Official Immortal

After chatting for a while, Jing Ziling and Jing Junwei also came. Chen Taizhong knew at this time that President Zhao from the Mediterranean was once the vice president of Tiannan University, and another old man named Pang was the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Both of them are in their early seventies. Principal Zhao is half of Jing Yiyuan’s apprentice. Although Chairman Pang has also studied calligraphy from Elder Jing for a while, he is also the cousin of Jing Tao’s lover, so his seniority is not good. Forget it.

The two of them were not young anymore. When they talked about nine o'clock, they got up to say goodbye. Liao Hongzhi also stood up. Chen Taizhong and the Jing brothers and sisters sent the three to the door and watched them leave before turning back.

Although Jing Yiyuan is not young, he is very awkward. He still sits under the eaves and enjoys tea and enjoys the rain. Seeing them turn around, he smiled and said, "Say, dig a small pond in the yard, OK?"

"You can grow some beans, tomatoes, eggplants, etc.," Jing Junwei replied a little impatiently, "How big is this yard in total, and there is such a big vine, how do you dig a pond?"

He is Jing Yiyuan's grandson, and he went out early to explore the world alone. He has a good attitude towards anyone, but he is disrespectful towards his grandfather.

Chen Taizhong knows a little bit about the cause and effect. In fact, Mr. Da Jing is the one who Jing Tao loves the most, but Jing Tao continued, and the old man nodded his head. Those who are grandsons hate his grandfather. You can speak habit, just like that. Disrespect does not mean disrespect.

So he smiled and answered, "Why don't I talk to the big guy, give you a piece of land, build a small second floor and make a yard by myself?"

"Hey, this is great," Jing Junwei said on behalf of his grandfather. "It doesn't need to be big, ten acres of land will do. My grandpa is a national treasure. I don't know how my dad mixed up... even ten acres of land. Not coming down."

"Does your grandfather look like a panda?" Jing Yiyuan gave him a blank look. The old man was really good, and he wanted to make a joke. Then he sighed and said, "I'm not used to begging, otherwise I can't do it. A piece of land? I've been at ease for a lifetime, I don't want to talk about this little thing, Xiao Chen, you are willing to help, I am very happy... But this land, I hope I can pass it on."

"That's, you can't make it into a former residence or something," Jing Junwei nodded. Real estate in the capital is getting hot now. There are ten acres of land in the urban area of ​​Subo, which must be fought for. "At least my family has the right to inherit."

"Your grandfather is still alive, what did you say about the former residence?" Jing Yiyuan became reluctant to hear the boss, so he glared at his grandson.

"Actually, I fought for Xiao Ziling," Jing Junwei laughed dryly-he may not be rare for this land, but it is cheap, why not? No matter who gets the land, the Jing family always digests it internally.

"Then I will fight for 20 acres, and your brothers and sisters will each have 10 acres," Chen Taizhong replied dubiously. The campus of Tiannan University is close to 2,000 acres. He believes that if he speaks himself and fights for 20 acres, there will be no problem——Jing Old is worth so much.

Jing Junwei and Jing Yiyuan did not answer the conversation. One is unnecessary, and the other is that they feel weird in their hearts-thinking that Jing Lao is a national treasure-level master and has not obtained a piece of land in the urban area. It is Chen Taizhong's small righteous place. At a young age, he dared to praise such Haikou.

It is especially ironic that everyone believes that he can do it.

Is this the charm of power?

At this moment, Jing Ziling said, "Taizhong, don't you want to build a plot of land in Tongshan in the future? Will you still live in Tianda?"

"Who said that?" Chen Taizhong was startled when he heard it, and then his scalp was numb, and he said my plan. Few people knew about it. In my harem, you still bought Neiān?

He counted the insiders, even Wu Yan was only half of them, and only Tang Yixuan was the only one who knew everything--Uh...Tang Yixuan?

"Anyway, I know," Jing Ziling glanced at him slightly. She would not care about the Shenma in Hubin and Yangguang communities, but Ding Xiaoning's Jinghua real estate was surveyed in Tongshan Tianchi—this geomantic treasure land, the hostess must It must be her.

"With the development of Beichong, there are many rumors that slander me," Chen Taizhong frowned slightly and sighed lightly. "I have no ability to prove my innocence, Ziling. The rumors stop at the wise, but Tong Shan... It sounds good too."

Jing Yiyuan heard them talk lively, vaguely but pointedly, he felt quite boring--anyway, he couldn't understand, "Taizhong, you have learned something from Xiao Zhao and Xiao Pang. No?"

"Their enthusiasm for participating in politics is worth learning from," Chen Taizhong answered with a smile.

Wait a minute, only enthusiasm is worth learning, so what else is not worth mentioning? Considering that it might be misunderstood, he added, "Just like the Shilin Qingliu or hermits in the past, they have views on the overall situation of the country and are willing to actively debate... Subjective will is good."

