Chapter 469 [There is a tiger in the heart] (Part 1)

In the early morning, Zhang Yang got up and opened the curtains. Seeing Mr. Qiao in his work clothes squatting in the garden and trimming flowers and trees, looking at Mr. Qiao's back, it was really hard to imagine that this ordinary old man was actually a person who had been dominating the political arena for many years.

The morning light cast a layer of golden light on Mr. Qiao's figure. Zhang Yang never thought that he would have such an opportunity to have such a close contact with this sensational figure.

Old Qiao's eyes were attracted by a flower full of morning dew. He leaned over, as if he wanted to smell the fragrance of flowers, but immediately realized something, turned around and saw Zhang Yang standing in front of the window peeking at him, still wearing a big mask. Old Qiao's sharp eyes penetrated the limited space, as if he had always seen Zhang Yang's heart. Zhang Yang instantly felt that everything was exposed in front of others. He smiled at Old Qiao, Old Qiao nodded, then turned around and continued his work.

After Zhang Yang finished washing up, he came to the garden. Mr. Qiao had just finished trimming the branches and gathered the cut branches in the trash can. He took the initiative to walk towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang greeted respectfully: "Old Qiao, good morning!"

Old Qiao smiled a little and whispered: "Are you better?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Okay!"

Old Qiao said: "Zhong Changsheng is a little more rash." This sentence is equivalent to expressing his apology to Zhang Yang in a tactful manner.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I am still strong in my body, and I can still bear his fists and feet." Zhang Yang's words were somewhat of a slightest bit of a desperate situation. After all, it was already well known that he was kicked by Zhong Changsheng yesterday and vomited blood on the spot.

Old Qiao said: "It's best if you're okay!"

Zhang Yang said: "Old Qiao, prepare for it, I will give you an acupuncture when I look back!"

Old Qiao nodded and said, "I'm ready!"

At the request of Zhang Yang, no one was allowed to be present when he gave Qiao Lao a needle. In Qiao Pengfei's opinion, this guy was a pretentious person, but since everyone respected Zhang Yang's request, he couldn't object.

Old Qiao sat quietly in the room, facing out the window. Although his facial paralysis caused his face to be inconsistent, his expression was still unrestrained, and his eyes had returned to peace and warmth. There was no trace of vigilance or sharpness.

In Zhang Yang's view, Mr. Qiao is like a master who has practiced to the extreme, returning to nature. His sharp edge has long been hidden deep in his heart. If it weren't for the mighty power that he looked down on the world this morning, Zhang Yang would have no idea that this seemingly ordinary old man was Mr. Qiao who had been in power for many years.

Old Qiao had already realized that Zhang Yang was paying attention to everything about him. He smiled and said, "What is there in me that you can pay attention to?"

Zhang Yang said: "Don't Mr. Qiao knows that he is already a legend in the hearts of many people?"

Old Qiao smiled, and his smile made the dissonance on his cheeks more and more obvious. He whispered: "Treat others as gods because he lacks the sense of responsibility for society and puts his hopes on others, rather than thinking about doing things steadily and not having the courage to shoulder responsibilities." He changed his tone and said: "What do you think of me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I think you are quite ordinary!"

Mr. Qiao was obviously stunned for a moment. This was the first time in his life that someone had given him this evaluation. He looked at this ignorant boy and looked forward to his next sentence.

Zhang Yang said: "In the past, I felt that you were unattainable, and it was not an exaggeration to treat you as a god. It was not because I lacked the sense of social responsibility, nor the courage to shoulder my responsibilities. I felt that you were always too far away from me. In politics, you represent the existence of the mountain, and I am just a grass in the valley, and I am admiring you..." The guy paused and said: "I am not flattering, I am seeking truth from facts, and I have something to say."

Old Qiao said: "Say it all!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "But since you always give me timely help, I realized that you are a person who puts the principles of party spirit into practice. You are anxious about what the masses are anxious about and what the masses need. It is so rare that it is to be so big that it is willing to do such a small thing for me, a small person. From the small to the big, I now understand what approachable means."

Old Qiao smiled and said, "You are so good at speaking with your mouth. No wonder you became a deputy department-level cadre at a young age."

When Zhang Yang heard something was wrong, did Qiao always mock him? He hurriedly explained: "Old Qiao, I did it really well."

Old Qiao laughed, he nodded and said, "Don't panic, in fact, everyone likes to listen to flattery. Your flattery is pretty realistic."

When Zhang Yang saw that Mr. Qiao was not really angry, he felt relieved and said respectfully: "Mr. Qiao, will I give you a needle?"

Old Qiao nodded, closed his eyes and whispered: "I'm ready, let's start!"

Zhang Yang opened the needle box, twisted a golden needle, and stood in front of this political figure. Zhang Yang couldn't help feeling a little nervous deep inside. He took a deep breath and was about to move forward to needle him, he suddenly felt a flash of light in the distance. Zhang Yang suddenly turned his head, but saw the reflection coming from the flowers outside.

Zhang Yang did not pull up the curtains. He suddenly realized that someone was monitoring his every move from afar. Old Qiao did not open his eyes, but he heard something from Zhang Yang's movement and whispered: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Yang said, "It's okay!" He walked over and pulled the curtains up.

Old Qiao said calmly: "Maybe Changsheng is monitoring you. He is a person who always forgets his responsibilities."

Zhang Yang said, "I admire responsible people." He came to Old Qiao again, held up his cheek, and whispered: "Relax, one needle will ensure that your old smile will brighten again!"

Old Qiao felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and then an indescribable numbness spread. The muscles on his face trembled involuntarily, and the end of the golden needle could not be beaten as his facial muscles trembled.

