The next morning.

When the rising sun shines, the snow gradually melts a lot.

In a winding villa in the residential villa area of ​​Xiangshan, the old man who was bragged about by Song Che last night was sitting in the courtyard guarding a small stove to cook fragrant tea.

The people standing around were all on duty red necks, but the old man was still calm and unafraid of the biting cold wind, showing a thoughtful look.

Moreover, he cooks tea in a strange way. From time to time, he scooped out a pile of white snow from a large porcelain jar and threw it into a teapot that was being grilled on the stove.

While cooking tea, he suddenly looked lit up and he raised his hand and said, "Get me a pen, ink and paper."

Soon a follower presented pens and ink paper.

The old man began to write vigorous and powerful words on it, and finally... he only wrote three words: Xiangshan Snow!

Later, he paused and thought for a while, and finally sighed dejectedly and put the pen down.

Seeing this scene, the people around him seemed to be familiar with it.

"After all, I was missing some inspiration... I had a flash of inspiration just now, and I felt that I could think of the next paragraph at one point." The old man said in a daze.

A follower said respectfully: "Chief, otherwise you might have a sip of morning tea first, and you might have thoughts like a spring after drinking it."

"It's useless. I've been drinking like this for a few winters, and I haven't seen Wen Si squeeze out a throw of water." The old man smacked his lips.

Suddenly, he remembered the keywords that Song Che bragged last night: Keep the inner softness of his body!

He felt that the inspiration that stimulated his literary thoughts should come from this spiritual chicken soup!

"By the way, have the little guy identified last night?" the old man asked casually.

"I found it, it's all here."

The follower cleverly and agilely held a printed information in front of the old man.

"Hmm? Internet celebrity expert Song Che... Huh, it's quite famous, I really feel like I'm really impressed." The old man's eyes lit up when he saw the shocking encyclopedia of Song Dasheng, and said, "I've heard people mention that there is a young doctor in Dongjiang, who is like Sun Wukong, who is very capable. Every time he goes, he makes a big fuss. Not only in China, but also in the world, it has caused quite a lot of storms. It can be called a domestic 007."

"He had the opportunity to join the Central Health Commission and become the youngest academician of the Academy of Social Sciences, but at the critical period of promotion, he stood up for a doctor, beat the family of a patient who was injured, and discounted several bones because this incident was blown out of Yanjing." The follower pointed out the most critical information.

As a result, the old man became even more interested: "Wouldn't he have a big fuss with Sun Houzi and be suppressed again in the Heavenly Palace? It's interesting!"

"As for his purpose of visiting Beijing, I am still checking it, and I only confirmed that he lives in Geng Weihua's villa... he is Zhao Jialiang's son-in-law of Aogang." The follower added.

"You should remind me?" The old man rolled his eyes and cursed: "I remember Geng Weihua's slut, wherever he went. He was the most thorny one in the team I led back then! As a result, this slutty ball did not disappoint me. After the return of Macau and Hong Kong, he was appointed to guard the village, but he actually hooked up with a rich daughter. As soon as he retired from the army, he ran to the door for a soft meal. He completely lost the face of our army!"

"It's very kind to not cure him. This bastard is even salivating and begging me for forgiveness. He even finds connections and buys a house here to be my neighbor. After I knocked a few sticks last time, he slipped back to Macau and Hong Kong and didn't dare to come back! He dares to appear in front of the labor company again, and the labor company learns from the Song Dasheng and has to break his cartilage!"

The follower felt ashamed.

Geng Weihua can be said to be a negative example that Mr. Fu always talks about.

What a heroic soldier brother back then, after he arrived in Macau and Hong Kong, he was quickly corrupted by capitalism and became a rich and soft-sucking king!

Moreover, this Ruoji King also left a textbook-level defense: I married into the Zhao family and married Zhao Huishan in order to sacrifice myself to instigate these capitalists!

What a generous and righteous statement!

At this moment, the follower's cell phone rang.

He looked at the call, answered a few words, and then reported to Fu Laohui: "Chief, I said that the ball was here and the ball was there. The door said that Geng Weihua had just come in. Do you think you want to find him?"

Mr. Fu, who had just threatened to break Geng Weihua's cord, thought for a while, waved his hand and said, "No hurry, I suddenly had some inspiration."

After hearing this, the follower quickly picked up the ink pen and handed it to Mr. Fu.

Although he was calm inside, he didn't think that Mr. Fu could think like a spring.

Not only him, many people know a legend that has been circulating for a long time in this residential area at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain.

Mr. Fu's idol is a great man in the founding country. His favorite poem is [Qinyuan Chunxue]. His most grand dream is to imitate the great man and write an article [Xiangshan Snow].

As a result, after being a title party for several years, Mr. Fu still couldn't write half a piece of poetry that could rival [Qinyuan Chunxue].

He always said he lacked some inspiration.

Today, Mr. Fu seemed to have found a little inspiration and murmured strange words: "The inner softness is soft, the qi and blood are smooth...the inner softness is soft..."

...

Geng Weihua was like an underground party quietly entering the village, tremblingly strickenly entering the residential area.

As soon as he entered the villa door, he came back alive and followed Song Che and others happily and said, "Brothers, let you wait for a long time. I, Hu Hansan, are back!"

In response to this, Zhu Xie, who was responsible for opening the door, said curiously: "Mr. Geng, I just looked at the access control system and saw you looking around, nervous, are you hiding from someone?"

"Where is it? How is it possible?" Geng Weihua said righteously: "I, Geng Weihua, have always been upright as a human being. In my life, I will be afraid of my wife, but I will be afraid of my other people's labor and capital!"

Everyone looked at Geng Weihua's overreaction silently.

Geng Weihua was probably guilty, or was afraid of being dominated by a boss, and whispered: "After all, our operation task is important and must be strictly confidential, and my identity is quite special. Of course, I should try to be as low-key and cautious as possible."

After saying that, Geng Weihua probably didn't want everyone to notice the embarrassing flaws anymore, and said, "By the way, you came here last night and should have taken the fortune again. What was the result? Have you discovered Zhuanxu's tomb? What famous mountains and rivers are they hidden?"

Facing Geng Weihua's three-game question, Song Che coughed dryly and said, "Old Geng, don't be so excited first, sit down and have a cup of tea, let's chat slowly."

"Of course I was excited." Geng Weihua vaguely replied to his heroic style back then and said in a singular voice: "You don't know that although I live a rich life in Macau and Hong Kong, I have indeed made my body and mind too comfortable. After all, I have been a soldier and went to the battlefield. It is rare to have the opportunity to participate in an adventure. Labor and capital has finally shown its skills!"

Obviously, Geng Weihua also admitted that he was corroded by the sugar-coated shells of capitalism.

Leaving Ao Hong Kong and leaving Zhao Huishan's care, Geng Weihua was about to run wild horses on the snowy field and prepare to usher in a spiritual salvation (leave yourself free).

But in this cold winter, Song Che ruthlessly poured a pot of cold water that was so cold that he felt: "Old Geng, what I want to say is that we probably don't have to go out to risk robbing tombs in the wild. You just need to bring enough money and take us to Panjiayuan."
Chapter completed!