23 January 2000.

On this day, the news of the emergence of a new vice president of the Channeling Realm in the Calculation Masters Association quickly spread throughout the association, especially after some people confirmed it from Jia Duobao and He Qizheng.

The new vice president is only fifteen years old, and he is accompanied by the little aunt Tang Rou to handle the admission process, and the first vice president Zhou accompanied the file registration record.

All of a sudden, all the information about An Zishan was spread everywhere, and there were different opinions, and there was a lot of noise.

Some say that he is a disciple of the mantle cultivated by the missing president.

Some people say that he is a genius of some hermit family in the arithmetic world.

Some people also said that he was President Zhou's junior brother, and even said that An Zishan was Tang Rou's half-brother, which was really outrageous.

An Zishan was dragged into the car by the four of them, and when he rushed to Anzhen Hospital, Jia Duobao came to He Qizheng's office, and the two sat on the sofa and whispered.

"Lao He, are you saying that this little uncle is from Zhao City, Dongshan Province?"

Jia Duobao looked at He Qizheng, who was smiling at the corner of his lips, with a puzzled expression, and confirmed.

He Qizheng's small eyes narrowed, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and said loudly: "It's not wrong, I personally handled the membership process, can I not be clear? At that time, my aunt was by my side, and I saw that my aunt was very enthusiastic about him." ”

Speaking of this, He Qizheng's fat on his cheeks trembled, and he said sneakily: "You say, could the truth be that An Zishan is the half-brother of my aunt as rumored by the outside world?"

Jia Duobao glanced at him and said speechlessly: "Lao He, why do you believe such naïve rumors, why do you have different surnames from half-mothers, and they are not half-brothers." ”

He Qizheng was stunned, and sighed lightly: "That's true, then you said that he is only fifteen years old this year, how can he reach the realm of gods at such a young age? ”

"Who knows, this man, man has to die more than man, and he has to throw away more goods. ”

Jia Duobao said with a sigh on his face, inexplicably a little unhappy, when the gap is too big, normal people will have a desperate mood.

He Qizheng didn't react much, he felt that even if the other party was a god realm, the vice president, he didn't have any intersection and grievances with him, besides, he felt that An Zi was a good person as his name suggested, quite kind.

There was silence for a moment, and he looked thoughtful

chiseled and said: "I think it is more likely that An Zishan is the mantle disciple of our missing president." ”

Jia Duobao's eyes widened violently, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why do you say this?"

He Qizheng shook his head and said: "You see, it is rumored that the chairman disappeared more than ten years ago, and this An Zishan is more than ten years old, isn't this time a coincidence? ”

"No matter how talented you are, you have to cultivate and cultivate from an early age, right?

"Anyway, our association, President Zhou doesn't have this ability, his mantle disciple Wen Buxian is still stuck on the threshold of the Tongshen Realm, he is at this age, and it is estimated that there is no hope in this life. ”

Jia Duobao had a straight face, nodded frequently, and said thoughtfully: "According to what you say, it's really possible, you said that the president has been missing for so many years, what happened?"

He Qi's face changed slightly, and his words were a little cautious, he glanced at the other party without a trace, and asked pretending not to care: "Why are you asking this? Regarding the topic of the president, the association has repeatedly ordered that you cannot talk about it." ”

Jia Duobao smiled unintentionally, and said softly: "Lao He, you joined the association much earlier than me, and you must know more, aren't I curious, just ask casually?"

He Qizheng pursed his lips and mocked lightly: "You fat man is this stinky problem, your curiosity is too heavy." If it weren't for your curiosity and lack of doors, maybe the position of the head of the Propaganda Department would be yours. ”

"The gods fight, and the little ghosts suffer. Wen Buxian retired from the position of Minister of Propaganda because of that incident, and you competed with Wang Laoji for Minister of Propaganda, you said, if it weren't for your stinky problem, how could Wang Laoji get the position of Minister of Propaganda?"

Talking about old things, Jia Duobao's face was gloomy, he was also a person who was brave and brave and dared to fight, how could he be so happy because of An Zishan's fifteen-year-old Tongshen Realm.

Back then, even if the gap with the other party was big, he dared to fight, dare to try, and never admit defeat.

However, it was only after he failed to compete with Wang Laoji for the position of propaganda minister that he became disheartened, and then he realized that this society mainly depends on relationships and backgrounds, rather than ability and talent.

No matter how capable and talented you are, if you are not used by the powerful and powerful, you will only die on the way to growth.

Those who are truly powerful and powerful will not allow the existence of gifted and threatening people who are not used for their own purposes.

After losing the competition for propaganda minister, rumors kept coming, and almost everyone said that it was because he was too curious, liked to talk behind his back, and didn't keep his mouth open.

Hehe, the facts are all written by the winners, and the real reason is estimated that no one will know except himself!

Jia Duobao smiled self-deprecatingly, not caring how he was saying himself, he had heard too many such words over the years, and he had already learned to deal with them indifferently.

He Qizheng saw that Jia Duobao didn't want to say much, and he didn't feel sorry for himself, so he immediately stopped talking.

At the beginning and end of the matter, he also heard some rumors, which may not all be due to the curiosity of the other party.

After being silent for a long time, I don't know what I thought, but I said faintly: "I have only been in the club for a little longer than you, and the president has been missing for a long time at that time, and there are many rumors. The most said thing is that the president disappeared because he went to find a bottleneck in his cultivation to break through the Divine Realm. ”

Jia Duobao was stunned, his face was shocked, and he said in disbelief: "Will ...... Does the president want to ...... Want to enter the legendary fairyland-like easy cultivation?"

"Oh my God!"

"Like the easy calculation of fairyland, will it really be the same as a land immortal!"

He Qizheng shook his head and sighed: "I don't know, the distance is too far, and we haven't reached the Divine Realm, so don't think about it." What I'm saying is also a rumor, and it's not clear what the truth is. ”

Jia Duobao bowed his head slightly, and he didn't know what he thought, and the two of them fell silent for a while.

......

In a room on the third floor of the headquarters of the Calculator Association, the sign at the door reads "Propaganda Department".

The layout of the room is exquisite, and from the style point of view, it completely maintains the antique style of the Qing Dynasty, with several desks placed horizontally and the official chair in the back. A set of well-made antique openwork wooden sofas are covered with thick warm cushions, and the four legs of the coffee table are carved with dragon heads with spit beads.

A lean man in a cotton robe with the word "Fuzi" sat on the official chair casually, looking at a document placed on the table in front of him and was silent, and the header of the document was written with the word "An Zishan" written on the head.

After a while, the man took out his mobile phone and dialed it out.

"Hey, Wang Laoji, you speak!"

This lean man wearing a cotton robe with the word "Fu" is none other than Wang Laoji, one of the six departments of the Economists Association and the head of the Propaganda Department.

"Well, it's me, An Zishan's information is already available, see you at the old place in the evening. ”

"Good!"