MTL - Epiphanies of Rebirth-Chapter 9

Written in the lower right corner of the blackboard, there are XX days of slogans from the college entrance examination, the digital part is getting shorter and shorter.

The backwaters are about to come, and the five classes of students are caught in a busy life that they have never had before.

The new textbooks are complex, and nearly 50% of the content is different from the old review materials in the school. This is quite high for the five students who are not very good at the foundation. However, Lin Jingzheng's various advanced studies in his adult life have been deeply immersed in the essence of rote memorization. The memories of the ten-year-old children are excellent. Therefore, the final version of this enhanced version should be better than he imagined.

However, I have to mention that the attitude of a lieutenant colonel is very subtle.

No one came to stop Hu Yu’s new review plan, and no one showed approval and cooperation. After the conflicts in the review scope, the teachers in other subjects also refused to accept the change of the lecture content, and each class became more and more perfunctory. Finally, it gradually evolved into a student self-study. Li Yurong’s name quickly disappeared into the list of five classes of teachers, and the five classes of English classes actually disappeared completely with the disappearance of Li Yurong.

At the end of this floor corridor, the class closest to the toilet seems to have become invisible. It was completely excluded from the scope of the Lieutenant Colonel's leadership rate plan.

Gao Sheng told Lin Jingzhen that he had seen his mother Hu Yu at home while preparing for class and secretly crying.

However, Hu Yu did not know that this unorganized learning state, which was equivalent to humiliation for her, was in the middle of her group of "edge juveniles" who were originally unrecognizable. Compared with teachers, they are more able to accept peers who do not have a generation gap with them. Therefore, during this period of time, under the leadership of Lin Jingyu, their enthusiasm for learning was extremely high. Even Lin Jingzhen often could not control the swearing in the classroom, but it became his mature and handsome and more convincing performance.

When Lin Jingyi came down from the podium, his classmates who were too angry and too irritated were still immersed in the ceremonies of his anger. Even Zhou Haijun, who was the most fearful of learning, was quite diligent in copying the formula. As soon as he was seated, Deng Mai at the front desk turned to the black-faced handsome face, and whispered in the near future: "Hey, you know, a class of Jiang Run was beaten outside!"

Jiang Run did not come to class for a few days.

It’s rare for students who dare to miss class in this intense school, and a class teacher, Li Yurong, refuses to disclose the reason for his absence. At the same time, all kinds of guesses in the school are boiling, what is sick? There is an accident at home, even more transfer, and everything is said. Deng Mai is one of the most close to the truth.

Lin stunned the black-faced look of the black-faced dance, and organized his desktop without hesitation: "How do you know?"

"I said you can not tell others." Deng Mai chicken thief looked around and lowered his voice. "My dad is the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He told me personally last night!"

Lin was a little surprised, he never heard of it, but if he leaked a little, the school leaders would not let Deng Mai sit in this classroom.

However, this explains why Deng Mai later can monopolize the operation of Jinyun City and several city bars next door.

"Don't say it." Deng Mai repeated it again before he hanged his face and said nothing, "Lin Ge, you did it!"

Lin stunned him, Deng Maisuo left his seat and stuck to Lin Jingzheng: "I know ~~~ definitely you~~~"

As soon as he was close, Lin’s horror frowned, and his serious eyes slammed into the past: “What is the nonsense? Is the impulse and momentum formulas mastered?”

"Hey, Lin Ge, don't you." Deng Mai immediately took the soft, opened a safe distance, laughed without a positive line, "I really don't love reading, don't force me to do this. I want to say, I am from My dad listened to it, as if Jiang Run had entered a gang, and the Public Security Bureau had already prepared the case. You said that you called him, can the gangs agree? If you want to go to class later, I will bring a few people to you. Let's go together."

“Jiang Run joined the gang?” Lin Jingzhen did not remember that there was such a thing in memory, “What gang?”

"Qinglong Bang!" Deng Mai looked cautiously. "The group of people can be arrogant, especially their boss Zhang Long, a man, leaving a black hair here, here there are tattoos."

Deng Mai compares his neck and compares his chest to shoulder position. He lowered his voice with concern: "Lin Ge, if you meet them, don't be stubborn, how fast you can run, hurry. Contact the police, these people are killing people!"

"..." Lin Jingyu was silent for a while, then nodded. "Thank you, I know."

******

In the rumor, Jiang Runmu, who joined the city's largest gang, was lying on the hospital bed.

Since he was hospitalized, he has not been able to sleep well - being scared.

The pain of the body is enough to kill the will, and every time he falls asleep, Lin’s scene of striking the neck of Qinglong will come on schedule. In a few days, he will scare him to close his eyes.

When his mother Jiang Xiaoyun washed her face in tears, she received a call from her sister Jiang Chacha from the provincial capital.

Jiang Jiaoqi has been waiting for the news of antiques, but there is no progress on the side of the cloud. The latest land planning project in the provincial capital is just around the corner. Qiqing Real Estate intends to participate in the tender, but the scale is not enough, the competitiveness is not strong, and the hope is very embarrassing.

She had to urge her brother and sister to act as soon as possible.

