The female president's personal soldier

"Uncle Chen is a vegetative, that's impossible. I saw him a few years ago, he is a good person, how could he be a vegetative, besides, he is only in his sixties, how could he be a vegetative?" Fang Mu Yue immediately felt something was wrong, and at the same time she thought Du Juan was talking nonsense.Because she often talks nonsense, and basically has no truth.

Du Juan was even more surprised: "Why don't you know such important news? Chen Mingda has been in a vegetable state since the beginning of last year. Don't you Fang family know about this situation? It must be that the Chen family deliberately kept it secret. The company has always been represented by Pang Tianshu."

When she said this, Lin Qiang had to believe it.But he felt that the Chen family should announce such a big matter to the outside world, how could it be kept secret?So there may still be something tricky here.

"I originally planned to send some gifts to Mr. Chen, but since he is already in a vegetable state, there is no point in giving gifts." Lin Qiang didn't think it was a big deal, anyway, even if he saw Chen Mingda, it wouldn't matter As a result, Dad will still be disappointed in the end.

"But no matter what, since we are here, we must visit the Chen family. Fortunately, Pang Tianshu didn't recognize me, so even if we go, he will be polite. After all, the Fang family and the Chen family are family friends. ,right."

Fang Muyue said: "Actually, Uncle Chen's favorite thing is carving. I didn't prepare any gifts before I came here. Why don't we go outside and see if we can find a root carving or something?"

Lin Qiang said yes, although Chen Mingda was already in a vegetable state, but they had to pretend to be stupid about this, so the gift had to be brought over.Not only do they have to be brought there, but they also can’t be too tacky, so it’s the best choice to find some carvings, so they packed up and went out.Hong Ling insisted on following, so she let her follow to save her from fussing.

Lin Qiang and Fang Muyue were buying root carvings on the street, and Hong Ling wandered around without following them. She always asked the small traders about everything, and sometimes squatted down and muttered and laughed, as if Everything seems to be novel.Fang Muyue wondered: "This kid doesn't look like a member of the Dragon Group. He is simply an alien immigrant who just returned to Earth. Why does he seem to seldom go out? What's going on?"

"I don't know either, let her go, she shouldn't be a bad person anyway."

Lin Qiang walked around the root carving shop and chose a few expensive gifts. When he went out, he saw Hongling squatting on the ground talking to a man. The black-rimmed glasses are as thick as the bottom of a bottle. The expression in his eyes is slightly sad, and his whole body has a mournful temperament. Although he is only in his 40s, if you say he is [-], people will believe it.

"A writer!" Hong Ling later told Lin Qiang that this person also sold root carvings, and his craftsmanship was very good. He also said that all the works of so-called famous artists in Lin Qiang's hands were fake, and his craftsmanship was not as good as his.But these shoppers only recognize the storefront, not the craftsmanship at all, so he didn't bother to talk about it.

"Look at the artistic bacteria on his face. He used to be a writer. Because he couldn't make any money, he set up a stall here to sell root carvings. His craftsmanship is very good. With a small knife, a root carving comes out. , if you don’t believe me, see if the one in my hand is better than yours.”

How could Lin Qiang and Fang Muyue believe it, because the three or five pieces of root carvings in their hands were all tens of thousands of pieces. It can be said that the shop owner made a small fortune just now, but the thing in Hongling's hand was The gift after the conversation didn't even cost a dime, so the gap between them can be imagined.

Fang Muyue took a look at it, and sneered: "What, it looks like a buffalo carved like a pig, it's not good-looking at all, it can't be compared with me."

Lin Qiang took it over and took a look, and suddenly felt a little strange. At the beginning, he felt the same as Fang Muyue. He felt that it was indeed too ordinary and inconspicuous. , that carving is full of spirituality and flowing water, he seems to see a pair of skillful hands like butterflies flying, each knife is alive, it is probably good if this hand is doing other things, such as killing people !
Lin Qiang asked: "What does that man's hands look like?"

Hong Ling's hands are not very beautiful, so she pointed to Fang Muyue and said, "Oh, it's almost like her claws, slender and fair, and with clean nails, neat and simple."

"Hey, you kid is too rude." Fang Muyue couldn't bear it anymore.

Lin Qiang said: "This sculpture is exquisitely crafted, natural and thick, and its simplicity reveals that it is indeed not ordinary. Hong Ling, you can ask that person if he is willing to hang out with me. If he really has no money, I am willing to buy it every day." Give him a salary of 1 yuan a month to see if he is willing to do so?"

