Chapter 1 In Fact

Actually, back at the hospital, when Lawyer An asked, "Where's Lao Zhang?"

Lao Dao's reply was: He's ascended to immortality.

Given Lawyer An's political sensitivity, it was impossible for him to be so obtuse as to not have reacted immediately.

On the way back, Lawyer An didn't say a word. Earlier, when the boss was in the room, Lawyer An had even jokingly scolded Lao Dao for being unruly, asking him if he was deaf.

Firstly, it was because their own boss was present.

You're an employee of the bookstore, yet you're bowing and scraping to the president of another company in front of the current boss. What kind of behavior is that?

That's what leaders hate the most.

As an old hand in the underworld, how could Lawyer An make such a mistake?

Secondly, it was to create the illusion that he hadn't realized Lao Dao wasn't Lao Dao anymore,

To lay the groundwork for his subsequent "speech,"

To make it seem more sincere!

As for whether "Lao Dao" would get angry, that wouldn't happen. Lawyer An was certain of this. Firstly, since the Last Lord of Fengdu had returned with the boss, it was clear that he was still on the same side as their bookstore;

Secondly, that feeling of one's identity not being seen through by some clueless small fry, and watching that small fry perform to their heart's content,

That could bring a sense of satisfaction to a big shot;

Lawyer An didn't mind playing the clown and insignificant extra,

After all,

Who told him he wasn't the main character?

As for whether the Last Lord of Fengdu could see through all of this,

Wasn't that obvious?

Of course he could see through it,

But even if he could see through his little thoughts, he still had to perform, otherwise how would he earn brownie points?

The Fengdu system had been severed for a thousand years. Where would you find loyal ministers and good generals? Did you think people were stupid?

Lao Dao finished the remaining wine in one gulp and placed the glass on the coffee table.

He stood up,

Didn't say anything to Lawyer An,

Just silently walked to the door.

Lawyer An's gaze remained fixed on Lao Dao's back.

What a magnificent back it was. In that back, Lawyer An seemed to see his future, saw his prospects, saw gold and jade shining, saw a triumphant return home.

Finally,

That back stopped at the door of the room.

"Do you know any painters?"

Lao Dao asked.

"What kind are you looking for?" Lawyer An asked.

When Lao Zhang heard the word "you," he felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He was upright, but being upright didn't mean his IQ needed recharging.

"Ink wash painting, I guess."

"I can get you acquainted tonight."

Lawyer An's breathing started to quicken.

"Then, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll see you when I get off the plane tomorrow."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Hearing this, Lawyer An bent over even lower and said sincerely:

"You've worked hard."

Lao Dao left the room,

And Lawyer An immediately breathed a sigh of relief,

And "plop," sat down on the carpet.

"He, he, he, he is…………"

Lao Zhang stammered.

Lawyer An lit a cigarette, took a puff silently, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring,

And said:

"Who he is, is that any of your business?

Why aren't you at home taking care of your kids?"

………………

The flight back was still on Donghai Airlines, a small plane, with only eight seats in first class. When he bought the tickets, there were only three left.

The allocation of these three first-class tickets was actually very simple.

At least, for Lawyer An, it was very simple.

The boss and Yingying sat together, because the boss needed to rest and catch up on sleep on the plane.

Lao Dao, one.

Ok,

Allocation completed.

However,

When everyone except Lao Zhang lined up to enter the cabin, they were all a little surprised to see Lao Dao actually sitting behind the boss.

Fortunately, everyone was sharp.

Everyone had heard about Lao Dao's true identity.

At this time, Lao Dao receiving such preferential treatment from the head butler, An Buqi, was definitely not because Lawyer An suddenly had a brain fart and started playing some "respect the elderly and love the young" game.

However, the information revealed by this scene was still too shocking.

It was like your next-door neighbor, Wang Ergou, suddenly knocking on your door one day to tell you that he was actually the richest man's illegitimate son, and now he was going back to inherit the family property.

In short,

No matter what emotions everyone took to their economy class seats,

Boss Zhou refused the flight attendant's offer of a meal after boarding the plane, leaned directly on Yingying's shoulder, and fell asleep.

He didn't actually do anything last night,

He couldn't have done anything even if he wanted to, right?

He just slept,

But he was still sleepy.

Zhou Ze felt that it might be because he had spent too much energy helping Xie Zhi find his horn in the spiritual world,

Or perhaps these days had been too difficult, so after losing the past, all that was left was exhaustion.

Boss Zhou successfully fell asleep before the plane took off,

And woke up when the plane landed.

This was the most perfect and comfortable flying experience. People who had never flown before or had only flown a few times might feel very excited, excitedly feeling the sensation of the plane taking off, and taking the opportunity to look at the clouds and blue sky outside.

After flying for a long time, you'll feel like being stuffed into a can of sardines, and it's not as comfortable as the bus in front of your house.

He stretched,

But he didn't feel refreshed,

Just felt another wave of sleepiness coming over him.

Fortunately, Tongcheng's Xingdong Airport was very small. After getting off the plane, a few steps brought him to the front of the terminal.