"Hey," Jing Yiyuan originally asked casually. Hearing Chen Taizhong's answer, he couldn't calm down anymore, so he replied in a deep voice, "The subjective wishes you affirm are contradictory to the system construction you want to do. of."

"Oh, I don't think about it." Chen Taizhong shook his head. In fact, he knew in his heart that Jing Lao was not only a calligrapher, but also had a deep understanding of many social and cultural phenomena-after all, he lived like this. A lot of years old, people are not stupid.

Of course, Jing Lao's words have a certain depth, but they may not be correct, so he wanted to hear what the other party said.

"Systems must always be implemented by people," Jing Lao muttered, taking two sips from the teacup at hand, and then whispering again, "But people and systems are in opposition to each other, unless people execute computer programs. Robots... only those who have flesh and blood and their own emotions are called living people, and the system is dead."

"With the system, it must be strictly implemented, and personal emotions cannot be considered." Chen Taizhong said.

"So I said, this can be done through a computer program, and others must be strictly controlled to modify the background data." Although Jing Lao is about to be a hundred years old, his thinking is still sharp, "Too loyal, I think far about this issue. More than you... The system is not omnipotent, it cannot be without loopholes, and it cannot be without historical limitations."

"I don't know what you want to say," Chen Taizhong frowned.

"System is one aspect, morality is the other," Jing Yiyuan smiled. "The most important thing you should grasp is the construction of God's civilization... Administering politics by virtue will leave a valuable story for Beichong."

How do I feel that you want to realize your ruling philosophy through me? Chen Taizhong had such a thought inexplicably in his mind. Although he also planned to build a spiritual civilization, he always felt that Mr. Jing was a bit bookish and ungrounded, so he answered.

"I think walking on two legs is more important, and the existence of the system means that there are laws to follow... If a "Law on Combating Trafficking in Women and Children" can be enacted, buyers will be sentenced, and sellers will sit in a row, where will there be so many traffickers? The cost is too low to lead to various illegal acts."

"But the illegal methods are diversified. How to formulate the system?" Jing Yiyuan looked at him with a smile but not a smile, "There are always mistakes to be drilled. You blindly value the system, so the final result is that the stipulated terms are complicated. It’s very much in line with the United States...There are more lawyers than migrant workers."

In fact, my buddies also mean the same thing. Chen Taizhong admits that there is not much difference between himself and Jing Lao. He and Li Qiang all express this way.

But since Mr. Jing intended to take the exam, he couldn’t just leave it alone. After thinking about it, he replied in a deep voice, “But it’s better to have a system than no system, and it can even urge everyone’s subjective initiative. ...People who rashly stepped into an unfamiliar field, unfortunately, can only recognize it. Who made them fail to understand beforehand?"

"Well, that's a good explanation," Jing Yiyuan nodded, and after thinking about it, he asked again, "But what do you do with the loopholes in the system?"

"Improve the system, and let them go. Let them be lucky," Chen Taizhong deliberately called the truth, so he tested Jing Lao's bottom line, "It's like the Simpson Wife Killing Case...The system is not perfect."

"Hey, is he piled up with money, okay?" Jing Yiyuan snorted disdainfully. Don't look at him when he is old, but he has quick thinking and strong ability to accept. The so-called master, that is really not fortunate. Find a loophole, believe it or not, even if you can't find this loophole, his lawyer can find enough other reasons to delay the trial until his natural death?"

"You're a little bit brainy," the young prospective grandson-in-law replied disrespectfully—actually, it was nothing to look for.

"Young people just can’t listen to the real advice~www.wuxiaspot.com~Jing Yiyuan laughed and spoke indifferently, "A perfect system doesn’t exist anywhere... Your Bei Chong wants to last. Pay attention to moral construction. "

"That's true," Chen Taizhong nodded, then took out a cigarette to light it up, "President Zhao and Chairman Pang said both well, but how is it so simple for the party in charge?"

"So saying that scholars governing the country is empty talk," Jing Lao snorted, sounding a little dissatisfied. "The best thing they should do is to guide moral construction, not to talk about governance... I suffered from the catastrophe of ten years. But it’s a bit stinking old nine, just trying to restore the scholar-official class.

"You are also talking about governing the country," Chen Taizhong laughed eagerly.

"What's so bad about the Restoration scholar-official class?" Jing Junwei heard this and asked unconvincedly, "It is necessary to allow different voices. In history, there are scholar-officials with literati style, not too many."

"There are more people who don't have a strong character," Jing Lao glanced at him lightly, and then at Chen Taizhong, "I told you before. With the perfection of the rules, the imagination will be restricted... Once the privileged class is formed, use Before long, the mud and sand will be all under." (To be continued.)