Chapter 137 The situation is not good

Li Zhong nodded to Li Li with a blank face and said, "Morning." After saying that, he sat back to his seat without saying a word.

Seeing Li Zhongmeng's expression, the atmosphere in the office became a little dull. Zhang Weidong felt bored, so he got up and left the office. When I rowed out of the office, I saw Ren Chenyi walking briskly towards this way. The blue jeans tightly wrapped her legs, which looked particularly round and slender.

"Mr. Zhang." Seeing Zhang Weidong from afar, Ren Chenyi troted towards him.

"What's the matter with the secretary?" Zhang Weidong paused and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just here to see you." Ren Chenyi tilted her head and looked up and down at Zhang Weidong.

Zhang Weidong was looked at by her and said, "Since it's okay, I'll go to work first."

"Hee hee, I really can't see that Mr. Zhang is a real person! By the way, if you win the first place in the next competition, remember to treat. Ren Chenyi said with a smile.

"Sertainly, definitely." Zhang Weidong smiled and quickly turned around and left.

Looking at Zhang Weidong's back, Ren Chenyi shook her head puzzledly and said to herself, "I really can't figure it out. His body can be a basketball master!"

Entering the laboratory, thinking that he hasn't got the bonus yet. Several people who shouted for his treat can't help shaking their heads and sighing. It seems that it's not easy to earn some extra money.

While sighing, the mobile phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Zhao Zhengming. He hurriedly picked up the phone with a smile and said, "Big brother."

"Are you free at night? Let's go home for dinner, introduce you to an old friend in martial arts, and have something to tell you by the way. Yu Zhengming said with a smile.

Zhang Weidong also wanted to ask about the recent situation of Qian Yongqian, so he smiled and said, "Okay, let Yongqian go home to eat when he is free in the evening. I have something to ask him."

Zhengming heard the words and said, "If I let him go home, this boy may not be free. If your uncle opens his mouth, he will definitely be free." After saying that, he hung up the phone with a laugh.

Zhang Weidong is a little embarrassed by what he said. After all, he is only 23 years old this year.

Standing in front of the window of the office of the Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee, Fu Yongqian's mood was very heavy. Just after rowing, he got through the phone call of Duan Wei's current secretary Shen Jianke. Although Shen Jianke did not say the extent of Duan Wei's condition, from his worried tone, Not good.

At this time, Duan Wei [Book] fell ill. For Qian Yongqian at this time, just as the house leaked into the night of rain, the boat hit the head wind again, the situation was also very bad for him. Even now there are rumors outside that Qian Yongqian is likely to be transferred to the Provincial Academy of Social Sciences as vice president next year. The Academy of Social Sciences knows that it is a unit that can't be more leisurely from the name. Fu Yongqian doesn't believe this rumor. Although he has not made particularly outstanding achievements over the years, he has always been conscientious, steady, and has never made any mistakes. Moreover, he is only thirty-six years old this year. Even if the provincial leader really wants to adjust his position, it is impossible to do so out of the way. However, if you don't believe it, but a lot of news in the officialdom is not groundless. At least it shows that because of the problem of the bidding of the Wujiang Avenue renovation project, Qian Yongqian has already offended some people who should not be offended in the officialdom, and these people have now begun to use tricks behind their backs.

At this moment, Secretary Cheng Yang pushed the door and came in. Seeing Tan Yongqian standing at the window, he looked heavy, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart. As the saying goes, the Lord honors the slaves, and the Lord humiliates the slaves. Although the relationship between Cheng Yang and Fu Yongqian is a little too much to describe the master and slave, this sentence can well explain the relationship between the two people's honor and disgrace.

If Qian Yongqian is demoted, Cheng Yang is the secretary. Just as Duan Wei fell ill, the first is his secretary Shen Jianke, so Shen Jianke seems to be particularly worried. Although there are emotional factors, he is more worried about his future.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Cheng Yang standing behind him and wanting to stop talking, Qi Yongqian put away his heavy heart and turned around and asked.

" No, I just heard someone talking about the Secretary-General outside, saying that the Secretary-General is likely to be transferred to the province." Cheng Yang said it carefully.

Qi Yongqian smiled and said, "Is that all? Don't listen to the wind and rain in the future. I don't even know what they know. If you are by my side, you can't talk nonsense. All right, let's go out if you have nothing to do.

Looking at Cheng Yang turning around to leave the office with a slightly red face, Fu Yongqian suddenly stopped him and said, "Xiao Cheng, you do a good job. Work hard. I will consider it in the future."

Cheng Yang, of course, can hear that Qian Yongqian's words mean that he really wants to be transferred, and he will definitely help him settle down before leaving. He hurriedly blushed and said, "Thank you, Secretary-General, but I don't mean that. I'm just replacing the secretary..."

Qi Yongqian smiled, waved his hand and interrupted, "Ok, I know it in my heart."

Cheng Yang turned around and withdrew from the Secretary-General's office when he heard the words.

After Cheng Yang left, Qian Yongqian shook his head. There is no smooth sailing in his career, as long as he has a clear conscience.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Fu Zhengming who called him to go back for dinner in the evening.

Because things have not been going well recently, Qian Yongqian didn't want to go back, so he didn't want to be seen by his parents, so he said he didn't go back on the pretext that he had something to do.

"You'd better come back when you have time. Wei Dong will also come over tonight and say that he has something to ask you." Tan Zhengming said. Well... Then I'll try my best to go back for dinner tonight." Tan Yongqian heard that his uncle was coming tonight, and he had something to ask him, so he immediately changed his words.

