"Hehe, Brother Wei really has a heart, I should really thank you for thinking about me so much." The muscles on Zhao Minglei's face twitched slightly, and he said with anger.

"You're welcome, who of us is with whom, not only classmates but also colleagues in the student union, shouldn't we help each other?" Wei Qiang hugged Zhao Minglei's shoulders affectionately and said with a smile: "In the future, many of the daily work of the student union will have to rely on Minglei to help, you also know that my ability is limited, if you don't help me, I'm afraid I may not be able to do many things well." ”

Wei Qiang looked at Zhao Minglei thoughtfully, and continued: "By the way, when you slowly take care of your body, and after you are completely well, a lot of work in the meeting will still be inseparable from you, and then I will definitely propose to convene a committee and propose to readjust the various duties and tasks of the committee members, what do you think?" ”

"Okay, great, thank you so much, Brother Wei." Zhao Minglei's heart was dripping blood, gritting his teeth and squeezing out these words word by word.

"Look at you, you're polite again, aren't you, you, I'll explain Lei, why do we care about these things among our classmates? Okay, I still have a big stall over there, I've been busy with a lot of things these days, I don't even have time to rest, I'm gone, you take care of it, pay attention to your body, the body is the capital of the revolution. Seeing that the fire was almost over, Wei Qiang stood up with a smile, and before leaving, he deliberately stretched out his hand to shake Zhao Minglei's hand, and when shaking hands, he deliberately used his right hand first and then added his left hand, and shook it a few times after holding it, as if the way the big leader inspected the ordinary people.

Sending away Zhao Minglei's hand, which looked a little stiff, Wei Qiang deliberately patted him on the shoulder before leaving, leaving a meaningful smile.

Waiting for the door to open and close, after Wei Qiang's figure completely disappeared in front of Zhao Minglei's eyes, the anger in Zhao Minglei's heart could no longer be bearable, and he directly grabbed the teacup that Wei Qiang was drinking tea just now and smashed it on the ground.

With a snap, the teacup was instantly torn apart, and countless porcelain fragments splashed out, along with the remnants of tea in the teacup, everywhere in the house.

"Too much deception!" Zhao Minglei scolded angrily, but he didn't dare to scold too loudly, and his voice was deliberately suppressed.

His eyes were red and scary, like a sleepy beast, and he walked around the house a few times, and when his eyes fell on the photos on the coffee table again, Zhao Minglei's whole person withered like a deflated balloon.

Accidentally losing all the games, now Zhao Minglei deeply understands the meaning of this sentence, Wei Qiang's threat is real, if he dares to make trouble, these photos are the best weapon to attack him.

Once these photos circulate, where will Zhao Minglei still have the face to see people again? The arrogant Zhao Minglei has been deeply hit this time, if this matter makes waves again, I am afraid it will not be just within Beijing Normal University, maybe the whole Yanjing and even the whole of China will know Zhao Minglei's name.

When Zhao Minglei still has the face to live, maybe the only thing left for himself is suicide. But how dare Zhao Minglei, who has always cherished his life, do this? It's better to die than to live, in the face of such a situation, Zhao Minglei has only one way, that is, to endure this breath and pick up his tail to be a grandson, obedient and obedient.

The form is stronger than others, Zhao Minglei had to recognize the form, he stared at the photos in frustration for a long time, and finally sighed, found a basin to tear up the photos one by one, struck a match and lit them, and after seeing these photos burned to ashes, he collapsed weakly on the sofa.

Song Yuanchao heard about Zhao Minglei's matter, especially when he learned that Wei Qiang didn't know how to pinch Zhao Minglei, Song Yuanchao, as the initiator, had a faint guess in his heart.

I have to admit that Wei Qiang is a person who can take advantage of opportunities, and he is decisive and ruthless, and he immediately knocked Zhao Minglei from the clouds into the dust, and such a person is also the most suitable for taking the road of official career.

Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang are not friends, he and Wei Qiang only know each other because of Luo Yang's introduction. To tell the truth, in dealing with Zhao Minglei, they can be said to have what they need. Maybe Wei Qiang had already guessed the real reason for Zhao Minglei's accident, but Wei Qiang never mentioned half a sentence in front of Song Yuanchao, which can be seen from this point that Wei Qiang's city government is deep.

That's fine, it's just cooperation anyway, it's good for everyone to see through some things, Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang are not all the way, the possibility of everyone intersecting in the future is very small, plus with such a relationship, there will be incense when they meet again in the future, which is not a bad thing for Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang.

Without Zhao Minglei's stinky shit on the side, it made Song Yuanchao's life at school much easier. At the same time that Wei Qiang completely dealt with Zhao Minglei, the set of yards that Song Yuanchao bought before was also in hand.

