One of the dark tides, his life is called history

Li Xiaodao was confused and didn't care whether he was worthy of Ning Qiansui, so he agreed to Ai Xin's request and prepared to rest for a few days to cope with the next real exam.

On this side, the preyrant association, the headquarters of the temporary committee for the primary predator qualification examination, and the cadres are busy.

Yes, the association and every candidate have an agreement first. Regardless of life or death, the association, as the organizer of the examination, is irresponsible. That's what it is said, but it is impossible for the association to do nothing after death and injury. Similar to Xu Jingyi, his father belongs to the middle and high-level cadres of Xiehe, not one or two. Xu Jingyi just doesn't have a hand, which is enough to keep people busy. The association can't find Li Xiaodao and Ai Xin in the name of investigation. Besides, Well, Li Xiaodao heard that this is the person the vice president like. Ai Xin is the one who recommended by a big man to skip the state examination directly.

The trouble is that there are dead and many seriously injured. The cadres can only deal with it here, and there is perfunctory and toss around.

The people below are busy to death, but the people above are relaxed. As one of the vice presidents of the association, the broken moon who always looks like a child, that is, the one with horns, green hair and purple wine gourds hanging on his head, is falling down in the office and doesn't know what he is doing.

In the corridor of the office, a man who looks about thirty years old, tall, with thick black-framed eyes, a lot of natural curly hair, and an honest man is coming this way. He is another vice president of the association - An Xiaolou. There is only one reason to come here, to take over the work of Bian Shiyue.

"How about Vice President Bian?"

The calm Vice President An asked the young secretary temporarily assigned to Bian Shiyue. His smile was full of affinity and did not look like a superior person.

"I drank too much again."

The secretary lowered his head and said euphemistically. It can't be described as drinking too much. It's simply drunkenness. No one dares to approach at all. You know, in front of the vice president, whether you are the head of the branch or the minister, you are no different from the ceramic vase on the table. With a bang, it will break.

"Well, that's normal."

An Xiaolou squeezed his lips and replied with a smile. It's not normal for Vice President Bian not to drink.

"Yes."

The female secretary frowned and promised with a reluctant smile. Of course, she didn't know the secret of the association, so that was the only way.

"Did she say anything strange?"

With a gentle smile, An Xiaolou followed the secretary to the office of Bian Shiyue and continued to ask.

"Well, after saying a lot, I remember what I said, everyone, everyone, Xiao Lizi, pour wine or something."

The secretary opened his mouth and answered casually, and An Xiaolou unconsciously clasped his hands behind his back.

"Well, you can sort out the documents with me first. I'll tell Vice President Bian later that after all, I have to hand over the work."

An Xiaolou turned around and said.

When the female secretary heard this, she was a little happy. Finally, she didn't have to follow the vice president, but she was afraid of losing her temper and didn't dare to show it in front of An Xiaolou. She just nodded shyly with a calm face. I just want to say more words to Vice President An.

After a while, the secretary took An Xiaolou to the information room.

Entering the door, the secretary turned her back to An Xiaolou and began to sort out the documents. She was very fast and experienced. If she hadn't been beautiful, diligent and shrewd, and capable, it would not have been her turn to be the secretary.

"Bearby the way, no one else can hear what Vice President Bian said?"

An Xiaolou suddenly asked.

"Of course, who dares to come? Oh, no, I mean, I've been so busy recently that no one came over."

The secretary almost made a mistake and was scared to death.

"Oh, that's good."

An Xiaolou answered softly.

When the secretary heard this, she was released. She was afraid that the rude words just now would make the man who was also the vice president angry, which was too bad.

Unfortunately, the secretary didn't understand what the three words "that's good" meant by An Xiaolou. She was about to turn her head and say two sentences about the document, and she had completely lost consciousness.

The female secretary died so simply. For An Xiaolou, killing her was almost the same as shaking the dust on her body. As for the reason, when I heard words that should not be heard, this is the reason why the female secretary died.

An Xiaolou sighed.

Calendar? Is it really the taboo name? Since 40 years ago, there have been discussions about this person and what he says, but for those who really know it, it is a taboo name.

Bian Xiaoyue mentioned the name again and contacted some of the content he found. An Xiaolou felt uneasy and very uneasy. Perhaps, the storm that had been holding back for 40 years was finally coming. He, the vice president of the association, may be just a slightly bigger and deeper tree in this storm.

......

Mingyuan is a garden belonging to the Zeng family.

"Is that all?"

Dia's father, the head of this generation, Zeng Yuandao, asked with a pile of documents and seemed not to care much.

"It's all over here."

Eva replied that she didn't know how much determination she had made to hide something from this man. She was responsible for investigating the matter of "Silver Eagle Landgrabbing", but there was something she had to hide.

"Oh, then go ahead and pay attention to it."

Zeng Yuandao replied lightly.

Eva retreated respectfully, and Zeng Yuandao just smiled.

"She still can't let it go, don't you think?"

Zeng Yuandao looked at his painting and asked the uncle who was making tea beside him.

"What the master said is that young people will eventually have the troubles of young people."

Uncle Pai answered while making tea.

"Who can avoid this trouble? I should be 100 years old this year, and I have to worry about my little daughter's affairs. Isn't this a trouble? Although I'm in my twenties, I still want to go when the time comes. Do you think I can wait for someone who is relieved?

Zeng Yuandao sighed that his 20-year-old face, 20-year-old body, and even his mentality were not old, but there were some things, young and blood was useless, and old and calm were useless.

"The second young master is just 40 years old, rich and powerful, and the sixth young lady has talent and a bright future."

Uncle Pai poured a cup for Zeng Yuandao and gave himself a cup. Although he is 40 years old, he has been a forgetful person for so many years. Of course, he is the young one in his early sixties.

"The second son has such a little heroic posture. Unfortunately, he can't advance to the thirteenth level in his life. He doesn't accumulate virtue in doing things, and he will return it sooner or later. Xiao Liu, little smart, is also a little woman. Her mother's temperament is not at all. My bad temper when I was a teenager is very similar, and I don't know if I can see the day when she changes it.

Zeng Yuandao naturally has some emotions when talking about his children.

"Yes, what Mr. Ning said..."

Uncle wants to stop talking.

"He? Ten years older than me, the older I get, the more I go back, and I have to take care of the affairs of young people, but this is a little interesting. When it comes to the affairs of our two families, it is also a matter of Li. There is a lot of trouble.

Zeng Yuandao said that everyone's style was a little less, and the young people played a little.

"Shouldn't..."

Uncle Pai was suddenly stunned, and he thought of a very unreasonable possibility.

"You don't understand him, or you don't understand that era. He took me and some of the current eras. That's a great man, that's an era."

Zeng Yuandao shook his head and rejected Uncle Pai's conjecture.

More than 60 years ago, several of them founded the "Dianling Poetry Society". Forty years ago, the Federation became the strongest country in the world. Who can understand that their appearance and bodies are not changing, but their hearts are inevitably changing?

Only those who have not experienced it can leisurely say the success or failure of right and wrong, and can say that many things in ancient and modern times can be talked and laughed at. He is still alive, and he can't let go of his life.