Chapter 45 [Invitation of the Mysterious President]

The man outside the iron gate, wearing a black suit, the leather shoes under his feet were shiny, about twenty-four or five years old, his head looked extremely energetic, his voice was very loud, and his words and deeds revealed the smell of a soldier, although he was knocking on the door, his whole body was as tall as a javelin, and he knew at a glance that he was a person who had received strict training.

Jiang Xiaofan stepped on a pair of slippers, walked slowly to the iron gate, looked the man up and down, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man stopped knocking on the door and asked with a smile, "Presumably you are Mr. Jiang Xiaofanjiang, right?" ”

"Well, it's me, what's the matter?"

Jiang Xiaofan didn't open the door either, just looked at this man with a kind face through the door.

"That's right, our president wants to invite Mr. Jiang to have morning tea, so he specially sent me to invite you."

The young man was very good at handling things, and he was very polite when he spoke, he owed a slight debt to Jiang Xiaofan, and he always had a pleasant smile on his face, and he didn't drag his words to the water, and directly pointed out the intention.

"President?"

Jiang Xiaofan frowned slightly, how did he know any president, ** the eldest brother knew one, but no matter how you look at it, the young man in front of him who was dressed in military style did not look like Zhang Hao's subordinates.

Could it be the person sent by Wang Yuantu?

Jiang Xiaofan secretly guessed that being able to be called the president means that this person is very rich, but there are only two or three rich people he knows, if it is not Zhang Hao, most of them are Wang Yuantu.

"Mr. Jiang is not more suspicious, our president said that he is an acquaintance with you, and you will know it as soon as you go."

Maybe it was because Jiang Xiaofan was silent and didn't speak, and the young man explained with a smile.

Jiang Xiaofan glanced at the young man again, and the young man's gaze did not dodge, and he looked at Jiang Xiaofan with a sincere face.

After a while, Jiang Xiaofan spoke: "Okay, you wait, I'll change my shoes." ”

After speaking, Jiang Xiaofan turned around and walked slowly towards the villa.

In the dining room, Xiaoqian was preparing a hearty breakfast such as milk and eggs, and she couldn't help but smile sweetly when she saw Jiang Xiaofan enter the door: "Are you back?" Who was that guy just now? ”

"I don't know." Jiang Xiaofan shook his head, after he stood at the door and changed his shoes, he said to Xiaoqian: "I have something to go out." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Xiao Qian to respond, she walked out of the villa directly, Xiao Qian glanced at Jiang Xiaofan's back, and then looked at the breakfast just prepared in front of her, and sighed helplessly.

Fleeting......

The morning breeze blew slightly, the weeds in the courtyard were rustled, the iron gate slowly opened, and in the "creaking" sound, Jiang Xiaofan, who was disrupted by the morning breeze, walked out on the weeds all over the ground.

"Let's go."

Jiang Xiaofan said lightly to the young man at the door.

The young man owed a slight debt to Jiang Xiaofan, and after making a gesture of invitation to Jiang Xiaofan, he turned around and led the way in front.

After walking out of the green shade fork, a black Audi A8 quietly parked on the side of the road, with a soft "snap", the young man opened the rear door, turned sideways to Jiang Xiaofan and made a gesture of please, Jiang Xiaofan did not hesitate, and sat straight into the car.

Boom.

The car door closed, and the young man opened the door of the cab and got inside, and the car roared along the winding road in the direction of Rongcheng.

On the mountain road in the early morning, there are not many passing vehicles, open the window, the fresh air comes to the face, so that Jiang Xiaofan is relaxed and happy, the morning sun hangs high in the sky, the warm and warm shines on the earth, the green mountains are lush in the sun, and the eyes look through the car window, what I see is an endless piece of green, and an inexplicable sense of relaxation and pleasure climbs into Jiang Xiaofan's heart.

The young man's driving skills were very good, and the car drove steadily, and if you closed your eyes and blocked your ears, you wouldn't feel like you were sitting in the car.

"Who the hell is your president?"

After looking at the scenery for a while, Jiang Xiaofan retracted his gaze, and he couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart, so he asked.

The young man grasped the steering wheel steadily, looked at the rearview mirror of the car with a pair of eyes, smiled politely at Jiang Xiaofan, and did not open his mouth to answer this question.

Jiang Xiaofan didn't open his mouth when he saw this young man, and he didn't ask any more questions, but the doubts in his heart became a little stronger, who was the president who asked him out for morning tea? The faces of several people quickly flashed in his mind, but they were rejected by him one by one.

Forget it, why do you want to do so much, you will naturally know who he is when you get to the place.

The car galloped all the way, and soon drove to the edge of the city, the vehicles on the spacious and bright streets began to increase slowly, after passing the toll booth, the car did not drive for long, the speed slowed down slowly, and the originally spacious streets were densely packed with rumbling cars, which seemed crowded.

