I also want to fall in love

Xuerge: "..."

This weird behavior really made Xu Erge unable to deal with it. He thought Jiang Weiyu was a bit of feudal superstition, so he brought him here to pay homage to the Great Immortal, but it didn't look like it. It's like visiting a museum.

This is really a wonderful leadership.

"Xiao Xu, do you have any beliefs?"

Jiang Weiyu's sudden question made Xu Erge stunned for a moment, but then he realized it, probably because the big boss depends on his political awareness.

Xuerge nodded: "I have."

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity..."

Xu Erge looked serious, whether it was true or not, but the expression was really serious.

Jiang Weiyu: "...I took you out for a walk today, not to give you lessons."

Xu Erge looked in disbelief, is he stupid?Don't be stupid!

He knows exactly what kind of money-absorbing monster Ying Ni will become in the future, Jiang Weiyu took him out for a walk today, and there must be some advice, including but not limited to admonishing him to keep his heart, not to be blinded by money, and not to be bad Etc., etc……

Everyone at different stages of growth will always encounter the teachings of different elders. This is China's 5000-year cultural accumulation, and it is also the love and love of the older generation for the younger generation.

He has experienced this kind of thing many times since he was a child. Among them, the teachers taught him the most, and the second place was the painful lessons from being beaten.

"Well, there are indeed some things I want to tell you, not preaching, it doesn't matter if you like to listen to it or not, it doesn't matter if it goes in one ear and out the other."

Jiang Weiyu obviously regained his composure, and realized that he really couldn't escape the situation of admonishing him this trip, so he couldn't just chat about family affairs, he was very busy, so there was no time to talk about family affairs.

"Uncle Jiang, don't worry, I love hearing these words the most. Your older generation has eaten more salt than I have eaten. You have rich experience in life. If you teach me a little, I will avoid many detours." Xu Erge Seriously.

Jiang Weiyu was amused by Xu Erge's attitude, and just about to say something, suddenly he heard Xu Erge's cell phone ring.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Jiang, I'll answer the phone."

Xu Erge took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Mama Jiang's call, so he answered it.

"Honey, where are you?"

"..."

Mother Jiang changed a new address for him, and this time she was obviously more intimate, and her tone was more gentle.

So gentle, there is a situation.

"Auntie... well, Mom, what's the matter?" Xu Erge just called out the word "auntie" before being forcefully distorted by Jiang's mother.

"I heard from Xiaoni that you asked for leave recently, oops, why don't you go home after taking leave, I miss you."

Xu Erge said awkwardly: "...Return, I will return tonight."

This was the second day after he asked for leave, and Jiang's mother had already received the news. How anxious she was, it was obviously impossible not to go back.

Mother Jiang: "Then, remember to buy some food when you come back. Mom wants to eat your cooking."

"Ok."

Mother Jiang: "Hey, goodbye baby son, mom loves you ＾3＾."

Xuerge: "..."

My head hurts, should I let Jiang Xiaoni ask for leave and go home to take care of it, or call and shake Uncle Jiang over, good guy, Mother Jiang is getting more and more naive, it doesn't matter.

Seeing Xu Erge come back, Jiang Weiyu smiled and said, "What? You look melancholy."

"It's okay, it's just that the family is urging me to go home for dinner..."

Yes, it's just that the family is urging me to go home for a meal, so why not panic, don't panic.

"That's it. I originally thought that I would invite you to have a meal at home tonight. Your aunt's cooking skills are pretty good. It seems that you have no luck." Jiang Weiyu said with a smile.

"Next time, next time I will come to bother you."

Jiang Weiyu continued to walk, and Xu Erge continued to follow. As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he heard someone talking inside: "Oh, poor man, why are there always some big Buddhas in this small place the size of my palm? Tsk tsk."

At the back of the hall is an ancient camphor tree surrounded by several people. Under the tree, there are a square table and several chairs. A Taoist priest about five or sixty years old is sitting on one of the chairs, holding a purple sand teapot in his hand, squinting his eyes. Staring at Jiang Weiyu and Xu Erge.

Jiang Weiyu took a few steps forward, stood still and spoke, "Long time no see, Master Qingshen."

Qingshen straightened his face and corrected, "Hey, just call me a Taoist. I can't afford to be a real person, Secretary Jiang."

"If you have nothing to do, you will come to my little broken palace. Tell me, what's the matter?"

This opening has a very Beijing accent, and the Erhua pronunciation with a correct accent is quite distinctive.

Jiang Weiyu beckoned to Xu Erge, and after letting him come over, he said, "My little friend, the real person will tell him a fortune?"

Xu Erge's expression was a little weird. Just now he felt that Secretary Jiang was not a feudal superstitious person. Why, he felt wrong?

There is no party spirit!

"Oh?"

Daoist Qingshen looked at Xu Erge very curiously, and said casually: "You don't believe me, why did you ask me to tell fortunes all of a sudden?"

Judging from the tone of the chat between these two people, they must be old friends who have known each other for many years. In other words, this is actually a bit special. One is an official and the other is a Taoist priest.

"Fortune-telling, come on, I'll give you a look." Daoist Qing Shen didn't refuse, he just beckoned Xu Erge to come to him.

"Is it okay? I don't believe in fortune-telling." Xu Erge shook his head, a little indifferently.

Jiang Weiyu smiled and said, "It doesn't cost money to do the math."

Daoist Qing Shen: "???"

"Wait a minute, when did I say that fortune-telling doesn't cost money!" Qingshen was a little annoyed, as if he felt a little angry that Jiang Weiyu had messed up a big business like this.

"Why, we have been friends for so many years, do you need money for me to tell the fate of a younger generation?" Jiang Weiyu asked in amazement.

"Friendship is friendship, and money is money. Friendship cannot be discounted. Let me polish the golden body of my patriarch." Taoist Qingshen spoke righteously, and his words were not rough. Workers are not cheap, they all cost money...

Hearing this, Jiang Weiyu asked curiously, "Did you see something?"

Daoist Qingshen narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a mysterious face: "The poor Taoist can see that this benefactor is extremely rich, beyond words!"

With a sound of poverty and a sound of benevolence, the Taoist's compulsion came up immediately.

Xu Erge, who had been listening to the two with his ears up all the time, was a little speechless, and said in pain: "Uncle Jiang, this situation is obvious, okay? You are such a big secretary with a lot of work, you should take time to bring When I go out to visit the Baiyun Temple, generally speaking, a fool can see that my being expensive and rich can have something to do with it."