After Fang Yan took a taxi to the address on the information, Zhang Jianjun's secretary had been waiting at the intersection for a long time.
Seeing the taxi stop, Li Mingyun quickly walked over to help open the rear door. He used his hand to protect Fang Yan's head from hitting it and said respectfully, "Mr. Fang, it's not convenient for the boss to come out. He's waiting for you in the private room."
Zhang Jianjun was the secretary of the chief and a close minister of the emperor. In such a sensitive and critical position, there were countless people who wanted to be on good terms with him every day. If he stood on the side of the road to welcome guests, the people behind him could probably line up to the west gate of Xuanwu Gate.
Of course, it was also possible that Zhang Jianjun felt that Fang Yan was not worthy of him coming out to welcome him personally.
Fang Yan stepped out and shook hands with Li Mingyun. He said with a smile, "We Jianghu people don't care about trifles."
"This way, please." Li Mingyun made an inviting gesture and then walked to the side to lead the way. The young man was very young, but his eyes were sharp and his hands were fast, and he did things in a measured manner. Fang Yan thought to himself, Huaxia's most outstanding talents are probably fighting in the system, right?
Along the corner of the red wall, they turned left and right for a few hundred meters before stopping at the intersection of a bluestone alley.
Li Mingyun walked to the door of the first siheyuan at the end of the alley and gently knocked on the door lock. The wooden door opened, and a beautiful woman in a palace dress bowed with a smile and said, "Your servant pays respect to the master."
Li Mingyun waved his hand and said, "We Jianghu people don't care about trifles."
He had learned from Fang Yan's words and used them in a practical manner.
The woman wanted to lead the way in front, but Li Mingyun waved his hand and said, "I know the way."
It was a traditional siheyuan restaurant with red walls and green tiles. It was somewhat similar to the popular private home cuisine outside.
Li Mingyun pushed open the wooden door of the heavenly private room and said to Zhang Jianjun, who was sitting inside and drinking tea, "Boss, Mr. Fang is here. Can we serve the dishes?"
"Wait a minute. There's still one guest who hasn't arrived. "Zhang Jianjun said.
As he spoke, Zhang Jianjun put down the teacup in his hand and took the initiative to shake hands with Fang Yan.
"All the people here are familiar with each other. Once we go out, we'll be chatting non-stop, so we might as well hide here and enjoy some peace and quiet. Brother Fang Yan, don't take it to heart. We still have a long way to go. "Zhang Jianjun shook hands with a lot of force. It was obvious that he was a soldier.
"Brother Jianjun is too polite," Fang Yan said with a smile.
Zhang Jianjun made an inviting gesture and said, "Let's have some tea first. A good brother is coming over."
Fang Yan was curious about what kind of person Zhang Jianjun had to personally wait for, but he didn't ask this question. He looked at the antique decorations in the private room and said with a smile, "This is a good place. Ordinary people really can't find it."
Zhang Jianjun said with a smile, "It's just a group of people who think they're so awesome showing off here. Usually, this place is not open to the public. They need to be introduced by acquaintances. Nowadays, in order to satisfy the selfish desires of some people, they can really come up with all kinds of ideas."
"It's normal for businessmen to pursue profits." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Everyone has their own selfish desires. With selfishness and selfish desires, there will be people who will stand up to satisfy the selfishness and selfish desires of some people. As long as it's not against the law, it can't be said to be wrong. It's just that everyone wants to be a part of the people who are served. Everyone works so hard to live, seizing every seemingly insignificant opportunity and refusing to let go. Isn't it for this goal? "
Zhang Jianjun looked at Fang Yan thoughtfully and said, "To be honest, you're younger than I thought!"
Fang Yan squinted his eyes and smiled. He asked, "How old do you think I should be?"
Zhang Jianjun didn't answer Fang Yan's question. Instead, he held the teacup and said calmly, "We used to have a gathering here often, but at that time, the person who came was Bai Xiu!"
"Bai Xiu took a leave of absence, so I took his place for a few days." The smile on Fang Yan's face became even more radiant. He looked as if he didn't have any ulterior motives.
"I know what kind of place Swallow Dock is, and I also know how much the chief values Swallow Dock. When I saw Bai Xiu, I thought he was the future of Swallow Dock. But I didn't expect that the person I took for granted as the future would never come again! "
"Brother Jianjun, are you sad?"
"Just a little sentimental." Zhang Jianjun said, "The people who used to drink and chat at the same table are gone. I have to say that life is fickle." Fang Yan smiled and said, "Yes, life is fickle. So I feel that people should maintain their own hearts. If they don't do things that they feel guilty about, they won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. "
"What do you mean by feeling guilty? What do you mean by not feeling guilty? " Zhang Jianjun smiled and said, "Most of the time, people are just doing things for the cup of tea in their hands, the bowl of food on the table, and the position of the chair under their buttocks!"
