'Ni Zuzong'.
Shen Wanwan was very satisfied with this name.
Shen Ye recited it silently twice, always feeling an indescribable and strange feeling...
"This name..." Shen Ye said thoughtfully.
Shen Wanwan touched the tip of her nose guiltily. Was it because she had woken up too obviously?
Then, she heard her eldest brother sigh, "What a majestic and good name."
Shen Wanwan raised her eyebrows and said, "Thank you."
"...Then I will call you Mr. Ni from now on." Shen Zong said politely.
Shen Wanwan replied, "Okay."
Shen Zong thought for a while and then asked, "Which three words are they? Can you tell me conveniently?"
Shen Wanwan opened her mouth and said, "'Ni' from 'Ni Dahong', 'pawn' from 'lead by one's own example', and as for 'zong'... it has the same name as Mr. Shen."
Shen Zong, "It seems that we are very destined."
This is a great fate.
Shen Wanwan agreed with Shen Zong's words.
While Shen Zong was on the voice call, he also opened the files of all employees of [Palm] on his computer.
Enter three words to search.
【Ni Zuzong】.
There are two employees in his company named "Ni" and three with the character "Zong" in their names.
But the one named "Ni Zuzong"... showed zero result.
Shen Wanwan glanced at the time and saw that Bai Mianyu should have come back from the bathhouse, so he suggested we talk another day.
Although Shen Zong still had many questions in his mind, it was not convenient to continue disturbing them.
In any case, this Mr. Ni's voice sounds like he is in his twenties at most. He is really young and promising!
At the same time, Bai Mianyu, who happened to have just returned to the door of the dormitory, was standing outside the door with a frightened expression.
"!!!"
what's the situation? She actually heard a man's voice in their dormitory! ! !
Plus, it sounds a little nice! ! !
**
In the next few days, the weather in Beijing became obviously hotter. As we enter May, the temperature continues to rise.
There are noisy insects in the grass, and the courtyards of major mansions in Beijing are full of greenery, with all kinds of precious flowers vying for beauty.
During this period, Shen Wanwan and Shen Zong often had voice calls. Whenever this happened, Bai Mianyu would hold her cheeks in her hands and look on with an infatuated expression as she watched Sister Wan use her voice changer and talk to the other end of the video, but she didn't even listen. Professional content that I don’t understand.
Shen Zong is busy at work every day and works tirelessly.
And Ni Zuzong is also a very efficient person.
Shen Zong felt more and more that he and Brother Ni were very close.
It was originally a good thing to have a confidant by his side, but unfortunately, he still didn't want to talk to her in Wanwan. Now he doesn't even reply to his messages. I don't know what he is busy with every day...
Every time he thought about this, Shen Zong's heart was still filled with clouds, like a huge stone weighing on him.
A few days later, it was time for Shen Wanwan to see Mr. Jiang.
Today is not a rest day. During the school lunch break, Lu Zhiwen sent a car to take Shen Wanwan back to the Jiang family's old house.
At this moment, Shen Wanwan was taking Mr. Jiang's pulse in the back room. In the outer room, Jiang Zhiyan was sitting by the window, holding something that Manager Han had just given to him.
The man was wearing a simple and neat gray light plaid suit and a suit vest of the same color. He had a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a thin face with clear bones. He didn't need to make any expressions, he just looked at someone calmly like this moment. At this moment, people can already feel the tense and dangerous atmosphere.
He placed one arm flat on the armrest of the sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. His folded legs were placed casually. The legs of his trousers were slender and smooth, and his leather shoes were spotless.
At first glance, the gentleman appears elegant, intellectual and easy-going.
A closer look revealed that there was no warmth in his seemingly peaceful eyes.
Now that the weather is hot, men's shirt sleeves will be rolled up. Only then did we realize that there was a somewhat obvious scar on the upper end of Jiang Zhiyan's strong forearm, which was wrapped in a clean white shirt.
Shen Wanwan discovered it a few days ago and even observed it secretly.
But because only a corner was exposed, it was looming, so it was impossible to tell whether it was a scar, a gunshot wound, or something else...
But no matter where it came from, it is curious enough that this kind of scar appears on the body of the distinguished third master of the Jiang family.
