Just as Yang Yi wanted to expose Mr. Qiao's identity, Mr. Qiao suddenly said with a smile: "That... Xiao Yang, it's better if you know my surname is Qiao. Don't say anything to the outside world. Because when I come back this time, my whereabouts have always been very confidential. So... I don't want the outside world to know."

Suddenly hearing what he said, Yang Yi simply asked: "Are you the old Qiao they mentioned?"

Old Qiao couldn't help but be stunned: "Do you understand?"

"I heard it." Yang Yi replied truthfully.

Old Qiao couldn't help but smile: "It seems... they still know?"

Yang Yi looked at him with some confusion: "Why don't you want them to know?"

Old Qiao smiled again, then sighed: "Oh... why should I tell you? Anyway...they are just not satisfied with any kindness."

Therefore, Yang Yi couldn't help but say, "I think you are always reluctant to give up your money, right?"

Old Qiao smiled bitterly: "I am so old, so what else can I bear to bear? But... you are still young, and I have told you some things, but you may not understand?"

Unable to help, Yang Yimeng looked at Mr. Qiao humbly: "Then tell me, let me learn it, it will be successful!"

Suddenly seeing the young man's humble appearance, Old Qiao frowned embarrassedly, and then smiled and said, "Young man, I'm afraid I'll tell you... You may not understand?"

As he said that, Old Qiao couldn't help but change his mind: "By the way, Xiao Yang, how do you know this?"

"Because I heard from a reporter that I am good friends with that reporter." Yang Yi replied truthfully.

When Mr. Qiao heard this, he was stunned and hurriedly said, "Then... Xiao Yang, don't tell your reporter friend! I'm begging you!"

Looking at Mr. Qiao's panic, Yang Yi nodded and said, "Yes! Don't worry, you always have to, I won't talk nonsense! Besides, there is no phone number in our village, so you don't have to worry!"

Suddenly, Old Qiao smiled happily: "That's it, that's it!"

After that, Old Qiao hurriedly asked Yang Yi: "By the way, Xiao Yang, what are you doing?"

Suddenly hearing Mr. Qiao ask this, Yang Yi couldn't help but frown: "I'm from our town government, right? Because I drive for the leader. But... I don't want to do it anymore."

"Why?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm having a quarrel with my leader."

Old Qiao couldn't help but smile: "Xiao Yang, I'm not very good at my age. But... I still advise you that temper is still restrained, so you still have to control it properly. I think... you don't need to have a quarrel with your leader. Because... you are just driving for him after all, you can drive your car well, don't worry about him so much."

As he said that, Mr. Qiao couldn't help asking again: "By the way, Xiao Yang, what is your ideal?"

Suddenly hearing this question, Yang Yi frowned in confusion: "Originally I was... I wanted to be an official, but now I have a quarrel with my leader and I am not in our town government anymore. It seems that it is not possible?"

Hearing Yang Yi's answer, Old Qiao couldn't help but sneer: "I think Xiao Yang, you are quite interesting? But... If you really want to be an official, then I advise you to go back and go back to your town government and admit your mistake to the leader. It's nothing. Because you are a driver now, you still have to learn to endure when you need to."

As he said that, Old Qiao changed the subject: "It is fate that we know each other, so I will give you a few words, which may be helpful to you in the future? Remember, if you really want to be an official... Then you should first let yourself appreciate in your town government. If you appreciate yourself, then you will naturally be promoted. When communicating with your leaders and comrades before, you first ask for the same, and then seek differences..."

When Yang Yi heard this, he hurriedly said, "Wait, what does it mean to ask for the same first and then ask for the differences?"

Mr. Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "It means... you must first find a resonance point. Everyone has a common understanding or consciousness. In this way, the atmosphere will ease up. In this happy atmosphere, if you express your personal opinions or opinions, then maybe everyone will be more likely to accept them. Do you understand?"

"Oh..." Yang Yi responded in a daze, and then asked quickly, "By the way, what are you going to say next?"

"Then listen," said Qiao, "Also, when the leader wants you to do something, you must complete it first, and then do it more perfectly; when you hold meetings and study, you must record it first, then remember it, think about it, and then reminisce it, and then understand it; if you encounter criticism or complaints, you must first solve your mood and then solve the problem; when communicating with the outside world, you must first communicate and then communicate with your heart; and, you must grow first, then succeed; stand first, then stand high, do you understand?"

After hearing Mr. Qiao say this, Yang Yi still nodded in a daze: "Oh. I... almost understand."

