiar Wang Baoyu and Hong Ren were, the more they called each other brothers and sisters. It must not be a simple matter, so they immediately got in the car and went straight to the Food and Drug Administration.

    If I was a little nervous when meeting Nie Zhengliang, the director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, it was because the Gua Guan was within his management scope, but the Food and Drug Administration was different. His own Gua Guan could not compete with the other party. Therefore, Wang Baoyu came arrogantly.  Arrive at Director Hong¡¯s office.

    Hong Renyue was in his early fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed as a scholar. As soon as Wang Baoyu came in, he immediately shook hands and passed cigarettes, looking particularly polite.

    "Brother Wang, I have also listened to your class. It was really good. After I came back, I adjusted the furnishings in the office as you said. As expected, everything went much smoother. Please help me take a look." Hong Ren  Yue spoke.

    Oh, it turns out it¡¯s about office feng shui. No problem. It¡¯s my job. Wang Baoyu took a look at Hong Renyue¡¯s office. He was really knowledgeable. Everything was in line with the requirements of feng shui. There were no flaws, so he raised his eyebrows.  Thumbs up: "Director Hong's office has absolutely no problems with Feng Shui."

    "Well, things are going really well at work, but there are still some troubles at home." Hong Renyue changed the subject and sighed.

    "Director Hong, if there is anything you can do to help, just ask." Wang Baoyu now understood a little bit. Hong Renyue sent someone to call him, and there must be something big going on.

    "Speaking of which, I hope I can keep this matter a secret," Hong Renyue said.

    "Don't worry, keeping clients' confidentiality is the basic rule of a warlock. Otherwise, it will cause divine punishment and the fortune-telling will not work." Wang Baoyu said swornly.

    Wang Baoyu's words made Hong Renyue more relieved. He also lit up a cigarette and said slowly: "I have two sons. The eldest son has a master's degree from the Medical University. He was assigned to our city hospital the year before last. Hehe, who is it?  I know this kid is not satisfied. If he gets a doctorate in medicine in the capital, I think he will probably stay somewhere else."

    "Director Hong, this is a good thing. Your son will be successful and your face will be glorious. Besides, with your current status, pension and medical care are not a problem. Do you still want your son to take care of himself in old age?" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

    "My wife and IThe point is not to put a burden on the children. They are willing to make progress, and we support them with both hands. However, it is difficult for every family to recite the scriptures. One goes far away, but those who stay with him" Hong Renyue said here,  The corners of his eyes were moist, and his face was full of sadness. He took a deep puff of cigarette and continued: "The second son Hong Li has something wrong. In fact, he is smarter than the eldest.  "

    "Director Hong, what's the problem?" Wang Baoyu asked, vaguely feeling that it might be related to the illness.

    "This kid usually likes history, especially ancient Chinese history. It's almost an exaggeration to say that he knows everything by heart. His little head is like a history library. He is now an assistant in the history department of Pingchuan University." Hong Renyue  Said quite proudly.

    "That's very good. Both children are scholars. Superstitiously, they are Wenquxing." Wang Baoyu exaggerated.

    "To tell you the truth, Hong Li's academic qualifications are only at the technical secondary school level. He is just a name in the university and only goes there occasionally. The specific reasons are really embarrassing to talk about." Hong Renyue said.

    Everything, corruption, a technical secondary school student working as a university teacher's assistant. Wang Baoyu felt contempt in his heart and asked patiently: "Are you feeling unwell?"

    "Absolutely. This child has always been very good. He is filial to his parents and respectful to his elders. However, sometimes he gets confused. He doesn't recognize his relatives and has been lost several times." Hong Yue said.

    "Have you been to the hospital for a check-up?" Wang Baoyu asked.

    "I bumped my head once when I was a child, and then I developed this problem. The hospital couldn't find out the cause," Hong Renyue said.

    Wang Baoyu was unsure. Of course, this kind of problem still belonged to some kind of mental illness, but when it came to dealing with it specifically, he had no idea at all, and small meteorites and Tai Sui water might not come in handy.

    "Besides leaving without saying goodbye, is there any other way to show off?" Wang Baoyu asked inquiringly.

    "Well, he still has convulsions occasionally, probably epilepsy. This child is really ill-fated. To this day, he has never even had a relationship. The longest time he left home was nearly a month. My wife cries at home every day, thinking that he is gone, and makes noisy  She is making noises about going with her son. If this continues, how can my mother and I sleep in peace?" Hong Renyue sighed repeatedly.
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