Jiang Zhiyan was reading the document from the [Palm] project, and at the same time, the Bluetooth headset in his ear was listening to the excited report from Manager Han.
"President, you must take a look at the project proposal provided by [Palm] this time. I think it is really feasible, but I don't know if you will be satisfied with it, President..."
Jiang Zhiyan responded noncommittally.
"Call back in half an hour," the man said slowly, and then hung up.
Shen Wanwan came out of the back room.
She glanced at the man's exposed arm, and at the same time, her hand was wrapped with the acupuncture cloth bag she had just used, so she seemed casual.
The slender straps wrapped around the girl's fingertips and around the black cloth bag. The last tightening had an inexplicable alluring power.
So much so that Jiang Zhiyan looked at his fiancée for a long time without noticing her looking at his arm.
"Have you had lunch at night?"
Shen Wanwan smiled and said, "At this time, shouldn't you first ask me how my old man's condition is?"
Jiang Zhiyan stared at her with interest, "So, did Wanwan eat or not?"
Her fiancé is a complete lunatic.
Shen Wanwan shrugged, "I didn't have time to eat, so your assistant took it over after class."
Jiang Zhiyan nodded slightly, looking a little apologetic.
"Stay and eat later."
"Eat more recently... maybe you can use your strength somewhere."
Shen Wanwan looked at him strangely, but Jiang Zhiyan didn't give any explanation and just turned the wheelchair to the coffee table.
Shen Wanwan recalled the lessons of his class over the past few days. Even the only physical education class was completed yesterday. Where could he use his strength?
But Jiang Zhiyan's tone just now sounded like he knew something...
**
At the same time, in the principal's office of No. 1 Middle School.
There have been a series of incidents of students being beaten in the school recently, and many parents of students have called his principal's office.
Anyone who can call him has an unusual status.
Qin Guodong was very troubled by this.
His own grandson was also a victim. During such a critical period in his senior year of high school, he was forced to stay in the hospital for a week and just resumed school yesterday.
And the murderer has not been found yet!
Qin Guodong didn't want something like this to happen again, and the students' parents also needed an explanation.
Qin Guodong picked up the phone and dialed the school's internal line, "Director Hao, come to my office after you finish your work soon."
In the director's office in the next building, Hao Gou held the phone receiver in both hands and replied with a very flattering smile, "Okay, Principal Qin, I'll be there as soon as I finish the work in hand!"
After Hao Gou hung up the phone with Principal Qin, he immediately handed over all the work in his hands to his subordinates. After completing the handover, he went straight to the principal's office.
The subordinate held a thick stack of documents in his hands and did not dare to speak no matter how dissatisfied he was.
I’ve long been used to it!
"Dong dong dong!"
Hao Gou knocked on the door, and after receiving the answer, he opened the door and walked into the principal's office, "Principal Qin, you are looking for me."
"Sit down, Director Hao," Qin Guodong slowly picked up the tea cup and looked at Hao Gou.
"It's like this. I came to you today mainly to discuss the recent incident of students being beaten in our school. I thought about it and we should improve the students' self-defense awareness. Do you have any suggestions?"
Solving problems for the principal is his most important job as a dean.
After hearing this, Hao Gou immediately lowered his head and entered contemplation mode!
After thinking for a while, and then flipping through his phone, Hao Gou finally thought of something.
He raised his head, looked at Principal Qin seriously and said, "Principal Qin, I know there is a particularly famous kendo gym in our city!"
"Kendo Hall?" Qin Guodong used the lid of the teacup to skim off the foam on the top of the teacup, and then blew it gently.
"Yes," Hao Gou pulled up the kendo gym's information from his mobile phone and placed it in front of Principal Qin's desk.
As soon as a few splendid and majestic photos were displayed, Hao Gou's next words immediately became very convincing.
"Principal Qin, their curator's surname is Diao. He is very famous in the industry at a young age. Not only is he good at swordsmanship, but he is also proficient in taekwondo and Sanda. Many schools in Beijing want to invite him to teach students, but in the end they just His apprentices are just here to give guidance. He himself does not come out easily and is very well-known. All of his apprentices have outstanding achievements. But if other schools are not good, it does not mean that our No. 1 Middle School is not good either. Principal Qin, if you If it seems feasible, I can go and talk to him personally.”
