Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"Mr. Jiang, according to the information provided by Tian Kang, Nannan should be in that Yunhe V7."

Xia Wanwan naturally sat in the driving seat and spoke while fastening her seat belt.

"The repair shop owner's words also indirectly confirm that what Tian Kang said is true. It seems that the car has already arrived in Changning District."

When Xia Wanwan said this, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"Mr. Jiang, Jiang Shoucheng and Xie Zhizhi are in a deep fight. Can we use the Xie family to put pressure on him?"

"He should take the initiative to hand over his daughter to avoid being exposed and being put in a passive position."

Jiang Ran glanced at the boring scenery on both sides of the national highway and said casually: "Passive?"

"I slaughtered Sizhi Tan in the street. Have you ever heard about this from other people?"

"So many people died in the Golden Years, which shouldn't be a small matter. How come he couldn't be put in a passive position?"

He said these words not because he was lamenting the injustice of the world.

It was just to give Xia Wanwan some advice.

There are some things you can count on those in higher positions to be fair, but in most cases, the results will never be what you want.

If it was her or Zhao Wu who encountered this incident and it was confirmed that Jiang Shoucheng was implicated.

The most appropriate way is to tell Xie Heng the whole story and the demands, and have him negotiate with Jiang Shoucheng.

But he is not Xia Wanwan, so he doesn't need to hide under other people's umbrellas.

The meeting with Jiang Shoucheng was just a matter of whether he was willing or not.

"I understand." Xia Wanwan opened and closed her cherry lips several times before nodding heavily.

She understood that Jiang Ran was reminding her that the way to deal with problems depends on the person who follows.

From now on, she should slowly change her old way of thinking.

In Jiang Ran's world, there is no compromise.

The approach of taking a step back was definitely not something he was interested in.

……

Shenhe Manor.

A stand-alone two-story building.

The courtyard is surrounded by an attractive fence, and there are two cultivated fields on both sides of the road leading to the living room on the first floor.

Flowers are planted on one side and vegetables are planted on the other side.

As autumn deepens, all flowers have lost their charm, leaving only the golden weeping chrysanthemums.

The flower field only occupies an area, followed by a ground of pebbles and a sunshade eave extending along the edge of the wall.

There was a marble table under the eaves, with a tea tray on it and a gray-haired old man sitting on a stool.

He drank tea comfortably and looked at the flower field with a smile in his eyes.

"Xiao Jiang, if you continue to take care of this chrysanthemum like this, it will become too delicate to be kept alive."

"Besides, you are in charge of the livelihood of the people of Nandu. What's the point of just pruning flowers and plants all day long?"

In the flower field, there was a middle-aged man in a white shirt, half squatting on the ground tending to the chrysanthemums.

Hearing the old man's words, a faint smile appeared on his bronze face.

"The more beautiful the flowers are, the better your mood will be. You may even eat two more bowls of rice."

"As a junior, no matter how much I do to make you feel comfortable and beneficial to your physical and mental health, it will never be enough."

Old Zhu stroked his half-long beard and laughed with great satisfaction.

"I've been in Nandu for so long, and many people have come to visit me. But since they knew I wasn't in charge, I really cut off contact with the younger generation I had dealt with over the years, and fewer and fewer people have come."

"Only you, kid, would still remember the compliments I casually gave you when I visited a town more than 20 years ago."

Jiang Shoucheng paused for a moment, then stood up and went to wash his hands.

Then he walked slowly to the table and stood still, raised his hands respectfully and solemnly, and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Without Mr. Zhu's words, there would be no Jiang Shoucheng today."

"It's just a casual remark to you, but to me, it's laying the foundation for the future."

"Compared to your promotion and help to me, what I have done is so embarrassing that I feel ashamed just talking about it."

He almost dropped his head to the ground.

The tone was calm, but it was this lack of excitement that made it seem more sincere.

Mr. Zhu is very old, but his eyes do not look cloudy.

He has been maneuvering for decades and prides himself on having a deep understanding of people's hearts and knowing many things at a glance.

But when he looked at Jiang Shoucheng who was bowing in front of him, his clear eyes became dazed for a moment.

It was as if I saw myself across time, having the same humble attitude decades ago.

The people he faced with this attitude were his wife and father-in-law.

Everything Jiang Shoucheng has done for him over the years have been insignificant.

For example, playing chess with him, traveling thousands of miles to an efficacious temple to pray for blessings, or doing things like cutting flowers and grass like today.

He felt that his persistence over the years, even if he was asking for something, was not an act of usurpation.

But Jiang Shoucheng has not said a word about work until today.

You have to know that his son is about to retire, and once the incense and offerings are made before he retires, they cannot be changed.

By then, all Jiang Shoucheng's hard work over the years would be in vain.

I don’t know how many thoughts went through Mr. Zhu’s mind. After a long time, he slowly stood up.

The pace is slow but not stumbling.

He stood in front of Jiang Shoucheng for nearly a minute before reaching out to his shoulder.

He stretched it out halfway but stopped in mid-air, and said with clear eyes: "Xiao Jiang, I have seen your kindness over the years."

Jiang Shoucheng said nothing, and even his shoulders did not tremble at all.

"After much thought, I feel that given your level and ability, your current position is a bit underappreciated."

"Some time ago, I put down my old face and asked a few juniors for help. I plan to transfer you to Qinghe City to govern. Changing your position will help you realize your ambitions better."

When Mr. Zhu said this, he lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Shoucheng who was bowing.

When he found that there was still no change in his body and even his breathing was still steady, a trace of disappointment finally flashed in his eyes.

Being too perfect and flawless means that the traces are too obvious.

Mr. Zhu sighed slightly in his heart before continuing to speak.

"After a while, when the Qinghe City government is transferred, you should prepare to go to Qinghe City and see the scenery elsewhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, the melancholy in his eyes had not yet faded away, when he noticed Jiang Shoucheng's body trembled and he suddenly looked up at him.

Surprise and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Although Mr. Zhu felt a little disappointed, he had seen everything Jiang Shoucheng had done for him over the years.

Seeing that he was surprised by the news that he was about to be transferred to the position of consul, he also revealed a kind smile.

Just when he thought Jiang Shoucheng would rush to thank him, he found that the other party's eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.

Mixed with the surprise was a deep sense of hesitation and doubt.

Jiang Shoucheng hesitated long enough, until he unconsciously touched the wrinkles on Zhu's face and his head of white hair, he finally made up his mind and fell to his knees with a thud.