Song Jianchen was a slightly chubby man, he was sitting there in a suit, looking at Ning Hao with a smile, his small eyes turned into two lines, and he looked very amiable.

He's the kind of good guy who thinks it's easy to talk at first glance.

But Ning Hao knew that how could a person who could sit in the position of deputy director of the Martial Affairs Bureau be a good person who was harmless to individuals.

Hiding a knife in a smile is the basic operation of this kind of person.

Because she was worried about her son, Chen Miaoyin hurried over from behind, and after entering the hall at this time, she first nodded slightly to Song Jianchen, and then pushed Ning Hao and urged:

"Hao'er, what are you still doing in a daze, thank you Uncle Song for saving your life, thanks to him today, you can get out of the bureau."

Ning Hao came back to his senses, hurriedly stepped forward, took the brewed tea from the servant, personally bowed down and sent it to Song Jianchen, and then bent down and saluted:

"Thank you Uncle Song for saving your life, Uncle Song, please drink tea."

Song Jianchen laughed, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Ning Hao:

"Virtuous nephew doesn't have to be polite, please hurry up, with my friendship with your father, saving you is the right thing to do, there is no need to take it to heart."

Having said that, he still took Ning Hao's tea and took a sip.

Ning Zhenxiong had already sat down next to him at this time, and when he saw this, he also smiled:

"I'm an unfilial son who has caused trouble for me, but I used to make small fights, and this time things are really out of line, without your help, I really have to work hard."

Song Jianchen waved his hand:

"You're polite, you're polite, the friendship between you and me, why bother saying this, I save my nephew today, I'm in danger when he is in danger, and it's the same if you save me again."

Hearing this, Ning Hao's heart moved, knowing that the other party was asking his father for something in return.

When Ning Zhenxiong heard this, he took a sip of tea with a smile and did not answer.

Song Jianchen was not in a hurry, and looked at the family of three with Erlang's legs crossed.

In the end, it was Chen Miaoyin who broke the silence, she smiled and personally filled Song Jianchen with tea, and said:

"Song Ju is too outward when he says this, the relationship between our two families, if there is anything difficult, you don't say that Zhenxiong will also take action."

When Song Jianchen heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand, with an evasive look:

"Sister-in-law, you still call me Lao Song or Deputy Director Song, one more word and one less word, the meaning is different, in case someone hears it, it's not good."

As he spoke, he deliberately slapped his thigh and sighed:

"You should also know that there are directors in the martial arts bureaus all over the country, but here in our Dongjiang City, there are only two deputies and no one."

"The post of director of the Dongjiang Martial Arts Bureau has been vacant for ten years."

Chen Miaoyin smiled wryly, and then had to echo:

"yes, that's weird."

Song Jianchen glanced at Ning Zhenxiong with a smile, and then said:

"Because of this incident, our Dongjiang dragons have no leader, the warriors are in their own formations, the mountains are numerous, and they are intricate, and I am very busy every day in order to deal with these things."

"If it weren't for this, if something happened to my nephew this time, I wouldn't have delayed it until a full week before I took the time to deal with it, I really have too many things at hand to take care of."

"If this continues, sooner or later something will go wrong."

When Ning Hao heard this, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"Why don't we have a director of the Martial Affairs Bureau in Dongjiang?"

Song Jianchen was waiting for this sentence, and hurriedly smiled:

"Don't you know anything about the virtuous nephew, if you want to become the director of the Martial Affairs Bureau, you must meet two conditions."

"First, the director of the Martial Arts Bureau must be an incumbent member of the General Chamber of Commerce system; This is very simple, and the person who can get to this point, who is not a serious incumbent. ”

"This second is more difficult, it requires the director himself, or the person who supports the candidate, at least one person must be a martial artist in the Dirty Realm, that is, a martial arts master."

"And we, Dongjiang, haven't had a martial arts master for nearly ten years."

Hearing this, Ning Hao finally understood, and at the same time, he was a little incredulous.

It turned out that the Dongjiang Martial Arts Bureau was so unbearable that there was not even a martial arts master.

Subconsciously, he asked Song Jianchen:

"Then who is the current Director of the Martial Affairs Bureau, Zhou Xianzong?"

Hearing the words "Zhou Xianzong", a trace of disgust flashed on Song Jianchen's smiling face.

He smiled coldly:

"Zhou Xianzong, like me, is also the deputy director, but now he is the temporary acting director."

"If it weren't for the old director who chose him when he abdicated, he would have been worthy of Zhou Xianzong?"

Ning Hao nodded again and again, and had some understanding of Song Jianchen's purpose for coming here.

Song Jianchen wanted to go further, but Zhou Xianzong was a hurdle he couldn't overcome.

To succeed, he needs an extra boost.

Thinking of this, Ning Hao subconsciously looked at his father.

Ning Zhenxiong turned his head to look at Song Jianchen and said:

"Zhou Xianzong is indeed unworthy, he has been the acting director for so many years, and he has not been able to twist those warriors in the Dongjiang River into a rope, and I don't know how many times people have laughed behind it."

"I think you should be better than him for the position of director."

When Song Jianchen heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly:

"You might as well tell Brother Ning, I do have that idea, but unfortunately my qualifications are dull, no matter how hard I have cultivated over the years, I have stopped at the early stage of the Bone Refining Realm, and I have never made any progress."

"If I want to become the director of the bureau, I can only find a martial arts master as a supporter."

As he spoke, he arched his hand to Ning Zhenxiong:

"Brother Ning, your talent is far better than mine, and you have no distractions, if there is anyone else in Dongjiang who can step into that realm, I think it must be you."

"So, if you have the heart, I will be grateful if he can help me when you step into the position of grandmaster in the future."

"If I can become the director, like what happened to my nephew this time, I can fish him out in minutes."

With the support of the martial arts master, Song Jianchen will fully meet the conditions for being promoted to the director of the bureau, and even if Zhou Xianzong does well, he must abdicate and make way for Xian.

Ning Zhenxiong looked at Song Jianchen with a smile, and suddenly said:

"If that's all you want, then I can help you right now."

When Song Jianchen heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and looked at the other party puzzled:

"How can I help?"

Ning Zhenxiong didn't answer, just smiled and stretched out his hand and covered it on the teacup on the table.

His palms were thirty centimeters away from the teacup, and his fingers were slightly bent.

The next moment, everyone felt a palpitation coming, and at the same time, they felt their shoulders sink, as if some invisible force had pressed down in the void.

Bang.

The teacup on the table suddenly exploded, and even the mahogany furniture underneath made a tooth-aching squeak.

Ning Hao looked at it for the first time, and found that spider web-like cracks appeared on the furniture.

The next moment, the furniture shattered.

Ning Hao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up excitedly:

"It's ...... Inside and out? ”