As soon as he came out of Yuncui Pavilion, Bai Ling'er muttered and asked, "Jiang Ming, then Feng Ze calculated against you this time, why did you give him such a good opportunity?"

This can be described as a fairy fate.

Not everyone is as lucky as Xu Lin.

Jiang Ming smiled: "Just because ...... He and I are both Chinese. ”

Feng Ze, the old man, was particularly annoying, and he had offended him many times openly and secretly.

But the most commendable thing about this old man is that he has always worked for Huaxia and has never harmed ordinary people.

is also a Chinese, that's it.

Jiang Ming snorted coldly: "If he comes again next time, I won't care about the feelings of my compatriots." ”

Feng Ze, the old man, no longer knows the situation, and he should be able to know some news from the conversation between him and Qing Heng.

He must have known that he was not an ordinary cultivator of mortal dust, but an official disciple of the Immortal Sect.

This old man is not stupid, and he will not have a brain pump.

Bai Ling'er looked up at Jiang Ming, his back was broad, and he seemed to be able to bear all things in heaven and earth.

She was suddenly able to understand why Jiang Ming said that cultivation was not only martial arts cultivation, but also heart cultivation.

How many people are superior in force and respected in all worlds, but they can't finally break through. Maybe it's because the cultivation of the mind has not yet been achieved.

Only the person in front of him, the vastness of his state of mind made him go further......

Jiang Ming turned his head and looked: "What are you still doing stupidly, didn't you find that I was so handsome?"

Bai Ling'er came back to her senses and glared fiercely: "It's ugly!"

She ran away on her short legs in an instant.

Jiang Ming sighed, he is also called ugly? So what are the rest of the people? Ugly and miserable? So ugly that they can only commit suicide?

The little girl really doesn't know how to appreciate!

Jiang Ming returned directly to Jianghai City from Haicheng.

Bai Ling'er deliberately called him dad before, and a group of uncles and aunts around him looked at him with strange eyes, thinking that he had some special habits.

After that, Bai Ling'er reluctantly changed her name to brother, and the looks of the people around her were much better.

Jiang Ming took Bai Ling'er and went directly back to his hometown in the countryside of Jianghai City.

His father took him and Jiang Yun to study in the capital, so he continued to expand in his hometown, and their family definitely became the largest family in the entire village.

Jiang Ping was afraid that Jiang Ming would have too many friends, so he also built a guest room.

Often walking around the city, Jiang Ming prefers his rural hometown. The pace is slow and the days are comfortable.

The aura of the Tree of Life planted in Qingyang Mountain has floated a lot in this year, and the aura can be felt at home.

His father planted many fruit trees in the back of the yard, and Hua Chenghan, the owner of Wanhuamen, came all the way from Tiannan Province to guide how to cultivate them better. Each of the fruits grown is exceptionally delicious.

Jiang Ming was ready to meet a bunch of people when he went back, who knew that there were so many people that he was a little surprised.

The local reporter is there, and there is still ...... Wealthy businessmen from Hong Kong Island are also here?

After Jiang Ming was interviewed by a group of reporters, he asked the middle-aged wealthy businessman with a mustache: "Mr. Huang, you don't know why you came to Jianghai City?"

Huang He, a well-known and wealthy businessman on Hong Kong Island, is worth tens of billions.

Huang He looked at Jiang Ming, who looked like a handsome cultural young man with a hint of bookish atmosphere.

He praised it and said in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent: "Mr. Jiang, it really deserves to be my first literati in China, no wonder he can win the Nobel Prize in Literature!"

The group around them knew what Jiang Ming was doing behind his back, and they all laughed dryly.

Huang Fuhao may not have seen Jiang Ming's ruthlessness in killing.

Jiang Ming frowned slightly, a little displeased with Huang He.

Huang He immediately walked over and said in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, I have a big deal to talk to you about. ”

Jiang Ming was slightly interested and invited unnecessary people out.

Huang He said to Jiang Ming and his parents: "Mr. Jiang is now the only person in China who has won the Nobel Prize, and he is so young and handsome. I think there will be many people from all over the country who will come to visit the treasure land that gave birth to such talents. ”

Jiang Ming remained silent, but he already knew the meaning of Huang He's coming.

