"Well, what does it mean?" Chen Xianbo immediately woke up. If he was not a person worthy of attention, then the other party would definitely not speak in this tone. In terms of the relationship between the two, even if there was a slight resistance and some identity background, he would help him solve it, instead of reminding himself to "kick the iron plate". In fact, this so-called "iron plate" also has some subtle meanings. It is not someone whose position or official position is greater than that of himself, because there are too many people in the demon city. The so-called "iron plate" refers to the kind that he cannot afford to offend with his current identity.

The old Fu over there is not a loss for his accomplice and friend for many years. If it is changed to ordinary people, he will definitely beat him a few. But when facing his old friends, he told him all the time: "If I remember correctly the Yangyi Culture you mentioned, it seems that he had talked to some government leaders in person, and was introduced to us with considerable conditions. When approving some business qualification issues, the General Office of the Government has also notified people.

I said that as long as it does not violate the basic principles, try to release it as soon as possible. Otherwise, you think that just an ordinary cultural company can come up with the new concepts from the past some time, and the animation exhibition you mentioned? The composition competition is a cooperation with Mengya? That is the Magic City Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and Zhenda is a key university directly under the Ministry of Education. It has no strong relationship. Who would pay attention to them? Zhendan University is not a third-rate pheasant school, the kind that is jealous of money."

"So that's it. How could the school protect Yangyi Culture so much after I told the matter? It turned out that there was someone behind me. Actually, I just asked casually if I could help me with it. But it would be better if I knew the specific reason. If it weren't for you, maybe I would have done something wrong." Chen Xianbo said that he planned to talk to Lao Fu and went to the big side to go directly to confront Yang Yi in court. However, with the reminder of his old friend, he naturally could not make that kind of mistake again.

The other party nodded and smiled: "Okay, that's the case, just know, so as not to provoke people you shouldn't mess with. But to be honest, Lao Chen, you are a little too indulgent to your nephew. Even if you take care of your relatives, it's not like this. It will only make him go more and more deviant."

The two have been friends for many years, and they belong to the same camp, so they often gather in private. If there is something at home between the two parties, it is not easy to reveal it outside, but it is unhappy to keep it in their hearts. Occasionally, they will complain to each other through alcohol and complain, and complain. Some people always think that as long as they are officials, there is no close friend who can speak, and they are both interested in each other. This view makes sense, but at the same time there are relatively biased places because as long as they are humans, there are various human emotions. Some emotions have been brewing in their hearts for a long time, and they will always find a way to vent their feelings. So after listening to the other party, Chen Xianbo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know this problem, but the key is that you knew the relationship between my elder sister and me when you were a child. After so many years, I can't let her be cāo for her son..."

"Okay, I know you must be a good person. I won't say it anymore. Please see if you have time this weekend, come to my house for a drink."

After making an appointment with the meeting, Chen Xianbo hung up the phone. Although he understood the whole story after listening to the old friend's explanation, the aggrievance in his heart never dissipated. He also knew his nephew's character and knew that things might not be as simple as Lin Hanwen said. But just like what he said on the phone, even if he just looked at his elder sister's face, he would not turn a blind eye to Lin Hanwen. He always had to take care of it.

He put down the phone. A colleague who had just entered the office during the call, smiled and looked at Chen Xianbo: "What's wrong? I just heard you say on the phone, Yangyi Culture, or something, right? Old Chen, do you know the boss of Yangyi Culture? If you really know me, how about introducing me to meet? If possible, I'll invite you to have a drink this weekend."

Although he is still bored, Chen Xianbo is essentially an official. Officials always have their own sensitivity to some common things. For example, now, the person who says this is the same level as him, and even has more weight in the specific work. When such a person opens his mouth, he actually asks him to recommend him to meet someone from Yangyi Culture. If there is no mystery in this, that would be wrong.

So after looking at his colleague, Chen Xianbo smiled and said nothing: "Why, the boss of Yangyi Culture is very good? I want me to recommend it for you? This is inconspicuous. Actually, it's not too familiar. It's just that some things happened to happen, so I got a little understanding of what you said. They are worthy of Director Wu's relationship?"

The other party smiled and thought it through for a while, then slowly explained: "Although the company has been so prosperous recently, it has nothing to do with our education system. What do I go to make friends with? It is mainly because the boss of Yangyi Culture knows Director Zhou and Director Hou of the Ministry of Education. Haven't you heard of it? It was just that when the Ministry of Education sent someone to attend the seminar on New Concept Compositions in the Ministry of Education, the two old classmates who came here said that it seemed that after the seminar, the two directors had had dinner with the boss of Yangyi Culture. He didn't know anything about it, but I heard that when the director Zhou left, he held someone's hand and kept pulling it from the waiting room to the security check."

