Literature could shock the heavens and the earth!
In ancient myths, when a good piece of literature appeared in the world, there would definitely be a phenomenon from the heavens. Auspicious clouds would fill the sky, drums would sound in unison, fairies would scatter flowers, saints would appear, and 72 saints would bow in worship …
Generals had killing intent, while scholars had strength of character.
When a scholar was not afraid of power or death, then he would be an invincible existence. Killing him and humiliating him was just to help him leave his name in history.
Sima Qian was like this, and so could Lu Gong.
Fang Yan's eyes widened, and he was deeply shocked.
His grandfather was a teacher who rarely blushed with others, but when faced with an ambitious and ruthless underworld character like Du Qing, he was actually able to display such an aggressive and unyielding attitude. This was too surprising and pleasantly surprising.
He held his head high and chest out, and his eyes were firm and stubborn. His thin face was slightly raised, and his silver hair stood on its own even though there was no wind.
He was the shortest old man present, but at this moment, the aura he emitted enveloped the entire place.
Respect the heavens and the earth. Respect for morality. Fear the hearts of the people.
A mere hooligan, what was there to be afraid of?
Fang Yan felt like his eyes were brimming with tears.
This was how a man should be!
His Dantian was scorching hot, as if someone was holding a match and gently stroking it. The 'Heart of Tai Chi', which had been stagnant for a long time, was starting to react. Was that sturdy outer shell finally going to melt?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He tried his best to pursue it, but he couldn't get any results. It was like an earthworm loosening the soil, like a seed trying to break through the membrane on the top of his head … just a little bit more. As long as he exerted a little more force, he would be able to break through the soil.
What was missing?
What exactly was missing?
Seeing Lu Gong's overbearing manner, Du Qing was extremely angry.
How many years had it been? No one dared to clamor in front of him.
Of course, there had been someone who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Later, on his way back, he had collided with a truck loaded with sand and stones. He had died on the spot, and the truck driver had abandoned the car and fled … How could there be so many coincidences in this world?
Some coincidences were heaven's will, while others were human's will.
Just as Lu Gong had said, his family was filthy rich, had many underlings, made friends with influential officials, and squeezed into the upper class with the identity of a greenhorn … As long as he said a word, or even just a hint with his eyes, there would be countless people willing to work for him, erasing the old and the young from this world.
Yes, his underlings were also getting impatient from waiting.
The people standing in this office were the brothers who had fought with him in the past. When these arrogant soldiers and valiant bandits heard Lu Gong's words, their eyes turned red and they clenched their fists tightly. Du Qing could also hear Barbarian Bull's rough breathing, which was a sign that he was about to attack.
"You may leave," Du Qing said. A tragedy was about to break out.
"Big brother … …" Barbarian Bull shouted in a coarse voice.
"Step down." Du Qing waved his hand and said with a smile.
When Barbarian Bull saw Du Qing's smiling face, he immediately lost his anger, turned around and left dejectedly.
He was not afraid of Du Qing's screams, but he was afraid of Du Qing's laughter. This was a phrase that his brothers always said.
If Du Qing yelled at the people around him, then it proved that you were still his brother. If he smiled at you, it was best not to make him angry at this time.
When Barbarian Bull left, the others also followed.
Very quickly, those men in black left, not a single one was left.
"Elder Lu, why do you have to do this?" Du Qing looked at Lu Gong and said with a smile. "Although I, Du Qing, was born from a grassroots background, and my body is now stained with the stench of money, I still admire Elder Lu's great name for a long time. Huacheng used to be a weak city in education, but Elder Lu single-handedly changed the situation. He mobilized donations and set up schools. He personally attended to everything, and invited talents everywhere. The most admirable thing is that Ninth Brother Lu made the school principal, this is really something that ordinary people can't do … … No matter how bad my heart is, no matter how bad my character is, I can't hurt such an affectionate and righteous old man who wholeheartedly serves the public. Am I right? "
From Du Qing's words, it could be seen that he did have some understanding of Lu Gong.
Moreover, in his heart, he was very clear that he really couldn't do anything to Lu Gong.
This little old man was a freak in the education field of Huacheng. He didn't have any authority, but most of the time, his words carried more weight than the mayor or provincial governor.
He said that he was a penniless scholar, and Du Qing couldn't confirm this.
However, he said that he had tens of thousands of students, and this was the capital that he was most proud of. Du Qing knew this very well.
More than tens of thousands?
He served as the principal of nine middle schools, and when he found a more suitable candidate, he immediately gave up his position. When he gave up his position for the ninth time, even the central government was alarmed. Every time the country's president and prime minister visited Huacheng, they would request to meet this' bookworm 'whose name had shaken Hua Xia.
As the principal of nine schools, how many students did he have?
Among these people, how many of them were high-ranking officials or even important ministries and commissions? The official with the surname Zhang, who regarded him as his teacher and father, was now the head of a municipality, and it was only a matter of time before he rose to the center of the country's power.
No matter how influential Du Qing was, would he dare to touch an old man like this?