Because they didn't take a few steps, Hong Ling hurriedly nodded and ran back, but when she knelt down and talked to the man, the man nodded repeatedly, obviously a middle-aged uncle who was forced by life.So after a while, he followed Hong Ling and ran over, carrying a broken 80s leather bag in his hand.

"Boss, if you use my words, you can ask me to do whatever you want. Several children in my family are in school. It's really hard to make money now. Don't tell me you can take care of me. My surname is Tan, and you can just call me Old Tan. "When he spoke, his expression was tense and his tone was solemn, as if he was afraid of offending Lin Qiang, Bole.

"Brother Tan, are you a local?"

"I'm a local, but my family is in the north, and my wife and I live separately. There's no way, life is too sad now. My wife can't get by working in a cotton mill in the north. We just make do with it. Hey, Let's live, in fact, many people are like this. Boss, you see that you are keeping me—"

Lin Qiang smiled: "Brother Tan, I think your craftsmanship is at its peak, so I definitely want to keep yours. How about this, you can go back and make arrangements now. I have 5 yuan here, so you can send it home first. Even if I pay you five months' salary in advance, I will pay for the board and lodging, do you think it is acceptable?"

"1 yuan a month, boss, are you kidding? I don't know anything, I can play root carving or something. At most, I will do odd jobs in your company, so if you give me 5000 yuan, I will pay for it." I am so grateful, and I dare not take 1 yuan, my wife and I only get 4000 yuan a month."

"That was in the past." Lin Qiang smiled and said, "Brother Tan, I think you should go home and pack up first, and then go to the hotel to find me. You will be of great use in the future."

Old Tan seemed to be happy: "Boss, I have nothing to clean up. All the valuable things are in the north. I am just such a broken leather bag, so I can go with you now."

Lin Qiang said: "Don't call me the boss from now on, just call me Qiangzi."

"Well, you gave me food and helped me so much, how could I be so unruly. From now on, you will be my boss." Old Tan said cautiously.Lin Qiang thought to himself that he might not have been able to make any money for many years, he was too down and out, and his life was too stressful, so he lacked self-confidence.Just like myself some time ago.

"Okay then, you can go back with us."

On the way, Lin Qiang got to know some things about him. His name is Tan Qing, and he used to be engaged in literature, but these days, unless he is outstanding, there is no need to engage in literature, so he basically put it down and sold it on the road. Root carving, he carved one for Lin Qiang on the spot, made of hard rosewood, fixedly rotated with one hand, and flew up with a strange knife in the other hand. In between, a work that is lifelike and concave and convex is presented in front of your eyes.It's amazingly fast.

Lin Qiang thought to himself, if he used such a fast speed to use the knife, he might not even be able to see the shadow.Moreover, the wood is so hard, he went down an inch with one stroke, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Besides, how could a pair of hands that hold a carving knife all day long be so delicate and intact.

"Brother Tan, have you ever practiced martial arts?" Lin Qiang said bluntly.

"I have practiced since I was a child. My parents taught me to keep me fit. They taught me how to throw knives. I just threw them. At first I couldn't throw them, but they let me throw them. I practice every year, and when I was in primary school, I could accurately hit people's acupuncture points tens of meters away, and I practiced." Tan Qing described her past in plain language.

"But that thing is useless, it can't be eaten, and I used it to carve later. This carving knife is actually my flying knife. It's useless. It's useless at all. It's okay to play with yourself." Old Tan With a wave of her hand, the carving knife flew out and hit a big tree ten meters away in front of her. Fang Muyue suddenly exclaimed: "That's great, that's great, he nailed a praying mantis!"

"It's the mantis' leg!" Lin Qiang giggled and said to Tan Qing, "This is so useful."

Old Tan smiled wryly: "What's the use? You can be a fitter or a lathe worker. You can make drawings, or you can make watches and make plans. It doesn't matter if you trade stocks, play finance, or throw knives. It's purely for self-entertainment. , Boss, don’t be ashamed of me.” Lin Qiang said solemnly: “Can you hurry up?”

Lao Tan said: "It is impossible for a flying knife to be faster than a bullet, but it has its tricks to hurt people. First, the hand will not move, and there will be a lot of calculations before firing, so , the bullet is dead, but the throwing knife can turn at an angle, just like playing football, there are many arcs, so it is alive. But I don’t do murder, my parents said, this thing is Keep fit. Besides, I don't have the guts to kill, I'm timid."

Lin Qiang smiled: "Is it okay to save people?"

"That's a good relationship. Craftsmanship is for helping people." Old Tan smiled honestly.