Official Immortal

The people from the Electric Power Bureau ate a lot of food. They were even driven away by military vehicles today.

But they slander Bei Chong's mind, it is really a lesson, and they will not forget it at all times. When they hear others praise the sanatorium, they deliberately add to it.

Jing Yiyuan and the others are all in the 70s and 80s, so naturally they didn't bother to call them truth, but Jing Ziling came here very low-key-she was too harassed last time.

But no matter how low-key, President Xiao Jing is also Secretary Chen's fiancée. She, grandfather and others, confidently occupy the District Mayor Chen’s courtyard, and Chen was sent out again.

The next morning, Chen Taizhong took time to accompany Jing Lao to the nursing home. Because there were too many elderly people in the group, the car was not driving very fast, and it was almost 11 o'clock in Wushui.

After getting out of the car, Jing Lao and his group were fascinated by the beauty. Jing Yiyuan smiled and said with emotion, "I thought that all the mountains and rivers of the country have been traveled, but I can't imagine that at this age, I can still see such a beautiful scenery."

"If you like, stay for a few more days," Chen Taizhong said with a smile, and at the same time arranged for someone to Zhang Luo. Not long after, he would settle a group of elderly people into a small villa. There are nine such villas in the nursing home.

After settled down, everyone came out again and sat in a pavilion to watch the scenery. The waiters saw that Secretary Chen cared about the group of people, so they had to confess their tea and bring them over.

Several such pavilions have been built around the sanatorium, but this pavilion is closest to the valley. Sitting here, you can clearly see the gurgling water and even hear the sound of water.

Everyone was chatting and drinking tea one after another. Seven or eight people turned around not far away, among them two young people were leading the way.

Seeing the pavilion full of people, the two young men were taken aback for a moment, then stepped forward and asked blankly, "What do you do?"

"Have you taken gunpowder?" Chen Taizhong's face sank. In Beichong, who would dare to talk to him like this?

"You!" The young man's face was flushed, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about moving rough.

"Okay, don't talk like that." Someone walked quickly behind, not someone else, but the Lu political commissar of the Provincial Military Region. "This is Chen Taizhong from Beichong... Lao Zhao, this is Xiao Chen."

An old man walked tremblingly behind him, nodded at Chen Taizhong, glanced at the people present, and then stopped looking at Jing Yiyuan, frowning, "Huh?"

"Sit down, Mr. Zhao," Chen Taizhong stood up. He knew that the two young men should be Mr. Zhao's guards. The behavior of the young man was just to protect the chief, but his attitude was a bit problematic.

If there is a problem with his attitude, he must reprimand, but he must have a minimum attitude of respect for the elderly.

There are stone tables and chairs in the middle of the pavilion, which are already full of people. Between the surrounding pillars, there are long mahogany boards and backrests. He is sitting on such a wooden bench, and giving a seat is just a gesture.

"Xiao Chen did a good job," Mr. Zhao nodded, walked forward tremblingly, and slowly took his seat with the help of people. Some people looked at the person sitting on the stone chair with bad eyes, as if they wanted others to give up their seats. However, the lord sitting in this seat, at first glance, is not much younger than Mr. Zhao.

Chen Taizhong knew that yesterday Han Shihua prepared a dúlì villa for Lao Zhao, and all the entourages could live in it. Moreover, Lao Zhao moved in last night, but he didn't greet him—he was busy greeting Lao Jing.

In fact, even if he goes to greet him, people may not be willing to see him. What are you kidding about? That is a lieutenant general, and the number is less than that of zhōngyāng committee members. Why should he go to join the fun?

Of course, if others care about it, he would be a little rude, but it doesn't matter. If you don't have a yù, he will be just right. But when I see you now, he still has to say hello, "Is old Zhao resting well at night?"

"It's okay, your place is great," Zhao Lao showed a smile on his chicken-skinned face. He was very satisfied with the stay this night. Not only was the air good, but the headaches that torture him from time to time did not appear.

However, since he was young, he liked to drink more. In order to resist this headache, he has been drinking less in the past few years. He drank less last night, and he felt very comfortable when he got up today.

"Old Huang recommended a good place," he casually applauded, and then looked at Jing Yiyuan, "I think you are familiar, have we met before?"

"You know Lao Huang, you should know me?" Jing Lao smiled slightly.

Are we talking about the same person? Mr. Zhao was a little stunned. After several times across the country, who would dare to call Mr. Huang Lao Huang? I didn't dare to do it today. He was stunned for a long time before reacting, "You are...Jing Lao?"

"You call me Lao Jing," Jing Yiyuan replied with a smile, "I am almost twenty years older than you, so I won't give you my seat."

"This... of course you can't give up your seat," Zhao Lao smiled immediately, "I didn't expect to see Master Jing again in the rest of my life. Your body and bones look much stronger than me."

