Global time travel

Chapter 167

Zheng Zhongli has been in a bad mood recently, the director doesn't want to see him, and the section chief always gives him some very difficult tasks, most of which can't be done at all, and the remaining small part, even if he does his best After it was done, it was inevitable that he would be scolded. His colleagues all knew that he had offended Zhou Baiqi, and they gradually lost contact with him.

Regarding these, Zheng Zhongli is very indifferent. He has been in the officialdom for a long time. After coming down, buy some gifts to get close to a fellow villager. The fellow is an old man in the tribe who happens to work in the government affairs office. Through this line, he may be able to get in touch with Xie Guqing.

As for the Military Law Department, he only knew Yao Jiong, but he was not familiar with him, and the relationship between Yao Jiong and his former leader, Xie Yuan, had never been very harmonious.

Go to the government affairs office to try first, and then go to Yao Jiong if it doesn't work.This was the preliminary plan set by Zheng Zhongli. However, before he could complete the plan, there was a wave of purges in the tribe. It was so powerful that it covered every corner. Zheng Zhongli wanted to die. At this stage, let alone bringing gifts to the door, even if he brought gold and silver, no one would dare to help him.

Unless, you can meet directly with the chief officers of the two departments.

After get off work, Zheng Zhongli walked to the dormitory alone in a depressed mood. When he passed a certain street, he made a detour. It was Mr. Yang's residence. Counting the time, today happened to be the day when the lottery was announced.

Mr. Yang's rule of fortune-telling is that it is calculated once every half month, and only two people are counted at a time. Before the lottery is announced, anyone can sign up.

Half a month ago, Zheng Zhongli had applied once, but unfortunately he was not selected. He was not surprised. There were eighty or ninety applicants last time, and as many as one hundred and fifty this time. Six, if he had such luck, how could he be so unlucky?

However, things in the world are so strange sometimes, he went there with the intention of taking a look along the way, but what he saw was a very familiar number written on the wooden sign hanging at the door: 95.

This is exactly the number he got when he signed up. There are two copies. One is kept in his pocket, and the other is given to Mr. Yang's assistant for safekeeping. Both copies have his autograph and cannot be faked by others.

"A poor road may not be a strange road, but there is a village full of bright flowers and dark willows."

Zheng Zhongli secretly recited these two lines of poetry, feeling very excited. However, he did not rush in, nor did he tell anyone about it. Even Xiao Zeng kept it secret. He returned to the dormitory and had a peaceful sleep. The next day, it was just dawn. When it was bright, he dressed up and came to Mr. Yang's door again.

The person who opened the door was a man in his 30s. He had seen this man. He was a deputy-level cadre of the Civil Technology Bureau. He often called himself Mr. Yang’s assistant. He was one of Mr. Yang’s earliest followers. In addition, Mr. Yang The other four roommates in the same dormitory are all his loyal fans.

I heard that the five of them got some benefits from Mr. Yang, and the person in front of them climbed up to the position of deputy section chief with Mr. Yang's guidance step by step.

The man took the number and looked at it, then looked at Zheng Zhongli a few times, moved away and said, "Come in."

Inviting Zheng Zhongli to sit in the living room, he gently knocked on the door of a dormitory and asked respectfully: "Sir, the seeker is here. No. 95 is waiting in the living room."

After a while, a gentle voice came from the door: "Guest, please wait a moment."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man helped Zheng Zhongli pour a cup of hot tea and brought out some snacks. The two chatted casually for seven or eight minutes. A young man walked out of the single room where Mr. Yang was and said to Zheng Zhongli: "Guest, sir, please Get in."

Zheng Zhongli nodded his head, walked into the room, and was greeted with a faint scent of incense. He glanced roughly, and saw a man sitting cross-legged in front of one of the short tables. He was in his thirties, with a straight face and a handsome appearance. His face is white and beardless, his eyes are deep and bright, and he looks very elegant.

The room was tidy and tidy, and there were two potted plants on the window sill, which were lifelike and obviously pruned by a middle-aged man. There was a altar next to the bed, enshrining a carved wooden statue of Sanqing. Exquisite metal smoker, the fragrance mist emits, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Guest, please take a seat." Yang Zhi said with a smile, pointing his left hand to the seat opposite, showing a roundness and naturalness in every move, giving people a sense of intimacy like a spring breeze.

"It really has the temperament of a master."

Zheng Zhongli secretly marveled, restrained his emotions, sat in front of Yang with a calm expression, did not speak, and waited for the other party to speak.

He wanted to know if this Mr. Yang could judge what he wanted as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yang Zhi secretly smiled in his heart. Although it was his first time meeting Zheng Zhongli, he already knew all his information. Seeing that he was unwilling to speak first, he pretended to look at him seriously for a few times, then shook his head and sighed softly. : "The guest looks calm on the surface, but in fact he has been uneasy for a long time. He must have encountered something difficult. If you don't tell me, how can I help you?"

Zheng Zhongli was startled, and the secret path lived up to its reputation. He hesitated for a moment, and finally said with a wry smile: "Sir, your eyes are as bright as a torch, which is admirable. I do have something to ask for..."

Then he told the whole story of what he had offended Zhou Baiqi, his tone full of helplessness, and finally begged with his hands together: "It's really my great fortune to see you today, and I hope you will give me your advice and tell me how to get out of this predicament."

Yang Zhi frowned, pretending to pinch his fingers to make calculations, but fell into deep thought, and his brows were furrowed even deeper, Zheng Zhongli's heart sank for a moment, and he held his temper in the end, and didn't ask any questions.

After a while, Yang Zhi shook his head and sighed: "Guests, please come back. It's not because I don't want to help, but because the matter is difficult. It's like climbing the Shu Road, and every step is dangerous. I open the door to welcome guests, because I want to Accumulate blessings and gather good karma in order to achieve early merits and virtues, and do not burden the common people with suffering."

Zheng Zhongli was confused when he heard that, seeing Yang Zhi standing up, obviously wanting to see off the guests, he quickly stopped him and said, "What do you mean by this sir? I came here to seek divination from the bottom of my heart. Make it clear."

He was also anxious, and he didn't even care about talking to Yang Zhi. This chance to tell a fortune was hard to get, if he still couldn't solve the problem, he would really fall into despair.

Yang Zhi showed a struggle on his face and pondered for a long time, then turned to look at Zheng Zhongli and said: "No one can solve the current difficulties of our guests. If we just stay content with our duties, we may be safe. If we have a plan, we will definitely kill him." It’s hard to have a happy ending, so I’ll leave it at that, and guests should please come back.”

Zheng Zhongli was shocked, he didn't expect that Yang Zhi, a "living god", would not be able to solve his urgent needs, so he immediately grabbed Yang Zhi's arm, and said in his heart: "Mr. Come to ask the hexagram, Mr. is now half-hidden and half-hidden, and he doesn’t say everything, isn’t it contrary to the foreword? You must know that when the man is angry, blood splatters five steps! Now the world is in chaos, and the heroes start from the beginning. It’s time for us to show our ambitions , if I really can't make a lot of achievements, why do I still live in this world? Why don't I drag my husband to the underworld and ask Lord Yan to comment on the truth."

He put his right hand on his waist, with an iron expression on his face, as if he was ready to die together.

PS: Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 are being written, and it is estimated that they will be released after two o'clock, so there is no need to wait.

(End of this chapter)