"I'm raising you for nothing!" When Qian Zhengming saw that he said Zhang Weidong, Yongqian immediately changed his mind, couldn't help laughing and scolding, and then hung up the phone.

The time of college teachers is relatively [from]. There were few things to do in the afternoon, so Zhang Weidong left work with a shoulder bag in advance.

When he stepped into the wall door, he saw that Yao Zhengming was fighting with an old man in a white Tang costume. The old man's realm is not as good as that of Zhengming. He has just reached the level of three levels of qi training, but his skills are very good at practicing. What he is the most popular boxing in China is like a wandering dragon, flipping like an eagle, and there is no old-fashioned dragon clock. On the other hand, although Qi Zhengming has broken through to the fourth level of Qi practice because of Zhang Weidong's guidance, he has taken the way of health practice, and he is rarely forced by the old man to see the moves and have no backhand strength.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Qi Zhengming caught a glimpse of Zhang Weidong and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hurriedly pointed his feet. He soared back like a big bird, quickly retreated to the steps of the villa and shouted to stop.

The old man had stepped up, but when he saw that Fu Zhengming called to stop, he stopped his hand. He pointed to Fu Zhengming with a smile and said, "You scholars are cunning."

"What's cunning or not, Lao Chu, don't be complacent. If you are really good, you can play two tricks with my brother. If you really defeat him, I will really convince you." Zhao Zhengming pointed to Zhang Weidong, who was walking in, and smiled, but a gloating expression flashed on his face.

The old man known as Lao Chu turned his head when he heard the words, and then found that there were many young people in the courtyard. His eyes couldn't help flashing. He stared at Zhang Weidong with a look of doubt and disbelief, "Are you the Zhang Weidong that Zhao Xiucai and Chaohui often mentions?"

"Yes, you are Chaohui's father, Mr. Chu, right?" Zhang Weidong nodded with a smile.

"Old man, I'm Chu Chaohui's father, Chu Jianxuan. Hu Zhao Xiucai said that you are very good at it. Come on, how about two moves?" With that, Chu Jianxuan put on a posture of gossip, his feet slowly wieled in the mud with Zhang Weidong as the center, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles and falcons never left Zhang Weidong.

"Ha ha, Mr. Chu is still a first-timer." Seeing this, Zhang Weidong waved his hand and smiled.

"What's the matter? Wei Dong, show your hands to the old man Chu, let him know that there is a sky outside, and there are people outside, so that he won't brag about his gossip in front of me." Seeing that Zhang Weidong didn't want to do it, he couldn't help but be anxious.

"Young people, let's learn from each other. I will be measured." Chu Jianxuan obviously didn't have a good time. Hearing this, he encouraged Zhang Weidong.

"Come on, old man Chu, you are measured. You'd better ask Wei Dong to be careful not to tear down your old bones." Seeing that Old Chu didn't pay attention to Zhang Weidong, he couldn't help mocking.

"Hurry up, don't dawt over, old man, I'll let you do three tricks first." Hearing this, Chu Jianxuan blew his beard and stared at Zhang Weidong. Naturally, he didn't believe Tan Zhengming's words. Zhang Weidong looked like he was in his early twenties at most. He was white and decent, and he didn't even have a callus in his hand. If it hadn't been for Zhao Zhengming and Chu Chaohui talking to him several times, he wouldn't even have the interest in

Seeing this, Zhang Weidong knew that he would definitely show his hand today, so he had to laugh and said, "You don't have to let it go."

"Oh, it seems that you are a little confident!" Chu Jianxuan walked around Zhang Weidong and laughed, but his eyes were as sharp as the old.

"Hehe, it's okay. Mr. Chu, be careful!" Zhang Weidong smiled faintly.

After saying that, Zhang Weidong patted Chu Jianxuan on the chest.

As soon as the connocist took action, he knew whether he had it or not. Seeing this, Chu Jianxuan couldn't help but flashed a trace of contempt in his eyes. Zhang Weidong's posture was not a lot at all. Thinking to himself, the palm full of old cocoons was not idle, and he had already turned his palm into a claw and buckled Zhang Weidong's arm.

Chu Jianxuan has been immersed in the gossip palm for most of his life. He has already practiced to the extent that his palm is like a knife. If he really wants to cut it down, even the solid wood will be broken into two, and he dares not cut Zhang Weidong with a knife.

As the saying goes, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable. Chu Jianxuan does not know that although Zhang Weidong has never practiced boxing, his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building. In terms of the speed of action, I'm afraid no martial arts master can compare with him.

Seeing that Chu Jianxuan turned a knife into a claw, Zhang Weidong couldn't help smiling faintly at the corners of his mouth, but his palm scratched a shadow in the air between his smiles, and then under Chu Jianxuan's disbelievable eyes, he slapped him on his chest one after

Chu Jianxuan was slapped by the palm of his hand and stepped back several steps one after another. After a violent cough, he actually spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Tan Zhengming couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this. He hurried forward and helped Chu Jianxuan. He couldn't help complaining to Zhang Weidong, "Weidong, why did you hit out the blood of old man Chu?"

Zhang Weidong didn't feel guilty when he heard the words. Instead, he smiled at Chu Jianxuan and said, "Mr. Chu, do you still feel chest tight now?"

Chu Jianxuan saw that he was bleeding. Although his skills were not as good as others, he was still a little angry. Now listening to Zhang Weidong's words, his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and then he stood up straight and took two breaths, and found that the chest tightness that had been wrapped around him for many years had suddenly