Chapter 337 Enemies of Life 4

In Beijing, in an elegant courtyard, the lazy sun shone into the window. The silver-haired old man working at the table rubbed his forehead tiredly, then sighed slightly, shook his head and waved his hand behind him.

The middle-aged man standing about five or six meters away behind the old man with his waist slightly bowed and immediately came up with a thermos cup, gently took out a purple sand pot with silky heat and a small and exquisite purple sand cup from it, and put it on the table and poured a cup for the old man.

The old man picked it up and took a small sip, and then squinted at the window, which seemed to be talking to the subordinate, and it seemed to be talking to himself. Although the tone was low, the words revealed unquestionable rigidity. At first glance, it was the courage that can be cultivated only after living in the top for a long time, "Borrow another 500 years from heaven! In my opinion, 500 years is still too short. Life has been rare for 70 years, and this day is going to pass again. At my age, I will live one day less, but there are still so many things at hand, alas!"

"You are not old at all." The subordinate immediately complimented: "It is absolutely not too much to describe it as old and strong and energetic!"

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked back at his subordinate, just a glance, which made the subordinate sweaty. The tiger is old and majestic, how can the old man who has been majestic all his life not see through the carelessness of his subordinates? However, immortals like to listen to good words, and the elderly are naturally no exception. After a glance, he took back his fierce eyes and laughed, "Xiao Zhou, remember that a hundred good words are not as good as good deeds. In the future, you'd better not play these little tricks in front of me, okay?"

The cold sweat gushed out of Xiao Zhou's forehead, which was actually not young, and his heart also came to his throat. He nodded in fear and replied with a more respectful attitude, "I must remember the chief's instructions!"

The old man stood up, walked two times in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and then whispered, "This body is getting worse day by day, alas!"

Xiao Zhou, who has just learned a lesson, dares not compliment the old man's courage and courage, but it is not appropriate to speak at this time. He can only change a channel: "One relaxation is the way of literature and martial arts. The chief has a deep understanding of it, and I believe you will live a long life. The country needs you, and the people need you even more!"

The old man waved his hand impatiently and laughed and scolded, "You Xiao Zhou, if you can speak half beautifully, I will let you down the shepher's side. It's a pity, alas!"

Xiao Zhou looked awe-hearted and was happy. He waved his hand repeatedly and said, "I can learn more by the chief's side, and I also like to stay with the chief to serve you."

"Well, I need your service now. Go and turn on the TV." The old man looked deeply at Xiao Zhouyi, who lowered his head and made up his mind, and ordered with a smile.

"Okay, chief, wait a minute!" Although Xiao Zhou looked up, he could still feel the great pressure brought to him by the old man. The old man's order was like a decompression spell, and Xiao Zhou's heart returned to its normal position. As the saying goes, accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. Although this old man is not a "jun" in the traditional sense, he is also a big man under one person and above ten thousand people in China. As his office secretary, Xiao Zhou almost lives on the tip of the knife, and a little carelessness is likely to be doomed.

The TV was turned on and stopped on a comprehensive channel of CCTV as usual. This is also a channel that the elderly often watch, but today the old man waved his hand abnormally to signal Xiao Zhou to change the channel. If you eat too many delicacies, you will always think about eating something light. If you are tired of watching a channel, you will naturally have to change to another channel.

The comprehensive channel is followed by the economic channel, which is also the old man's focus, but the old man listens to the reports of those top financial experts and currency experts all day long, and naturally he is not interested in listening to those wild "experts" talking about stocks they may not have bought in their lives.

continues to change channels, and the elderly are not interested in the programs of the variety channel. The four international channels of the central government have attracted the attention of the elderly, but the TV station began to interrupt advertisements without giving face. Xiao Zhou's face was a little embarrassed, and he looked up at the old man.

The old man didn't care too much and waved his hand with a smile.

Continue to change channels. After the international channel, the sports channel is broadcasting a basketball game. Xiao Zhou's finger stayed on the flip button of the remote control and pressed it without hesitation. The chief takes care of thousands of things every day and deals with all national affairs. How can he waste energy on this simple-minded guy?

"Who made you turn over? Go back!"

Xiao Zhou was so excited that he almost fell to the ground with a shake of the remote control. Fortunately, although he was not young, his reaction was quite fast. A copyman firmly controlled the remote control and did not dare to turn back and quickly cut the picture back to the basketball game.

The old man looked at it with great taste for a while, and the two powerful sword eyebrows suddenly stood up, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

At this time, the broadcast suddenly flashed, and the unfinished basketball game turned into a women's general on the volleyball court. The old man squeezed his mouth and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he looked at Xiao Zhou and ordered, "Call me and ask why you stopped broadcasting?" In addition, that's what I mean. If there are no special circumstances, the game should continue to be broadcast!"

