As we all know, killing people is also a technical job.

The lowest form of killing is to use acquaintances as mines, and the non-renewable resources will be wiped out all of a sudden.

Medium ripeness is achieved by cutting the leeks once, and then you can cut them again after waiting for a while.

The best way to kill an acquaintance is to ask an acquaintance to beg you to "kill" him. It seems that if you don't kill him, you are not giving him face.

Li Jianghe left the office and thought for a long time, feeling that it was time to let his friends shed some blood.

And whoever has the most "blood volume" will be clear when giving up martial arts.

Especially Wu Shiqing himself gave the handle to Li Jianghe a few weeks ago.

That mysterious woman I met by chance.

The princes, princes and grandsons are chasing after each other, the green pearls are weeping and the scarves are on their heads.

As soon as Hou Men fell into the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

However, it is worth mentioning the background of this poem: Cui Jiao, who was still a scholar, fell in love with a beautiful maid of his aunt, but this maid was later sold to a dignitary at the time named Yu Di. Cui Jiao has never forgotten this maid.

, and I did have memories.

During a cold meal, the maid accidentally went out and met Cui Jiao. Cui Jiao had mixed feelings and wrote the above song "Gift to the maid".

Later, when Yu Di read this poem, he asked Cui Jiao to take the maid away, and it became a good story.

For Wu Shiqing, it is quite difficult for him to become a legend.

After all, in the eyes of the old man, if you enjoy the benefits provided by the family, then you must contribute to the family no matter what.

Although a wealthy family has fewer rules than a "waiting door" family, there are inevitable constraints on life-long events.

If his elders knew that Wu Shiqing, the hidden beauty in the golden house, was going to marry a well-known matchmaker, it would be very exciting.

However, Li Jianghe, who is familiar with "Emotional Intelligence", knows that the more this happens, the less likely he is to go to Wu Shiqing.

Otherwise, it would be a bit of a threat.

That wouldn't be beautiful.

So Li Jianghe had been waiting for Wu Shiqing to find him. After all, if he broke the news, Wu Shiqing would definitely react.

He made some insinuations about Chai Yibin and found that even Lao Chai knew nothing about Wu Shiqing. Li Jianghe understood that Wu Shiqing was sincere about this matter.

There is something Li Jianghe has been holding back for a long time, and he must ask Wu Shiqing the next time he sees him.

"Aren't you going to practice Taoism and become an immortal? Is it possible that you also want to practice Happy Zen?"

Having passed the pass, Li Jianghe asked Qi Hanyuan to transfer the money from the milk tea shop's account to the cultural park, and then drove back to school.

The neon lights are flashing, and you can barely drive a few meters to see the fenced-in construction sites, some of which are still under construction at night.

A glimpse reveals the whole leopard, and repeated plots are being played out one after another across the country.

The change is happening unconsciously.

No one could have imagined that the Orient Express would rush out of the valley so fast.

And all this is just a "revival".

Just like what this ancient empire once experienced, after all, five generations later, it was the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

But at this time, Manager Yuantai's face didn't look good.

Looking at the Yingtian local news report on the Mo Ke generation, he vaguely felt that something went wrong, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

Because if the data in Yingtian Evening News is true, then the market feedback from Mo Ke Generation can be said to be serious and good.

However, judging from his thinking and "research" results, the sales volume of Mo Ke Generation should not be so high!

"It's strange." Mrs. Yuan couldn't stop pacing in the hotel room, "It's strange."

"Manager", there is a knock on the door outside the house.

Manager Yuantai went to open the door, "Oh, Xiao Gao, what's going on?"

"You asked me to remind you before that today is the day to give a summary to the headquarters," the male secretary said.

"Oh, that's right." Manager Yuantai slapped his forehead, "Okay, you go ahead and check out the land suitable for building a factory. I want to write a report."

After the secretary left, Manager Yuantai opened his laptop and started typing on the keyboard to write a summary email.

Manager Yuantai didn't have time to think about the problem of wrong speculation, but he knew that he definitely couldn't reflect his wrong guess in the report.

He only talked about his own survey results and highlighted his efforts. However, regarding the market feedback that Mo Ke exceeded expectations, Manager Yuantai made a bold guess: the data was falsified.

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Friendship parties, as a characteristic product of a specific era and location, are quite popular among college students at this time.

Although he didn't often go to meetings or do much work, Li Jianghe, as a member of the organizer's student union, used his privileges and came over to watch when the venue was being decorated.