Old Qiao smiled happily: "I believe you will understand! I believe you will have this kind of understanding!"

At this time, Yang Yi, a boy, smiled gratefully, and then recalled the little common sense and knowledge he had learned from the books he had read these days, and combined with what Mr. Qiao had just said...

He seemed to have some sudden enlightenment!

...

After a while, Lao Zhoutou finally drove over.

When Lao Zhoutou drove the boat to approach the town dock, he hurriedly mocked Yang Yi: "Oh, isn't this our driver Yang?"

Then, he looked up at Old Qiao standing on the dock in surprise, as if he was a little familiar, but he couldn't say anything...

Old Qiao looked at Old Zhou, nodded and smiled, "Hello, old comrade!"

"Hello, hello!" Old Zhou nodded politely and replied.

At this time, Yang Yi, the boy, politely gestured to Mr. Qiao: "You should get on the boat first!"

Old Qiao smiled slightly, and he was not polite and started boarding the ship...

Then, Yang Yi boarded the ship too.

Later, when Old Zhoutou drove the boat away from the town dock, he looked at Old Qiao in surprise, wondering who this old man was? Why did he seem a little familiar?

After thinking for a while, Old Zhou still couldn't remember anything, but he just felt familiar.

...

Afterwards, after returning to Fairy Village, Yang Yi led Mr. Qiao to his house.

When it was evening, when Yang Yi's parents came back from work in the field, Yang Yi said that Mr. Qiao was one of their leaders.

I heard that it was the leader, Yang Yi's parents were so happy, they were busy killing chickens and fish.

Old Qiao looked at Yang Yi's father and mother's enthusiasm, and he felt embarrassed, so he secretly ran to the kitchen with Yang Yi on his back and stuffed 2,000 yuan for his mother.

Yang Yi's mother looked at him, of course he refused to accept the money.

Because we rural people are born to be hospitable, if we give money, we will be a little disgusted.

Seeing that Yang Yi's mother was unwilling to accept the money, Mr. Qiao felt embarrassed when he felt sorry for this.

In fact, Mr. Qiao also felt that the villagers here were just plain, simple, hospitality, and not lost in the current money society.

As a result, Mr. Qiao was also moved and couldn't help but wonder, what kind of good deeds should be done for this village?

...

Since Yang Yi, his kid doesn't want to go to the town committee yet and doesn't want to face his aunt yet, he has nothing to do for the time being and is just idle.

As a result, the next day, he went to his uncle's house, borrowed a hunting rifle from his cousin, and prepared a hatchet, and led Mr. Qiao up the mountain and rushed to the Fairy Temple.

Because his boy's hunting rifle was scrapped when he saved his sister Jiang Fang last time.

Fairy Temple is the nunnery on Fairy Mountain.

Yang Yi didn’t know what Mr. Qiao was going to the nunnery?

Anyway, he is going to go, so just take him to go.

No matter what, the knowledge that Mr. Qiao taught him has benefited a lot.

Of course, Yang Yi is not a fool, so he can understand it at all.

As for Yang Yi now, he has obviously grown a lot.

Of course, he still seems a little immature, after all, growth also takes a process.

Besides, after all, he was only twenty years old and was spoiled by his parents since he was young, so naturally he didn't grow up so quickly.

...

Originally, Yang Yi thought that Mr. Qiao was not physically strong, and he probably could not reach the top of the mountain after noon, but he didn't know that Mr. Qiao was still strong and like a young man. When he climbed the mountain, he was as light as a swallow.

So it was about to noon and climb to the top of the mountain.

After arriving at the top of the mountain, Old Qiao stood on a huge rock, looking at the beautiful scenery in the wilderness, and couldn't help but sigh happily: "Huh... I finally climbed up!"

Yang Yi couldn't help but turn his head and look at Old Qiao, and he laughed: "You are okay!"

"Oh... it's not okay, it's old!" Old Qiao smiled humbly, "You guys are better, you guys are okay, you guys are carrying a hunting rifle and a hatchet, and you're carrying a big kettle. I didn't expect you guys to be hard at all and didn't stop halfway. That's great!"

Yang Yi laughed and said, "I'm still a big guy. If this doesn't work, then that's all right?"

Old Qiao listened, and happily enjoyed it, and then asked quickly: "By the way, where is the Fairy Temple? Why didn't I see it?"

Yang Yimeng stretched out his finger and pointed to a small hill in front of him: "I will see it when I climbed up that hill."

"Is there anyone in the temple?"
Chapter completed!