After coming out of Jiao's house, Yu Tong's little secretary slapped his ass wildly, "City Lord, you are really amazing, you can so easily solve the paper mill that your predecessor hasn't shut down for four years!"

Yu Tong, who is cold in front of people and dog-legged in the back, is very much in line with Zeng Lexin's thoughts, she is a mortal, and she also needs praise and affirmation.

But the virtue of modesty should not be forgotten, she waved her hand, "Don't take it lightly, we are only supported by the anxious wind, his mediation with the paper mill has only just begun, the result is still difficult to say, but it is a good start." ”

"Yes, I will continue to pay attention to this matter, if this matter is done, it will definitely be a great political achievement!" Yu Tong praised.

"The main reason is that I can't bear to see my beautiful hometown suffer. ”

"Yes, I always thought that the city lord was from the capital, but I didn't expect it to be from Dongyang, or the daughter of Zeng Lao, but it's a pity that Zeng Lao's calligraphy, with such a classic article, it shouldn't be difficult to shoot millions. Yu Tong shook his head and said.

"It's worth spending millions to be able to return Wucheng to green mountains and green waters," Yu Tong said again, "But this is also thanks to Jiao Fat's heart is not so black, plus he is a person who wants to save face, so he got his promise, when I was in Lin'an before, I saw too many masters who did not enter the oil and salt, and the black and white means were exhausted, so I had to embarrass everyone before I was willing to give in." ”

Seeing the domineering side leakage of the city lord at this time, Yu Tong said in convincing, "The city lord is mighty, Xiao Yu admires!"

"Haha, your performance today is also good, I see that you like Burrow Ming quite a lot?"

"Well, I think my place of residence is really worthy of this Burrow, but it is only an ugly word that deserves it, as for talking and laughing, there is no white ding, it is far from comparable. Yu Tong smiled lightly.

"Oh, I know," Zeng Lexin nodded, "This Xibei of mine is given to you, remember to erase my father's seal." ”

"Yours? Isn't that what your brother wrote?"

"If he had my ability, he wouldn't be poor and had nothing to do and finally embarked on the road of a writer, haha, this is my handwriting," Zeng Le said proudly, deceiving people, not bad, "After a while, I will solve the housing problem for you." ”

Zeng Lexin's sudden turn made Yu Tong's face freeze suddenly, and he hurriedly explained, "City Lord, I didn't mean that, I ......"

Zeng Lexin stopped Yu Tong, "I don't care if you imply that I mean to change your house, but since you follow me, I have the responsibility to let you get a good material life, so as not to be eroded by the sugar-coated shells of those businessmen and political enemies, anyway, your city lord is not bad for money~"

……

Xiong's family, the big mansion that had been lively all day gradually quieted down, after all, the newlyweds were only sixteen years old, and some links should be provincial, after the procedure, when Feng Han and Wang Guolu, Xiong Di's classmates were ready to approach the cave house, Xiong's father began to coax people.

"Da Xiong has drunk so much wine, it's not too early, the cave house won't make trouble, you all go back, don't worry your family!"

Li Li: "Uncle Xiong, we haven't made trouble in the cave room yet~" The people from the bamboo class took the lead in pleading.

Xiong Jiejian smiled slightly, and conjured a silver needle out of nowhere in his hand, "Then have you ever pierced acupuncture?" ”

Wang Guolu thought for a while: "That, acupuncture shouldn't hurt." ”

Xiong Tie Sturf: "It can also be very painful. ”

Feng Han said wittily: "Uncle Xiong, say goodbye and say goodbye!" and then pulled Han Wu to escape from Xiong's house.

Their family of five is very interesting, divided into three groups, Su Su is tired, her mother took her home first, Han Wu helped Han Shiqun contact Zeng Lao, Zeng Lao said that he could see him, Lao Han had already rushed over, Zeng Lao was very curious about what kind of person could cultivate such an excellent stepson as Feng Han.

As for Feng Han and Han Wu, they stayed and insisted until the end of the wedding banquet and sent Xiong Lu on their last journey.

I just ate a little full, Feng Han suggested that the two of them walk home, and they could withdraw the money when they met the bank halfway, 1200.

"So, dividing money is the main purpose of your walk!" Han Wu pouted.

"How can it, it's really eaten too much, these dishes of the Xiong family are really hard, and many of them are medicinal food, which has a nourishing effect, after eating, I am full of energy, I don't go for a walk to eliminate food, and I can't sleep at night." Feng Han said that in a few days, Han Wu will go to the capital to study at university, and I am afraid that there will not be too many experiences of walking late at night like today.

The sorrow of parting has begun to linger in Feng Han's heart, and I don't know if Sister Xiao Wu has a ...... for him in her heart We are reluctant to give up our family.

"Well, you know what kind of gift I gave, I don't know what you painted?" Feng Han asked.

"I, what auspicious, whatever festive, I paint anything, anyway, Zeng Lao said that I painted well. Han Wu said triumphantly.

Feng Han nodded: "Zeng Lao is a good person!"

"Hey, what do you mean by that!" Han Wu heard the sound outside the strings.

"No, I mean, Zeng Lao is for everyone, and he is willing to advise you, people are so good~" Feng Han sloppy eyes.

"I always feel like you don't have good words in your mouth!"

"Delusion, proper!"

Han Wu squinted his eyes, "I also had an illusion, and I actually saw an ATM of a bank in front of me~"

Feng Han fixed his eyes and looked at it, "What an illusion, really, let's go, hurry up and get the money!"

Han Wu was not highly motivated, Feng Han said again, "I took the money, I can buy you a gift!"

Han Wu jumped out, "Hurry up, don't grind!"

……

Han Shiqun sat in front of Zeng Guangxian and reported to his home.

"Editor-in-Chief of Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly?Han Shiqun?" Zeng Guangxian nodded, he didn't expect Feng Han's stepfather, he actually knew, and he could be regarded as the son of the old man.

Han Shiqun, who was attracted by the "Burrow Ming" on the wall, corrected, "Former editor-in-chief. ”

"Then I probably know what you're going to do, begging for words?"

Han Shiqun stood up and expressed his solemnity, "Yes, the younger generation plans to create a magazine with the theme of original youth literature, called "Sprout". ”

"Sprout, good name, your son took it?" Zeng Guangxian instinctively thought of the young man.

"Yes," Han Shiqun was a little embarrassed, "but he still doesn't admit it's my son." ”

"I think it's just a matter of time, that kid doesn't look like he's ignorant, and neither do you. ”

Han Shiqun was honored to receive such an evaluation from the old man, and he dared to ask again, "What about the inscription?"

"No problem, I wrote to your family Feng Han before. Zeng Guangxian haha.

"Then, the price?" Han Shiqun was worried, although it didn't matter who wrote the name of the magazine, he could write it himself, but as soon as Lao Han's head was hot, he wanted to save more gimmicks for his pregnant "Sprout", so he recklessly found Zeng Zhai.

But now that I am more sober, I can't help but feel a little weak when I think of the sky-high price of Zeng Lao's calligraphy works.

Zeng Lao seemed to see Han Shiqun's apprehension, and deliberately stretched out him, raising his head for a while, bowing his head for a while, as if he was thinking and calculating, and finally spit out a sentence, "Look, a dollar, how about it?"