God knows how much he wanted to kill this "minister" when he saw Li Jianghe sitting on the table chatting with Jin Borong and Yao Ziyue who was putting up colorful strips with all his heart.

The content is mainly about dancing.

Ballroom dances may have disappeared on college campuses now, but at the time, they were a force that should not be underestimated.

Xu was recalling his youthful days. The teacher in charge of event review waved his hand and not only approved the prom proposal, but also provided financial support that exceeded expectations.

"Jiang He, can you dance?" Jin Borong asked enthusiastically.

"No", Li Jianghe shook his head honestly.

"To be honest, if it weren't for money that can't be faked, I would really doubt your second-generation status." Jin Borong shook his head: "We like to play, but you really don't touch any of them."

In Jin Borong's view, the second generation of rich people can be serious and progressive, but they should not be unable to "play".

"Hey, don't say that, you just want to teach me." Li Jianghe had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered that he should also dance with Ruan Xiang.

"Music!" Jin Borong was not humble and snapped his fingers.

Slightly cheerful music played, and Jin Borong showed off his superb dancing skills and his inability to face Li Jianghe.

"I'm not saying that you will never have the chance to dance in this life." Jin Borong lowered his head to look at his leather shoes that had been stepped on countless times, with a sad tone.

"This is... an accident to me, an accident," Li Jianghe wondered.

Why is it that my physical coordination is obviously not bad, but I just can't keep up with Jin Borong's rhythm.

"Fortunately, you already have a girlfriend, otherwise you would definitely not be able to dance, oh no, it's possible." Jin Borong complained: "It's really a strategy to strike up a conversation by trampling on others.

"

"It's almost done," Li Jianghe said depressedly, "I really didn't do it on purpose."

"Forget it, that's it already," Jin Borong said, "I'll teach you a little more."

Looking at his ministers and chairman "dancing", and then at himself doing his job, Yao Ziyue really wanted to ask God what sin he had done to deserve such punishment.

"Third brother, you came early enough." Wang Yunli looked at Li Jianghe who was acting as a welcome guest.

"Are you wearing cologne?" Li Jianghe asked, twitching his nose and smelling the scent.

"Hey, my nose is so good." Wang Yunli raised his arm to smell himself.

"It's not that I have a good nose, your smell can carry the wind for ten miles," Li Jianghe said helplessly.

Wang Yunli stood next to Li Jianghe: "Don't say that I, the dormitory chief, Lao Guo, they all sprayed. This is called a sense of ceremony! Third brother, don't say that you didn't prepare anything."

Well, remembering his experience of practicing ballroom dancing all afternoon, Li Jianghe felt a little guilty when he laughed at Wang Yunli.

At this moment, Li Jianghe saw more than one slutty young man wearing black leather shoes and a small suit entering the dance venue.

Li Jianghe himself is also carefully dressed, with an open-collar shirt, which is a fashion.

Just like an old thief said in a book: "Among the boys in Bianda University, there is a strangely popular style of taking roughness as beauty, and the representative is Qiao Feng. Most boys don't want to dress more delicately, but

Under the premise that this kind of rough beauty has become the mainstream fashion in Bianda, you can dress a little sloppily without thinking."

This is not only true of Bian University, which refers to Peking University, but also of Yingda University.

In other words, most universities are like this at this time.

There are no later A-cone hipster boys, only those young people who regard wearing slippers to class in the summer as free and easy.

To be honest, Li Jianghe was troubled by everyone's habit in the summer.

There were several times when Li Jianghe lowered his head to pick up a pen, he was troubled by the fact that he had a nose.

And these free and easy young people are not at all envious of those exquisite boys with shiny back hair and a wardrobe comparable to girls, but most of the time, they will say adamantly: "It's so stinky!"

After a while, the main force from dormitory 305 arrived.

Li Jianghe's nose was already dizzy with various fragrances.

They probably also realized that hairbands are not suitable for everyone. These people gave up the decoration of hairbands, and only Guo Ce wore it. But let alone, he really has a taste for wearing this.

"Come in quickly, there are snacks too," Li Jianghe said with a smile.

"Third brother, you are an unprofessional receptionist. You didn't even say please." Guo Ce shook his head.

"I didn't kick you in because my professionalism was at work." Li Jianghe pretended to lift up his golden right leg and drove a few people in.
To be continued...