The surging rivers and rivers of the ocean, pouring for thousands of miles, slowed down the hurried pace on the fertile soil of Gujiao Town, stayed in a roundabout way, and alluvial the open plains on both sides of the bank in the years. The mountains that stretch from southeast to northwest are rich in all kinds of rare non-ferrous metals, and the vegetation is sparse, like a bronze screen standing on the shore, which is a copper mountain. On sunny days, the mountains shimmer like gold.

Do not waste the eternal flow of the river, it is for the ancient river.

Gujiao Town is located on the shore of the ancient river, the sun of the copper mountain.

Over the years, in order to ensure that housing prices have risen steadily, the deeper source of the investigation is that the local officials have sought to attributed the land finance to the local government has been increasing, and the Kona County and Gujiao Township governments have been constantly relocated.

First from the old town center, abruptly moved to the eastern wasteland; Within a few years, he unexpectedly jumped into the wilderness to the west; Under the tenure of Yang Long's father, Yang Guangrui, the town government was once again relocated to the saline-alkali land in the north.

The freshly erected town government building was surrounded by broken bricks, rotten iron, steel bars, scaffolding, and the asphalt had not yet been paved on the road and was smoking. The masons who threw off their arms and worked hard were fighting for survival in the June heat, or sweating like rain to contribute to the construction of the motherland.

On this scorching morning, Yang Guangrui, an important member of the town government, sent Secretary Jiang away with a smile, and did not sit back in the chair to take a nap as usual, but paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back. His steps were a little erratic, his body was a little swaying, and he had the style of walking in the clouds.

There is no way, every day is ushered in, and more than a dozen tables must be fought that day, and the old wine is in the stomach, and the people who drink a lot of alcohol can't stand it.

If you don't drink it, you can't do it, you welcome the leader and send it to your henchmen, what kind of face you meet is like a knife stamped over the red glow of all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, drink less, people give him small shoes afterwards or a trivial matter, turn his face on the spot and let him, the master in charge of the livelihood of millions of people, deal with himself?

My own henchmen have drunk three respects and one, and if they don't drink a little, it will chill the hearts of their brothers.

At this time, Master Yang would always sigh that a small group of elites among the small group of Confucian scholars and a small group of imperial historians would go to Beijing with a coffin. Just think of his ancestor's ancestor, Yang Rui, the ancestor of his ancestor, was cut off by the Empress Dowager of the West, and the blood was in vain.

Because there was something in his heart, because it was about his precious son, Master Yang was upset for no reason. Although the cold air gushing from the central air conditioner is constant at a suitable 22 degrees, cool and not clear, his forehead is still full of fine beads of sweat, and he doesn't know if it is because of the wine or his son's early love.

The intellectual and elegant female head of the office of the organ gently pushed the door and handed over a copy of the materials that Master Yang needed most at the moment. She glanced delicately from head to toe at Master Yang's gray hair, bulging belly, shiny black leather shoes, and an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth.

Master Yang was able to stay in this position, of course, he instantly understood the deep meaning of the female room chief's smile, as a leader, this kind of sign of subordinates must be suppressed, not explained.

Master Yang suddenly strode to the chair and sat down, only then did he take the materials handed over by the female head of the room, and did not open it, but suddenly frowned, and his voice was stern: "Mei Xi, what happened yesterday?" ”

"What's going on?"

Mei Xi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes were full of tears, and she said aggrievedly: "Which stinky girl kicked off her sandals at the dinner table and stretched out her bare feet to her husband's pants, Master Yang, can uncle endure this matter and aunt can't bear it!" ”

"You can't just splash wine on the dinner table, pouring wine is a trivial matter, and then you forget it, and ordinary people won't take it to heart. But you shouldn't slap other celebrities in public and dig out their faces! ”

After Master Yang's crackling training, he hit the arrogance of his female subordinates, his face softened, and he said carefully: "Mei, you are also the person I promoted, you should pay attention to your daily actions, which celebrities may have some unexpected connections; The pain of people is difficult to get rid of......"

"What am I afraid of, which shameless stinky bitch am I afraid of!"

"You're still young! Now, there are already rumors that you flew to Hong Kong to Europe, butt plastic surgery to do pouting, breast augmentation and ovarian maintenance, embezzlement of millions of public funds. ”

Master Yang hated that iron could not be made of steel, sighed, sighed and shook the mountains, and sighed that the head of the female room was pale and shaky.

The woman had to bang and beat from time to time, and if she didn't beat for three days, she went to the house to uncover the tiles.

Old Man Yang's irritable heart was soothed a little, and a smug smile appeared on his face, and then he opened the file and saw a photo.

A young girl smiled shallowly in the photo, and her youthful cheeks climbed into a shallow flush, just like "a touch of early red climbed into a green peach", and the whole face was light and delicate.

This made Master Yang very satisfied, and as he continued to look down, Master Yang's brows furrowed.

The girl Shufu, her father's little clerk, has no rights and no funds; Mother is unemployed......

How does this work? His son of Master Yang is destined to surpass his lord in the future, not to mention the daughter of a high-ranking official, not to mention the famous show.

He suffered a loss in this regard, he would never let his son go back to the old path, this is a humane society, the little kid doesn't understand the importance of his disciple at all, and he can be mixed up with his ability. Master Yang thought.

Mei Xi had already regained her calm look, and walked to the simple and elegant tea set made of red sandalwood boxwood with hollow openwork carving technology, and brewed a pot of jade stamen golden buds of starry sky good tea that set the essence of ten famous teas.

"The rabbit is fragrant and white, and the thin waves in the soup are paved."

Mei Xi, who carefully brewed peerless tea, occasionally glanced out the window. Outside the window is a hot construction site, and there are many dilapidated old houses that are waiting to be demolished and refused to be demolished.

Over the years, she has lived a good life, because she can always get the conclusive news of the government's relocation in advance, and she can buy a large number of houses from the surrounding old farmers in advance at the price of Chinese cabbage, and make a lot of money.

She never felt that there was anything wrong with her doing this, and the people didn't think there was anything wrong with her doing this, anyway, in the end, "thousands of miles of palace turned into soil".

"That stinky girl hooks up with other people's husbands and makes sense, and she still wants to make waves."

Mei Xi thought about it hatefully, and in a blink of an eye, she smiled, turned around, took a step, handed the tea to Yang Guangyue, who was reading the file with all her heart, and said in a graceful voice: "Master, when the work is done, the body is important." ”

Mei Xi watched Yang Guangrui take a big sip of peerless tea, put the cup down, and then pinched his powder fist and gently hammered Master Yang's slightly bowed back. Her words and her fist seemed to have infinite magic, and Master Yang began to raise his mouth like this, his eyes were still staring, and he slowly let out a slight snoring sound.

On the wall behind him, there is a famous handwriting:

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages are ......

Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic......