Even ordinary college students and many so-called white-collar elites can hardly study such books, let alone let a person who has not received cultural education.
And Zhao Shangang usually has to read these books?
If someone who doesn't understand his personality would definitely think that this black-society leader is just a fierce and fierce black-society leader. He piles up these books in the office just for archways to frame himself. Can he read it?
I'm afraid that the words and sentences cannot be read out in full, let alone learn the knowledge in it.
Even Su Chunfeng, who knew Zhao Shangang's habits, was a little unbelievable: "Shangang, are you reading these books?"
"I haven't been to school, but now I have the conditions but no longer have the opportunity to go to school. I have to read more books when I am free." Zhao Shangang rarely showed a look of embarrassment and said, "Actually, I don't know myself either."
What books should I read? This is all recommended by my brother and Teacher Qian Ming. Moreover, as Teacher Qian Ming said just now, without his help, there are many words and sentences in it that I can't understand..."
"Is it useful?" Su Chunfeng asked seriously.
"Well... it's hard to say." Zhao Shangang smiled and said, "But at least, when we are in contact with people outside, we can say a few words that are a bit cultural, I am
I am very proud of my face, and I am not willing to make people keep saying that we are an uneducated and rough man, and it is not harmful to live and learn until we are old."
Qian Ming couldn't help but smile and said, "A few days ago, Mr. Zhao met a foreigner when he went to the provincial capital. Chunfeng, guess what?"
"how?"
"President Zhao took the initiative to chat with people in English. The two had a good conversation. President Zhao even invited someone to dinner and left each other business cards, saying that he would always contact him in the future..."
Su Chunfeng couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "Shan Gang, you can do it."
"Don't listen to him." Zhao Shangang said happily: "The foreigner is German and his English is just half a knife... At that time, I happened to take Teacher Qian with me. At first, I felt that my English level was good.
As a result, Teacher Qian told me afterward that the foreigner was not very good at English and could barely communicate."
"That's not easy either." Su Chunfeng exclaimed.
"Yes." Qian Ming said: "It's not long since I learned it, and I can communicate with people in English. To be honest, although I am an English teacher in high school, I have never communicated with foreigners in English, so I don't even have any more people in English.
I can guarantee that I can speak naturally and smoothly in that situation.”
As soon as we got to chat, Zhao Shangang's cell phone rang.
He took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID, and smiled and said, "That guy Zhichao called." As he said, he pressed the answer button and attached it to his ear. After a few simple words, he agreed, "It just happened to be Chunfeng.
Here, we will go over later..." Putting the phone in my pocket, Zhao Shangang smiled and said, "Chunfeng, do you have time?"
"how?"
"Zhichao invites us to come and have tea."
"Isn't this nonsense? When did he have this taste?" Su Chunfeng stood up with a smile and said, "Let's go, go to his company?"
"Teahouse." Zhao Shangang laughed loudly and called Qian Ming to go together. While holding Su Chunfeng's shoulder, he said, "You really wronged Zhichao. The first thing to do about tea was to put on my pig's nose and put on a big onion in my pig's nose.
I pretended to be elephant, I have been there a few times alone, but I actually just wanted to pretend to be elegant, oh, just like you said to play and taste it. Later, I felt that drinking tea in a teahouse was really good, so I would occasionally take my brothers to sit there and drink
Two pots of tea.”
Su Chunfeng asked, "How is it a good method?"
"I can't say it, haha!"
Nympho
There are many people drinking tea in the north, but few people drink tea in teahouses. So these days, in most cities in the north, especially in some second- and third-tier cities, it is difficult to find a place where you can sit down and enjoy it slowly.
Teahouses, so-called tea houses and tea shops, only sell all kinds of tea leaves, that's all.
It is a coincidence that there is a teahouse in Pingyang City.
The name is very vulgar. Jinming Teahouse is located on the Trade Road near the North Ring Road. It is a two-story building with a construction area not small. It is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings with ancient style, with blue bricks and red tiles, flying eaves and tassels, painted in dark red
The interior of the teahouse is also filled with classical wooden tables and chairs, with dark wooden floors, and even the indoor stairs are made of wooden. It can be imagined that the owner of the teahouse should have been very many.
I have to worry about this, probably thinking about building the teahouse into a quaint and high-consumption place that is exclusively for meeting the spiritual pursuit of the rich. But unfortunately... the teahouse is operating poorly, and later the boss had to rent it to the store at a low price.
A professor who retired from a provincial capital university is used to spend some time in an ordinary teahouse where he has nothing to do, and also sells tea.
The business situation is still not very good, I can barely live a life.
The teahouse is not far from Shangang Earthwork Engineering Co., Ltd., only 200 to 300 meters away, so the three of them walked over without driving, chatting and laughing.
Li Zhichao drove and had already arrived at the private room on the second floor to wait for them.
Through the wooden windows in the private room, you can see the rippling lakes in Beiyuan Park behind the building, and the weeping willows that have not yet withered yet still have thick green color.
"Zhichao, you guys are changing their guns now, and your taste is getting higher and higher..." Su Chunfeng quipped as soon as he entered the door.
"Oh hey!" Li Zhichao quickly stood up and said in surprise: "Isn't this a talented man who studied at Beijing University, the eldest son of Wantongliu General Family? What gusts of wind blow you? Lucky, I'll be lucky... Wait...
