The curtain of the ancient pagoda was finally about to be removed, but Deputy Director Jiang of the Cultural Relics Bureau rushed to dissuade him.

This is also the first time that Deputy Director Jiang went to Lin's private restaurant, as soon as he entered the gate, he was attracted by the Yuan blue and white porcelain bowl under the glass cover on the table in the hall. Qin Fan smiled beside him: "Uncle Jiang, this is just an imitation, what's a pity." ”

Deputy Director Jiang looked at Qin Fan, shook his head and said, "You don't understand this. Seeing that Lao Zhao, Zhao Jiasheng, and Lin Yiqiang also surrounded him, he swallowed the following words back.

There are two more people in the Cultural Relics Bureau this time, one is Dai Xiao, the section chief, and another is a female comrade named Liang Xue. The purpose of Deputy Director Jiang's visit was to discuss with Jiasheng that the curtain of the ancient pagoda would be removed after another month of extension, and that he would like to thank Jiasheng and Qin Fan for the activities planned, which provided a great boost to their bureau to fight for maintenance costs. When they attached the photos of the ancient pagoda and the photos of the ancient pagoda wrapped in the curtain to the application report, the provincial cultural relics department finally moved with compassion and approved 2 million for the maintenance of the ancient pagoda.

When the news came, the bureau cheered, and Deputy Director Jiang was also regarded as a meritorious man. Zhang Lingling led them into the Splendid Pavilion and sat down, Lao Zhao saw Qin Fan and glared at him fiercely, feeling bitter in his heart, his daughter was deceived by this little bastard, and she really regretted not being at the beginning. Xuemei also saw her father come in on the second floor, shrank her head, hid in Qin Fan's studio, and never dared to show her head again.

Liang Xue's age is not very old, only about twenty-three or four years old, seeing the blue and white porcelain pattern cheongsam on Zhang Lingling's body, she felt very novel, and couldn't help but pull Zhang Lingling and asked who designed the cheongsam on her body, Zhang Lingling smiled and pointed at Qin Fan.

"Deputy Director Jiang, this is not very easy to do, at that time, we applied to the Industry and Commerce and the Municipal Management Committee for only 50 days, if we want to extend the time, we have to re-apply, you also know that these departments have a relatively large appetite. After Zhao Jiasheng knew their intentions, he couldn't help but complain.

Deputy Director Jiang thought that Zhao Jiasheng was exaggerating, pouted and said, "You don't care about this, let's coordinate." "My uncle listened to it and felt that it was not a big deal.

"This is especially thanks to Qin Fan. Deputy Director Jiang remembered Qin Fan's words of persuasion at that time, and thanked him loudly.

Qin Fan said humbly: "This is also Uncle Jiang's good at admonishing. The two looked at each other and smiled.

When the wine and food were served, Deputy Director Jiang tasted it and couldn't help exclaiming, "This is Old Man Lin's craft." Qin Fan rolled his eyes and secretly said that this was the Lin family's private restaurant, and Deputy Director Jiang's play had passed.

At the wine table, Dai Ke and Liang Xue took turns to toast Qin Fan, Qin Fan was so bitter that he didn't like to drink very much, and the amount of alcohol was limited, so he couldn't stop talking after a while. Liang Xue hid her mouth and snickered on the side, thinking that this big boy was really interesting.

Zhao Jiasheng also thanked Qin Fan because of the boom in business, and poured Qin Fan a lot of wine, and in the end, Qin Fan used the strength of the wine to talk more and more nonsense.

When the brother-in-law saw it, he hurriedly asked Zhang Lingling to help Qin Fan down. Looking at Qin Fan's departing back, Deputy Director Jiang shook his head and said, "Lin Ke, your nephew's heart is really big enough. Lin Yiqiang hurriedly said: "Qin Fan is still young, he has drunk too much, and he is talking nonsense. ”

Deputy Director Jiang said disapprehantly: "Lin Ke, you are wrong, let me ask you, what Fanzi said just now, who here could have thought of this, and who has thought about it?" Zhao Jiasheng lowered his head and thought about it, since the noble man has this idea, do you want to help him realize it, this is what Qin Fan said in his mouth The plan is too big, and I don't know how much to invest? How to make a profit? What is the rate of return? When will Qin Fan wake up and ask him well.

Dai Ke and Liang Xue also became more and more curious about Qin Fan, they had heard Deputy Director Jiang say that the plan of Guta was done by a high school student, and they still didn't believe it. I heard Qin Fan's "nonsense" again today, although it seems like a fantasy, but when I think about it, there is still a certain degree of feasibility.

Lao Zhao thought about it and was terrified, and saw that Qin Fan definitely didn't look like a high school student, but like, like ...... Lao Zhao didn't know how to describe it. In the end, he suddenly felt that Qin Fan seemed to be possessed by something.

Uncle Lin Yiqiang was also puzzled, Qin Fan's usual performance was just a little smart, when did he have such ambitions. Could it be that the knowledge taught in secondary schools now has greatly surpassed one's own understanding?

After the banquet was over, Lao Zhao bluffed Zhang Lingling and asked her to tell Xuemei to go home early. When I went out, I felt a sense of loss in my heart, the little padded jacket that used to be warmed by Qin Fan, the rabbit cub.

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Qin Fan was helped into the studio by Zhang Lingling in a daze, put on the recliner, only heard the broken voices of Xuemei and Zhang Lingling, and after a while, his head was lifted up, Xuemei fed a cup of herbal tea that had already been cooled, Qin Fan hummed comfortably, and fell asleep deeply.

Xuemei saw the fine sweat oozing slightly from Qin Fan's forehead, so she picked up the pu fan and gently fanned him. Looking at Qin Fan's delicate and fair face, she couldn't help but be confused, she was also a classmate, how could he know so many things, and then look at the other classmates, either they were studying hard, or they were showing themselves in front of the girls with excessive hormones. And the boys are so childish in what they say, and how ridiculous they are in front of the girls.

I don't know when I started liking Qin Fan, but I just think Qin Fan is very special and attracts the attention of girls, and I also fell into it unconsciously, and I lost such an ugly thing in front of my classmates.

Holding a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat on Qin Fan's head, her fair face was slightly red, Xuemei couldn't help but kiss his face and looked at him with fascination.

Qin's mother downstairs was pacing anxiously, and as soon as she entered the door, she heard Zhang Lingling say that Qin Fan had drunk too much and was resting in the studio upstairs, and she didn't care about anything, she was about to go to the back hall to see if her father was busy, and she heard that Xuemei was taking care of Qin Fan, which frightened Qin's mother, and she couldn't help but think about it, what should I do if my son was drunk and messy and did something bad? Isn't Chang Jun an example?

The more Qin's mother thought about it, the more scared she became, and she wanted to break in to stop them, but after thinking about it, if they were okay and broke in by themselves, Xuemei was afraid that she suspected that she had some bad thoughts, and if the girl couldn't think about it, something was going on, it was really her own sin.

Several times I asked Zhang Lingling to go to the door of the studio to listen to the movement inside, and every time Zhang Lingling listened to it and said that it was quiet inside, and there was no unusual noise. Grandpa walked out of the back hall, saw the little daughter's restless appearance, and said lightly: "I believe in mortals." Qin's mother was still not at ease, and repeatedly told Zhang Lingling to watch her tighter. Zhang Lingling nodded in embarrassment, watching Qin's mother accompany her grandfather out of the door, and went up to the second floor with her head stubborn, and knocked lightly on the door of the studio.

Xuemei blushed instantly.