When they met again in the evening, Jiang Hua was surprised to find that Lu Qingsong was even more enthusiastic about him.

Stop talking when I’m driving the cold and asking about my well-being. The tone of speaking was so like the spring breeze blowing on my face, which made Jiang Hua feel embarrassed.

"Secretary Qin, the burden of Beichuan's development has fallen on your shoulders. You should entertain Mr. Jiang well."

Lu Qingsong explained solemnly.

He made up his mind that if Qin Qin dared to continue to paddle, even if she was Jiang Guangming's relationship, he would turn against her and remove her from her position.

"Leader, I understand."

Qin Qin lowered her head, feeling a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to say it out.

Before going to entertain, of course, I had to fill my stomach. Jiang Hua was not persuaded to drink less at night and was drunk after drinking 70% or 80% drunk.

As a accompanying guest sitting beside him, Qin Qin also drank a lot of wine, her pretty face was blushing and became more charming.

Ding Wenxin kept in mind his cousin's teachings, said less and watched more, and sat there quietly as a little transparent person.

Luo Jianshe was originally a little wary of her, but she saw that she was sitting there, looking at her nose and the nose, and she didn't seem to be provoking trouble, and her heart fell a lot.

After drinking and eating, I was about to go to the dance hall for entertainment.

As a leader, it was not convenient for Lu Qingsong to participate in such activities, so it was Luo Jianshe's turn to accompany him.

"Secretary Qin, please support Mr. Jiang a little. The marble floor is a bit slippery."

When Luo Jianshe spoke, he glanced at Qin Qin greedily. The woman's skin was also very smooth, just like the marble floor.

"Mr. Jiang, be careful."

Qin Qin reluctantly supported Jiang Hua and walked out of the hotel.

After getting in the car, she naturally took a car with Jiang Hua. Luo Jianshe got on a Santala in front, and the car started first and led the way in front.

"Secretary Qin, you have just drunk a lot of wine. Do I need to let the car go aside?"

Jiang Hua asked kindly.

The main reason was that he saw Qin Qin sitting there, rubbing his body around, his pretty face blushed, and his expression was a little uncomfortable.

He thought this woman had forgotten to go to the bathroom and came to "business" again, just like before.

However, this is the city, and it is not easy to find a small wood for cover.

"No, I'm allergic to alcohol."

Qin Qin answered with some discomfort.

She can't drink alcohol. After drinking, she will easily have rashes and itchy feeling.

"Your physique is not suitable for investment promotion."

Jiang Hua looked at her sympathetically.

It is impossible not to drink alcohol when attracting investment. Qin Qin's alcohol-allergic constitution is quite tormenting.

Qin Qin pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She had a bad impression of Jiang Hua, especially before, this guy laughed at her for being "skilled in business". Now she pretends to be a good person, who can she show her?

Seeing that Qin Qin ignored him, Jiang Hua leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest. His previous words were completely unintentional mistakes, but he didn't expect that Qin Qin was still holding a grudge in her heart.

Not long after, the car stopped at the door of the dance hall.

To be honest, Jiang Hua doesn't think much of the singing and dancing halls of this era. He doesn't even have a singing system. The large round spotlight hanging on the roof is turning around and shaking, making people's eyes hurt.

There are some young people in society wearing bell-bottom pants and floral shirts. The women are burning with big waves and holding a cigarette in their mouths. They look very scattered, which is really a shameful person.

Luo Jianshe is also a person with clear eyes. When he saw Jiang Hua's expression, he knew that this place had swept the enthusiasm of the eldest son of Xiangjiang. He quickly said, "Mr. Jiang, Section Chief Qin used to be in our flour mill, and that was the dancing queen. The ballroom dance was very good. Let her dance with you later."

"Okay, but don't come to such a place next time. It's a mess, it's really a disappointment."

Jiang Hua was lazy and looked like he couldn't lift his energy.

"Don't mention Mr. Jiang, even I look down on the broken dance halls in such a small place."

Chu Zi Zhao complained with a beer belly.

The fat man was afraid of heat, and the dance hall was not ventilated. Not long after he came in, his fat face was covered in oil and sweat.

"Mr. Jiang, please take more care of me. I will take you to a good place tomorrow and I will be satisfied with you."

Luo Jianshe's tone was a bit mysterious.

"Where is it, is it possible that Beichuan, and any entertainment I have never seen before?"

Jiang Hua asked absent-mindedly.

He is quite tired of Luo Jianshe. If you say that if you have a corrupt face, it would be in line with your personality.

But you are suffering and deeply revenge. You look like a working people, but you don’t do anything human affairs, and you feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Jiang, our Beichuan is a master of earth spirits, and a qigong master has emerged."

Luo Jianshe was unwilling to finish his speech in one breath, and he looked like a tone of silence.

"I'm very healthy and don't want to learn qigong."

As a veteran, Jiang Hua had no interest in Qigong at all, but he knew that this era was the time when Qigong was in hot weather, and it can be said that the whole nation learned Qigong.

"Mr. Jiang, have you heard of spiritual practice?"

Luo Jianshe came over and lowered his voice, with a bit of obscene in his eyes.

Spiritual cultivation?

Jiang Hua was stunned. As a person who had experienced the information explosion era in later generations, he certainly knew what spiritual cultivation was.

He didn't know what the real spiritual practice looked like. The spiritual practices he had heard of were selling dog meat under the guise of sheep.

Under the guise of feeling the unity of man and nature, a man and a woman gather together to practice, saying that they can understand yin and yang and understand the universe.

In fact, this thing is like dancing. Men and women gather together, saying that everyone is a pure dance partner, but as they dance, they hug each other and jump onto the bed.

Maybe pure? It's so pure!

It’s nothing more than a more advanced spiritual practice and a more elegant look. Many young white-collar workers in later generations flock to them.

It is impossible to practice. Everyone knows everything they want.

"It seems that Mr. Jiang knows this?"

Luo Jianshe saw a clue from Jiang Hua's expression.

It’s not surprising that he is the eldest son of Xiangjiang, so he should be knowledgeable.

“Xiangjiang has this too.”

Jiang Hua replied without being salty or indifferent.

At this time, the music in the dance hall soothed.

"Mr. Jiang, can I invite you to dance?"

Qin Qin blushed and stretched out her delicate jade hand.

She actually didn't want to dance with others, but there was no way. Her superiors gave her death orders. If she dared to paddle, she would have to lose her job.

"I'm very honored."

Jiang Hua also doesn't want to dance.

But Luo Jianshe was like a fly, buzzing beside him, feeling really disgusted. It was better to dance with a beautiful young woman than to look at his orange-skinned face.

As the weather just came to autumn, Qin Qin was still wearing a coat when she was outside.

However, the dance hall was not ventilated and it was very stuffy. When she came in, she took off her coat and only had a thin dress left on her body.

Her skin is very white, her face is oval, her temperament is gentle, and she has the taste of a sister next door.

Jiang Hua put his hand on her waist, held her hand with the other hand, and rotated toward the middle of the dance floor with the music.

Ballroom dance is about cooperation. If the two have no tacit understanding, it is easy to step on their feet.
Chapter completed!