I took a closer look and saw that this suit and tie was in a tie. I thought that Brother Shan Gang had invited a big star to the teahouse for tea. Let's sign a name for us?"
Su Chunfeng laughed and scolded: "Get out!"
"You won't call me when you come back. You're so nice!" Li Zhichao blamed him.
"I'm just back this morning, okay?"
Zhao Shangang asked with a smile: "Zhichao, what you mean is to blame Chunfeng for going to find me after he came back from the capital, but didn't go to find you first, right?"
"Okay, mine is not, I'll be fined!" Li Zhichao laughed and waved his hand and said, "Boss, serve us tea, the old rules...Bi Luochun!"
A faint response came from the downstairs outside: "Wait!"
More than ten o'clock in the morning.
The teahouse with poor business conditions is deserted.
Only the guests in this elegant room - they are regular guests of Jinming Teahouse.
Maybe it's because the teahouse is not in good condition and there is no high income. Feng Pingyao, the old professor who retired from the provincial capital university and worked as a daily entertainment, and worked with his wife as both a boss and a friend, but
I am reluctant to hire one or two service staff who make tea and water.
After a while, Professor Feng, who was wearing dark training clothes and was thin and not tall, walked in with tea leaves.
On the dark brown wooden Eight Immortals table, there is a ready-made white glazed ceramic tea set, and an induction cooker for boiling water and a bucket of mineral water on the side of the window. It is a very ordinary thing, but nothing special.
Professor Feng boils water and makes tea...
The process is still very ordinary and has no characteristics.
The indescribable temperament revealed by Professor Feng, who was covered in silver silk, would make people calm down for no reason. Seeing him finish these things seriously and meticulously, smelling the piping of Niao Niao gradually spread
The elegant tea fragrance in the room then feels like a hidden aura in the pavilion by a quiet lake between green mountains and green waters.
After a pot of tea was brewed, Professor Feng said in a light tone: "You can brew three bubbles, then change the tea leaves, and then call me."
"Hey, Mr. Feng, you are busy." Zhao Shangang stood up respectfully and said.
Professor Feng was not polite, as if he was taken for granted by Zhao Shangang's respect. He actually nodded slightly and turned away. However, when he turned around, his eyes deliberately or unintentionally glanced at Su Chunfeng, and his seemingly turbid eyes.
A flash of elegance flashed inside, and stopped and smiled, "Are you Su Chunfeng, who was admitted to the Peking University in Pingyang City?"
"You old, do you recognize me?" Su Chunfeng was surprised, and stood up with a slight respectful look.
On the way before he came, he heard Zhao Shangang deliberately tell the story of the teahouse owner who was a professor at the provincial capital university, and Zhao Shangang respected this knowledgeable old man very much. Similarly, Su Chunfeng also respected this person who just entered.
The old man who didn't pay attention to the teahouse was not only because the other person was a professor, nor because the other person was older, but because the old man's temperament, to be precise, was aura, which made him extremely well-cultivated.
The sorcerer Su Chunfeng knew very well that this was an old man with profound attainments in Chinese studies, a great scholar, and a respected person in life. Therefore, he could understand the truth of heaven, earth and man, have a righteous spirit and burst out with external factors.
Then, then
"Your friend is loud. I heard him tell you your identity downstairs just now." Feng Pingyao said lightly: "It is a blessing to be able to study at Peking University. You are also the pride of our Pingyang.
You need to know how to apply what you have learned, and learn to be kind... As you are, it is better to have less contact with friends like Mr. Zhao. In addition, since you are talented and talented, whether you are a scholar, an official, or a businessman in the future, you will rely on
If you study at Peking University, you can realize your ambitions. As for things that are apart from others, there is no need to practice, and there is no benefit."
Su Chunfeng felt a stern in his heart and bowed and said, "Thank you for your teachings by the old man."
Feng Pingyao walked out, as if he hadn't said anything.
"This old man is so weird. How can he be a boss or a friend?" Li Zhichao muttered indignation: "No wonder his shop is often deserted and has no customers, and even if there are customers, he has to be driven away by his attitude.
I ran away, thanks to Brother Shan Gang's spirit and didn't have the same knowledge as this old man... If Brother Shan Gang hadn't been to come here for tea, we have this only teahouse in Pingyang City, so I wouldn't have come here."
Zhao Shangang didn't care about Feng Pingyao's words just now. He smiled and said, "Only those who are capable are qualified to teach others. The old professor is a teacher. He will probably be used to educating people in this life."
Su Chunfeng nodded and said, "Shan Gang, this old man has prejudice against you, why do you still like to come here?"
"Get some literary spirit!" Zhao Shangang said very vulgarly.
Su Chunfeng couldn't help but smile, but he knew in his heart that Zhao Shangang's casual joke might not take it seriously, let alone know. In fact, he was really right - he often drank Feng Pingyao
The tea that a master of knowledgeable scholars can definitely be brewed seriously can definitely be affected by the so-called "cultural atmosphere". Moreover, Su Chunfeng knew that Feng Pingyao had just advised him that there was no need to practice the things that were left-minded and had no benefit. In fact, the meaning was not to warn him.
Don’t learn the skills and ways of dealing with people like Zhao Shangang, but... Feng Pingyao knew him and learned magic!
There are magic tricks.
There is a Taoist gate.
Literature has literature and literature.
The ultimate truth of pursuing things to gain knowledge!
The righteous spirit of writing is carried out in the Tao!
Nympho
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