At a quarter past ten, the bell rang in the school, and the first person who couldn't bear it was Su Qiang. He was beaten today, his teeth were gone, his face was swollen, he was angry and worked all day, and he couldn't bear the iron beating.

The comrades cheered and left for work. Not to mention, I couldn't walk after a busy day, and when I got off work suddenly, the feeling of pleasure that came out of my heart made Zhang Jue can't help but smile.

"Principal Su, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Zhang Jue entered the vice principal's office and found Su Qiang, who was cleaning up the papers.

"Oh? Is it Director Zhang? Sit down, you can just say something. ”

Su Qiang took a sip of tea from the enamel jar and said a little tiredly.

Zhang Jue thought for a while and said, "That's the case, I want Principal Su to apply to the leader for a bronze statue of Confucius and place this statue of Confucius at the gate of the school." In this way, there is also a bit of a bookish atmosphere. Our school is big, and the plastic runway and grass playground are indeed luxurious, but they seem a little empty, which does not conform to the essence of the school's name "Zhixing". ”

Su Qiang was stunned, but he really didn't expect Zhang Jue to come to him, just to say this? Statue of Confucius? Indeed, many schools will place a statue of Confucius at the school gate, which was planned when building the school, which is a trivial matter. But Su Qiang was puzzled that Zhang Jue's identity was specifically looking for him, just to say this?

I vaguely felt that Zhang Jue's matter was not as simple as it seemed, but Su Qiang couldn't ask clearly, so he could only say:

"Our Zhixing Middle School pursues Wang Shouren's mental learning, the unity of knowledge and action. In fact, it is still a bit different from the concept of Confucianism, wouldn't it be more appropriate to put the bronze statue of Wang Shouren at the school gate? ”

Zhang Jue said with a smile: "President Su is very good, the unity of knowledge and action contains all things, and its main idea is to learn more and do more, and theory and practice coexist." We just want to absorb the strengths of thousands of families to make up for our own shortcomings. Putting a statue of Confucius can also encourage students to respect teachers, which does not conflict with the unity of knowledge and action. ”

Su Qiang was stunned when he heard this, and gave up, he couldn't get out of Zhang Jue's mouth, don't look at him young, when he talks about clichés, it can really be regarded as talking. Obviously, Su Qiang still doesn't believe that the reason why Zhang Jue applied for a statue of Confucius is so simple, and he doesn't believe that Zhang Jue specifically found him, it was really just for this matter.

But since he can't ask, Su Qiang doesn't plan to break the casserole, the avenue is one of them, even if he has any purpose, he will know it in the future.

"Well, then I'll implement this matter for you tomorrow, and you don't need to apply to the leader. It just so happened that there was a statue of Confucius in the storeroom of the No. 1 High School I used to take, which was cast in brass when the school was founded, and finally there was no place to put it, so it was placed in the storeroom. If you are idle, you will be idle, so let's move to Zhixing Middle School. ”

Zhang Jue's eyes were happy: "Then thank you Principal Su, it's not too early, I'm leaving." Principal Su should pay attention to safety on the road. ”

"Go ahead."

Zhang Jue left, Su Qiang's brows twisted into pimples, and he became more and more confused. Was his purpose really just a statue of Confucius? I clearly saw the joy in his eyes just now, it's just a bronze statue, is Zhang Jue so solemn? Could it be that he is a loyal fan of Confucius, and he is everywhere?

Shaking his head and dispelling the thoughts in his heart, Su Qiang stretched his waist and stood up, and was ready to leave. Since the morning, Su Qiang has decided on a plan to get along with Zhang Jue, and his requirements, as long as they are not excessive, will try his best to implement them. Well water does not interfere with river water.

"Secretary Li, I'm really sorry for waiting for a long time."

Zhang Jue opened the car door and kept apologizing.

Li Ding smiled: "Don't be polite, it should be, we as secretaries originally wanted to share the worries of the leaders." ”

"I'm not a leader."

"Tsk, school leaders."

"Haha."

Zhang Jue laughed, but suddenly said: "If you don't go back first, can Secretary Li go to the bank to withdraw some money, lend me some, and pay you back after a while." ”

"What is it to borrow or not? How much? ”

"I don't know the exact number, let's take 50,000 first."

When Secretary Li heard this, his brows jumped a little distressedly, and he smiled forcefully: "Cheng." ”

Coming out of the bank, Secretary Li threw a wad of money into Zhang Jue's arms, and drove to Haihua Real Estate without saying anything.

Zhang Jue put the money in the storage space for drinks in the car, and said softly: "Don't be busy going back first, Secretary Li, go to the altar of worshippers." ”

"Worship the altar? What are you doing there so late? Secretary Li was really puzzled.

The altar is a scenic spot in the center of the city, according to legend, this is the place where the emperor worshiped the general in ancient times, and there is still a stone sculpture with a history of hundreds of thousands of years, but there is no record of who the general who was worshiped by the emperor. Nowadays, the Baijiang Altar has become a scenic area with no entrance fees, and you can go anywhere except for the stone carvings, similar to a park.

And the most distinctive thing is that the people who sell antiques and calligraphy and paintings in the north of the Yangtze River basically set up shops and stalls here. Therefore, today's worship altar is basically a street in Jiangbei.

When the Audi A8 driven by Secretary Li arrived at the Baijiang Altar, there were no more people on the streets, and the shops on both sides of the road were closed. At this time, Zhang Jue pushed the car door and walked down.

"Hey, Zhang Jue, what are you going to do? Are you running to this place where birds don't so late? ”

Secretary Li hurriedly chased him out.

Zhang Jue smiled: "I have to buy two utensils, I'm in a bit of a hurry, Secretary Li, you wait in the car." ”

Secretary Li naturally refused to wait in the car, looked at the bright moon hanging above his head, and said, "At this point in time, how can there be any shops open?" ”

Zhang Jue pointed to a black light in front of him, and hung a 'Zhen Bao Zhai' signboard on the façade, and said: "That shop pù should use its own house, along the road is the façade, upstairs is the living room. So there's still a way to get him to open the door. ”

Secretary Li was speechless for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and followed Zhang Jue over.

'Bang la la'

In the quiet of the night street, a screeching sound sounded.

But it was Zhang Jue who pushed the roller shutter of Zhenbao Zhai hard: "Is there anyone?" Did the boss sleep? ”

"Whoa."

Zhang Jue pushed again.

Secretary Li was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to come here, it's so late, it's ...... disturbed."

"Who? Which bastard pushed my door? Get out of here, call the police, noisy and noisy your uncle, and don't let people sleep. ”

A manic voice came from upstairs, Zhang Jue and the others looked up, but saw a white-haired head wearing reading glasses sticking out of the window on the second floor, and the body was still wrapped in a quilt.

Zhang Jue smiled disapprovingly, and said loudly: "Your old man has come to business, tsk, people sit at home, blessings fall from the sky, and you can have business when you sleep." ”

The old man was stunned, glanced at Zhang Jue deeply, and didn't see any clues. looked at Secretary Li, who was dressed appropriately and dressed in an expensive suit next to him, and then he believed that Zhang Jue was not here to have fun, I was afraid that he really came to business.

"Wait."

After a while, the lights turned on in Zhenbao Zhai, and then an old man in an autumn coat and pants opened the roller shutter and invited the two in:

"What's the business? If it's less than a hundred, then I won't have time to talk to you. The old man poured a cup of tea for the two of them, and although he said it with a big grin, there was a nervous look in his eyes. >