Reborn My 1993

Chapter 191

"Mingzi, why did you come here? Secretary Zeng has come to see you several times!"

As soon as Zhang Yiming came over, Ma Jun leaned over and said anxiously.

He has been staring at the gate of the stadium for a long time. Zhang Yiming is usually very active in this kind of thing, but today he has not arrived, and Ma Jun's heart is in a hurry.

"Didn't we gather at eight o'clock, and I'm not late!"

Zhang Yiming was not in a hurry, he had anticipated this situation before he came.

"Hurry up, Secretary Zeng's face is turning green, I haven't seen Secretary Zeng lose his temper yet!"

Thinking of the look in Zeng Ji's eyes when he came to look for Zhang Yiming, Ma Jun couldn't help his calf bulging.

"Zhang Yiming, hurry to the host stage, Secretary Zeng is looking for you!"

When Baoya Yang saw Zhang Yiming, he also urged him. Baoya Yang didn't know what happened, but like Ma Jun, he could see that Zeng Ji was in a bad mood.

"Understood, Teacher Yang."

Zhang Yiming agreed.

"Naruko, is everything going to be okay?"

"What's the matter, Secretary Zeng can still eat people, that's all right, you help me carry the bag, I'll go over."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Need not."

After speaking, Zhang Yiming walked towards the host platform in the main venue.

The wind last night was really too strong, and the banners and display racks that were tied yesterday were blown up and down, and many of the spray-painted cloths had their horns flying off, but the situation was not too serious, as long as it was reinforced again, but not all Advertising can survive.

"Zhang Yiming, what's going on?"

From far away, Zeng Ji saw Zhang Yiming, couldn't wait for Zhang Yiming to come to him, and ran down the steps of the presiding stage with a thump, and was more than two meters away from Zhang Yiming, Zeng Ji couldn't help but speak .

There was a strong wind last night, and Zeng Ji was worried about problems on the sports field, so he deliberately came half an hour early, but he was really afraid of what happened. The advertisements that were hung yesterday were all blown up beyond recognition, but he walked all the way and saw these advertisements Although he was staggered by the blow, the problem was not too big, Zeng Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath reached his throat, he was strangled by the neck.

The spray-painted cloth with the slogans and advertisements of the telecommunications company was gone.

He almost ran over and found that there was still a part of the nylon rope tied with the spray-painted cloth on the iron hook, but the spray-painted cloth had disappeared. He walked around the host platform of the main venue three times, but nothing turn up.

Why are all the other inkjet cloths there, but only the advertisements of the telecommunications company are missing?
He just called Zhao Guangming last night, and Zhao Guangming also hinted to him that his wife's business is basically settled, and he can go to the telecommunications company to go to work when he finds time in the past few days. He also received unprecedented gentle encouragement from his wife. It was like reliving the wedding night in the bridal chamber, and the man's glory was unprecedentedly publicized.

As a result, early in the morning, God sent him back to hell, and Zeng Ji was almost mad.

"Secretary Zeng, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter, you see for yourself, why the other advertisements are fine, but the advertisements of the telecommunications company are gone, what's going on, please tell me clearly."

Zeng Ji pointed at the blank space behind him, his voice became hoarse from excitement, and his fingers trembled.

"Secretary Zeng, I don't know about this. These advertisements are all tied together. You saw it yesterday. How about I look around and see if it's blown to the side."

"I've already searched for whatever I'm looking for, and there's not even a shadow. Zhang Yiming, are you?"

Zeng Ji wanted to say whether Zhang Yiming did it on purpose, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he had no teacher's morality and a little bit of a villain.

"Secretary Zeng, I really don't know what's going on. If you don't believe me, call the students who installed the inkjet cloth with me yesterday and ask them."

Zhang Yiming looked directly at Zeng Ji, his eyes didn't dodge in the slightest, but Zhang Yiming's performance made Zeng Ji's heart shake.

What Zhang Yiming said is right, he also saw the spray-painted cloth yesterday, and it hung well, and Zhang Yiming and Zhao Guangming have no enmity, and even Manager Wang agrees, Zhang Yiming can't play tricks at all, is this really true? God wants to punish him?

At this moment, Zeng Ji had ten thousand muddy horses galloping past.

"Secretary Zeng, in this case, I'll go around the neighborhood again, maybe I can find it, and if I can't find it, I'll think of another way."

Zhang Yiming expressed his sincerity, and the suspicion in Zeng Ji's heart faded away.

"That's the only way to go. Then go and look for it. If you can't find it, forget it. The school celebration will officially start at 09:30. Don't be late."

Zeng Ji's anger was replaced by bad luck, and he gave Zhang Yiming a listless order.

"I see, Secretary Zeng, then I'll look for it."

Zeng Ji waved his hand, and his eyes fell on the empty advertising space again.

He could almost foresee that his wife's reaction when she found out about today's incident would be success and Zhao Guangming and failure.

On the other side, Zhang Yiming slowly walked around the high platform below the main venue, and turned behind the concrete stands. After walking about 200 meters, Zhang Yiming saw the spray-painted cloth of the disappearing telecommunications company, like a ball of rags thrown in the corner .

"Telecom, connect you and me."

Zhang Yiming glanced at the white advertisement words on the spray-painted cloth, walked up to it expressionlessly, and raised his feet.

"Secretary Zeng, we found the inkjet cloth."

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yiming returned to the main venue with the inkjet cloth in his arms.

Zeng Ji was so excited that he almost shed tears, it's really endless that he had planned!
"Zhang Yiming, good job, good job!"

A flower bloomed on Zeng Ji's face.

"Let's go, let's hang up the inkjet cloth, there's not enough time."

"Secretary Zeng, I found the inkjet cloth, but"

"What happened?"

Zeng Ji didn't know why, so he looked at Zhang Yiming suspiciously.

"Secretary Zeng, see for yourself!"

After Zhang Yiming finished speaking, he threw the spray-painted cloth on the ground, and stretched out his hands to spread it flat.

"How can this be like this?"

Zeng Ji stared wide-eyed, the inkjet cloth was still inkjet cloth, but not only was it covered with mud, it was also scratched countless times, and there was a big hole missing in the center of the core, and the word "telecom" happened to disappear.

There is no way to hang this at all!
"Secretary Zeng, I tore off the spray-painted cloth from a poplar tree in the back. These holes should be scratched by branches."

The hope that Zeng Ji had just swelled up was like a flash in the pan, and it withered quickly.

"Forget it, you go back to class first, I will explain this to Manager Zhao."

Zeng Ji looked at the spray-painted cloth riddled with holes on the ground, and was not in the mood to speak at all.

"Secretary Zeng, then I'll go back first!"

Zhang Yiming stepped off the host stage, with a cold arc raised at the corner of his mouth.

It's not that Zhang Yiming tried his best to be a villain, but that if he didn't teach Zhao Guangming a lesson today, he would climb up on his own head. Ji insisted on being Zhao Guangming's accomplice for his own purpose, so he didn't have to worry about it.

A small amount is not a gentleman, and non-toxic is not a husband.

(End of this chapter)