After Hao Gou finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Guodong secretly, and without waiting for Qin Guodong's reply, he continued to add his exclusive rainbow fart, "After all, under your leadership, our No. 1 Middle School is also a first-class high-end institution in Beijing. I believe When Director Diao hears your name, he will definitely be willing to reward you, and those parents of those students will have nothing to say if they know that we can invite Director Diao here."
After listening to Hao Gou's words, Qin Guodong turned the tea cup in his hand and seemed quite satisfied.
"That's all thanks to Director Hao."
Hao Gou chuckled and said, "That's right. This is my responsibility. I'll make an appointment with him soon, and then go over there and talk to him as soon as possible."
Qin Guodong nodded and finally took a sip of comfortable tea.
Hao Gou returned to his office, and the assistant came to Director Hao with the work he had just finished.
Who knew that Hao Gou waved his hand and said directly, "These are not important anymore, there are more important things now!"
Before the assistant could react, Hao Gou quickly arranged a new job for him.
An hour later, the assistant finally contacted the Kendo Hall.
Originally, Haogou wanted to go there in person to show the sincerity of their school, but the person on the other side said that their director was very busy, so in the end they only made an appointment to contact him by phone.
I didn’t expect that even the first step of setting up a bridge connection would be so difficult!
Hao Gou was sweating a little.
It is conceivable that it would be even more difficult for him to invite the well-known Director Diao to come to their school to teach in person!
But since he had just spoken nonsense in front of Principal Qin, Hao Gou had no choice but to bite the bullet and give it a try.
As soon as the call was connected, Hao Gou contacted the legendary curator Diao.
"Hello, are you Director Diao? I'm from Beijing No. 1 Middle School..."
Hao Gou still had the same good attitude as before, but what he never expected was that everyone said that it was completely impossible for Director Diao to come out in person, but during the phone call, Hao Gou didn't even wait for Principal Qin to move out. Damn, after he just said the words "Beijing No. 1 Middle School", the other party agreed directly without even raising any conditions? !
The pleasure was so great that Hao Gou once wondered whether Director Diao, who was talking to him on the phone, was a fake?
Hao Gou felt that his luck was extremely good. After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the assistant beside him sanctimoniously.
"Do you see? This means that hard work pays off!"
The little assistant secretly curled his lips, thinking that the reason why it went so smoothly was because their No. 1 middle school was famous and had a good reputation?
But no matter what, the matter was settled, and Qin Guodong was very satisfied.
One day later, word spread in the school that Diao Qinglong, the director of the Beijing Kendo Gym, was coming to No. 1 Middle School to teach self-defense classes to the students in person.
"What's going on? It's too funny to give us a self-defense class. I'm not the school beauty or the school idol. It's completely unnecessary."
"I heard that it was because our school boss Qin was beaten, and Principal Qin felt sorry for his grandson that he arranged this event. Let's just treat it as a free escort. We happened to meet the legendary Director Diao. I heard he was a martial arts fighter. He’s a celebrity and a powerful person!!”
"Really? I don't know if he's handsome or not?"
"I heard that those who are good at kung fu generally have better looks... Hey, forget it, even if you are not handsome, you must be super fit. How can you still have a bad figure? The last thing we don't see when we stay in school every day is Muscular man, Sihasha, I’m so looking forward to it!”
In the corridor between classes, students can be seen everywhere discussing this matter.
Many students have heard of the name of that kendo gym. Even if they have never seen him in person and don't know his appearance, they all know a lot about his deeds.
For example, Qi Dasheng is simply the biggest fan of curator Diao Qinglong.
When I heard that he was coming to school to give them free lessons, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night.
Not only him, but his father also greatly praised Diao Qinglong after watching his international boxing championships. He said that this young man has unique bones and extraordinary skills and will definitely achieve great things in the future!
During the lunch break, on the rooftop of the teaching building, Qi Dasheng crossed his legs, biting bread, and excitedly told Shen Wanwan how powerful Diao Qinglong was.
But at this moment, Shen Wanwan was drinking milk through a straw, and in her mind she could only recall the words that a certain man had said before——
"Eat more recently... maybe you can use your strength somewhere."
Isn't it?
Could this be what Jiang Zhiyan was referring to at that time?
Then the ability to predict the unknown is too awesome...