Huang He said excitedly: "Mr. Jiang, you know that although the Nobel Prize is famous all over the world, its prize money is really pitiful. $1.4 million, which is equivalent to 10 million yuan, is not even 10 million! This is at most possible to buy a house in a big city. ”

Jiang Ping interrupted: "Mr. Huang, our family has a house. ”

Huang He glanced at the so-called "small rural villa" where he was now, and felt disdainful in his heart.

Can this also be called a house?

"Mr. Jiang, I have a project that will allow you to get more money and live a better life. Huang He looked at Jiang Ming drinking tea indifferently, and added: "Mr. Jiang is a literati and arrogant, doesn't he think about himself or his parents?"

Huang He said: "I am willing to pay 100 million to buy the house you are in now!"

Jiang Ming gasped when he heard someone at the scene, and it was obvious that he was moved.

Jiang Ming smiled: "Then you changed my house into a 'celebrity former residence', and the tour fee?"

Huang He didn't feel uncomfortable being exposed at all, but nodded with a smile: "We are businessmen, of course we care about the value. Among them, the price can be negotiated. ”

Huang He is confident that he will be able to return to his original capital soon.

What's more, the air in this place is incredibly good, so it's no wonder that the people here look exceptionally good. When the time comes, he will still be able to blow a blow about the publicity.

Jiang Ming said indifferently: "No need." I'm not short of money. ”

Huang He's brows furrowed, "One and a half hundred million?"

Jiang Ming rushed to Hua Tiangang on the side and said, "Please Mr. Huang leave." ”

Hua Tiangang directly invited Mr. Huang out, and although Huang He didn't like it in his heart, he didn't show it on his face.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, I will always be in Jianghai City during this time, I hope you can contact me if you change your mind." ”

He also shoehorned a business card into Hua Tiangang's arms before leaving.

As soon as Huang He left, his face sank.

He took a sip: "What kind of literati are arrogant, not pretending?"

These literati always like to be reserved, and they will change their minds in a few days.

After all, even if he doesn't turn this place into a tourist mecca, according to the Chinese people's tourism mentality, he will definitely want to see what the birthplace of this Nobel Prize-winning writer is.

As soon as Huang He left, Jiang Yun said disdainfully: "What does he know?

Even if you don't count the various industries that Jiang Ming has brought up in the underground world, on the surface, his copyright income, the income of the entertainment company definitely exceeds Huang He's so-called 150 million.

Jiang Ming said lightly: "Forget it, there are other people besides him." ”

He didn't bother to take care of it.

Sure enough, as Jiang Ming thought, there were also people in China who had this plan, but he refused.

This year's year was spent at their house.

He Cuixiang gave a death order, telling Jiang Ming to stay well on Chinese New Year's Eve, and not to run around the world and make them worried.

Jiang Ming smiled helplessly, he had no other plans this year.

It's just that this year has arrived, and it shouldn't be far from the day when the ghost door of the netherworld will open.

He has only now entered the Earth Immortal, and he doesn't know if he can still deal with the Senluo Ghost King.

Jiang Ming usually cultivates when he is not reading books when he has nothing to do, and rarely goes out.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone is at home.

Jiang Ping even directly called the best cook in the capital to come directly to the house to cook the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

A group of people were eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and suddenly Hua Tiangang came over and said, "Master, a big man is coming at the door." ”

Jiang Ming frowned slightly.

Can't even Hua Tiangang guess it?

Jiang Ming looked at the people whose expressions became nervous for a moment, and he spread his hands helplessly: "I really didn't mess around." ”

He didn't know at all.

I saw a young man in his thirties appear in front of everyone.

Jiang Ming smiled: "Qingheng?"

No wonder Hua Tiangang doesn't know him, as if he is facing a great enemy.

No matter how bad Qingheng is, his strength is higher than Hua Tiangang.

Qing Heng was like an immortal who stepped on the moon, and he bowed his hands: "Jiang immortal, happy Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

The disciples of their cultivation world are no more than worldly festivals.

Jiang Ming nodded lightly.

Qingheng handed over a piece of paper and said, "In order to reward you for developing a new type of virus medicine, the state has specially appointed you as the honorary president of the field hospital, and I hope you can continue to make greater contributions to our Huaxia Medical." ”

What?

Everyone looked confused.

Jiang Ming put down his chopsticks and smiled: "I, a person who is engaged in literature, actually became the director of the hospital?"

The whole world seems to know that Jiang Ming followed the Huaxia medical team to Europe for help in treating the virus.

Qing Heng could only smile, Jiang Xianren naturally understood what it meant.

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