Chapter 70: Feng Shui Bureau
Su Qiang finally understood the sentence of the director of political education, "Master Ge's shelf is a bit big", how big it is, bigger than the governor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć At the same time, Su Qiang also regretted it a little, this monk has such a big shelf, but he still let people greet him, wouldn't it be that he went on the pole to tie up a monk? The harm outweighs the good.
The Hongqi car stopped in front of the school leaders, and then the co-pilot's door opened, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes got down: "Which is the principal?" I am Master Ge's agent. ā
Su Qiang hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands with him: "Hello, where is Master Ge?" My name is Su Qiang and I am the Executive Vice Principal of Zhixing Middle School. ā
The young man's face changed: "What about your principal?" Vice-Chancellor in the lead? What do you mean? ā
Su Qiang held back a breath of fire in his heart, and said in his heart that you don't know what to do, but he still suppressed his anger and said: "Our principal is only an honorary president, an old professor in a university in the province, and he never shows up. I'm the Vice Chancellor, but I'm the Executive Vice Chancellor. ā
The young man's face looked a little better, and then he glanced at the curious school leaders with a proud face, and said, "Vice President Su, then please introduce everyone to me in turn." ā
Su Qiang almost broke out, I'm fucking your grandma, it's shameless, right? Do you want me to introduce them in turn?
Seeing that Su Qiang couldn't bear it, the director of the Political and Educational Office hurriedly came up to persuade him: "Hehe, hello, I am Liu Ming, the director of the Political and Educational Office, come, this comrade, let me introduce you to you." ā
The young man nodded and said in a deep voice, "I am not your comrade, the poor monk is just a monk." ā
As soon as these words came out, everyone present couldn't help but snicker, this calf is pretended, I give ten points.
Su Qiang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, holding a pair of hands behind his back, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
The director of political education was choked up, and said patiently: "It's my fault, master, this is ......"
Liu Ming hurriedly helped him introduce him, this sentence of the master, immediately made the young man turn from anger to joy, Liu Ming introduced one, and he smiled and shook hands with the introduced.
After walking around, the "master" said with a calm face: "It seems that there is one less school leader, right?" It's already very face-saving for Master Ge to come, but you didn't welcome everyone? The dean of academic affairs and the dean of political education are all together, but what about the dean of education? ā
At this moment, everyone really couldn't help it, they were crazy and didn't know what they were, damn, shameless.
They all said, "What do you mean?" ā
"Isn't that fun? I've never seen anyone with such a big shelf. ā
"What a master, it's boring."
"Director Zhang is injured, why do you want to come out to greet you, we can already give you face when we come, and we still want to make inches."
"Who do you think you are, a wild monk, what are you pretending?"
"If it weren't for the good national policy, you bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods would be the targets of the attack. Now that I have money, the shelf has been given back, and I am shameless to give it to my face. ā
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Although everyone was talking, their voices were very low, and they were whispering. Although the 'master' knew that what everyone said was not good, he couldn't hear a word clearly.
At this time, the driver of the Hongqi sedan opened the door, hurriedly ran to the back seat, and opened the door. One hand was placed on top of the door, and the other hand made a please.
A foot wearing old bei Jingbu shoes stepped down, and everyone looked at that foot silently, and their pupils shrank. My good man, how rich does this person have to be?
This turned out to be handmade, wool woven thick sole old bei Jing cloth shoes. There are also three thumbnail-sized characters on the back of the writing - Lao, Bei, and Jing.
Those three trademark-like words turned out to be pure gold!
Then there is the other foot, which also has the trademark of pure gold on the instep. Then, a short and fat old monk wearing a gray robe walked down, looked around at everyone with a smile, and said hello with his hands folded: "Poor monk Ge Hui, all the donors are polite." ā
A group of people returned the salute one after another: "The master is polite." ā
Slandered in his heart, really hypocritical, and even called himself a poor monk? If you are poor, I'm afraid there are no rich people in Jiangbei, right? The string of agarwood Buddha beads on his hand can buy President Su's Mercedes-Benz M-class.
Su Qiang saw that the people had already come, and he was angry, so he didn't have the heart to dwell on those anymore, and stepped forward to make a Buddhist salute: "Hello Master Ge, I am Su Qiang, the vice principal of Zhixing Middle School, hehe, the master has a rich and noble face, and it is actually nine points similar to the Maitreya Buddha statue I have seen." I, a layman who doesn't have a wisdom root, can see that the master is extraordinary, which shows how ...... Master Ge is Uh, extraordinary. ā
Master Ge hurriedly said: "The donor doesn't dare to say this, the poor monk is just a monk, how dare he compare with the patriarch Maitreya?" ā
Su Qiang didn't know how to be polite with the monks, so he simply made an invitation: "Please also ask the master to talk while walking." ā
Master Ge smiled: "It's easy to say, Lord Su Shi, please." ā
"Master Ge, please."
The two walked into Zhixing Middle School, followed by a group of school leaders, and one of them looked back and was startled. But I saw that in the red flag car, four beauties came down, each carrying a large bag and a small bag, silently walking behind, one more beautiful than the other. Look at that temperament, let alone graduate school.
This Master Ge is too powerful, a monk came out to do things, and he could have so many followers. Men don't want it, it's all beautiful women. Everyone is a little moved, or they will become a monk themselves.
Sha Qunhui looked straight at both eyes, and the four beauties followed behind him, so beautiful that he couldn't help but accost: "Beauties, you ......"
"The donor Hugh wants to talk nonsense, the poor nun is just a monk, how can he talk about beauty and ugliness?"
Sha Qunhui touched his nose, and asked movingly: "Female master, I see that you have a good temperament, you should have graduated from college, right?" ā
"Poor Ni walked out of Fudan last year and is a graduate student."
Sha Qun will widen his eyes, a graduate student in Fudan? Became a nun?
"This ......"
He wanted to say, you came out of Fudan and have a bright future, why do you want to become a monk? But he didn't say anything, but instead asked, "Do you have a salary?" Or do you work for nothing? ā
"One hundred thousand."
Sha Qunhui thought for a while and sighed: "The annual salary is really high. It's pretty much the same as me. ā
"It's January."
'Poof......'
Sha Qunhui didn't dare to talk to him anymore, no wonder he had to become a nun after graduating from Fudan, if he was himself, he would have to go.
As soon as he entered the school gate, Master Ge stopped, looked at the statue of Confucius in front of him with a heavy face, which was not in a proper position and was not aimed at the main entrance, and asked solemnly: "Who put this?" ā
Su Qiang wondered, "Is there any problem?" This is the director of our school. ā
"Dean of Studies?"
Master Ge frowned, secretly saying that he was thinking too much, and said with a smile: "Replace this with a gilded Buddha statue, the effect is better." ā
Su Qiang didn't speak with a cold face, and secretly said in his heart, I don't know what to say, there is a Buddha statue in the school, do you have a bag in your head or a bag in my head? Doctrine is being preached in schools.
After taking two more steps, Master Ge stopped on the playground again, and suddenly gasped. Just now he saw that Confucius seemed to have swallowed purple qi, and he thought it was an illusion. But when he looked at the environment of the school, he found that near the toilet in the distance, there was also a sign of swallowing purple gas.
Whoever says that this is an illusion, Master Ge is going to beat someone.
He said to himself with some trepidation, who wrote this? The north and the south intersect, swallowing purple qi together, and the square inch of land turned out to be a crisscross feng shui bureau?
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