"There is such a thing?" Chen Xianbo felt incredible

"Why can't such a thing happen? My old classmate was present in person except for the dinner that night. He saw everything and was suspicious. That's why I wanted you to contact me to see if I could have a little friendship with the other side. If possible, it would be a good thing no matter what."

Chen Xianbo nodded, but was obviously absent-minded. If he was still angry just now, he had completely dispelled the idea of ​​continuing to cause trouble. Although the power of Wenbian and Broadcasting side was greater, it would not affect the education system in the end, but the Ministry of Education was different. Although the ministries and commissions could not interfere with the local government over the local government, if someone at the top of the board of directors and let the limelight come out of the Demon City Education Committee, it would be enough to cause him great trouble.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help it anymore, so he immediately grabbed the phone and called his nephew back: "What have you done by thinking about it? I think the school's handling method is already very good. Are you not satisfied? If someone is dissatisfied, I will tell you Principal Li now, you are not willing to do something else in the earthquake. You can find another job for you. Needless to say, if your school's handling method tomorrow is to ask you to apologize to that student, you will do it meticulously. Do you know? If you don't want to listen to me, don't look for your uncle if you have any problems in the future."

After putting down the phone, Chen Xianbo felt a little more comfortable. He thought that his nephew was very troublesome, and he almost made him mess with the big man in the ministry. If he had time, he must talk to his elder sister, and he couldn't let that kid continue like this anymore.

But Chen Xianbo felt so angry that Lin Hanwen seemed to have seen a ghost in broad daylight, looking at the phone call that was still beating in his hand. He was not a fool. After the initial unknown, he could tell from his uncle's unceremonious words that the energy of the Yangyi culture seemed to have far exceeded the scope he could understand. But if the other party was so powerful, could the anger in his heart still be released? Should he really do what his uncle told me? Wouldn't that become a laughing stock for the whole school?

He couldn't think of any good idea if he didn't do this. At this moment, the cheers from the auditorium made him feel that this summer is so annoying.

The activity of finding Easter eggs is still continuing, and the atmosphere on the scene is getting tense. Just now, no matter whether you know each other or not, they are all anime friends. Now everyone is a bastard who is fighting for Easter eggs with them. Their vigilance is raised to the highest level. In this kind of hot air, the junior high school girl who was hit by Cheng Fang and his friends when entering the venue suddenly felt a surprise and almost turned into a crying yell or it was impossible to tell whether it was a shout or a scream. Then she held a hat in her hand and squatted down, and finally she shook her shoulders and sobbed.

"Damn, another one? What would it be? I seemed to see it as a baseball cap?"

"No, everyone has seen it, okay? The printed on it is Yue Qingqiu's 'Destroy All the Ten Directions' and 'Don't Dream Curse of the Death River'. I'm dizzy. They are two more magical tools, which are more handsome than the characters! You said this girl is crying, but she wouldn't know what she would have become if I was excited for a long time. She would have cried even if she got the advantage."

"Is it so excited? Are you jealous? Is it so nonsense to say to you? It's really a waste of my time."

The crowd around suddenly burst into discussions, and countless complex gazes met at this moment, but in just a moment, these gazes were turned back to their work, and they searched even more crazily.

Cheng Fang has always been not very confident about his luck, because since he was a child, his nickname was Mei Po, not the matchmaker of the matchmaker, but the MILF. So at the beginning of the event, he could be said to be the one who was the least serious and boring in the entire venue. Maybe he was still enthusiastic in the first three minutes, maybe I would come to work from time to time? Cheng Fang thought of this, but after three minutes he immediately became angry, because whether it was a T-shirt or a shoe hat in his hand, the characters on it were exactly what he didn't like the most. The Saint Seiya didn't get the Glacier and got the Pegasus, Youyou Baishu didn't get the Little Hell King and the Grandma Huanhai, the Slam Dunk master didn't find the Immortal Dao, but found the gorilla... After all this, he finally gave up the idea of ​​taking luck.

When he saw that the little girl he had just met before became the third lucky person in the audience, his eyes turned around and immediately leaned forward like those vulgar strangers in later generations: "Hey, girl, are you selling this hat? Is it okay for seniors to spend a hundred yuan?"
Chapter completed!