Huang Xuegui was angry because he mistakenly thought that Lin Chuxue would not sell his face. Now that he knew her difficulties, he suddenly felt relieved. For the sake of these two bottles of red wine, the atmosphere on the table suddenly became lively.

Chen Qiye buried his head in eating and didn't say anything. Tang Min talked to Huang Xuegui from time to time about the past, and directly made him so happy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Haifeng had to hug Huang Xuegui's thigh. After all, becoming a school leader was his lifelong desire.

"Xuegui, how did you transfer from Donghai No. 3 Middle School to Wuhua Middle School, and then from the logistics teacher to the position of the academic affairs director? I heard others say that you have a great background." Lin Haifeng looked at Huang Xuegui with a scorching look and said.

Donghai No. 3 Middle School is considered a good school in Donghai City, but compared with the middle school in Wuhua, it is a 100,800-mile difference.

Not only was he curious, but Tang Min also looked at Huang Xuegui because he had a background, but after being spread in school for many years, no one knew about it.

Although Huang Xuegui had a few taels of white wine, he was not as drunk as he was.

"Hi, it's mainly up to me. I have never had any background." Huang Xuegui said modestly. He was not so stupid as to reveal his background to others.

After all, he and the relatives of the Huang family have been separated from several generations. If he pulls the tiger flag outside and it reaches the ears of the Huang family, he will mistakenly think that he is relying on the relationship between the Huang family and pretending to be a tiger outside.

Lin Haifeng looked disbelief: "Old Huang, you treat us as an outsider. You must have any secret."

Tang Min also advised: "Yes, Lao Huang, we are all old colleagues for more than ten years. Just tell us Haifeng, your way to ascend."

For Tang Min and these two bottles of wine, Huang Xuegui let go.

"The key is to give gifts."

Huang Xuegui looked at Lin Haifeng and said, "Haifeng, I discovered one of your biggest problems when I contacted you tonight. I will not give it to his preference."

Lin Haifeng was originally an iron rooster, so how could he be willing to give him a gift?

"But we have only such a small amount of money, how can we compare with you? We can't afford expensive gifts." Lin Haifeng said in pain.

Huang Xuegui waved his hand and said, "Haifeng, you are still a Chinese teacher. You don't know whether you are a gentle person or a strong person?"

"Old Huang, tell me quickly, I seem to have realized something." Lin Haifeng looked furious and wanted to kneel down to become a disciple.

Huang Xuegui said: "This gift does not need to be too heavy, but it must be your preference. Take me as an example. Do you think I spent tens of thousands of yuan to give gifts? How could this be possible? Where did I get so much money? I only spent 100 yuan."

"Ah?" Lin Haifeng was shocked.

"Old Huang, you didn't lie, have you done your current position for 100 yuan?" Tang Min and Lin Chuxue didn't believe it.

Huang Xuegui said mysteriously: "I think you are your own people, so I told you that you are not allowed to spread the word... I have a relative who likes Feng Shui very much, so I went to the Three Thousand Mountains every few days to burn incense and worship Buddha, and deal with people on the mountain."

"Now, I heard that the Taoist priest of Zhenyuan Temple is almost out of reach. I spent 100 yuan to bribe a Taoist, get a piece of antique, and give it to my relatives, and my location will be settled."

"It's almost dead! Take it seriously!" Chen Qiye suddenly looked up at Huang Xuegui and said, his eyes were terrifying and he could eat people.

Huang Xuegui's face was scared to death.

When Chen Qiye didn't speak, it was like air, but when he was serious, his eyes were like two peerless weapons, directly inserted into Huang Xuegui's heart. He felt like he was stared at by the prehistoric giant beast and could not even breathe.

With a bang, Lin Haifeng kicked Chen Qiye's stool and cursed, "Chen Qiye, who are you glaring at? It's big or small."

Tang Min and Lin Chuxue looked at Chen Qiye, but they didn't think there was anything wrong with his eyes. They just thought Huang Xuegui had drunk too much.

After eating for a while, Lin Chuxue pulled Chen Qiye away first. After all, the matter was done, and it was meaningless for them to stay at the table. It would be better to let the three middle-aged people reminisce about the past.

The autumn wind was cooler, and they didn't take the bus, so they simply walked towards the Lin family holding hands.

"Qiye, will it be too hard for you to run back and forth in this way?" Lin Chuxue looked at Chen Qiye with concern and said.

