"I didn't expect this Principal Huang to be such a person!"

After leaving the office with Guo Dalu, Wang Xiaolu, Song Qian and others were all angry, "What Qian Shaoqiang and they did has been clearly laid out here, the evidence is conclusive, and Huang Zuoren still protects them in every way!"

Guo Dalu said lightly: "Whoever has a big fist is justified, it has been like this since ancient times! Qian Shaoqiang's Lao Tzu is not simple, it is estimated that he has thrown money into your school, otherwise Huang Zuoren would not defend him so much." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After Song Qian heard Guo Dalu mention Qian Zhengyu's name in the office just now, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and searched for Qian Zhengyu's name on a search engine.

After seeing the search results after a while, he shouted "wow", "This Qian Shaoqiang turned out to be the second generation of rich, his father Qian Zhengyu is the chairman of Zhengyu Group, and he has been included in the list of rich people in China ten years ago!"

She looked surprised and said, "I didn't expect this Qian Shaoqiang to have such a big background, no wonder the principal didn't want to deal with him easily!"

Wang Xiaolu, Xie Qingli and others also gathered in front of Song Qian curiously, "Let me see, let me see, it's really hey, I didn't expect this person to be a rich second generation, no wonder he looks like a cowhide coaxing on weekdays, it turns out that it's because of this!"

After seeing the information of Qian Shaoqiang's family, Song Qian said worriedly: "Brother Dalu, if you don't forget about this matter, I know that you have a good relationship with Tianxi Chen Dong, but because we offended people like Qian Zhengyu, it is not good after all!"

Guo Dalu raised his eyebrows, "Qian Zhengyu is a fart!"

He said to a few girls: "Don't worry, this matter will be dealt with soon today, and the Qian family will be great, I'm afraid that he will be a bird!"

Wang Xiaolu stretched out his hand and pinched Guo Dalu: "In front of so many girls, don't keep talking dirty!"

Guo Dalu raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, okay, what do I mean, I'm afraid that their Qian family will do? If they are beaten upright, they will have to admit that they have done wrong! If they are a big country, can their Qian family still go against the sky? Today's incident, let alone Qian Shaoqiang, even if Qian Shaoqiang and his son come, they still have to bow their heads and admit their mistakes!"

He glanced at the girls beside him, "Don't worry!

Song Qian laughed out loud, "Justice sometimes plays a very embarrassing role in the face of money and power!"

Murong Xiaoxue also said softly: "When money stands up and speaks, all the truth will be silent!"

Guo Dalu laughed, "Oh, I'll go, after such a little thing, everyone has become philosophers? Now don't care about any money and power, let's go eat something first, after a long time, I'm hungry!"

The location of the Huaxia Conservatory of Music is near the Temple of Earth in Kyoto (everyone, this is a different world, so don't take the location seriously!).

Wang Xiaolu has been coveting the nearby food for several years, and now Guo Dalu is not short of money, so she goes to an old restaurant near the Temple of Earth to eat roast duck to satisfy her hunger.

Kyoto's roast duck and shabu-shabu are famous throughout China, and they are two of the best dishes in Kyoto.

It's just that it's summer, not a good time to eat roast duck, but now the conditions are not as good as in ancient times, and there will basically be no big difference in the taste of eating on the spot, when I arrived at the restaurant, Wang Xiaolu ate more than ten rolls of duck meat and drank a big bowl of duck soup, and then patted my little belly with satisfaction, "It's full!"

Guo Dalu has a good appetite, Wang Xiaolu can only eat a normal amount, but he doesn't have enough ducks, so he wants another one, which can be regarded as a comfortable meal.

Song Qian's girls secretly laughed when they saw him eating so much like a hungry tiger, "Brother Dalu, you can really eat!"

Guo Dalu smiled: "I haven't let go of my stomach yet!"

While a few people were eating and laughing, there were two people sitting there at the table next to them, slowly rolling the duck meat, and talking softly.

The two people at the next table, a man and a woman, should be a mother-son relationship, the son seems to be a paralyzed person, sitting in a wheelchair, his body is very thin, his forehead is very broad, his eyes are slightly dim, when eating, he talks to the old woman around him from time to time, occasionally laughs a few times, and looks very cheerful.

The old woman beside him is not tall, and her physique is a little thinner than ordinary people, but she is neatly packed up and down, and her temperament is very elegant.

The old woman looked at her son who was eating, her eyes could not hide the sadness and reluctance from the bottom of her heart, her eyes were always red and swollen, and occasionally when her son lowered his head to eat, she turned around quickly, wiped away the tears that were about to fall with a handkerchief, and when her son raised his head, her face was full of smiles again.

Because of the vigilance of being a martial artist himself, when the mother and son sat next to them, Guo Dalu had already paid attention to them.

Guo Dalu's brain power is extraordinary, and he can even use two minds, when he is eating and talking with a few girls, the other half of his mind has been paying attention to the mother and son next to him.

A kind of intuition in the dark made him feel that this mother and son were unusual.

The mother and son kept talking and laughing during the meal, but the smiles of both of them were like a small flower that struggled to bloom in the vast desert of suffering, or a small cluster of fire in the boundless dark night, which was to see through the world's open-mindedness and cheerfulness after experiencing great grief and sadness.

In Guo Dalu's induction, the breath of the middle-aged man in a wheelchair has become extremely weak, like a candle flame in the wind in a cold night, which may be extinguished at any time, but his smile is cheerful, and he is smiling at the old woman next to him at this time: "I can't eat greasy things for several years, I ate a few more rolls today, and I am still a little uncomfortable, I used to be a big stomach king who could eat the whole duck!"

The old woman looked at her son with a reluctant face, as if she wanted to remember his face at this moment forever in her heart, and said with a smile: "How strong you were at that time, you won the second place in our Kyoto 3,000-meter race!"

The man seemed to recall the past, smiled, and said, "Yes, speaking of which, this was all more than twenty years ago, and in the past twenty years, the changes in this neighborhood are so great that it is difficult to find even something that exists in my memory." ”

The old woman comforted and said, "Isn't this roast duck restaurant still there? Times are changing, society is developing, and everything can't still be the same as in memory." ”

The middle-aged man smiled, "Yes, most of the things are gone, but some things are still there, such as this roast duck restaurant, such as the ancient locust trees on both sides of the road." ”

He turned his head to look at the direction of the altar outside the window, and said softly: "There is also the altar of the earth that has not changed for many years!"

After the mother and son stayed in the hotel for a while, the middle-aged man in the wheelchair showed a flushed face, and his eyes were like flames that suddenly brightened when they were about to be extinguished, "Mom, I want to go to the Temple of Earth to have a look." ”

The old woman hurriedly stood up, and after settling the bill, she wanted to push her son out of the hotel in a wheelchair, but she seemed to have a very ominous premonition in her heart at this time, her hands and feet were weak, and she pushed several times, but she couldn't push her son out of the door, but her body almost fell, and a tear flowed from her eyes, but she quickly wiped it away.

Finally, she looked into the restaurant for help, apparently hoping that someone nearby would help her.

Many drinkers in the restaurant pushed their glasses and changed their glasses, one by one with red faces and shouting five and six, and no one paid attention to the mother and son

Just as the old woman was about to ask for help, Guo Dalu stood up solemnly and put his hand on the wheelchair.