surnamed Wang

A month has passed, and the capital still shakes up and down from time to time, and everyone gradually gets used to it.

Just after the first lunar month, Wang Tingquan received a call from his cousin asking him to go to a company for an interview.

Although he had already said hello, he still didn't dare to neglect, and rushed to get dressed early.

After some simple inquiries, I went through the entry process, and I was able to go to work on the same day.

Wang Pingquan was taken to a remote office, where there were two men and one woman, both in their thirties.

In less than half a day, several people got to know each other well. According to them, there were originally five people in the department, and two of them did not come today. One of them was a manager who went out to run business, and the other was about his age and was a high-level relative. Three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.

Wang Gingquan was not surprised by such things, if it were him who went to Dad's company, he would not only be absent from work, he might even molested the little girl.

When it was almost time to get off work, a young man walked into the office staggering on his chicken coop head.

"Young Master Cheng, it's getting dark, why are you still here?" The young man surnamed Yu couldn't help but tease.

"Brother Yu, you don't know me yet, of course you're here for dinner."

After the young man finished speaking, he fell directly on the chair, and only then did he notice the authority over the table.

"Hey, here's a newcomer, are you also an intern?"

Wang Pingquan smiled and nodded.

"My name is Cheng Shao. From now on, we will work in the same office. If you encounter any trouble, just speak up."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the door and whispered:

"My uncle is the vice president, and they are all low-key, low-key."

Wang Gangquan originally thought that "Cheng Shao" was his address, but he didn't expect to be called by this name.

The young man couldn't help but say:

"Don't keep a low profile. You have only been here for three days. The whole company knows that you are a relative of Vice President Zheng's family."

Cheng Shao ignored him, and looked at Wang Gangquan, who was about the same age as him.

"My dear friend, what's your name?"

"King Quanquan."

"Brother Wang, when you and I meet for the first time, there is something that must be made clear first. In this company, you can chase after young and beautiful girls as you like, but only Zhou Xiaotong from the next department can't make up your mind."

Wang Gangquan smiled and said:
"why?"

"We are all young people, there is no need to speak too clearly."

"Oh, what if she took the initiative to talk to me?"

"What are you thinking, she is the school girl of Qingwen University, how could she take the initiative to talk to you?"

After Mr. Cheng finished speaking, he seemed to realize something was wrong and added:

"I mean, she's aloof and always keeps people away."

Seeing his serious expression, Wang Gingquan became interested, touched his chin and said:
"Coincidentally, the fortune teller said that this year, I will have a romantic relationship, and a woman will take the initiative to strike up a conversation just after the first lunar month. Could it be Zhou Xiaohua you mentioned?"

"Brother Wang, you and I are the future pillars of society, how can we believe in such feudal superstitions as fortune-telling?"

"Cheng Shaoshen, we are still in power now, so how can we talk about feudalism? Well, if Zhou Xiaohua takes the initiative to say hello to me, how about treating me to dinner?"

"What if not?"

"Wang is willing to act as Cheng Shao's wingman in the future, riding on the saddle."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The two went to the company cafeteria together, and Cheng Shao was still immersed in his longing for a younger brother, without thinking about anything else.

"Brother Wang, one thing to say, our company's food is quite good."

The young man took a sip of his drink happily, and a figure sat down in front of him.

He raised his head, and was stunned at the beginning, Zhou Xiaotong, who had always been aloof, took the initiative to sit opposite him.

Cheng Shao couldn't believe it. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the woman say:
"Student Wang, you also come here for an internship?"

Wang Gangquan nodded with a smile and said:

"What a coincidence, I happen to have some questions I want to ask Professor Sun, is it convenient for me to visit later?"

"Of course it's convenient. Last time you helped me sort out grandpa's calligraphy and paintings, I haven't had time to thank you yet."

"It's my honor that the price of the old man's calligraphy and painting is worth a thousand gold, and it's not all due to me. Liu Heng helped a lot."

The two were talking and laughing, completely treating others as nothing. Mr. Cheng listened to their conversation as if they were acquaintances, and then he realized that he had been tricked.

He was already thick-skinned, and took the opportunity to interject:
"Hello, colleague Zhou, I work in the same office as Brother Wang."

"Hello."

The woman nodded to him.

Cheng Shao immediately became excited. This was the first time the other party spoke to him.

……

After dinner, Wang Bingquan and Zhou Xiaotong went to Zhou's residence.

After Mr. Zhou passed away, the old lady often locked herself in her husband's study room, staying there for half a day.

Zhou Xiaotong brought Wang Bingquan to grandma, who looked at him with a smile and asked an embarrassing question:

"Young man, are you Xiaotong's boyfriend?"

The old lady is old, her legs and feet are weak, and she often forgets things in her mind. This is a disease of the elderly and there is no cure.

The woman's pretty face turned slightly red, and she explained:

"Grandma, he is my classmate, he came here once a year ago."

"Oh, look at my memory, your boyfriend is that young man surnamed Liu."

"Liu Heng is not my boyfriend... Forget it, let's chat."

Zhou Xiaotong hurried out of the room.

"Young man, what do you want me to do?"

Although the old lady was a little more confused than before, she still had the skills to read people. Wang Gangquan smiled embarrassedly and said:

"I heard that Professor Liu used to teach history, and I would like to ask you a few questions."

Hearing "history", the old lady regained her spirits.

Wang Gangquan took out a few photos from his bag and put them on the table one by one.

"These are the antiques that the younger generation came into contact with recently. They are all about 1000 years old. The records in the literature are not very detailed. The younger generation has no choice but to disturb the senior."

In the photo are the portraits of Liu Heng's family and the glazed cup, in addition to the jar in Hu Liquan's wine cellar.

Wang Qingquan has always felt that these things are related to himself, and finding out the history of that period of time may be able to explain his strange symptoms.

The old lady picked up the photo, looked at it and said:

"Presumably you also know that no matter whether the Millennium Dynasty is placed in the Central Plains or in the whole world, there is no second one.

Due to the long history and several turbulences in the middle, even the imperial court itself could not preserve the complete historical facts.

Not to mention those thieves who stole the country and usurped the throne, distorted the facts by various means, so that black and white were reversed, and loyalty and traitor were exchanged. "

When it comes to his profession, the old man who was a little confused before became very clear.

She put down the photo and took out a thick stack of notes from the bookcase, and continued:
"It stands to reason that it is impossible for a dynasty to exist for such a long time, and the historians have always had a conjecture that cannot be put on the table, saying that the dynasty was blessed by immortals.

Immortals say that it is illusory, and after possessing great strength, mortals can use machinery to move mountains and fill seas, call wind and rain, and even less believe in the immortal who hides his head and shows his tail and never shows the whole picture.

Some discoveries in the archaeological world in recent years also support the possibility that manpower is greater than miracles.

Since I was young, I have been studying the rise and fall of dynasties, including every emperor, every recorded decree, and the records of unofficial history and official history, and finally roughly summed up a rule. "

Speaking of this, the old lady raised her head and said with deep eyes:

"It seems that every time a dynasty goes downhill, there will always be a person who reverses the situation. This person may be an emperor, or a virtuous person, or a reckless, sometimes even a traitor. They can always nip the trend of destruction in the bud .”

... (end of this chapter)