Thinking of this, Du Qing secretly cursed the Eldest Young Master Jiang, one of the Four Prodigies of Huacheng, "Jiang Zhongzhu". Didn't you say that the person you wanted to mess with was just an ordinary middle school teacher? Even old man Lu Gong had come forward, was this still an ordinary middle school teacher?
What a scam!
Du Qing admitted defeat, and his words all hit Lu Gong's weak spot. Only then did the old man's expression improve a little.
He looked at Du Qing seriously and said, "I'm not here to take advantage of my seniority, I'm here to seek justice for my grandson. I just want to know, when and where did my grandson offend Mr. Du to the point of incurring such vengeance from you? Killing someone is just a small matter, but destroying someone's reputation is absolutely unforgivable. "
"It's a misunderstanding." Du Qing said with a chuckle. "It's a misunderstanding. Old Mister Lu, you also know that my energy is mainly focused on the Green Cloud Group now, those fighting and killing things are already in the past. However, after all, I've been in Jianghu, my brothers in Jianghu should still give me some face … Shall I find someone to ask? "
"Ask." Lu Gong said.
Du Qing knew that he had to give this grandfather and grandson an explanation.
He opened the communication system on his wrist and said, "Secretary Li, ask Sirius to come see me. Also, bring someone in to make a pot of good tea. "
"Yes." Li Ya's sweet voice came from the phone.
"Old Mister Lu, and this little brother Fang Yan … Come, wait for a moment, they'll be here soon. Let's drink tea and chat. The biggest regret in my life is that I didn't study enough, so I really respect cultured people. "
Since Du Qing had said it like this, Lu Gong and Fang Yan had no choice but to give him face.
Du Qing pressed the button on his watch, and the silver-white wall automatically shrank to both sides. A door appeared at the edge of the golf course, and behind the door was an antique room with a coffee table and chairs.
Based on Fang Yan's understanding, these tea tables, tables, and chairs were all made of precious materials such as red sandalwood or Hainan rosewood. Furthermore, some of them were passed down from dynasties that had existed for hundreds or even thousands of years. Just the decoration of this small tea room would probably cost hundreds of millions of yuan.
Lu Gong was very interested in these exquisitely carved wooden furniture. He seriously admired it and said: "It's rare to see large pieces of furniture made of rosewood nowadays, and such exquisite workmanship is even rarer. Mr. Du must collect it well, this is a national treasure."
"Old Mister Lu is right, Du Qing will definitely obey." Du Qing smiled gently and agreed.
While the three of them were talking, the office door opened.
The secretary, Li Ya, walked in with two girls in cheongsam. One was holding a teapot, the other was carrying boiling water, and they walked towards the tea room.
The girl in the cheongsam had obviously been trained in the tea ceremony. After they came in, they immediately got busy on the tea table. Washing tea, cleaning cups, brewing, their movements were skillful and graceful. Just smelling the tea and watching the tea show was a beautiful enjoyment.
Li Ya stood respectfully at the side, occasionally looking at Fang Yan, who was sitting with Lu Gong.
When the tea was ready, the girl in the cheongsam used the tea tweezers to distribute the teacups to everyone.
Du Qing made a gesture of invitation and said, "Elder Lu, please."
Lu Gong picked up the teacup and sniffed it, then praised, "Good tea."
Du Qing's interest was piqued, and he said, "Elder Lu, may I ask what's good about it?"
Lu Gong glanced at Fang Yan beside him and said, "My grandson is very picky. Let's listen to him."
Du Qing smiled and said, "Then I'll ask little brother Fang Yan to comment?"
Hearing that Du Qing wanted Fang Yan to taste the tea, Li Ya and the two girls in cheongsam immediately looked at Fang Yan's face.
Fang Yan smelled the fragrance and looked at the color. He took a small sip and held it in his mouth to savor the taste. After swallowing it, he said, "I won't comment on the tea for now. Let's talk about the water first. There's no smell of bleach powder, so it's not tap water. There's no artificial addition of industrial raw materials, so it's not mineral water. It's clear and sweet, and it comes from nature. I think this water must have come from a famous mountain or a spring in a beautiful place … The most brilliant thing is, I don't know how this water was transported here. It's not musty, it's not hard to taste, and it still maintains a clear and fresh taste. It's like it's just been fished out of the spring. "
Du Qing praised and said with a smile, "This water is the water of the Tiger Mountain. My people found a spring there. The water is sweet and suitable for brewing tea. Using a wooden bucket to fill the water, the bucket is not covered, and fresh tea leaves are used to cover the dust. Then, using a wooden boat to transport the water. The wooden boat is paddled by people, so the water will not be stained with any smell of oil. Brother Fang is an expert, you're absolutely right. "
After a pause, he said, "Mr. Fang, would you like to comment on this tea?"
"There's no praise for the tea …" Fang Yan said indifferently. "The tea doesn't match this water. This is definitely not Mr. Du's collection of good tea, right? "
Du Qing was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and turned to Li Ya and said, "Serve the tea, serve the tea."
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