As soon as Feng Junzi went out, Zhou Song quickly explained to Qin Wuyi: "Miss Qin, don't mind what Teacher Feng said just now. He is like this. He says whatever he thinks, not targeting you."

Qin Wuyi seemed to smile without mind at all: "What he said is the truth. How could I mind? I just admire people like you who have a clear relationship with love and hate," then leaned over and asked Zhou Song in a low voice: "Liu Bang escaped with urine at the Hongmen Banquet. Teacher Feng also used this trick just now. Do you know what he did?"

Zhou Song: "Miss Qin is so careful. I know that he will go to the bathroom as soon as he drinks beer."

Qin Wuyi smiled and said, "How could I guess wrong? He must have made an excuse to go out and notify Professor Song and told him that I was here. In fact, there is no need for Professor Song to hide from me. I just come to invite him sincerely, not to do anything to him."

Zhou Song asked: "Professor Song made a negative opinion on your project in his report?"

Qin Wuyi: "It's almost the same. Professor Song did not deny the feasibility of the project. However, he suggested that the city should use investment in other places, such as popularizing compulsory education and improving the working environment for workers. Although these suggestions are good, they do not meet the city's work goals of developing the economy and increasing GDP. Things have to be done step by step. Since you are friends, you can help me convince him."

Zhou Song nodded perfunctorily, then changed the topic and asked again: "Ms. Qin's name is really interesting. Do you really feel that you don't have clothes to wear when you look at the wardrobe every day? I think that a natural beauty like Miss Qin will look very good no matter how you dress up."

Qin Wuyi looked up at Zhou Song and said word by word: "Why do you say Wuyi/Wang Yu raised his army with me/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu walked with me/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu walked with me/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu walked with me/Wang Yu raised his army/Wang Yu walked with me.”

Zhou Song was surprised. This was the poem mentioned by Feng Junzi just now. It seemed that Qin Wuyi not only knew it but also memorized it very well. If Feng Junzi was present, he might change his impression of Qin Wuyi. This woman was not the vase he imagined. At this time, Qin Wuyi asked Zhou Song with a smile: "Can Mr. Zhou explain and explain it to me?"

Zhou Song also became interested and said in a stern manner: "Who said I was not armed? I shared the battle robe with you. The king beat the war drum, polished my spear, and ran to the battlefield together," and then asked: "Your father must be a soldier?"

Qin Wuyi smiled: "Mr. Zhou translated it really well, but this poem can also be read as a love poem, which implies what can happen between men and women. I wonder if I understand it right? In fact, this is also the boring idea of ​​many men when they see the word Wuyi. Of course, Mr. Zhou will not be such a person."

Zhou Song was a little confused by these words, and he couldn't tell whether Qin Wuyi was teasing or praising him. In short, he thought Qin Wuyi was very interesting, at least he was becoming more and more interested. There was such a kind of woman in the world. Although she did not intend to have any intimate relationship with the men opposite, she also liked to try to create an atmosphere so that the men could not help but think about it, and thus gain a sense of accomplishment. The atmosphere of the conversation became more and more inviting, and Zhou Song's interest was getting higher and higher.

As we talked about the topic, the topic turned to Jianjiang's "Cultural New City" project. Qin Wuyi smiled and said to Zhou Song: "Mr. Zhou, you should really go to my place to take a look. Now is a good time to invest in land grabbing. Someone in Binhai have invested there. This time our inspection team is mainly for investment and investment, which can be regarded as the result of our work."

Zhou Song: "There are people investing in Jianjiang in Binhai? Who is it?"

Qin Wuyi: "Mr. Zhou must know him. He is your famous man in the coastal coast, named Wei Boxi."

Zhou Song was shocked when he heard Wei Boxi's name. He was about to ask carefully that Feng Junzi was back. Feng Junzi did not come back alone, but was with Professor Song, which was a bit beyond Qin Wuyi's expectations. Perhaps Feng Junzi tried to persuade Professor Song to come, or perhaps Professor Song himself figured it out. Since the "vix spirit" has come to the door, it would be better to just meet him.

When Qin Wuyi saw Professor Song, he seemed to be acting cute: "You don't stay at home when you come back, so I'm looking for you everywhere. It turns out that Teacher Feng hid you."

Professor Song seemed a little embarrassed and replied: "I was about to contact you, but I didn't expect you to find them first."

Qin Wuyi refused to give in: "You lied to me. You obviously ran to Teacher Feng to hide from me, or why didn't you stay at your own home?"

Feng Junzi looked solemn and said to Qin Wuyi: "Miss Qin, you misunderstood. Professor Song did hide in my house, but not to hide from anyone."

Qin Wuyi: "Oh? Why don't you hide from others?"

