At night, Wang Haiquan woke up, and after waking up, he seemed to have become a different person. He used to be a man who stood up and fearless. But after experiencing this incident, Zhang Panxi clearly felt that there was fear in his husband's eyes and a sense of panic.

Over the past month, he really taught Wang Haiquan a lesson. He lived in fear every day and night. He could hear, smell, and feel, but he couldn't wake up.

Every time it was noon and midnight, he knew that he was uncontrollably sitting up and talking nonsense. He didn't want to say that kind of nonsense, but he was uncontrollable, which made him stand upright every day, scaring his scalp and helpless. That kind of despair is not something ordinary people can understand.

"Cross cross-legged, who is that guy?"

Wang Haiquan sat on the hospital bed and said in a somewhat depressed tone.

Zhang Panxi, who was cutting an apple, beat the knife in his hand and said, "Do you know?"

"I know everything, he asked me to find myself."

A look of horror flashed in Zhang Panxi's eyes. He didn't want to say much, but seeing that her husband seemed to have changed his personality at this time, he said solemnly: "The ancestor said, Zhang Jue."

"The ancestor's way? Zhang Jue?"

Wang Haiquan murmured, and tears flashed in his eyes: "No, I'm going to thank him in person now."

Zhang Panxi held him up and said, "Nonsense, it's late at night. Didn't you disturb others' sleep in the past? You haven't had a grain of rice in a month, so you'll have to take care of your body first."

Wang Haiquan thought about it and nodded and leaned on the bed, sighed: "Mr. Zhang not only saved my life, but also had the grace of recreation. Panxi, I will not hide it from you. In the past month, I looked at myself like a bystander. It was not helplessness, but despair. Despair that could not be seen at all was thanks to Mr. Zhang who brought me out, otherwise I would not even die quickly."

When Zhang Panxi heard this, tears in his eyes rolled down.

Wang Haiquan continued, saying in a storytelling tone: "It was a feeling of suddenly your soul was sealed in the small box, and then you became a marionette. You could see yourself, but you were already controlled by another person. You were no longer you."

"To be honest, I hope that every day those instruments and equipment will suddenly leak electricity and electrocut me so that I can be free. But it hasn't happened."

Zhang Panxi's tears fell down, feeling heartbroken by her husband's experience, and blamed Wang Haiquan: "What do you say to be dead? Now that you are alive, you are not allowed to say that. It's all over."

After saying that, Zhang Panxi asked again: "Can you tell me what's wrong with you? Why did you faint during a meeting? Then it suddenly became like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Hai's complexion changed wildly, and his face became particularly ferocious, not an angry ferocious, but a ferociousness that a person suffered from great fear.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Haiquan calmed down, and there was still a look of fear in his eyes, and he said weakly: "Don't mention this matter in the future."

Zhang Panxi was anxious: "Why is this?"

Wang Haiquan hesitated for a while and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "I always believed that this world was peaceful and scientific... Until I finally got into trouble with someone I couldn't afford to offend, I seemed to have discovered the tip of the iceberg of this world. Haha, it's far from being as simple as the surface world we see."

Zhang Panxi couldn't hear his words: "What did you say? The tip of the iceberg?"

Wang Haiquan shook his head, dispelled those thoughts, and smiled and said, "Panxi, my only request now is to keep Brother Zhang Jue."

"Well, I will do this without you saying it."

Wang Haiquan nodded and said nothing, but he felt embarrassed to say it: Now he felt that only by staying in the same city as that guy would he feel safe...

The next day, Guomao Hotel.

‘Dongdongdongdong’

Secretary Li had a briefcase under his armpit and his face solemnly knocked on Zhang Jue's door. There was also hotel manager Wang Liping standing beside him. Last night, Wang Liping knew Zhang Jue's identity from Li Ding, and at the same time he knew that he had made a big mistake yesterday and misunderstood Zhang Jue as his leader.

While complaining that Secretary Li didn't explain it clearly to him, he was a little resentful to Zhang Jue and pretending to be a fool. Isn't it just a gentleman Yin and Yang who forced the limelight to the leader. Unfortunately, I flattered for a day yesterday. What's so bad is that because of my misunderstanding, the standard of receiving him was raised to the level of the leader. If the boss knew about it, I would probably not be able to take it.

After a while, Zhang Jue, who had already finished washing and dressed in an orderly manner, opened the door. He was still wearing a black windbreaker today: "Secretary Li is early. Manager Wang is early."

"Mr. Zhang," said Secretary Li.

"Don't be polite. You are older than me, more experienced than me, and more experienced than me. Even if I call me Xiao Zhang, how dare I be called a sir?" Zhang Jue smiled and invited Secretary Li in.

Secretary Li was really confused when he heard this. In his impression, experts like Zhang Jue are generally noble in temperament and look disdainful in everything they see. Have you ever heard of such experts who can even speak clichés? He is a little bit unlike a master, but instead like a bureaucrat. But no matter what, these words really make me feel very comfortable. This is giving myself face.

What he didn't know was that the Taoist Tao of the Patriarch was never a serious Taoist sect, and their enlightenment books since childhood were not the Four Books and Five Classics at all, but "Guiguzi". Because the Taoist Tao of the Patriarch had always cultivated the disciples in the sect as the future Yan Luojun, and Yan Luojun not only needed means, but also the mind and the mind of making friends with people from all walks of life.

Therefore, almost every disciple of the ancestor Taoist Tao will be a qualified politician. Zhang Jue is the best among these people.

Secretary Li quickly said, "You are so serious. Although I am a few years older, I dare not call myself a big shot. I should call you Mr. Zhang."

