In the hall of the new house, after eating, Yang Gui packed up the dishes and chopsticks and walked out.

After Yang Wenhua made tea, he picked up the stationery bag on the coffee table and opened it to see that it was all some things needed to go abroad.

Because I haven't seen it, I'm curious, in fact, it's just like that, a passport and visa, because of the invitation of others, the document processing is much easier.

"What do you mean by that expression?"

Seeing Xiangzi looking at Yang Gui's back as he walked out, gritting his teeth a little, Yang Wenhua couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, your family has such a big TV, your old man doesn't watch it, what do you mean by going to my house to watch that little TV?"

Yang Wenhua had a toothache, "How do I know what it means, maybe the old man likes to watch small TV, but not necessarily?" ”

"Is that a TV thing?"

Xiangzi shouted at Yang Wenhua, his voice a little embarrassed.

"What's the use of you shouting at me, let your wife drive him out, it's almost time, I'll leave first, Old Professor Song is still waiting for me."

Yang Wenhua found an excuse to sneak out of the room, got on the motorcycle and ran away, too lazy to take care of those things.

Yang Gui's health was better, and his mind began to come alive, and it was also possible that Yang Wenhua always asked him to find a wife, which caused trouble.

But it's not good for you to find anyone, even if you are looking for a young girl, Yang Wenhua is at most living his own life separately, out of sight and out of mind, but Yang Gui fell in love with Xiangzi's mother.

I don't know what Xiangzi's mother thinks, anyway, Yang Gui ran to watch TV every day, and I didn't see her object.

But Xiangzi couldn't stand it first, so he came to Yang Wenhua to make trouble, but what could Yang Wenhua say?

You can't say anything, just stay away.

Coming to the small clinic in the town and entering the research institute inside, Professor Song was looking up at the words on the wall and was stunned, or he was already a little obsessed.

Learn and learn, not to say, a few square characters below, nominate Li Gang, and then the following date is the third day of the fifth month of the first year of Zhenguan, and a row of small characters below, this bully shape of ancient jade can be worth a hundred taels of gold.

This is the writing format requested by Yang Wenhua, after paying a billion texts, he got a thousand pieces of various jade calligraphy and paintings, and by the way, there are also a thousand appraisal documents.

Regardless of whether the jade calligraphy and painting are true or false, just the 1,000 appraisal documents, Yang Wenhua feels that it is worth the money of the old nose.

You know, this is a group of people who have written calligraphy for decades, and even if you write it casually, it's excellent.

What's more, when encountering this kind of thing, no one will write it casually, a billion words in exchange, it must be passed on to the world, write it casually, wouldn't you lose your face for hundreds or thousands of years?

"Xiao Yang is here."

"Alas, here, don't worry, you can watch for a while."

"What do you see, it's also in vain, the old man has practiced calligraphy all his life, but compared with this character, it's just a difference between cloud and mud, can't you really tell me who this Li Gang is?"

Yang Wenhua doesn't know calligraphy, so naturally he can't understand how big the gap between the two is.

But thinking about Professor Song's lifelong practice, he has only found time to practice for fifty or sixty years, and Li Gang has been using life skills for seventy or eighty years, isn't it normal to have a gap?

"I said that when I went to the south, I bought it by accident, that is, something that costs dozens of yuan, if you like to give it to you, you insist that I find out the author for you, isn't it embarrassing?"

The old man always asked Li Gang relentlessly, Yang Wenhua was a little impatient, fortunately he only hung one word here, if he hung a few more, then he would have to do it?

"You don't need to send it, such a precious thing, the old man doesn't dare to be cheeky to accept it, he can take it down from time to time and copy it, and the old man will be content." Professor Song said with a sigh.

"Then you are free, let's set off if there is nothing to do, after all, going out has always been a matter of rushing early rather than late."

There were only three people who went together, except for Yang Wenhua and Professor Song, who were Professor Song's daughters, who went over together as assistants and translators.

When Professor Song's daughter drove and left the town, Yang Wenhua asked with some surprise, "When was the bridge built here?" ”

"Hehe, you have a good mayor, every time someone comes to buy Yuanqi soup, your mayor takes care of him before and after the saddle, and then he starts crying and crying miserably.

Every time I can always receive more or less donations, although the number is uncertain, but I can't stand it every day, isn't the money enough to repair the bridge?

See that big stone tablet? ”

Following the direction pointed by Professor Song, Yang Wenhua saw a stone tablet five or six meters high and three or four meters wide standing at the head of the bridge.

After Yang Wenhua nodded, Professor Song continued to explain: "It not only wrote the donor, but also wrote the specific amount of money.

I don't know how much it will cost, but your mayor is already planning to build a six-lane road that will connect to the highway. ”

Yang Wenhua was amazed when he heard it, isn't Nima tantamount to blackmail in disguise?

However, I also admire it in my heart, and there are not many people who can give up their faces for the development of the township.

"I can't imagine that I usually wilt an old man, and I still have this ability?"

"It's not the old mayor, it's the mayor of the town, that is, the person who others call him Brother Long, that person is a talent, I heard that the above has long planned to mention him, but he has never been willing.

This time, the old mayor is about to retire, and I heard that the above wants him to add to the burden, but considering that he is a local hukou and cannot be directly promoted to the mayor, he plans to vacate the position of mayor. ”

Yang Wenhua felt a little incredible, and at the same time, he was also curious about Brother Long's identity, so that the above could consider him so much?

"A turnip and a pit, it's a bit hateful."

"It's not a big problem for a town like yours, just add the position of deputy mayor, and treat the specific work on a case-by-case basis."

After listening to Professor Song's words, Yang Wenhua had some calculations in his heart, thinking about whether he needed to contribute some money and find a way to push Brother Long.

Although I don't know much about Brother Long's background, Brother Long alone is still a good person, not only can he shake the scene, but he usually takes care of everyone.

If there is a familiar person in the official face, even if you don't ask for anything, it will always be a lot more convenient, and you can discuss and do anything.

After a few hours of flight, we arrived at the international airport, where we could reach our destination after another thirteen hours of flight.

Everything has Professor Song's daughter running before and after, for Yang Wenhua, who is on a plane for the first time, he just needs to be obedient.