Chapter 20 I Don't Know What Lingers in My Arms Part 2

"Zhuangshan Luoguan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 Info Huh? Is this a Taoist temple? It's been a few years. Zhuang Weiqiang's words made everyone laugh violently.

The words on the plaque are in traditional Chinese, according to the habits of the ancients, they should be read from right to left, and Zhuang Weiqiang read it backwards. He knew two traditional Chinese characters, but they belonged to half a bottle of vinegar. He recognized the traditional Chinese characters of the view, but the traditional Chinese characters of Kemeng were a bit like baskets, and he was wrong.

A middle-aged man in a robe walked out of the side door, with an elegant and noble demeanor, and said with a smile: "The distinguished guests have arrived, and they are not welcome." Xiahou Gongzi is a frequent visitor, and I also know Lord Shang, these people are still very good. ”

The Vajra Demon Descending Stick in Xiahou Ming's hand was no longer hidden, as if it was not on his body. His face was full of pride, and he introduced everyone in a loud voice: "This Mr. Jiuzun is the owner of Dream Viewing Villa. This is ......"

He introduced several distinguished guests in turn, and then it was Yuan Qidong's turn. However, he is no longer called Brother Long, but renamed Mr. Zhou. Yuan Qidong was not surprised, he just thought it was funny.

Zhuang Weiqiang was not alienated from Yuan Qidong because Xiahou Ming neglected Yuan Qidong, but followed him more closely. It seems that his worship of Zhou Xiaolong is already like the Yellow River of Mount Tai, and he can't be shaken easily.

Mr. Jiuzun was very thoughtful, greeting all the VIPs one by one, warm and moderate, not making people feel a trace of disgust.

Zhuang Weiqiang was not qualified to be introduced by Xiahou Ming, but Mr. Jiuzun was not slacking off, and pointed at him with a smile: "This gentleman is very fond of joking, and he has changed my Dream Viewing Villa to a Taoist temple." Hahahaha. ”

Zhuang Weiqiang didn't blush, he said very seriously: "You are obviously a Taoist temple, aren't you also wearing Taoist robes, the original Liu Banxian in our village is also wearing this clothes." Alas, it's a pity that when he went out to tell his fortune, he was bitten to death by a dog. ”

Mr. Jiuzun's elegant and delicate face twitched, and he coughed again, and was about to explain the difference between a robe and a robe, when Xiahou Ming answered: "That, Squad Leader Zhuang." You're a layman, not like that, you see, Dream Villa. That's how it was pronounced. Traditional Chinese characters are read from right to left. ”

Zhuang Weiqiang blinked his eyes: "Really? Yes, not a Taoist temple? It's a shame. It's a shame. I think it's good to be a Taoist temple, they say that now the old Taoist monks can make money, and now the officials who do business are superstitious, and they go to the Taoist temple and the temple every day to donate money. It's hundreds of thousands of incense burns. ”

Xiahou Ming was a little messy by him, thinking to himself how could Xiaolong make friends with such a rough person this week, it seems that the level is not high, I don't know what Miss Liu likes about him.

"Squad leader Zhuang. Don't give other people Mr. Jiuzun any ideas, Mr. is a master of the world, how can he mess with your nonsense. ”

Zhuang Weiqiang felt that his idea was very good, why was it a mess. It's a pity that such a big house is empty, even if you don't open a Taoist temple, you can open an inn and hotel. Where is this gentleman who is a master in the world, he is clearly a lazy worm.

"This wine, wine glass brother, you ......"

Xiahou Mingle almost fell to the ground: "Ahem, cough, Mr. Jiuzun is the number given to him by others, and the literati who read have to give themselves a number, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, what a wine glass." ”

Zhuang Weiqiang didn't mind Xiahou Ming's snatching of white: "It's the same, it's the same, I know these rules." This wine glass is a wine bottle, Li Bai has said, is there a thousand cups of wine for a confidant. I'm not right. He turned his head and asked Mr. Jiuzun.

Jiuzun didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, his brain was searching for a lot, what about this sentence in Li Bai's poem? Oh, look at my head, I can't remember such a famous sentence, let the country man see the joke.

Yuan Qidong said: "Li Bai also said, don't speculate for more than half a sentence. Let's go. ”

Zhuang Weiqiang followed, and suggested to Jiuzun as he walked: "I said wine glass, oh, by the way, you don't call it a wine glass, you call it a wine cup?" No, no, forget it, I'll still call you the old bar, so kind. Old wine, you should really try a Taoist temple here. It's a lucrative deal. Let me tell you, brother, I know a lot of masters, when the time comes, let's do it together, even the name I have come up with, it's called Zhuangshan Mengguan, even the plaque doesn't need to be changed, if you have to read it from right to left, we can break the plaque and turn the words upside down. I'll tell you, I'll ask for ...... when the time comes."