Feng Junzi thought in his heart that he was hiding from the "fox spirit", but said, "Professor Song doesn't want to say it because he doesn't want others to misunderstand that he is superstitious or timid, nor does he want to scare you, but I know that he is hiding from things that cannot be clean."

Qin Wuyi was obviously startled and asked: "Don't scare me, there is nothing unclean in the world. I have read too many ghost novels, so I deliberately made up stories to deceive me."

Professor Song obviously had a tacit understanding with Feng Junzi and said slowly: "I didn't want to tell you about this because I was afraid that you would be afraid or not believe it when I said it, but it was indeed true. I did encounter an incredible thing recently. Speaking of this, I'm afraid that it is related to my experience in Jianjiang."

Zhou Song and Qin Wuyi were confused and asked in unison: "Professor Song, please stop keeping it. Tell us what's going on."

Professor Song lowered his head and seemed to be thinking, while telling a story in a soothing tone. The following is Professor Song’s story:

Feng Junzi said that I went to Jianjiang to inspect the rush processing enterprise and you have heard about it. In fact, I did not investigate it very carefully like Feng Junzi said, and came to a 100% conclusion. In fact, I have only seen a sick worker. The worker was either a migrant worker from another place or a local farmer from Jianjiang.

There are very few local people in Jianjiang who work in rush processing enterprises, but there are also some. This person is one of them. He was originally a local farmer, but later the land in their village was expropriated by the government, which was to be used to develop the World Cultural Park. After receiving a one-time compensation, the government issued a city household registration, and there was nothing to do without land planting. It just so happened that the child needed to spend money to go to high school, and the compensation was always insufficient. He still had to find a way to find a job. If he had no choice, he would go to a nearby rush processing factory to work.

When I saw him, he no longer worked in the factory because he could no longer continue to work. His family lived near the planning area of ​​the World Cultural Park. I also went to the local area to see the scenery and inspect the situation. His woman thought I was a major cadre from above to come to inspect, so she grabbed me and said nothing. In short, it was about his man's affairs and hoped that I could give an explanation. Later, I went to his house and I was very shocked when I saw him.

To be precise, he was no longer alone at that time, and he was lying there, his muscles had almost shrunk, like a skeleton, or a living mummy. He was not dead because he was still breathing, and the breathing sounds made from his lungs were like a bellows.

This mummy told me about his illness in a very difficult sentence. At first, he was in good health and went to a nearby processing factory to work, mainly to paint the rush. The workshop was filled with green smoke and dust. Although he was wearing a mask, it seemed to be useless. The phlegm he vomited after get off work every day was a green color. No one told him what dangers were in this job.

Sometimes someone from above came to inspect, and the factory would give them a simple gas mask, and the exhaust fan in the workshop would be turned on for a while. In fact, the situation was the same. I don’t know how long it took for the gas mask to change the filter element, although it didn’t work at all. Later, he felt that his body was getting worse and worse, and he often felt difficulty breathing, coughing more and more phlegm, and he still had blood.

Later, the city organized a physical examination for workers. He was told that he had tuberculosis and could not continue working, so he was laid off. Later, the factory seemed to give him 3,000 yuan, but he didn't know what the cost was. He had been taking medicines given to him by the health center. He didn't know why he took these medicines, nor did he ask who gave them these medicines. In short, he thought it was the government who treated him. After a while, a doctor told him that he had silicosis and needed to rest in bed.

At first, he didn't know that silicosis was almost curable, so he could only use conservative treatment methods. The so-called conservative treatment was waiting for death for him. Later, he found out, and he couldn't figure it out and always wanted to find someone to give an explanation. His family had also found many people, and this time he found me again, thinking that I was the leader who came to inspect from above.

This person was very calm when he spoke, and seemed to have no choice about life and death, so he was not afraid of anything. But I could see that his eyes were full of hope, hoping that I could give him an explanation and an explanation at home. I could only comfort him, leave all the money on me to his woman, and promised him to give him an explanation. Although I knew I could not do it, I could not refuse such a person.

When Professor Song’s story ended here, no one spoke. Feng Junzi suddenly asked: “He is not dead yet. Why did Professor Song say that he was hiding for something unclean?”

Professor Song sighed and then recounted:

Yes, he was still alive at that time. He was very happy when I left. Finally, someone from above was willing to listen to him telling his own affairs. He also believed that someone would give his family an explanation, although I knew in my heart that I didn’t have the ability yet. Judging from the situation of this person at that time, he couldn’t stand it for long.