Zhang Yang stood calmly in front of Old Qiao, observing the subtle changes in his face. After about five minutes, he gently pulled out the golden needle and smiled and said, "It's okay!"

Mr. Qiao was skeptical about Zhang Yang's words, but when the numbness on his face completely faded, his face felt much more relaxed. He tried to bulge his cheeks, his cheeks were bulging high, and there was no phenomenon of running around anymore.

Zhang Yang handed him the mirror in his hand. Old Qiao raised the mirror and smiled at the mirror. His smile was very symmetrical and his lips were no longer tilted. Old Qiao then reexamined the young man in front of him. He had seen many famous doctors who were good at acupuncture, but he could cure his facial paralysis with one injection, but Zhang Yang was the only one. Old Qiao sincerely praised: "A master of Xinglin!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "No, but you are familiar with it!" This sentence means modest, but the guy's face is full of pride. If he shows this move in front of Mr. Qiao, he will definitely leave a very deep impression on him.

"Thank you!" It's not easy for Mr. Qiao to say these two words.

Zhang Yang said: "Don't go wrong, we're even. You're sending me paper!"

Old Qiao laughed loudly, and he turned around and left the room.

The Qiao family was waiting anxiously outside. When they saw Mr. Qiao walking out in high spirits, they all felt relieved. Although no one witnessed the magic of Zhang Yang's acupuncture, Mr. Qiao's face was as intact as before after receiving acupuncture. This is indeed an indisputable fact. Even Qiao Pengfei had to admit that this kid was indeed very frustrated.

While the Qiao family was very happy about Mr. Qiao's recovery, Zhang Yang had quietly returned to the guest room, packed up his things, and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Qiao Mengyuan gently knocked on his door, but Zhang Yang's door was not closed. He had already heard from the sound of footsteps that it was Qiao Mengyuan, and smiled and said, "The door is not closed, just come in!"

Qiao Mengyuan whispered: "You are leaving?"

Zhang Yang nodded and picked up his travel bag: "Old Qiao's health has recovered. The thing you entrusted me to me has been completed. If you don't leave now, will you have to stay in your house for the rest of your life?"

Qiao Mengyuan said: "Our family is very grateful to you, Zhang Yang, stay for a meal together."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Forget it, I made an appointment with my friend at noon. I always feel restrained at your house. You know, I am used to being casual. Let me pretend to be honest and feel more uncomfortable than letting me go to jail."

Qiao Mengyuan bit her cherry lip: "I'm sorry..." She said this because Zhang Yang was innocently injured by Zhong Changsheng.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "We don't need this sentence. You treat me as a friend, and I treat you as well. I come to treat Mr. Qiao not because of his identity, but because he is your grandfather!"

Qiao Mengyuan is so smart. Zhang Yang shows her through this sentence. She naturally understands that she can't express in her heart. Qiao Mengyuan whispered: "I will cherish you as a friend forever!"

Zhang Yang carried the travel bag and said, "I should stay in Dongjiang for a few days. I finally had a chance to come out and relax. I had a good rest before leaving."

Qiao Mengyuan accompanied him to the living room and said goodbye to her family.

Qiao Zhenliang heard that Zhang Yang was trying his best to keep him.

On the contrary, Old Qiao smiled and said, "Forget it, I feel restrained when I see Zhang Yang staying here, so let's not force him."

Zhang Yang found that the old man had a torched look.

Qiao Zhenliang said with regret: "I still want to ask you to write a piece of calligraphy for me!"

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "Secretary Qiao, I can satisfy this requirement, but I heard that Mr. Qiao's calligraphy is unique, so I took this opportunity to ask Mr. Qiao for a piece of calligraphy."

Old Qiao didn't expect that this kid would take the matter to him and smiled and said, "What do you want me to write?"

Zhang Yang said: "It's not for myself, I want to ask Mr. Qiao to give us a piece of calligraphy to the new Jiangcheng airport!" This is the idea that Zhang Yang had just come up with. Although the new Jiangcheng airport has become a key project in the province, its popularity in Pinghai Province is still not as good as the deep water port in Nancy. If Mr. Qiao is willing to give them a piece of calligraphy, it is equivalent to showing everyone the clear attitude of the Qiao family in the construction of the new airport, which has a huge effect on attracting investment. Zhang Yang's abacus is very smart.

Old Qiao smiled. The young man was indeed a little scheming. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a piece of writing, but you have to have a meal with me before leaving!"

Zhang Yang said respectfully: "One word is certain!"

The whole family gathered in the spacious study. Mr. Qiao dipped it in thick ink and wrote a line of big words on the rice paper. The big roll rose with the wind in one day and soared up to 90,000 miles. This was excerpted from the poem "Above Li Yong" by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. It is extremely in line with the theme of the construction of the new Jiangcheng airport. Mr. Qiao's calligraphy is broad and open, with a sophisticated brushstroke, vigorous and simple, and his attainment in calligraphy is extraordinary. You can see at a glance that Mr. Qiao's calligraphy focuses on the importance of attention and momentum. When talking about the exquisite skills, it may not be comparable to Mr. Tianchi, or even himself. However, if you talk about momentum and artistic conception, it is like a surging river and full of atmosphere. Without his mind and cultivation, you cannot write such momentum.

Zhang Yang sincerely praised: "Good words!"

Old Qiao smiled and said, "I am not afraid of picking up the pen, and I laughed at you!"

Qiao Mengyuan said: "My grandfather rarely gives calligraphy to others. Today, this calligraphy is just used as a medical gift for you!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "The medical fee has been paid long ago!"

Everyone didn't know what was going on. Old Qiao and Zhang Yang looked at each other and laughed at the same time. No one would have thought of Old Qiao giving Zhang Yang a piece of paper before.

After putting away the letter from Mr. Qiao, it was Zhang Yang's turn.
Chapter completed!