Just a few days ago, the newspaper informed Song Yuanchao that all the relocation had been completed, and several families in the backyard had also moved out early, Yue Lao Er personally sent the keys over, looking at the bunch of keys in his hand, Song Yuanchao's face hung a happy smile, this yard is much better than the one he lives in now, and Song Yuanchao has long thought about how to toss this yard.

It is a big project to reopen the front and back yards that were originally separated, and then restore the original appearance of the yards.

If it was a year ago, Song Yuanchao didn't have the financial resources at all, but so Song Yuanchao had a lot of money, and he didn't have a lot of money in his hands, so the work of repairing and restoring this set of courtyards became a major thing for Song Yuanchao to do this year, in order to better achieve the purpose of restoring as before, Song Yuanchao specially found teachers from the Department of Architecture and the Department of History of Beijing Normal University.

Although the Department of Architecture of Beijing Normal University is not as famous as the Department of Architecture of PBC University, its strength is not bad, and the Department of History of Beijing Normal University is more famous than the Department of Architecture.

As a student of Beijing Normal University, it is not difficult for Song Yuanchao to inquire about this, coupled with the tacit relationship between him and Wei Qiang, he can also get some news from the student union, and Cheng Mengshan, who has already entered the student union.

It didn't take much effort for Song Yuanchao to understand the situation, and found an opportunity to visit the faculty community of the school in person, and knocked on the door of Professor Yao's house in the Department of Architecture.

The door was opened by Professor Yao, who is now nearly 60 years old and studied at Europa as a young man and later returned to China. At that time, he also worked as an assistant under Mr. and Mrs. Liang Sicheng, and later entered Beijing Normal University as a teacher, from teaching assistant, lecturer, and associate professor to the current full professor.

"Hello, Mr. Yao." (Teachers at the university are called Mr., but in fact, they have been called Mr. since junior high school, both men and women.) ）

"Are you ......?" Professor Yao raised his glasses and looked at the young man in front of him, who had the emblem of Beijing Normal University pinned to his chest, which meant that the other party was a student of his own university, but Professor Yao couldn't remember whether this student was his own student.

"Oh, let me introduce myself first, my name is Song Yuanchao, a student in the first class of the 79th class of economics, I came to visit you this year to ask you something." Song Yuanchao said with a smile, Professor Yao glanced at the other party, and felt that the other party was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember anything, and he was sure that Song Yuanchao and he must not have had a relationship, and the other party also reported that he was a student of the Department of Economics, why is this student of the Department of Economics looking for him?

But in any case, the other party is a student from his own school, and as a teacher, he can't turn away a visit. Nodding, Professor Yao asked the door to invite Song Yuanchao into the house, Song Yuanchao thanked him, and entered the house with the yellow banana apples he had just bought in his net.

"Mr. Yao, you came in a hurry, and a small gift is not a tribute." Entering the house, Song Yuanchao handed over the apple, Professor Yao glanced at it and smiled: "You are a student, I am a teacher, and students visit teachers to get these?" It's an apple, and if you bring anything else, I'll have to throw it out for you. ”

"Mr. Yao, look at what you said, it is etiquette for students to visit the teacher and bring gifts, and there is a saying that the apprentice used to be bound, today I have a question to ask you for advice, how can I come empty-handed?"

"Hahaha, this truth makes sense, okay, I'll take this apple." Professor Yao was not old-fashioned, and took the apple handed by Song Yuanchao with a hearty smile.

Putting the apple aside, Professor Yao suddenly remembered something, and turned around to look at Song Yuanchao: "I always feel that you are a little familiar, and I can't remember where I have seen ......." ”

After thinking for a while, and then looking at Song Yuanchao who was smiling at him, Professor Yao suddenly slapped his forehead and smiled: "It's you kid, I remember, the one who sang on stage at the New Year's party is the one who sang the song when you are old, right?" ”

"You've got a good memory, yes, that's what I sang." Song Yuanchao nodded and smiled.

"Hahaha, I'm not seventy or eighty yet, of course this memory is not bad, but I haven't remembered it for a while." Professor Yao smiled and pointed at Song Yuanchao: "Xiao Song, your singing is good, and the song is adapted, my wife and I like it very much, by the way, are there any new songs in the near future?" ”

"Sir, my singing is just a hobby, I am a student, and the main thing is to study. Of course, I'll try to write a few more songs when I have the chance. I'm glad that you and your wife can like my song, by the way, I have already given that song to the student council, and in the near future our student council will be looking for a suitable person to cover it, and if the tape comes out, I will send you a box. ”

"Okay!" Professor Yao smiled and nodded in agreement, when Song Yuanchao sang this song on stage, Professor Yao and his wife in the audience were deeply touched. This song sings about love, but it is also the precipitation of the years and the most sincere thing in people's hearts, which is easier for these teachers who have experienced most of their lives than their classmates.