"Where, it's over a hundred years old, one day or another," Jing Yiyuan replied with a smile, "but you are still young...I remember you are from Ufa, right?"

"Lao Jing, you are so immoral, I take it." Zhao Lao held out a thumb. He couldn't help but convinced. He is a one-hundred-year-old man who remembers his native place, but he almost can't recognize him. .

In fact, although he was very satisfied with the environment of the sanatorium, he was a little unhappy because the leader of the district was not waiting to be interviewed, and he was a little unhappy because he was not waiting for the interview.

Someone said last night that the rooms here are tense, and it was hard to coordinate a villa—and there are nine such villas in the nursing home, and even his attendants thought that the district mayor did not know how to respect the chief.

It was the place recommended by Huang Lao, and Zhao Lao didn't bother to care about it, but in his heart he felt that the people of Beichong were a little bit ignorant-who could live in the other eight villas?

Otherwise, the older people are, the more they care about such small things.

But when I ran into Jing Lao, who called Huang Lao Huang, Zhao understood that I was a junior in front of these people.

So he smiled slightly, "Unexpectedly, you are here too."

"Little Chen is talking to my granddaughter about whom," Jing Yiyuan glanced at Chen Taizhong.

"This child has a good eye," Mr. Zhao nodded, and then he saw that beside him, there was a tall and beautiful woman sitting next to him. For a while, he was a little startled, "This is...Xiao Jing?"

"Isn't it pretty?" Jing Yiyuan was a little proud. "My granddaughter is not only beautiful, but her head is very easy to use. Old Huang is not as lucky as me."

"I was wrong, Xiao Chen has a good eye," Zhao Lao laughed, "If I don't know that you have a partner, even if I **** it, I will **** you home... Of my seven grandchildren, three are not married. Well, whatever you choose."

"Grandpa Zhao, when we meet for the first time, I wish you good health and a long life," Jing Ziling replied with a smile, and then put her two white palms together and stretched out, "Are there any red envelopes?"

"Let's not bring this, right?" Old Zhao laughed loudly, then scratched his head, "What can I do for you?"

At this moment, someone nearby came to him and said something in his ear. Since Mr. Zhao was a little hard-earned, everyone heard this word-Mr. Jing's granddaughter, the company was listed in the United States, and it was not bad for money.

"You bully your Grandpa Zhao," Zhao Lao nodded suddenly, thinking about it, he told the people around him, not long after, someone handed over a car key.

"This is Grandpa Zhao's car. Let me play with you for a year," Zhao veteran handed her the key, pretending to be mysterious, "this brand is very good, you can run through the red light on Chang'an Street... don't run it easily."

"I have been playing for ten years, and I will pay you back when that time comes," Jing Ziling replied with a smile.

"This kid really can talk," Zhao Lao laughed. People wish him another ten years to live. "No, only one year. Grandpa Zhao can't live that old... Jing Lao, I have to arrange grandson I will go with you in the autumn wind."

"How old are you?" Jing Yiyuan snorted disdainfully, "Xiao Chen Zhangluo's sanatorium, you can live with ease and live for ten or eight years... is that a thing?"

"No, I have shrapnel on my head..." Lao Zhao touched his head and sighed in distress, "It hurts from time to time, I'm worried that I won't be able to survive this year."

"Live for a while and see the effect," Jing Yiyuan comforted him with a smile.

"But last night I slept well," Zhao Lao nodded, then glanced at Chen Taizhong, "Xiao Chen is really good."

"Old Zhao praised," Chen Taizhong replied with a smile, but secretly muttered in his heart, of course you are living well.

In order to ensure the reputation of the sanatorium, he made some hands and feet on a few trees with relatively sufficient spirits, and from time to time he could attract some spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth. Although it is far less than his fairy spirit, it is a kind of body conditioning. The effect is still very obvious.

The two groups of people were a bit wrong at first. After the call ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the atmosphere became much more harmonious. At this time, a waiter brought chess, and everyone started playing chess in full swing. There are many others. People are arrogant.

It's been a long time since Mr. Zhao had enjoyed this kind of atmosphere, but he was happily watching, but when the meal arrived and everyone was gone, he was curious again: he would live in the other villas. What kind of person?

In fact, of the nine villas, only four have been opened, and the other villas are all idle.

But that afternoon, another group of people came, and this time, they were actually a group of foreigners with turbans on their heads—it appeared to be from Arab countries.

This group of people is very pompous. With three Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles and a Mercedes-Benz bus, they only have to write "Master is not bad for money" on their faces.

The security guard is responsible for the number of the appointment to be made with the other party. Someone reported it next to him and pointed out that this is a room reserved by Prince-don't need more?

The front desk checked the number and found that it was so, and they led the person to the designated villa. Unexpectedly, someone whispered a few words, and then the translation found the front desk, "We packaged the nursing home...how much?"