"Naruko, why did you come? Secretary Zeng has come to find you several times!"

As soon as Zhang Yiming came over, Ma Jun came up and said anxiously.

He has been staring at the entrance of the sports field for most of the day. Zhang Yiming is very active in this kind of thing, but today it has not arrived for a long time. Ma Jun was so anxious that he had sparks.

"Didn't you gather at 8 o'clock? You're not late!"

Zhang Yiming was calm and expected this situation before he came.

"Hurry up, Secretary Zeng's face turned green. I have never seen Secretary Zeng get angry!"

Thinking of Zeng Ji's eyes when he came to find Zhang Yiming, Ma Jun couldn't help but have a thrust in his calf.

"Zhang Yiming, hurry up to the hosting station, Secretary Zeng is looking for you!"

When Bucktooth Yang saw Zhang Yiming, he also urged him. He didn't know what happened, but like Ma Jun, he saw that Zeng Ji was in a bad mood.

"I understand, Teacher Yang."

Zhang Yiming agreed.

"Naruko, nothing will happen?"

"What's wrong? Secretary Zeng can still eat people? OK, please help me with the bag, I'll go there."

"Do I need to accompany you?"

"Need not."

After saying that, Zhang Yiming walked towards the hosting stand in the main venue.

The wind was so strong last night that it blew the banners and display stands tied yesterday, and many of the spray cloths had their horns flying, but the situation was not too serious. Just re-reinforce it, but not all advertisements were spared.

"Zhang Yiming, what's going on?"

From a distance, Zeng Ji saw Zhang Yiming. He couldn't wait for Zhang Yiming to walk up to him. He ran down the steps of the hosting platform. He was still more than two meters away from Zhang Yiming. Zeng Ji couldn't help but speak.

The wind was strong last night, and Zeng Ji was worried that something would happen on the sports field, so he came for more than half an hour earlier. As a result, he was really afraid of anything he had. The advertisements that were hung yesterday were blown out of recognition, but along the way, although these advertisements were blown upside down and the problem was not big, Zeng Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath could reach his throat, he was strangled.

The spray-painted cloth with telecommunications company slogans and advertisements is gone.

He almost ran over and found a piece of nylon rope tied with the spray cloth left on the iron hook, but the spray cloth disappeared without a trace. He wandered around the hosting station in the main venue for three times but couldn't find it.

Why are the other spray-painted cloths lost only the advertisements of telecom companies?

He called Zhao Guangming last night, and Zhao Guangming also hinted that his wife's affairs were basically done, and he found time to go to the telecommunications company to go through the motions these days to get started. For this reason, he received unprecedented gentle and inspiration from his wife yesterday. It was like a wedding night again, and the man's heroism was unprecedentedly praised.

As a result, early in the morning, God beat him back to hell, and Zeng Ji was so angry that he was so angry.

"Secretary Zeng, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You can read it yourself. Why are other advertisements fine? The advertisements from telecom companies are gone. What's going on? Tell me clearly."

Zeng Ji pointed at the blank behind him, his voice hoarse and his fingers shivered.

"Secretary Zeng, I don't know this. These advertisements are all tied. You saw them yesterday. Why don't I look around and see if they are blown to the side?"

"I've searched for anything, I've searched for it, not even Ying'er, Zhang Yiming, are you..."

Zeng Ji wanted to say whether Zhang Yiming did it on purpose, but when he said that, he felt that this sentence seemed a bit too unethical and a bit like a villain.

"Secretary Zeng, I really don't know what's going on. If you don't believe it, call the students who installed the spray cloth with me yesterday and ask."

Zhang Yiming looked straight at Zeng Ji, without a trace of dodging. Zhang Yiming's performance also shook Zeng Ji's heart.

Zhang Yiming was right. Yesterday he also saw the spray-painted cloth with his own eyes, which was hanging well. Moreover, Zhang Yiming and Zhao Guangming had no grudge against him. Even Manager Wang agreed, Zhang Yiming had no need to do anything bad. Could this be really God was going to mess with him?

At this moment, Zeng Ji had ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping by in his heart.

"Secretary Zeng, in this way, I will go around the neighborhood and maybe I can find it. If I really can't find it, I will think of another way."

Zhang Yiming expressed sincere feelings, and the suspicion in Zeng Ji's heart became even more and more indifferent.

"That's all, then you can go and search. If you can't find it, forget it. The school anniversary event will officially begin at 9:30. Don't be late."

Zeng Ji's anger was replaced by bad luck, and he gave Zhang Yiming a listless message.

"I understand, Secretary Zeng, then I'll go find it."

Zeng Ji waved his hand and his eyes fell on the empty advertising space again.

He could almost foresee his wife's reaction to knowing what happened today. It was really a fucking success or failure.

On the other side, Zhang Yiming slowly walked around the high platform below the main venue and turned to the cement stand. After walking about two hundred meters, Zhang Yiming saw the vanishing cloth of the telecommunications company, like a ball of rags thrown in the corner.

"Telecommunication, connect you, me and him."

Zhang Yiming glanced at the white advertising words on the spray cloth, walked up expressionlessly, and raised his feet.

"Secretary Zeng, the spray-painted cloth was found."

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Yiming returned to the main venue with a spray-painted cloth in his arms.

Zeng Ji was so excited that he almost burst into tears. It was so endless that he had planned!

"Zhang Yiming, it's a good thing, it's a good thing!"

A flower bloomed on Zeng Ji's face.

"Let's go, let's hang the spray-painted cloth back, it's time to go."

"Secretary Zeng, I've found the spray-painted cloth, but..."

"What's wrong?"

Zeng Jing was puzzled and looked at Zhang Yiming in confusion.

"Secretary Zeng, please see it yourself!"

After Zhang Yiming finished speaking, he threw the spray cloth on the ground and stretched out his hand to lay it flat.

"How can this be like this?"

Zeng Ji widened his eyes, and the spray cloth was still spray cloth, but not only were there mud on it, but there were also countless holes. There was also a big hole in the core position in the middle, and the word "Telecom" was just gone.

There is no way to hang up this!

"Secretary Zeng, I pulled the spray cloth off a poplar tree behind. These holes should be scraped by branches."

The hope that Zeng Ji had just raised was like a flash in the pan and withered quickly.

"Forget it, you go back to the class first. I will explain this to Manager Zhao."

Zeng Ji looked at the spray cloth with holes on the ground, and there was no interest in speaking.

"Secretary Zeng, then I'll go back first!"

Zhang Yiming walked off the hosting stage and raised a cold curve on the corner of his mouth.

It’s not that Zhang Yiming tried his best to be a villain, but that if he didn’t teach Zhao Guangming a lesson today, he would climb up the head. Zeng Ji also had no interaction with Zeng Ji, but since Zeng Ji insisted on being an accomplice for Zhao Guangming for his own purposes, he didn’t need to take it into consideration.
Chapter completed!