He Jianmin, male, Han nationality, native of Jinji City, Shuchuan Province, born in 1974. Graduated www.biquge.info from the Department of Chinese of Shuchuan University in 1997, he studied at Kingbridge University in California, USA, majoring in Southeast Asian history and obtained a doctorate in history. He returned to China in 2000 and taught at the Department of History at Chaju University.

In 2006, He Jianmin was promoted to the title of associate professor and transferred to the office of the Logistics Support Department, while taking courses in several classes of the Department of History. In 2010, He Jian polled the Chinese Department Office.

The time point was in 2013, when He Jianmin first became the deputy director of the Chinese department, and a few months later the original director was transferred, and he became the director again.

The official website said that He Jianmin is talented, determined to reform, brave in innovation, hard work, uniting comrades, and caring for students...... And so on, with the unanimous consent of the school leaders, he was promoted to the head of the Chinese department.

This kind of profile is too official, full of false routines, and it doesn't seem to be famous. However, he was suddenly promoted in 2013, and it was clear that someone was speaking for him. Otherwise, why would you be promoted two levels in a year?

Looking for other places, I didn't find a single word about He Jianmin. However, there was a post in the forum scolding Director He, saying that he caught the student who threw confetti and taught him a lesson, making a big fuss, insulting Sven, and was locked up by the administrator.

Song Baojun had to turn off the computer and think carefully about his situation.

Report to the school? Useful is useful, but unfortunately not very useful.

He Jianmin can completely deduce that this money is for the collective, and at most it will be returned to you. Or considering that it is inconvenient for you to hold a huge amount of money as a student, it is not a problem for me as the head of the department to help you keep it, right? The point is, there is little evidence.

What's more, there are people above Director He.

But the bonus he worked hard to get couldn't be taken away by him like this, it's disgusting!

Song Baojun decided to collect Director He's information first, wait for the opportunity, and then make plans. Anyway, this matter can't be seen in a while.

……

After the calligraphy elective class in the afternoon, a tall man in a black suit was waiting at the door of the classroom, saw Song Baojun with a smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Song, please stay." ”

The man had short hair, a slender scar on his forehead, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, a body as straight as a javelin, and very sharp eyes.

Song Baojun found that the other party was vigilant, but he smiled very modestly on the surface: "Oh, hello, hello, I'm Song Baojun, may I ask who you are?" ”

"In the next surname Tian, Tian Moshan, the cheap name is not enough to worry about." The person who came was very polite and said, "Mr. Song just got out of class, he should be free, right?" Our eldest sister wants to treat you to a cup of tea. ”

"Your eldest sister?" Song Baojun said in his heart, you look like you're in your thirties, isn't your eldest sister ****? What's so good about tea?

The visitor saw his doubts and said with a smile: "Mr. Song doesn't need to worry, our eldest sister is an acquaintance you know." As he spoke, he pointed to an extended white Xuande sedan downstairs.

Song Baojun sighed, as if he was thinking of something.

The other members of the Otaku Brotherhood followed out of the classroom and saw a man entangled with the military brother, and everyone looked at each other and gathered around.

"Brother Jun, what's the matter with this guy?" Tan Qingkai shouted as a fake tiger, rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was about to do something.

"It's nothing, my friend came to me for something. Let's go eat first. Song Baojun was speechless at Tan Qingkai's brainless words and deeds.

"Okay, Brother Jun, if anyone dares to touch your hair, just look for me, and I'll solve it!" Tan Qingkai slapped his chest vigorously, banging loudly, and his momentum was amazing, making it seem that he was the boss.

Long Ya kicked him lightly: "Fuck off, little red guy, you chirp crookedly all day long, do you think others don't know that you are a fool?" ”

The others laughed, Tan Qingkai didn't dare to provoke Long Ya, and followed the big army.

Tian Moshan smiled: "Mr. Su, please come with me." ”

Several students stood in front of the white extended version of the Bingchen Xuande car and watched, amazed and full of envy. The man fantasizes that he owns such a luxury car to pick up girls, and the female fantasizes that Gao Fu Shuai drives such a luxury car to pursue herself.

This car is even rarer than Liu Xiyue's Porsche, and the appearance is very luxurious. Someone couldn't help but stand by the window and take a photo with the car.

Tian Moshan and Song Baojun walked downstairs, and William Chen, who was in the second class, immediately stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Wait, don't stop me from taking pictures." If a frustrated man like you appears in the photo, my pretending behavior will fail, understand! ”

Tian Moshan and Song Baojun smiled and watched him sit in the front of the car with his face slightly sideways, looking into the distance. asked the classmates next to him to help take more than ten photos in a row, and said contentedly: "Okay, Song Baojun, it's your turn." ”

Tian Moshan opened the car door and asked Song Baojun to sit in the back seat. "I'm not very interested in taking selfies."

"You, you, you ......" William Chen opened his mouth and didn't say a word for a long time.

The cushions in the back seat of the car are soft, and there is a faint fragrance wafting from the cabin. On the cushion is a softcover copy of "The Call of the Wilderness", with the dog's head on the cover whistling at the moon.