Wuhua and Donghai are actually next door, and the two places are preparing to combine into one place. The bus route has been opened, so it is not tiring.

She just felt that it would be too hard to let Chen Qiye work in Shen during the day and work as a life teacher at school at night.

Chen Qiye shaved Lin Chuxue's pink nose and said, "I don't have the hard work of you. For our future, I am willing to do anything."

"Really?" Lin Chuxue still felt sorry for her.

Chen Qiye smiled and said, "You forgot that I am in Shen Group and I am just air. What's so tired? Besides, I will be a life teacher at Wuhua Middle School in the evening, which will also be helpful for the demolition of Qingwa Pavilion."

Lin Chuxue didn't believe it: "Being a life teacher will help Qingwa Pavilion's project!"

Although it was still early before the last day of the demolition of the Qingwa Pavilion, Lin Chuxue never linked the two.

"You forgot, what kind of students are studying in Wuhua Middle School?" Chen Qiye asked back.

Lin Chuxue suddenly realized, patted her forehead and said, "Why did I forget this? Yes, yes, yes, you're so right."

Wuhua Middle School is a century-old school. Students who can study in it are either rich or noble. Maybe there will be children of Qingwa Pavilion residents studying in it. Although Chen Qiye is less likely to convince them, as the merger process accelerates, they have to watch Buddha's faces even if they don't look at monks. Maybe someone will be moved one day.

Chen Qiye went over to find out the details, at least he would not be intercepted by the Shen family.

The business war is a spy field. Lin Chuxue instantly felt that Chen Qiye was able to win the Qingwa Pavilion project, and his confidence increased greatly.

Halfway through, Chen Qiye suddenly said, "Chuxue, an elder who treated me well when I was a child, was sick. I want to go over and see him at night."

"That's right, then you go quickly." Lin Chuxue said without thinking.

Chen Qiye is an orphan. If others can treat you well, you will definitely be rewarded.

Chen Qiye helped Lin Chuxue stop a taxi and turned around and disappeared into the night, targeting three thousand mountains.

The myth of the Three Thousand Mountains has always been circulating among the people of Donghai City, and the most mysterious one is the Zhenyuan Taoist of Zhenyuan Temple. Some say that he lived to be ninety years old, some say that he lived to be one hundred years old, and some say that he killed tigers with bare hands when he was young.

However, for Chen Qiye, these are not important, because he is the best person in the world except Shen Junwen.

Standing in front of the Taoist temple and watching the former vermilion fall off a little bit again, Chen Qiye bowed and said, "Master, Qiye is here to see you."

"After ten years of separation, are you still doing well?"

"Master, please see Qiye again."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chen Qiye bowed three times in a row, without saying a word of nonsense, and kept his bowing posture until an hour later, when the door of the Taoist temple opened from outside, an old man with a fairy-like Taoist robe appeared.

"You are here." The old man said lifelessly.

"Master, I haven't lost your face over the years. I've become the Northwest..." Chen Qiye buried his head and was about to report on his achievements over the years, but was interrupted by the old man.

He is Chen Qiye’s mentor, the magical Taoist Master Zhenyuan.

"Don't call me a master, I don't have your disciple, either."

Taoist Master Zhenyuan shouted loudly: "Chen Qiye, have you forgotten the promise you made back then?"

"I saw that you had a pitiful life experience. Your father was very kind to my Taoist temple, so I taught you some fists. When you learned it, you would not owe both my Taoist temple."

"What you have done and what you have obtained over the years has nothing to do with me."

"If you dare to reveal our relationship, you will be in poverty and in the underworld, and my true energy will kill you from the dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Zhenyuan stroked his sleeves and left without giving Chen Qiye a good look, and closed the Taoist sect.

But Chen Qiye was not unhappy, but was overjoyed.

He was an abandoned baby, and it was Shen Junwen who raised him, but it was his master who gave him a second life. At that time, Shen Junwen was busy with the development of the Shen Group and often worked overtime, not even having to worry about food, so he could not care about him.

Chen Qiye secretly learned martial arts with Taoist Master Zhenyuan until he entered the army. If he hadn't learned what he had learned back then, he would have died long ago.

Although Taoist Master Zhenyuan has always been clear about his relationship with Chen Qiye, there is always a kind old man hidden in his heart. He regards Taoist Master Zhenyuan as his elder and grandfather's existence.

"Master, as long as I am still alive, I will be satisfied."

"Take care of yourself!"
Chapter completed!