Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "I'm looking for a place to have lunch."

In a while, Jiang Zhihan's noodles arrived. He couldn't wait to taste it, it was very fresh, spicy and exciting. He couldn't wait to drink the soup again, but it was scalded and sucked in with his teeth grinning. Che Wenyun couldn't help laughing. At this time, the boy was more like a high school student of seventeen or eighteen years old. She pushed the cold water cup in front of her and said, "I haven't drunk it."

Jiang Zhihan took a sip of cold water, saw Che Wenyun smiling strangely, and said, "What did you think of?"

Che Wenyun smiled like a little girl, and the more she smiled, the more she felt funny, and shook her head and couldn't speak. After a while, she settled down and said, "Have you ever heard a saying in Zhongzhou that oil soup doesn't vent and burn the stupid son-in-law to death? It's like a portrayal of your just now."

Jiang Zhihan then smiled, took another sip of cold water, and said, "To thank your cold water for your rescue, I will tell you a fortune for free."

Che Wenyun looked at Jiang Zhihan with bright eyes, and through the heat coming out of the noodle soup, it seemed like she wanted to see his heart.

Jiang Zhihan said: "In the past or two weeks, someone will make trouble in your class, probably in Class 3, Grade 3." He paused, turned his head and looked at Che Wenyun's beautiful face for a while, as if he was really looking at her face, and said: "Then, someone will snatch your stuff on your way to and from get off work, maybe... you will suffer a little bit of injuries."

Che Wenyun was stunned for a moment, leaned her body towards Jiang Zhihan, but didn't say anything.

Jiang Zhihan said: "You shouldn't be very calm. Everything was so unsuccessful. Just after I achieved some results in a difficult school, I was forced to another difficult middle school, which is known for the naughty and chaotic public security of students. I was also teased by students, harassed by gangsters, and frightened by the money robbers. At this time, what was the natural reaction?"

Jiang Zhihan looked at Che Wenyun.

Che Wenyun smiled with a hint of embarrassment: "Tell me, what should it be?"

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "It's crying, helplessness, regret, and sadness."

Che Wenyun lowered her eyes, looked at the table in front of her, and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Then, the school may criticize you for not having the experience of restraining students, and may deduct your bonus and temporarily stop your class in Class 3. Then, someone will know... you are living a miserable life now."

Che Wenyun was silent for a long time, raised her head, and the light in her eyes flowed. She asked, "Didn't you say...will you stay there for things happening in the bar?"

Jiang Zhihan corrected his expression, "Forget it, there are passive and active choices. When it has never been born, it is usually not a good choice... Only by ending the past can you truly bury your memory."

Che Wenyun was silent for a while, "You...?"

Jiang Zhihan nodded, "You want to ask me why I must be in charge of this nostalgic business, right? It happens to be very good. In this matter, I happen to have some common interests with you. So... As a businessman, I went for my interests."

Che Wenyun said: "He is not so easy to overturn."

Jiang Zhihan pursed his lips and smiled, "Of course I know. I am not a certain secretary." After taking the last sip of noodle soup, he wiped his mouth, stood up and said, "How can I know that I can't succeed without hard work? What we need to do is to take our own responsibilities and do our work seriously."

The more Jiang Zhihan came into contact with Wen Ningcui's mother, the more she felt that she was very kind and respectable. In Jiang Zhihan's eyes, Aunt Huang was the kind of person who was capable, could endure loneliness, ambition, and could enjoy the fun of ordinary life with a calm and gentle atmosphere. She was a very rare person, and the kind of person Jiang Zhihan wanted to be.

Gradually, in the relationship between cooperation and interest combination and friendship with Wen Ningcui, Jiang Zhihan himself felt that he and Aunt Huang also found some spiritual spectrum fits and began to have a very good interaction.

Because of this feeling, Jiang Zhihan talks with Aunt Huang more casually now. Because she is the second largest shareholder of the company, Jiang Zhihan spends much more time talking to her about work than to talk to Principal Wen. As for what the company needs to coordinate with Principal Wen, of course, it is all handed over to Aunt Huang. Is there any better way to communicate with her than to her wife and husband?

Jiang Zhihan drank the Pu'er tea made by Aunt Huang and said straight to the point: "Didn't we decide to build a wall to completely isolate the restaurant and campus? This is actually for the school's benefit. However, Principal Ning seemed to have to consider it and might also take it to the school affairs meeting to discuss. What a big thing, what kind of school affairs meeting is going to? Who doesn't know that the school affairs meeting is his one-man show."

Aunt Huang curled her lips and smiled, "Little guy, what's the use of you running to me to complain?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Honestly, I think Principal Ning, a collaborator, is too unauthorized. He always wants to extend his hand to benefit, but his vision is still not long-term. In my opinion, this is when we distributed dividends at the end of last year, and it was not exactly what he wanted. He wanted to hit and fight back."

Aunt Huang said: "When you repair the wall and the restaurant is started, there will be fewer and fewer things he can restrict you. If you don't bargain now, when will you wait?"

Jiang Zhihan said thoughtfully: "People say that strong city defense always begins to collapse from the inside. There is such a collaborator with two hearts, and it is always like a thorn in his throat."

Aunt Huang said with a smile: "Little guy, why are you talking to me about this? I opened the skylight and said something bright. I can't help me to help you defeat Principal Ning. Moreover, he doesn't have only a few shares, and it's not worth your risk. Think about it carefully, and you have to measure the benefits and risks in everything."

Jiang Zhihan felt in his heart that Aunt Huang was indeed treating him differently now, speaking directly and sincerely. He smiled and said, "I can't help but defeat him? I have no choice! However, I have heard some rumors about him being very bad recently. I wonder if it will affect him?"

Aunt Huang said: "Don't be naive. Principal Ning has been operating for so many years, and the nets are quite wide. A few years ago, the Party Secretary and the investigation team have been dispatched. Isn't he safe? And his political enemies have disappeared."

Jiang Zhihan said: "I just heard some rumors. Someone who wants to defeat him, the most I can do is fan the air, help the fire, and provide some channels for others, so I will not force myself to come."

Aunt Huang said: "Little guy, you want to deal with Principal Ning. What do you come and tell me about?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Principal Ning has more than three years to retire, right? Since he refused to be the deputy director of the Education Bureau some time ago, ordinary people have decided that he will stay in No. 7 Middle School until retirement, right?" After looking at Aunt Huang, Jiang Zhihan said: "But, if he really wants to leave early because of some things, who will take over him?"

Jiang Zhihan said sincerely: "Everyone has this intention, most of them are preparing for more than three years later. If an opportunity suddenly appears, it may be caught off guard. If Uncle Wen can be prepared, will he have a much greater chance of winning?"

Aunt Huang straightened her waist slightly and said with a smile: "Go and tell your Uncle Wen, what's the use of telling me?"

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "Aunt Huang, I think you care more about this matter than Uncle Wen." According to Gu Wangshan, although Aunt Huang was calm about her work and life, she always felt that not only did she not help her husband, but also dragged down his career in a sense, making him unsuccessful as the vice principal of subjective logistics at No. 7 Middle School. With Vice Principal Wen's education, resume, and ability, it was very likely to take a few steps up over the years.

Aunt Huang didn't deny Jiang Zhihan's statement, and she said, "Okay, I'll believe you little guy again. But, you really have to be careful not to think too simple."

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