Mr. Jiuzun slapped his thigh: "Mr. Zhuang, you are mistaken. A thousand cups of wine for a confidant is a sentence in Ouyang Xiu's "Spring West Lake Sending Thanksgiving to Cao Yun" in the Song Dynasty. He wiped the sweat from his head and finally remembered. I almost went through all of Li Bai's poems, and I was tired.

Zhuang Weiqiang blinked his eyes: "You can hear this." You see, everyone didn't understand this ambush I fought, but you understood the old wine, which is great and knowledgeable. I'm willing to make friends with learned people like you. In this way, let's talk about your Taoist temple again. We can use the method of buying shares to attract people, and we don't hide it from my brother, you said, my brother is now the director of Dianshi Company, and I tell you......"

Mr. Jiuzun wiped his sweat, took two steps forward, bypassed Zhuang Weiqiang's harassment, and led Xiahou Ming inside.

It was the first time for him to receive a character like Zhuang Weiqiang, and he really felt powerless, his heart was messy, his mind was messy, and his whole body was messy.

Zhuang Weiqiang fell in love with this polite wine glass, and followed with a smile. "I said, old wine. My idea: If you don't want to, we can discuss something else. I am a person who loves literature, and I have studied this qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

"Knives and forks? What knife is bad? Let's learn from each other. ”

"There are also people who read this, but they don't understand when I say this, so I have to read it as a knife and fork to highlight the breath of life more. I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. Which university did you graduate from? ”

"Department of Chinese, Peking University."

Zhuang Weiqiang was excited: "What? Department of Chinese, Peking University? Ah. We're almost alumni, so I'll be your brother. Brother. At that time, my fifth choice was also applied to the Chinese Department of Peking University, which was a pity. ”

Everyone was stunned. Secretary Ma Rongma asked curiously: "Where did the first four volunteers report?" ”

This is really a cow, and everyone in the Chinese Department of Peking University has filled in the fifth choice.

"Of course, it's also the Chinese Department of Peking University. All my volunteers are from the Department of Chinese at Peking University. At that time, our principal received me and said that I was the greatest student since the founding of the school. He didn't think anyone would surpass me for a hundred years. ”

Yuan Qidong was also surprised: "This is a very high evaluation of you." Xiaoqiang, I really didn't see it, you were still so dominant back then. ”

Zhuang Weiqiang replied regretfully: "Isn't it, many little girls chased me back then, just because I studied well." Alas, it's a pity, I didn't know how to cherish it at the time, and I missed it. However, it also had a great impact on me, otherwise I would not have been admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University because of a point short. ”

The crowd was in awe. This is a person who has the courage to challenge and work hard in pursuit of his goals. Breaking the cauldron and sinking the ship, although defeated, is still glorious is used to describe him.

"What was the admission line that year?"

"Sixty-Nine-One"

"How many points did you get?"

"I took the six-nine test, and I was one point short."

After listening to it, everyone really couldn't help it, some of them were already angry, and some were holding the tree. Xiahou Ming's stomach trembled, as if he was boiling a pot.

Yuan Qidong's tears came out: "It seems that you are a little biased." "This math should also be supplemented, and it is estimated that it will have to be made up from primary school.

Zhuang Weiqiang slapped his thigh: "Brother Long, you can see it." Isn't it, that's what my mom said. I regret it, in fact, I am lame in Chinese, and I am good at math. Later, I simply stopped studying and became an accountant in the village. I'll tell you, I've got a good level of accounting, and I haven't missed it for so many years. ”

Shang Wanhua: "Your village chief really dares to use people." ”

Zhuang Weiqiang was very proud: "That's." I'm one point short of the Chinese Department of Peking University, so I don't need to use anyone. I feel like I'm succumbing. I'm working on it now, and I've already typed more than 20 million words of draft, and I'm thinking about the end, so I'll start writing when I get back, and when the time comes, I'll be sure to be an instant hit, and I'll shoot Shakespeare and Gorky directly on the beach. The Nobel Prize is too much of a piece of cake for me, and I try to use it to paste the wall. ”

Everyone laughed and lacked oxygen, and the two female secretaries who followed were really not good, so they ran to the grass to change the pads. But just laughing and moving forward, the pace was much easier. It seems that this Zhuang Weiqiang is not useless, at least the people who adjust the atmosphere are first-class.

As he was walking, a young man hurried over from behind and handed Shang Wanhua a note.

The people around him habitually moved away from each other, knowing that this guy was a secret. If you accidentally know something, you will be isolated for ten or eight years in vain, and there will be no place to reason.