Song Baojun saw that Tian Moshan didn't speak, and he was also very cautious to shut up. The man had another hideous scar on the back of his head, as if he had experienced something terrible.

The car drove out of the university town and drove for more than half an hour until it came to Furong Road, which is outside the third ring road.

Song Baojun hadn't practiced Qi Nourishing Kung Fu at home, so he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Tian, what is the origin of your eldest sister?" I'll go out with you as soon as class starts, and you can see it's getting dark. Do you go to a roadside stall to have a meal first, so as not to see your eldest sister hungry when you get there, I'm afraid it's not easy to talk. ”

Tian Moshan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, don't be impatient, I'll be here soon." ”

The car turned into an alley with a plane tree planted at the intersection and stopped in front of a villa. There are walls on all sides, and a large house is hidden among the greenery. Tian Moshan pressed the horn, and the iron door opened automatically.

There is a world of groves, meadows, promenades, flower beds, ponds and bungalows.

More than 10 locust trees, camphor trees, magnolias, and laurel trees are densely planted on more than 100 square meters of soil. At the top of the wall is a creeper, the leaves are yellow and lifeless, as if waiting for the arrival of winter. Most of the flowers on the west side are common household plants such as jasmine, nocturnal lily, lilac, and yueji.

A small pond draws water from the house, on which dozens of dark green water lily leaves are spread. There is also a Western-style pavilion next to it, with a small coffee table and four wooden chairs, and a swing under the camphor tree.

The house is a European-style villa, white and simple, with a leisurely artistic conception. The whole is like a small garden, and the so-called "don't dream of going to Xie's house, the corridor is bent and oblique" is nothing more than that.

Outside the pavilion, there were more than a dozen big men in shape, standing or sitting in twos and threes, all with fierce eyes and hideous expressions. When I suddenly saw such a group of people in a quiet and peaceful environment, I really felt like a fly had fallen into a good pot of soup.

The car stopped at the door, Tian Moshan invited Song Baojun, and a strong man walked over with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

The stout man wore a white stretch vest with a dazzling tiger head tattoo on his shoulder, tattered jeans and clogs underneath, and walked with a clatter.

"Brother Shan, who is this! Why did you come in in the eldest sister's car without making a report? The strong man put his hands in his pockets, slumped his shoulders, and asked, "Hey, boy, what's your name?" Where did it come from? ”

Tian Moshan frowned and said, "Broken Tooth, what are you making a fuss about?" This is a guest invited by the eldest sister. ”

The strong man has a missing canine tooth in his mouth, and he looks very funny when he speaks, so it is no wonder that he was nicknamed "broken tooth". He looked at Song Baojun back and forth, and said in a tone of disbelief: "The guest invited by the eldest sister? It doesn't look like it! ”

"Then how do you like a guest invited by the eldest sister?"

Broken Tooth said: "At least you have to be tall, handsome, and dashing." ”

"Those two words are pronounced as 'suave', Zhou Dang, Zhou Dang, Zhou Dang, after graduating from junior high school, he came out to mix on the streets, and he couldn't even speak. Alright, dodge. Tian Moshan coldly pushed Broken Tooth Ann aside, annoyed by his unscrupulous words.

Song Baojun's appearance is silly and short, and he has nothing to do with being chic and dignified. But can't you just say it in front of people, it's too rude!

Tian Moshan stretched out his hand to salute: "This is the tamping goods in the company that serves tea and water, and the rough man who has no mouth to hide, Mr. Song, don't be surprised." Inside, please! ”

Song Baojun nodded, raised his feet and entered the door, but saw that Tian Moshan did not follow.

Tian Moshan saw what he meant, and said with a smile: "The eldest sister is waiting inside, please take care of Mr. Song." ”

Passing through the warm-colored hallway, a small lamp is turning on in the living room. Needless to say, a woman with long hair and a shawl is lazily curled up in the sofa holding a book and flipping through it.

Hearing the footsteps, the woman glanced back at him, closed the book and whispered, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry to let you come here so late, please take a seat." He turned his head and shouted inside: "Ajia, serve tea." ”

It turned out to be this young woman who wanted to be a young woman in literature and art, but only had a third-rate level, Sister Yun Qing Niyun. A white dress with a necklace around her neck and flip-flops on her feet. The thin soles of the feet are white and tender, faintly revealing the texture of a few green tendons, and the toenails are coated with white nail polish. There is another charm in the laid-back casualness.

Song Baojun sat on the sofa and reached out to touch it, the touch was soft, natural, slippery, and delicate, just like touching a baby's face, and he felt that he had never had such an amazing and comfortable experience in his life. The mind was still guessing, and there was already a personality who answered his question.

Changing his comfortable posture, he raised Erlang's legs and said casually: "Sister Yun's home is really luxurious. This sofa is made of the softest fur of the Nepalese clouded leopard's belly, and a set is worth hundreds of thousands. ”

"Oh? It's true? Yun Qingni looked surprised: "You don't say that I really don't know, this sofa was left by my father, and I am only responsible for lying down and enjoying it." (To be continued.) )