It’s almost nine o’clock, the monthly ticket is 387, and it’s still 8 fares to add 395. Pandas will write, if it doesn’t reach 395 before 12 o’clock, then there will be no updates today. Well, Pandas can also be easily ordered.
While Shangguan Nengren was in love with his family, it was very lively in front of a villa in the western suburbs, with people coming and going, and cars coming and going.
There are more than twenty cars parked in front of the villa, some of which are more expensive, while others are very ordinary. However, these ordinary license plates are unique and can only be recognized by those who know the goods. These license plates can only be used by the leaders of the municipal party committee and municipal government.
Many big backs in suits and ties walked into the villa one after another, with almost flattering smiles on their faces, and gave gifts one after another.
For everyone who comes here today, everything today can even determine their future destiny.
It's not an exaggeration. If you know what day it is, you won't feel exaggerated at all.
Today is the 70th birthday of the father of the North China Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Although this old man has retired for many years, he was once a general of the provincial party committee. Now the provincial party secretary is the old man's favorite student. Let's go further, this old man and Beijing
Some old monsters in the country also have considerable friendships, and they are extremely powerful in this acre of three-point land in North China.
All those who came to celebrate their birthday today were one purpose, approached the municipal party secretary, firmly supported the leadership of the municipal party secretary, united with the municipal party secretary, and devoted themselves to the four modernizations of socialism until they died.
And those who were not present today...
On the second floor of the villa, an energetic 70-year-old man was wearing a black Zhongshan suit and custom leather shoes without brand names. He was sitting on a mahogany chair and chatting and laughing with an old man in his 70s beside him.
Compared to the old man in Zhongshan suit, this old man looks very alternative, with his head and hair and beard all over his back, white martial arts uniform, white auspicious cloud cloth shoes, and a white pipe in his mouth, spitting out clouds and mist.
At first glance, the old man couldn't see anyone when it was snowing, so it was too white.
Neither of these two old men are ordinary people. The old man in Zhongshan dress is the protagonist today. The father of the municipal party secretary Zhang Mingyuan, Zhang Hai, former provincial party committee member Dayuan, who is in his seventies. At the same time, he is also Zhang Tingting's biological grandfather.
Although the other old man with white body does not have such a prominent background, he is famous in the antique collection industry and is respected as the number one antique in China - Feng Zhizhi.
Feng Zhizhi is from the capital. This time he came to North China to celebrate his birthday with his old friend Zhang Hai. He knew that Zhang Hai liked bottle antiques. This time he carefully prepared a Tang Sancai to congratulate his old friend Zhang Hai on his seventies.
"Old Zhang, your birthday is very lively. It seems that your son is not a good-looking guy!" Feng Zhizhi and Zhang Hai have been old friends for many years, so they don't have to worry about speaking, just like two ordinary old men.
Say whatever you say.
"Hmph! This little brat was also a elm-headed man back then, otherwise he would have been just a leader of the municipal party committee. He went to the provincial party committee a few years ago." Zhang Hai looked unhappy when talking about his son.
"Haha, don't you talk about your son? You were the leader of the provincial party committee until the end of the day, but the second-in-command! I think your son is better than you in the future." Feng Zhizhi quipped.
"Nonsense!" Zhang Hai blew his beard and glared: "I have helped him pave so many roads. If he climbed, it would be better than me. I will beat him to death!"
"Look at you, how old you are, your temper is still the same as before." Feng Zhizhi smiled, spit out the smoke rings, and said, "Unknown to you, you are seventy, remember when we met you, you were still with me.
What about labor reform in Xishan labor reform site!”
"Don't you tell me less, aren't you going to work hard?" Recalling the past, Zhang Hai sighed with emotion: "That year I was less than 30 years old, and you were just in your early thirties. In a blink of an eye, forty years have passed like this!
Now.”
"Yes! Xiaofang, who was ruined by your kid, has become an old woman. I wonder how she has been in these years?" Feng Zhizhi looked reminiscent.
"Bah! Xiaofang has long been my wife. Please stop beating my wife!" Zhang Hai was furious.
"Ah? Xiaofang is your wife? I remember that Xiaofang seemed to hate you very much, but she liked me very much. Why did she follow you in the end?" Feng Zhizhi was very surprised and puzzled.
"Nonsense!" When talking about Xiaofang, Zhang Hai looked proud: "That's the case for women. When you didn't get to her, she would hate you to death, but if you get to her, she would follow you in everything.
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"You... are you so dirty!" Feng Zhizhi was so angry that his whole body trembled: "No wonder Xiaofang suddenly ignored me in the year before I left, it turned out..."
"Hehe, that's right, Xiaofang had already gotten along with me that year, how could he pay attention to you?" Zhang Haide looked so excited that Feng Zhizhi wanted to kick him in the face with a big foot.
"Beast! If I had known that you were such a person, I should have put Xiaofang on first and let you eat my leftovers."
"Go to play with your eggs! You had three children at that time, and you still snatched your wife from me? Old scum!"
"Hehe, but at that time my wife and children were in my hometown! It's a man! If there are no women around me, you can do it appropriately."
"Hmph! Thanks to Xiaofang following me in advance, otherwise you would have been ruined by you, the old scumbag, and you would not be able to give you a reputation. Xiaofang would have been ruined by you in this life."
"Hahaha, you can see clearly." Feng Zhizhi laughed loudly, and Zhang Hai laughed too. They were all people who stepped into the coffin with one leg. They talked about the ridiculous things when they were young, which was a bit funny.