Wang Liping rolled his eyes in his heart and thought that Secretary Li was ill in his mind. As for the charity boy who was charity boy, was he respectful to the charity boy? In a blink of an eye, Zhang Jue's identity dropped by several levels, from his leader yesterday to a charity boy.

Zhang Jue smiled and did not bother with Secretary Li about these issues. Instead, he glanced at Wang Liping with a dark face and said with a smile: "Manager Wang, please come in."

"hold head high."

Wang Li nodded lightly and walked in with his hands behind his back. It made people sigh that this person really turned against him faster than reading. Yesterday, he misunderstood Zhang Jue as his leader, and his flattery continued. Today, he knew Zhang Jue's true identity and suddenly became cold as ice.

Zhang Jue didn't care, and laughed a little in his heart. Fortunately, he knew himself yesterday and didn't really go to guide Wang Liping in his work. Otherwise, he would offend the villain.

Secretary Li was so scared when he saw Wang Liping's face that he was frightened. You are stupid, why do you really treat Zhang Jue as Mr. Yin and Yang? Is this an ordinary Mr. Yin and Yang? Although Zhang Jue is not a leader, in the eyes of our boss, saying a word is definitely more effective than a leader.

Your villain style makes people see it all. If you wear small shoes for you in the future, you will be sure to wear them every time, and you will also implicate me.

I really wanted to remind Wang Liping, but Zhang Jue was present and Secretary Li couldn't say it clearly, so he could only keep winking. Wang Liping didn't know what he was thinking, but he turned a blind eye.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jue smiled disconcertedly and said to the point: "Does Secretary Li have any things to arrange for when he comes here today?"

"Mr. Zhang has great insight."

Secretary Li praised, and did not dare to get into trouble with Wang Liping's affairs, for fear of being too verbally changed. He decisively pulled out several sheets of contract paper from the official document bag and said seriously: "In the Feilong Group, there is a private high school in Jiangtai District, Jiangbei City, which is considered an aristocratic school, called Zhixing Middle School."

Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Learn from the middle of knowledge and action? A good name is taken from the unity of knowledge and action by Wang Shouren, a master of Xinxue. But what does it have to do with me?"

Wang Liping interrupted with great sarcasm and said, "It must have something to do with you. Secretary Li said it all, so our boss must mean that you will show you Feng Shui and other things. It is very consistent with the profession."

Secretary Li's expression changed wildly, and he almost shouted "bold". But he looked at Zhang Jue's calm face carefully, but pretended not to hear Wang Liping's sarcasm, and quickly changed the topic and said:

"Mr. Zhang is really talented and he casually revealed the origin of the name of this school. Haha, in my opinion, this job is really Mr. Zhang." As he said that, Secretary Li's eyes also showed a strong look of envy.

Zhang Jue looked at Secretary Li in confusion, opened the official bag and looked at it. The first thing that caught his eye was the official seal of the Education Bureau, and the red and beautiful one was so eye-catching. Then look: After the Education Bureau agreed, Comrade Zhang Jue was appointed as the director of Jiangbei Zhixing Middle School and immediately took office...

The second document is from Feilong Group: After discussion by Feilong Group's Personnel Department, Zhang Jue was appointed as the teaching director of its Zhixing Middle School...

Zhang Jue glared at him and exclaimed in disbelief: "Letter of appointment? Director of the Dean?"

Secretary Li smiled and said nothing, but Wang Liping was so scared that his face was pale and exclaimed: "Impossible!"

The director of a prefecture-level high school is a deputy department-level cadre. Although it is different from the deputy department-level cadre of an administrative unit, it is also a leader.

Although Zhang Jue was shocked by this arrangement, he realized after thinking about it. Since Wang Haiquan and his wife knew their identity and could make such arrangements, it would definitely not be aimless and there would be subsequent arrangements.

Zhang Jue has no clear route, so he can do whatever he goes. Wang Haiquan wants to stay, so he really has no reason to refuse.

Although the high school teaching director is incompatible with his major, he also understands that when he works, he is not really working.

Secretary Li knew more than him. Zhixing Middle School was considered the most important unit under Feilong Group. It has little commercial significance, but its political significance was extremely far-reaching. Zhang Jue was arranged to work in the school, and Wang Haiquan didn't care whether he could do well or badly. He wanted a qualification, and he wanted to gold Zhang Jue's "wild" identity.

This is why Wang Liping was so scared that his face was pale, because he also realized that the boss was going to gilt on Zhang Jue. At the same time, he also realized that once gilt, he was going to such an important unit. I am afraid that in the boss's heart, Zhang Jue's status is no longer comparable to their own son?

Wang Liping immediately wanted to slap him a few times. It was over. This time he really offended people, which was even more terrifying than offending the leader. No matter how big the leader was, he was still an outsider. But he actually offended the celebrity in the eyes of his boss. Do you still want to work? Is there still a future?

Wang Liping immediately made a shameless decision to please Zhang Jue again.

He smiled shyly and said, "Oh, Mr. Zhang is such a talent. I have long seen that you are extraordinary. Now you have been accepted as the dean of the teaching director. It is a joyful congratulation. In order to congratulate Mr. Zhang for his ambitions being able to be fulfilled, I immediately set up a wine and must toast a bottle in person to bless you."

Zhang Jue smiled and waved his hand, nodding or shaking his head, just pretending that he didn't hear anything, and continued to read the documents.

Wang Liping swallowed and sat back in embarrassment, feeling uncomfortable, his face looked extremely ugly. He regretted that he could slap his mouth twice.
Chapter completed!