Glancing at the car in front of him through the windshield, the tail lights that had been on at the rear of the car, Jiang Xiaofan's face suddenly sank, and his originally happy mood suddenly became a little irritable, and he scolded in a low voice: ", rush hour." ”

I have to say that waiting is the most painful thing, the car stops and stops all the way, when it comes to the fork of a one-way street, the young man who is driving does not hesitate to shake the steering wheel, and the whole car jumps in quickly after a roar.

The speed of the car slowly increased, and the young man who was driving seemed to be extremely familiar with the streets and alleys of Rongcheng, only to see the steering wheel in his hand turning back and forth from time to time, the car went into a turn in the east, turned a fork in the west, and drove to the end, even Jiang Xiaofan didn't know where the car was driven.

After about half an hour in the alley, the speed of the car slowed down, and finally stopped firmly on the side of the road, when Jiang Xiaofan saw the building outside through the car window, he was a little shocked to find that the car unconsciously drove to the south gate.

With a "clang", the car door was gently opened, and the young man stood sideways by the car door and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Xiaofan with his right hand.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Xiaofan, led by a young man, walked straight towards a low building.

This building is repaired in an antique style, three storeys high, covering an area of about six or seven façade sizes, the roof is towering, the eaves of the front and back sides are inclined down, the end is like a turn and uplift, the roof is two five-clawed dragons, the dragon's head gathers at the middle point of the roof, making a play bead, all are made of red bricks and red tiles, in this city of high-rise buildings, it seems out of place.

Red House!

Seeing this remarkable feature, Jiang Xiaofan immediately thought of the alias of this building.

If you want to talk about this red house, it is a household name in Rongcheng, and its name is even more thunderous for Jiang Xiaofan, who has come to Rongcheng to study for four years.

The reason why this red house is so famous is not because it is unique in the steel-lined city, but it is rumored that this red house often gathers some masters of calligraphy and painting to talk and talk in it, and even some well-known local wealthy businessmen also follow the elegance and come to get a touch of culture.

As for what it was like in this, Jiang Xiaofan didn't know, because he had never been in it before, and many of the remarks about the Red House came from his hearsay.

Approaching the gate of the red house, the two mahogany doors were wide open, and the threshold standing on the ground was very high, almost reaching the calf of a person, and a plaque hung high on the door, on which were written with three large characters ---three courses of tea.

On either side of the gate is a couplet.

Life is like three courses of tea.

One bitter, two sweet, three aftertaste.

After seeing this couplet, Jiang Xiaofan suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it before, and suddenly, he suddenly remembered the scene when Zhang Hao invited him to dinner that day.

Seemingly...... It seems that Zhang Hao, the leader of the underworld, once pretended to be forced to come up with this sour water, feelings, this is not his original, it was copied from the red house.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Xiaofan couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thought that Zhang Hao was a gangster with a lot of pen and ink, but as a result, it turned out to be pretending, but he was still pretending to be so similar at that time.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang?"

The young man who led the way in front saw Jiang Xiaofan smirking at the couplet at the gate, and couldn't help but snort Jiang Xiaofan a few times.

Hearing the young man's call, Jiang Xiaofan came back to his senses, collected the smile on his face, and looked at the young man, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was obvious.

Although the young man was a little confused, he still made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Xiaofan very politely and said, "Please here, the president is waiting for you inside." ”

Then, he took Jiang Xiaofan across the high threshold and walked towards the red house.

When Jiang Xiaofan stepped into the red house, suddenly a faint fragrance of tea came to his nose, the light in the red house was a little dim, quiet, on the thick marble slab, less than three meters away is a pot of potted plants with deep roots and lush leaves, and the vigorous and lush vines hang on the wall, dazzling, giving people a feeling of being in nature.

Jiang Xiaofan, led by the young man, walked leisurely through the dark and silent lobby, stepped on the stairs leading upstairs, and went straight to the second floor.

As soon as I walked out of the staircase, a sometimes low and sometimes high sound of the piano lingered in my ears, and the entire second floor was a private room one after another, but these private rooms were still decorated with antique sounds, wooden doors and paper windows, and there was no trace of modernity, which made people feel like they had passed through a time tunnel and returned to ancient times.

The sound of the piano came from those private rooms, Jiang Xiaofan followed the young man's steps along the corridor and walked deeper, and gradually the pleasant sound of the piano disappeared in his ears, and finally, the young man stopped outside a private room, he knocked lightly on the door, and said, "President, Mr. Jiang has arrived." ”

"Invite him in."

There was a response in the room, and when Jiang Xiaofan heard this voice, his face suddenly became strange......

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PS: Here, by the way, I'll talk about my thoughts, about the real world is not written in detail, readers are quite controversial, in my opinion, the protagonist in the movie world to risk death to gain ability, should be enjoyed in real life, if you just write the protagonist's story in the movie world, and not write the real world, then the protagonist to get those anti-heaven abilities is not completely meaningless? The amount depends on which aspects are emphasized and which aspects are understated.

In general, it comes down to the question, is the process or the result important?

The prostitute will see the, and the wise will see the wise.

Although this book is infinite, I want to write my own characteristics, maybe my writing and experience are very weak, and there are some places where I can't write what I want to express, but I will still stick to it, and I hope that readers can greatly support it.