"Serious." Feng Zhizhi's face changed to seriousness: "Why didn't I see Xiaofang this time? Could it be..."
Seeing Feng Zhizhi's face, Zhang Hai's mouth was filled with a hint of bitterness: "I've been leaving... for two years."
"Two years...?" A trace of sadness flashed in Feng Zhizhi's eyes: "Is that so! Xiaofang has left! Think about it now, Xiaofang was the most beautiful woman in the village at that time, and she followed you.
It's not a loss in life."
"Haha, that's right, when I left, Xiaofang held my hand and kept laughing! She said that she had never lived in vain in her life, and she was content." Zhang Hai laughed with tears.
After a long silence, a crisp and pleasant voice broke the silence.
"Grandpa, I'm here!" The door was opened, and Zhang Tingting walked in with a bottle.
When Zhang Hai saw Zhang Tingting, he immediately smiled: "Tingting is here! Oh? This is not a gift from Tingting to grandpa, right?"
Zhang Tingting smiled and said, "Of course, this is something that people finally bought!"
After saying that, Zhang Tingting also saw Feng Zhizhi, with a hint of confusion on her face: "Grandpa, who is this old man?"
"Oh, he!" Zhang Hai smiled and said, "You call Grandpa Feng!"
"Oh! OK!" Feng Zhizhi looked at Zhang Tingting, but his eyes were a little dazed, and he murmured: "It looks! It looks so much!"
Zhang Tingting blinked: "Grandpa Feng, what do you think you look like?"
Feng Zhizhi came to his senses, glanced at Zhang Hai, and laughed at Zhang Tingting, "Your name is Tingting, right?"
"Yes." Zhang Tingting nodded: "Grandpa Feng, you have a Beijing accent! Why do anyone look very similar to me?"
Zhang Tingting is smart and seems to have guessed something.
"Haha, yes! You look exactly the same as your grandma when she was young, but your grandma was much more rustic than you when she was young!" Feng Zhizhi smiled and smiled.
"So Grandpa Feng knows my grandma!" Zhang Tingting smiled: "I have also seen photos of grandma when she was young. We look quite like them, but my chin is a little sharper than grandma, and I look better than grandma."
"Hahaha..., yes! You look better." Feng Zhizhi laughed.
Zhang Hai smiled and looked at Zhang Tingting with a pampered face. Perhaps because Zhang Tingting looks the most like her dead wife, Zhang Hai loved Zhang Tingting very much since she was a child, but Zhang Tingting was loved by the whole family, but she was still kind and lively without those spoiled people.
The lady's bad temper made Zhang Hai particularly proud.
"Tingting, this is a plum vase in Cizhou kiln!" Zhang Hai was quite aware of the goods. When he saw the plum vase in Zhang Tingting's hand, his eyes lit up.
"Hehe, yes!" Zhang Tingting sent the plum bottle to Zhang Hai and smiled sweetly: "Grandpa, I wish you a blessing like the East China Sea, a long life longer than the South Mountain, and a happy birthday."
"Haha, okay, with Tingting's words, grandpa's birthday is worth it." Zhang Hai couldn't stop smiling, took the plum bottle, and couldn't put it down.
It’s not that I really like the plum bottle so much, but because this plum bottle is a birthday gift from my favorite granddaughter, Zhang Hai plans to use it as a family heirloom...
"Huh?" Before Zhang Hai was happy for a long time, Feng Zhizhi saw the plum bottle and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Old Zhang, can you show me this plum bottle?"
"What are you doing?" Zhang Hai protected the plum bottle to his side and glared: "This is my baby granddaughter's birthday gift, I won't show you."
"Grandpa, you are so good." Zhang Tingting was so funny that she was so funny that she was so funny that she was like a child.
Feng Zhizhi looked funny: "You old boy, can I still steal your plum vase? I'm afraid you will use fakes as a family heirloom."
"What!?" Zhang Hai was furious.
"Fake!?" Zhang Tingting was stunned.
Zhang Hai took the plum bottle in front of him, looked over and over again, touched several key parts with his hands, and looked at Feng Zhizhi with a slight look of anger, looking at Feng Zhizhi with a look of suspicion: "Old Feng, you won't cheat me, right! I see
This plum vase is right!”
Feng Zhizhi shook his head: "Although your eyes are okay, they are still far from the top domestic appraisers! I looked at this plum vase at first glance, but I took a closer look and it seemed that something was wrong.
I can't tell you if I get started. Let me show you first, so I can save Tingting's intentions and do bad things with kindness."
Zhang Tingting's face turned a little pale: "How could it be? I bought this plum bottle in Qibaozhai, how could there be fakes there!"
Seeing Zhang Tingting's face look ugly, Feng Zhizhi hurriedly comforted: "Tingting, don't worry first. Maybe Grandpa Feng has misread it. Besides, the antiques are the things that are amazing. Even the appraiser is still going to be a slap. Wait until Grandpa Feng takes a look first.
Let's talk about it afterwards."
"Old Feng, don't scare my granddaughter, otherwise I will let you walk to the train station and wait for the bus when you are hungry!" Zhang Hai was eager to protect his granddaughter. Although he knew that Feng Zhizhi was kind, he still couldn't help but threaten him.
Feng Zhizhi smiled bitterly: "You old boy, you are so lucky. I will be unlucky when you meet you. Let's show me first!"
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