Xiao Zhou quickly nodded and agreed, bowed slightly and left the office respectfully. Then he stepped aside and took out his mobile phone to directly call Comrade Xiang Ruhui, the director of CCTV.

Xiang Ruhui is a hard-headed state cadre at the ministerial level, while Secretary Zhou wears the head of the head of the director of the prime minister's office, and the deputy ministerial level is at the head, but Secretary Zhou does not save face for the director at all. His buttocks determine his thoughts. The hat on his head is not important, and the chair under his buttocks is the most important. After conveying the Prime Minister's order in a hard tone, he gave a small hint to the director that the Prime Minister was watching the five TV programs of the Central Committee.

Back to the scene of the game, in the luxury box, the sweat from President Yang's forehead had turned into a waterfall, but under the questioning eyes of the young people around him, he also had no time to wipe his sweat and explained in a hurry: "Sir, listen to my explanation. I did greeted the three referees before the game. But I swear to God, I just beg them not to let Panyu Middle School lose too badly. I will never let them brag like this!"

The eldest son is obviously a man of his prime, and he can make the head of the first school nervous like this at a young age. The eldest son's surname is Huo, Huo Yingdong's Huo, and Huo Zhenting's Huo Zhenting. He is Huo Qigang, the eldest son of the famous Huo family in Hong Kong, and the direct grandson of Huo Yingdong, the founder of Panyu Middle School. There was a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, but they couldn't cover his sharp eyes at all. He looked at Principal Yang coldly and asked word by word, "How did you greet them?"

Principal Yang thought for a moment and then replied, "I just let them take proper care of our home team..."

"Have you stuffed the money?" Huo Qi just asked with a cold face.

"No." Principal Yang shook his head resolutely.

"Gend a gift to a woman?" Huo Qi just asked again.

"None." Huo Qi just asked quickly, and Principal Yang answered faster. His heart was open, and naturally he could not be as sad as the villain.

"Bastard!" Huo Qi just stood up and shouted harshly, "What are you? How dare you borrow the name of our Huo family? I warn you, don't think that if my grandfather is not the school director, we can't do anything about you! Yang Sizhang, you can deal with the trouble you caused yourself! Don't expect the Huo family to help you get ahead!"

Leaving this sentence, Huo Qi just left the box without looking back. Although he was born as a nobleman, he has been more interested in sports since he was a child. Otherwise, he would not have married the "diving queen" in a few years. He had expected to watch a wonderful game, but he did not expect to be damaged by three mouse shit. A pot of soup, what do you think of this game? It's better to leave the province early and suffer from the fish in the pond!

Principal Yang looked at Huo Qigang's back, and a chill surged from head to toe. As the principal of Panyu Middle School, it was impossible for him not to know that the game was a national live broadcast. He could imagine with his toes what the audience in front of the TV scolded the three referees. Maybe there will be a lot of people on the Internet tomorrow, right? Thinking of this, Principal Yang shook his head in frustration and collapsed on the floor...

In the stadium, the rest area of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School.

Xu Jianye, who was pale, didn't say a word. He was not exhausted, nor was he injected with dumb medicine. He just didn't know how to speak. The referee is so blatant, how can he play this game? I can't fight!

Xu Jianye gritted his teeth and made a painful and unwilling decision in his heart.

Exit!

is a real strike. In that case, Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School will be sentenced to lose the game at 0:30. If the organizing committee does not impose additional penalties, then Shuiyun No.1 Middle School will still have a chance to achieve a turnover at home court. But does he really dare to gamble?

Xu Jianye didn't know that his eyes swept through the faces of the team members, and then opened his mouth to tell the team members about his decision.

"Coach, I think this game can still be played." Since he got two foul breaks early, Yan Lingfeng has been covering his face with a towel, but just before Xu Jianye opened his mouth, he took the first to lift the towel and looked at Xu Jianye with a ferocious smile.

Yan Lingfeng is a child who loves to laugh. No matter how hard life is, he will never give up his right to laugh. He will laugh when he is happy and when he is depressed. He is still laughing to the extreme. Although his smile is very strange and evil.

"Hmm?" Xu Jianye looked at Yan Lingfeng puzzledly. He knew that Yan Lingfeng had never been a aimless person, so he did not arbitraryly reject Yan Lingfeng's proposal, although there was no hope of victory in his heart. In a single quarter, the total number of fouls of Shuiyun's team has exceeded double digits. Yan Lingfeng fouled twice, Sun Feiying fouled twice, Han Dengyun fouled twice and one technical foul, Gao Yang fouled once and one technical foul...

However, if there is physical contact, the referee's whistle will definitely sound very timely, and the foul must be the players of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, which also causes the players of Shuiyun No.1 to dare to move at all, waiting for the slaughter of their opponents one by one like walking corpses.