Jiang Xiaoyun’s low state scared her. Jiang just asked carefully and figured out the roots. Only then did he know that the nephew had actually lived in the hospital, and he had lifted his rock and smashed his foot. He could not help but be too angry: “Stupid! So important thing, You actually listen to the opinions of a child!"

Jiang Xiaoyun also has resentment: "Is it time to investigate responsibility?"

This cloud also needs Jiang Xiaoyun to stare. At this time, Jiang did not want to provoke his teammates. When he saw the phone, his mood was wrong. She immediately changed the coping style, and the voice became full of appeasement: "Okay, I am not that." In fact, in fact, the direction in which you look at the problem is correct, but there is something wrong with the implementation."

Jiang Xiaoyun asked: "What should I do now?"

Jiang just indulged for a while: "You gave me the contact information of Mr. Wang, and the planning project has to start. Anyway, you must first stabilize him."

"But the man you don't know, don't see the rabbit don't scatter the eagle, he won't help without the antiques saying anything."

Jiang Qiaqi’s thoughts are much more distinct than her: “What are you afraid of, antiques are there, can you run away?”

*******

In the evening, Wang Kechang’s dinner was changed to a new pair of people.

The highest-class banquet box of the most luxurious people's hotel in the provincial capital, from the zenith to the floor, is magnificent, only three people in the area of ​​nearly one hundred square meters, on the big desktop, Shanzhen Haiming famous tobacco famous wine, was invited to the presence of Wang Kechang It seems to be lacking in interest.

Qi Qing was very surprised that his wife actually knew such a key person. He carefully and Wang Kechang was close to him. The other party was not willing to take care of him. He only took a sip of his respected wine and took a look at it. The loyal eyes are staring at Jiang Chacha: "Jiang Jiang, I am very busy, let's get into the subject as soon as possible."

Jiang is really good-looking, his body is sturdy, he is dressed up properly, his eyebrows are filled with wisdom and tenderness, and her manners are generous: "Wang Kechang, why bother you, those antiques should be yours, one can’t run away. ""

"Is it mine?" Wang Kechang looked down and snorted. "I don't think the situation is what you said. Chairman Jiang, who knows the real estate, has told me that the antiques are long gone. Has it been transferred through legal inheritance?"

Jiang just smiled slightly: "What about that?"

Wang Kechang frowned and waited for the following.

Jiang just had a slap in the face and said: "Is the means of inheritance legal, can it be legal to represent the source of antiques?"

Wang Kechang’s gaze slammed: “What do you mean...?”

"On the other side of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau, we still need to give us some help from Mr. Wang. But everyone is working together to contribute to the loss of cultural relics in our city!" Jiangchachao met his eyes and was very warm. "Wang Kechang, tempted and willing, Xu Xutu."

"Ha ha ha ha!!" Wang Kechang, who was not yin and yang, finally wanted to understand the joints. He laughed and laughed at the woman who seemed to have no fighting power in front of her. He stood up and happily picked up the cup of Maotai, who had just touched his lips, but he just touched the lips and said to the river: "Jiang is really a woman in the river, this wine, I Wang respects you!" ”

******

At the same time, a silver plane cut through the night sky at the provincial capital of the southern province.

Fang Lao was helped to step down the ladder, and there were already a number of cars waiting on the tarmac. In the fierce wind, he waved the people around him, and the few people who had been waiting for the car for a long time smiled helplessly: "If you don't engage in such a squad, you just don't listen."

For the first tall middle-aged man, he showed a calm smile: "Fang Lao, this is already very low-key. I only informed the group of our brothers in the leadership team. I heard that you want to come to the south of the group, you can scare them. A jump."

"Fang teacher, Zheng Shuji, the outside is big, let's stay for a long time, first get on the bus." A slightly fat middle-aged man smiled and opened the door, reaching out to block the old man's head, called the secretary of Zheng. The middle-aged man personally helped the old man to get on the bus, then the door closed and waited for a while, and the team sneaked away from the apron as it came.

In the car, the driver’s driver’s forehead was sweaty, but his eyes didn’t dare to look at it. He heard Zheng’s memory in the back seat with some blaming voices: “Fang Lao, you can be too self-willed, and leave the Yan city to leave. I also brought a few people. If something unexpected happened on the road, how do you tell me about Yanyan?"

Fang Laohaha laughed and said: "I don't think that the old bones are so useless. You can explain the words. I have to go to Jinyun, only to spend a day in Gunan City."

Zheng Shuke shook his head: "Your passion for antiques is really like a day."

"Not only for this." Fang Lao condensed a smile, and his expression became serious. "Knowing, the phenomenon of the loss of cultural relics in your group has reached the level that you have to pay attention to."

Zheng Shuji was silent for a moment and sighed: "I know this, but the back is intertwined. The province wants to fight, and there is still a lack of appropriate opportunities."

Fang Lao stared at him, the old face was full of kindness and wisdom: "Is this opportunity not coming?"

When Zheng Shuji glanced, he immediately realized what he was saying: "You mean...?"

Fang Laoyan did this, patted his shoulder and nodded and smiled.