"Chen Shaoping, Chen Shaoping, after all, he is still not as good as Liu Zhenhua..."
He is not as good as Liu Zhenhua in officialdom, and he is not as good as Liu Zhenhua in terms of masculinity...
retribution! This is retribution!
Li Yixiang is the Qingtian Master in the sky. Chen Shaoping hurt this Qingtian Master, and the retribution he got was that he could not have the glory of a normal man...
Zhao Mengwu didn't get his retribution until he was in his teens, and Chen Shaoping got his retribution when he was in his thirties...
However, Chen Shaoping asked himself, when it came to harming the world, he could only feel sorry for Li Yixiang...
For the hometown of Songguan Town, the orchard planting economy was promoted, which made at least a very small part of the farmers rich, and then a large part of the farmers had a stable income...
Regarding Renli Town, Chen Shaoping at least sought justice for villagers No. 100 of Yangjia Village and built a new resettlement village at the new town government...
However, if the way of heaven is like this, who can we ask to reason with?
Isn’t there a saying: “Good people don’t live long, but evil people live for thousands of years!”
Chen Shaoping probably still had a little bit of "the edge of a good guy", so he didn't live long, but "the glory was taken away!"
As a man, especially a man in his early thirties, strong and unmarried... this punishment is cruel enough!
Ever since her younger brother Chen Shaoan got married, her mother Li Yufang has been frantically launching a war to urge Chen Shaoping to get married...
In the past, it was Chen Shaoping who didn't think about it and didn't want to get married...
Now, Chen Shaoping is no longer qualified to get married...
Do you marry someone back and leave them a widow? That is really cruel!
If they can't defend themselves and Hongxing cheats, Chen Shaoping will have to wear a big hat again... How can Chen Shaoping accept this shame?
"well……"
Chen Shaoping could only sigh.
"Director Chen, how come you are sighing here in your great years?"
A loud voice came over.
Chen Shaoping raised his head and drove away, and saw an old man opposite him, about 1.65 meters tall, with long hair and beard all white, looking at him with a smile.
Chen Shaoping was stunned for two seconds before he remembered that this old man was "Mr. Deng, a famous living god from all over the country."
The last time I met Mr. Deng, I went to the Haicheng Lake development site and asked Mr. Deng to do some work.
At that time, it was also because of this ritual that Chen Shaoping almost became a hot search for "Zha Lang".
"Hello, Mr. Deng!" Chen Shaoping subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake hands with Mr. Deng.
Mr. Deng is a man with fair hair and a childlike face, a ruddy complexion, and a voice like a bell. He is obviously full of energy.
According to Han Hongfang, Mr. Deng is over 70 years old. Except for his white beard and hair, his appearance and temperament look exactly like those of about 60 years old.
"Director Chen, have you had a serious illness?" Mr. Deng looked at Chen Shaoping seriously and asked.
Chen Shaoping was surprised and nodded: "Mr. Deng, you are really a living god!"
Mr. Deng smiled heartily and said, "You can tell by looking at your expression right here! You're not really capable!"
Chen Shaoping smiled and nodded.
Mr. Deng hesitated to speak. He had already seen some things last year, but Chen Shaoping hurried back to the county seat and failed to listen carefully.
Now that things have happened, Mr. Deng still had something to say to Chen Shaoping, but Chen Shaoping did not take the initiative to ask.
Mr. Deng’s sect has a rule of “If you don’t ask, don’t tell; if you don’t ask, don’t teach.”
"Director Chen, I heard that there was a lot of excitement at Haicheng Lake today, and the entire Cangyang government went there. Why didn't you go?" Mr. Deng asked with a smile.
Chen Shaoping shook his head calmly and said: "It is a puddle of trouble. I can't stop it, and I don't dare to be contaminated in the slightest!"
Mr. Deng's eyes lit up, as if he had gotten to know Chen Shaoping again.
"Director Chen, your words are quite a bit like those of my generation!" Mr. Deng said with a smile.
"I feel this too!" Chen Shaoping thought of the Haicheng Lake development project and felt a blockage in his heart.
"Director Chen, are you busy today? If not, would you like to go to Lingyuan Temple with me for a walk?" Mr. Deng rarely invites others to do anything, and Chen Shaoping is one of them.
When Chen Shaoping heard Mr. Deng's invitation, he thought of the "retribution" he had thought about before, and immediately agreed: "I think I should go and burn some incense!"
Mr. Deng smiled and nodded, "Then let's go!"
"It's four or five kilometers from here to Lingyuan Temple. Mr. Deng, how about we take a taxi?" Chen Shaoping suggested.
"Director Chen, are you in a hurry?" Mr. Deng asked.
Chen Shaoping shook his head, and Mr. Deng said: "Since we are not in a hurry, let's walk up slowly. Four or five kilometers is not too far! We are just talking!"
Chen Shaoping accompanied Mr. Deng all the way up.
"Director Chen, do you still remember the last time I deduced your destiny for you?" Mr. Deng took the initiative to bring up what happened more than half a year ago.
"Remember, remember, that time was at Qiaotouhe Farmhouse in Mengchuan Town!" Chen Shaoping still had an impression of this incident.
"Director Chen, do you remember what I said at that time?" Mr. Deng continued to ask.
"At that time..." Chen Shaoping carefully recalled the situation at that time.
It was true that Mr. Deng was asked to tell fortunes at that time, but what exactly did Mr. Deng say at that time?
Chen Shaoping really couldn't remember it. He only remembered that he received a call from Li Yixiang, saying that his deeds of engaging in feudal superstition in Haicheng Lake had been posted online, which had a very bad impact... Chen Shaoping hurried back to the county seat. .
"Sorry, Mr. Deng, I forgot everything..." Chen Shaoping really couldn't remember, so he answered truthfully.
Mr. Deng smiled and continued: "At that time, you asked me for fortune telling and you didn't give me any money. You also forgot everything I said to you. We are now in the clear..."
"Forehead……"
As soon as Mr. Deng said this, Chen Shaoping was shocked and thought to himself: "Mr. Deng is here to ask for money?"
With this thought, his favorable impression of Mr. Deng plummeted, but Chen Shaoping could also figure out that living gods from all over the country also need to eat. Feng shui and fortune telling are their jobs and their jobs.
"Mr. Deng, I'm really sorry. It was my negligence at the time. How much do you think I should give you as a marriage fee?" Chen Shaoping asked quickly.
"Are you asking me to calculate your horoscope now?" Mr. Deng asked.
"Yes! I didn't give you money last time, but this time I have an opportunity and I can't miss it!" Chen Shaoping said with a smile.
"Today, I am going to Lingyuan Temple to burn incense, not counting my horoscopes. If you are interested, please come see me another day! My home is at No. 18 Fenghuang New Village!" Mr. Deng said seriously.
"No. 18, Fenghuang New Village. Okay, Mr. Deng, I'll remember it. I'll definitely visit you in person someday!"