The next thing happened on the first night when I returned to Binhai from Gwangju. When I was taking a shower and about to go to bed, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door but didn't see anyone. I thought I had heard it wrong and went back to sleep. But as soon as I lay down, I heard a knock on the door. I still had no one outside the door. I thought there was someone who made a prank, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anyone. When I went back to continue to sleep, I couldn't sleep any more. I paid attention to listening carefully to the movement outside the door. After a while, I heard the knock on the door again.

I almost rushed over the door that opened, but saw nothing. I was not a timid person, but I was very scared at the time. I asked loudly into the air, "Who are you?" At this time, I seemed to hear a sound - a coughing sound. The cough sound was like a hollow bellow, with a friction noise. I suddenly remembered where I had heard this sound.

I suddenly felt that he was here. He was dead. After he died, he was still unwilling to give up. He traveled thousands of miles to find me through some means, or to give me a sense in some way, hoping that I would not forget his affairs.

This is why I moved to Feng Junzi the next day to live. It was not only because I was afraid, but also because I was ashamed and afraid to face it. What I could do was actually the report I gave to Jianjiang City. The important reason why my report was written was because I was affected by this incident. I couldn't help him in other ways, but at least I didn't dare to go to Jianjiang again, nor was I very willing to be a director of a cultural company.

Professor Song's story ends here. Everyone was silent when they heard it. Feng Junzi found that Zhou Song's face was even worse than Qin Wuyi, and Qin Wuyi seemed not as scared as Zhou Song. Qin Wuyi asked Professor Song: "Professor Song couldn't make up such a story to reject me, right?" His tone was very gentle.

Professor Song took out the paper and pen, wrote a few lines of words, and handed it to Qin Wuyi and said, "This is the name and address of that person. You can go back and investigate and see if I lie."

Qin Wuyi seemed a little reluctant to accept it, looked up at Professor Song and said quietly: "I understand what you mean. You won't agree to my invitation. Does this mean that everyone has their own aspirations?"

Professor Song was a little embarrassed and replied: "Public is public, private is private. If we don't involve other things, we will still be good friends."

Qin Wuyi sighed and asked, "How can Professor Song explain to the leader if he wants me to go back?"

Feng Junzi spoke again: "I will teach you the easiest way. Don't explain anything. Just report the story Professor Song just told to the leader intact. Don't worry about the rest. Your leader doesn't want you to kidnap Old Song."

Perhaps in order to ease the depressed atmosphere just now, Professor Song pointed at Zhou Song and joked to Qin Wuyi: "You can bring Boss Zhou back, and he can also be an investor. Boss Zhou is very interested in the land. You didn't invite me, but it can be considered as making up for the investment promotion."

Zhou Song: "I am only interested in residential areas and have no experience in golf courses."

Qin Wuyi: "Our Cultural City has also planned a residential community. If Mr. Zhou is interested, he can also go and have a look. It doesn't matter whether he or she invests or not. Just sign a letter of intent to symbolize it will be considered my work result."

Zhou Song knew that Professor Song was deliberately turning the topic to him, and said, "The current project situation at hand can be cured, I will definitely go to Jianjiang to see." He thought that as long as Hanlin Community can turn around, it would be a good idea to go to Jianjiang to see if there is any chance.

Qin Wuyi smiled reluctantly and said to the three of them: "Everyone has their own ambitions. Professor Song is not interested in Jianjiang, but Mr. Zhou has other visions. Doing knowledge and doing business are different."

Feng Junzi also smiled: "You should know that Professor Song is not interested in cultural parks and golf courses, but Zhou Song is different. He has had great ambitions to get rich since he was a child."

Qin Wuyi: "Is that true? How did Teacher Feng know?"

Feng Junzi put away his smile and said seriously: "I remember when I was a child, their Chinese teacher assigned an essay, the title was "A good person and good deed I did". Zhou Song wrote that he picked up 100 million yuan on the side of the road and packed so many canvas schoolbags."

Qin Wuyi: "What happened later?"

Feng Junzi: "Later? Of course, it was handed over to the police uncle."

Qin Wuyi smiled and turned around and asked Zhou Song: "How did the police uncle praise you?"

Zhou Song replied with a tense face: "Uncle police praised me, okay! What a good boy! We must continue to work hard in the future - pick up more next time." Everyone couldn't help but laughed, diluting a lot of the depressed atmosphere just now.

After dinner, Professor Song sent Qin Wuyi back to the hotel. Zhou Song also wanted to show his gratitude, but was pulled by Feng Junzi. After Professor Song left, Zhou Song asked Feng Junzi: "Is the story Professor Song telling true?"

Feng Junzi looked at the neon lights on the street and said, "The story of human beings is true. As for the story of ghosts, I don't know. Actually, is there any difference?"

Zhou Song: "What are we doing now?"
Chapter completed!