"Whether it's for a cup of tea or a bowl of food, or perhaps for the position of the chair under their buttocks, we need to walk the right path and do good deeds. Why do farmers sleep so soundly at night? It's because every meal they eat is earned by their own hard work. They put in hard work and sweat. They have no fear or guilt in their hearts. According to health science, people will naturally live longer if they have fewer distracting thoughts. "
Zhang Jianjun nodded with a smile and said, "So, they have always been farmers?"
"Farmers have their own ways of giving, businessmen have their own ways of giving, and officials are the same. They are flexible but they don't violate the rules. They are flexible but they don't step on the line. This is how a successful politician should be, right?"
"What if someone steps on the line?"
"A gentleman does not stand under a wall." Fang Yan said, "For those who abide by the rules, those people are walls that can be pushed down at any time."
Zhang Jianjun sighed softly and looked at Fang Yan and said, "It's really not easy to be able to keep one's heart at such a young age."
"I study Tai Chi. The most basic condition of Tai Chi is to have Qi in one's heart. What kind of Qi is that? It's the Qi of righteousness, the Qi of atmosphere, the Qi of mountains and rivers, the Qi of the sun, moon, and stars. How can a person who walks in the dark all day see the Qi of righteousness, the Qi of mountains and rivers, the Qi of the sun, moon, and stars? "
Zhang Jianjun was silent for a long time and said, "No wonder the chief thinks so highly of you. You should be an official."
Fang Yan shook his head and said, "Any field needs a good person like me who has principles and limits."
"…"
Zhang Jianjun was stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing.
Fang Yan also smiled. As he smiled, his gaze became piercingly cold.
There was a murderous aura!
This murderous aura was not emitted by Zhang Jianjun, who was beside him, but from outside the door.
The murderous aura penetrated the wall and hit the face, which proved that this person was extremely powerful.
However, such a powerful person could control his murderous aura, but he didn't hide it, which proved that the other party just wanted to put some pressure on him and didn't mean to hurt him.
"The guest is here," Fang Yan said.
"Really?" Zhang Jianjun turned around but didn't see the guest.
A few seconds later, the door of the room was pushed open, and a young man in black appeared at the door of the room.
Before the man entered the room, there was a fierce aura attacking the people in the room.
His eyes directly ignored Zhang Jianjun, the host, and swept over to Fang Yan.
The two people looked at each other, and it felt like an ice knife against a frost sword.
The man refused to dodge, and Fang Yan couldn't retreat. It was just a staring contest. He had practiced it when he was a child. He didn't believe that he couldn't exhaust him to death.
Zhang Jianjun originally wanted to stand up and make an introduction. When he got up, he found that the situation between the two people was not right, so he sat back with a smile on his face.
He wanted to see how these two people would end up.
Thirty seconds, fifty seconds, one minute.
Li Mingyun appeared at the door again. Looking at the man blocking the door, she said, "Mr. Gongsun, why don't you go in and have some tea?"
The man in black broke his disguise and glanced at Li Mingyun with dissatisfaction. He lifted his feet and walked into the private room.
Zhang Jianjun got up, looked at the man in black and said, "Gongsun, I've been waiting for you."
He pointed at Fang Yan who was drinking tea and said, "This is Fang Yan from Swallow Dock. You should get to know each other better in the future."
Then he pointed at the man in black and said to Fang Yan, "Gongsun Qi, the disciple of the Divine Dragon. People call him Little Divine Dragon."
Fang Yan's expression froze, and the way he looked at Gongsun Qi was filled with killing intent.
This was the disciple of the Divine Dragon, Gongsun Qi?
He knew that the Divine Dragon had entered the red wall a few years ago, becoming a consecrator of the Xuan division that was responsible for the safety of the country's leader. It was said that there were several Heavenly Dao realm experts in the Xuan division, and the weaker ones could reach the quasi-Heaven Dao realm.
Although one would lose some freedom when trapped in the red wall, there were countless treasures in the red wall. Any request could be satisfied.
At their level, not only did they need to rely on self-cultivation, they also needed to rely on herbs and Dharma artifacts to cultivate. Just like how some western magicians needed large family clans to provide them with countless magic crystals, these cultivators also needed all sorts of herbs to nourish their bodies. They needed all sorts of rare beasts and stones to improve themselves. Who could be wealthier than the country, their financial backer?
Gongsun Qi pricked up his brows and stared coldly at Fang Yan. He said, "You want to kill me."
How could Gongsun Qi not see the saber flash in Fang Yan's eyes?
"How can that be?" Fang Yan chuckled and waved his hand, looking like a good person. He looked seriously at Gongsun Qi and said, "I want to kill your master."
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