Blackie and Little Lolita drove over to pick them up. There were too few people left behind, so they couldn't make a banner and shout "Welcome, welcome" like cheerleaders.

Lawyer An proactively ran over to open the car door, first letting Zhou Ze and Yingying into the back seat, and at the same time opened the front passenger door, letting Lao Dao sit in.

He himself,

Was responsible for driving.

As for the rest of the people, including Little Lolita and Blackie who had driven over, they could only take a taxi in front of the terminal.

After getting in the car,

He could lie down more comfortably.

Zhou Ze rested his head on Yingying's lap and continued to squint.

Under his head, he could clearly feel the friction between his hair and Yingying's stockings. That should be one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, right?

Lao Dao sat in the passenger seat, silent.

When they arrived at the entrance of the bookstore, Lawyer An eagerly got out to open the car door, letting his boss and Yingying out of the car.

"The boss is tired, let the boss rest early." Lawyer An earnestly instructed.

After watching Yingying help the boss into the bookstore,

Lawyer An immediately got back into the car.

His breathing was a little rapid, and his nose was starting to sweat.

It was because Lawyer An had seen too many big scenes in the past few years,

He had even unlocked the achievement of taking Yama to a brothel,

So when he sat next to the Lord of Fengdu,

He could make himself appear as natural as possible.

Didn't you see that even someone as upright as Lao Zhang started to get cramps in his legs when he saw Lao Dao sitting there on the plane today?

"I'll take you to see the painter now."

Lawyer An had many creeds in life, but one of them was definitely paramount, and that was that the leader's instructions must be completed.

Lao Dao nodded.

Twenty minutes later, the car drove into a villa complex at the foot of the Junshan Scenic Area.

Terraced villas, with a small pavilion in the courtyard.

Two plaques hung on the pavilion. Although they were deliberately aged, they could still be seen to be very "new."

One side read: All Beings Are Equal

The other side read: Enjoy Peace

They were not symmetrical at all, and no one knew what they meant.

Lawyer An rang the doorbell,

Soon,

An old man with all-white hair came out.

For most people,

Especially those involved in traditional culture,

If you don't have some white hair and a white beard, it really seems like something's missing.

"Qin Zhaoming, vice president of the Tongcheng Calligraphy Association."

Lawyer An immediately introduced.

"Hello."

The other party also greeted him warmly. No one knew what method Lawyer An had used to win him over in such a short time.

Of course it was "buying him off,"

He had to know who he was bringing this time.

Lawyer An didn't want the other party to put on some kind of high-minded literary airs in front of him.

He didn't care, but if the person next to him was unhappy, hehe…………

You say you don't seek officialdom, you don't seek wealth, then can you never be a ghost?

The other party enthusiastically led Lawyer An and the others into the living room.

He was the only one at home,

It really seemed like a clean sweep had been done in advance when the leaders came to inspect.

In the center of the living room, the original dining table had long been replaced by a painting table, and the brush and ink were already prepared.

Lawyer An stood beside him, smiling with a hint of reserve.

"What do you want to paint?"

Old Mr. Qin asked.

Lao Dao walked to the painting table,

And said:

"Landscape."

Uh...

The old painter was stunned for a moment. This was too broad. So, he subconsciously looked at Lawyer An.

"Just paint landscape." Lawyer An repeated.

"Just paint landscape?"

"Paint!"

"Okay."

The painter prepared to begin.

Lao Dao silently walked behind the painter,

Closed his eyes,

Suddenly,

The old painter felt as if an image had appeared in his mind. In the image, the forest was deep and dense, with lush bamboo and gurgling streams.

Then,

Lao Dao walked out of the living room and into the courtyard.

"What kind of tea would you like to drink? We have excellent Longjing and Maojian here."

"Coke."

"............" Lawyer An.

His breathing was interrupted slightly,

Lawyer An continued to ask earnestly:

"Iced or room temperature?"

"Iced."

"Coming right up."

When Lawyer An came out with the iced Coke,

He saw that Lao Dao was already sitting in the pavilion.

Lawyer An handed over the Coke and also placed some dried fruit.

Lao Dao sat there sipping his Coke,

And Lawyer An waited beside him.

Time,

Passed by, minute by minute,

From morning,

He stood until sunset.

The painter in the living room didn't seem to be thirsty or hungry or tired. Through the French windows, he could be seen still painting with great energy.

Lawyer An didn't dare to be thirsty, didn't dare to be hungry, and didn't dare to be tired. He continued to maintain his standing posture, as if he had been specially trained by the honor guard.

Lao Dao picked up a handful of preserved fruit, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly,

Finally,

He opened his mouth and said:

"What do you want?"

Lawyer An was startled,

And then habitually knelt on the ground,

And said sincerely:

"I don't want anything!"

"Good."

Lawyer An was extremely excited!

However,

Five minutes passed,

A quarter of an hour passed,

An hour passed,

Three hours passed,

The moon was already high in the sky,

The night breeze was starting to get cool,

After that word "good,"

There was nothing else...