Liang Fangquan drank hot white porridge while opening the newspaper of the day and reading the news leisurely.

The big clock hanging on the wall behind him had already pointed to nine o'clock, and it was already past the time to go to work.

However, as the leader of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, he is usually late for work, which is a trivial matter not worth mentioning at all, and there will be no one who will talk nonsense without long eyes.

Suddenly, the phone on the desktop rang.

Liang Fangquan picked it up and looked at it, with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Meng, what a rare guest, why did you remember to call my Lao Liang. ”

After talking on the phone, the smile on Liang Fangquan's face slowly converged.

“...... I really don't know about that...... But since Mr. Meng, you have opened your mouth, I will definitely give you face. That's it...... Hahaha! It's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning...... Mr. Meng, you're so polite, let's find a time to come out and have a good drink......"

Putting down the phone, Liang Fangquan's face became gloomy.

His son Liang Xiangfei saw that his father's face was wrong, and asked cautiously, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Liang Fangquan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly spoke.

"A big boss, who called to be a lobbyist. ”

"Lobbyist?" Liang Xiangfei didn't know why.

"It's what you dealt with that person named Gong Ruicong. Liang Fangquan's face had returned to normal, and he said in a flat tone.

Liang Xiangfei looked up suddenly, a little surprised by the news.

"Gong Ruicong's background, Dad, haven't you already found someone to investigate before? Why does he know any big boss? He actually came to the door to be a lobbyist!"

Liang Fangquan shook his head, not paying much attention.

"Who knows, China is a humane society. It is not surprising that relatives of relatives, classmates of classmates, are on a rampage, and who they have something to do with it. ”

"So what now?"

Liang Fangquan glanced at him and said indifferently: "What else should I do?" ”

"No, Dad. It's just a businessman with a little money, you are the director of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, you don't take care of them, do you need to be so jealous?"

Hearing his father's words, Liang Xiangfei almost didn't jump.

"What do you know! How can you be just a simple businessman if you can do business to the top level of Mr. Meng. If he didn't have any connections and connections in politics, he would be able to do such a big business?

Liang Xiangfei is not a complete fool, he understood his father's words as soon as he heard them.

But I'm still a little haunted in my heart.

"Dad, you are also the leader of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and you are also a big man in Jiangkou City. If you just admit it so simply, you will lose all your face, what will others think of our Liang family in the future?"

Liang Fangquan's face was calm, and he was not moved by his words.

"It's your loss of face, right? If you just lost face, your father and I wouldn't be where we are today. Advance when you should advance, retreat when you should retreat, this is called wisdom. ”

Liang Xiangfei saw that the radical method was ineffective, so he could only muttered indignantly: "Is it just that, I was almost beaten in the head by that kid." ”

Liang Fangquan's eyes flashed with anger, and his tone was still as calm: "Since Mr. Meng has opened his mouth to be a peacemaker, we must give this face." But if I don't use my own power in the official face, you kid can still figure it out on your own, understand?"

"Dad, what do you mean?" Liang Xiangfei asked in surprise.

"You usually hang out with those fox friends and dogs, don't you think I don't know? Since you're friends, it's reasonable to ask them to help when you need it. ”

"Yes, it makes sense. Dad, I see. Liang Xiangfei suddenly realized.

After a while, Liang Fangquan reopened the newspaper and didn't look at Liang Xiangfei again.

"That being said, you should bear with it for the time being. After the limelight, Mr. Meng no longer pays attention, and it is not too late for you to secretly make a move. ”

"Okay, I know what to do. Gong Ruicong, I'll let you be proud for a few days, hum!"

Liang Xiangfei gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

......

On the hill north of the Bihuayuan community, Yang Yonghui is practicing.

This Bihuayuan villa occupies a very wide area, not only with many bungalows and villas, but also a small mountain group in the north of the community.

The grass is lush and the trees are lined with greenery for residents to enjoy morning sports and walks after dinner.

Yang Yonghui's agreement with the Shaking Mountain Sect is about to arrive, he has been practicing the Washing the Pulp Sutra every day for three months, and when the sky begins to light early in the morning, he will go to this hill to practice the "Ascending Dragon Fist" and "Crazy Dragon Break" that he has learned secretly.

I don't know if he has really been transformed by the mysterious Heavenly Eye now, and has become very suitable for cultivating martial arts.

Every day of meditation and washing the marrow meridians, Yang Yonghui can clearly perceive the strength of his own qi and blood.

The fierce internal energy in the body is galloping, like the rolling Yangtze River, but it is completely under the control of his mind.

The external skills "Ascending Dragon Fist" and "Crazy Dragon Break", after nearly three months of speculation and familiarization, as well as Yang Yonghui's self-exploration and modification, have now become more harmonious and self-consistent, and have become the most suitable martial arts moves for themselves.

"Drink!"

Yang Yonghui shouted, played the "Crazy Dragon Break" finishing style, and slowly closed the work.

When he waved his arm, his movements were not fast and fast, but the move shook the space, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

It's not easy.

If it's a quick shot, driving the surrounding air and forming a strong wind, that's nothing.

But after Yang Yonghui's moves were changed by him according to his own wishes, his movements remained basically the same, and the rhythm became fast and slow. The finishing move just now is even more like the Tai Chi played by the old man and lady in the park. There can be a roar and roar, like thunder.

Being able to do this, Yang Yonghui himself felt a little incredible.

Combined with the recent cultivation of the Pulp Cleansing Sutra, I feel that my internal strength is full and strong, but the speed is a little slow, as if I am accumulating strength and waiting for it to erupt.

Could it be that he has touched the upper limit of the current cultivation realm and entered the bottleneck period, preparing to break through to the next realm?

To say that after inexplicably practicing the Pulp Cleansing Sutra from the Internet, what Yang Yonghui longs for most is to get a set of martial arts moves. Now that there is the Ascending Dragon Fist and the Crazy Dragon Break, Yang Yonghui hopes that there can be a detailed introduction to the cultivation system, which can let him know the path forward.

Don't talk about what to do next, even what level of his strength is now, Yang Yonghui is confused.

"Last time, from the mouths of Han Dali, their uncle and nephew from the Shaking Mountain Sect, the words of 'yellow-level, Xuan-level' masters were vaguely revealed. Could it be that the strength level division of this martial arts world is ranked in the order of 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang'? This is too old-fashioned. ”

(End of chapter)