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"You, Xiaojiang, Ala feels that if you become an official in the future, you will be a piece of material..."

"It's a hammer, Ala is afraid to die from exhaustion..."

"hehe……"

Jiang Quan remembered some inside stories he knew in his previous life.

It is said that after Mr. Zou came to Sizhou, someone in the family suggested that he should go to Yanjing if he had nothing to do.

As a result, he did run a lot, and he ran into a shocking position.

Then, he also ran in the wrong direction, implicating the nine tribes inside and outside...

Just one word: Miserable!

When we arrived at the community of Wenmingxue, the Passat behind him didn't follow. He just stepped aside, and two men with dark glasses came down to have lunch at a small street shop.

Go straight into the community, register the license plate, and ask where Boss Wen's house is by the way.

The security guard also received a greeting from Boss Wen in advance, so he informed him in detail.

When he came downstairs to Wenmingxue, there was a slippery car parked there. Jiang Quan knew at a glance that it was a car used by the boss, and it was under Wenmingxue's management.

Jiang Quan raised his head and glanced at the building and the surrounding environment, and then looked at the sun, and said softly: "Well, the Feng Shui pattern is good..."

"Ah?" Zou Lanting was surprised, "Xiaojiang, what are you talking about? Fengshui, hehe, you are a young man in the new era who accepts materialistic education..."

Jiang Quan smiled, "I'm talking nonsense! When I was young, there was a fortune teller in front of our house, and he always liked to talk nonsense to us!"

"It's right to talk nonsense. Those feudal superstitions are so bad..."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Jiang Quan nodded, opened the trunk, and carried the Moutai.

But he said in his heart, Zou Lanting, you are young after all.

Thousands of years of Feng Shui inheritance, is there no reason?

People like your dad, the better they get along, the more they believe in this...

"Huh? Are you holding a Moutai?" Zou Lanting asked curiously.

"Hehe, let's go, we can't come empty-handed, can we?"

"I think you... I'm afraid you want to find Uncle Wen to do something?"

"Look at what you said, isn't your uncle my uncle? If you don't do something, you can't be filial?"

"Being able to talk means you still have to do things, hee hee... My uncle is your uncle, is my father your father?"

"Huh? Something's wrong with you..."

"What's wrong?"

But by this time, it was already at the gate of the building.

Civilization has already personally opened the sturdy steel single door, looking at a pair of young people with a smile on his face.

In a high position, on his slightly thin face, the smile is a little more kind.

Home white T-shirt, wearing an apron, very much like a father at home waiting for his sons and daughters to return.

"Lanting, Xiao Jiang, good afternoon."

In middle age, the voice is peaceful, natural and intimate.

Facing this big boss who was older than his mental age, Jiang Quan smiled slightly, calm and calm, "Hello, Boss Wen."

"Wow, Uncle Wen, long time no see!"

Zou Lanting was not so steady, she rushed over and gave her a tight hug.

"Hehe, long time no see." Wenmingxue hugged Zou Lanting like a gentleman, patted Zou Lanting on the back, and let go.

Looking at it carefully, "Well, she looks beautiful again, and her temperament is getting better and better. Oh..."

Looking up at Jiang Quan, "Xiao Jiang, the sun is a bit strong, so go into the room and say. Huh? What is your wine? Are you going to get me drunk at noon?"

"How can it be, Boss Wen. We are juniors, so we can't come empty-handed. Besides, Sister Ting said, you are very knowledgeable about wine culture, so am I here to ask for advice? Boss Wen, please accept it!"

"Hahaha... Lan Ting is exaggerating. This weekend, you can drink less and don't be greedy..."

Wenmingxue laughed bluntly, and led a pair of young people into the door, and he closed the door himself behind.

He didn't refuse Jiang Quan's wine.

The three went in and went up to the second floor.

After entering the door, Jiang Quan probably knew what he was doing.

Simple, tidy, and the location of the pots of green plants is impressively Feng Shui.

This old man is indeed a particular person.

No wonder it was Boss Zou who fell down later. Not only did he not fall, but he was promoted instead. It is not without this reason.

However, compared with these traditional feng shui, Jiang Quan believes that people's hearts and standing in line are the first feng shui.

Wenmingxue also brought Jiang Quan a cigarette when he entered the door, and told him to sit in the living room with Zou Lanting and wait a while, there is tea, just do it yourself, don't be so polite. He also has a side dish and a pot of soup, ready in five minutes.

Jiang Quan and Zou Lanting sat down without restraint.

This place is also relatively close to the kitchen, Zou Lanting said without saying a word.

"Uncle Wen, it's time to change your TV!"

"Oh, I don't read it often, but it works."

"This sofa, this floor... Oh, Uncle Wen, you are so big, why are you so simple? Didn't Xiao Jiang send you something, you change it!"

"Hehe, everyone should stay hard and simple!"

"All right, all right, you're really good..."

"..."

Not long after, the soup was served.

The three of them sat down at the dinner table, one cold, three hot, four dishes, plus an old duck soup.

It looks a bit simple, but in fact, the ingredients are authentic, and the cooking skills of Wenmingxue are very good, with good color, fragrance and taste.

That foodie Zou Lanting is almost drooling.

"Wow! Uncle Wen's craftsmanship is still so good! It smells so good..."

Jiang Quan also nodded, "It's really a blessing for us."

"Hehe, as long as you don't dislike shabbiness."

Wen Wenxue took out a bottle of Moutai with a smile, and said that he would not drink Xiaojiang's wine today, but came to my place and drank mine. Each person had three glasses, less than one or two, and it was better to drink less.

Jiang Quan naturally didn't agree with him, and nodded in agreement.

So, Zou Lanting ate her, and it looked good, but overall she was a bit greedy, much faster than a kitten.

While eating, he praised Uncle Wen's cooking skills.

Anyway, she only cares about eating, and doesn't care much about what men talk about.

Wenmingxue and Jiang Quan chatted while eating and drinking, and should have a few words with Zou Lanting from time to time.

In Jiang Quan's feeling, Civilization Studies really deserves to be the errand next to the boss. He smokes less, drinks steadily, and speaks with restraint. It seems that he is really knowledgeable, and he does have some attainments in wine culture.

In the eyes of civilization studies, the young man Jiang Quan is a bit interesting, humble, polite, and informal. From his actions to his tone of voice, he reveals a maturity and atmosphere that is not the same as his peers.

Knowing the situation of Jiang Quan's parents, he also nodded, and did not go further, but he also paid attention to it in his heart.

It is remarkable that the parents are decisive in a family that can cultivate such a young man.

After Zou Lanting was full, she directly put a stick in her mouth, "Hey, Xiao Jiang, why do you keep chatting with Uncle Wen instead of talking about business? Don't you want Uncle Wen to help you with something?"

When Wen Wenxue heard it, his expression moved slightly, and he looked at Jiang Quan.

Jiang Quan smiled, "Sister Ting, what are you talking about, eat first, I have time later..."

"Why do you have time later? Let me tell you, Uncle Wen is very busy, and it is not easy to have lunch with us. If you have something to say, Sister Ting is here, no matter what Make him handle things for you."