Saying goodbye to the Guangyang master and apprentice and the Ding family, Song Fengchen embarked on the return journey.

It was already in the afternoon when I got home.

Sending away the tricycle master who helped him carry the big and small bags upstairs, Song Fengchen took out the key and opened the door. The house was deserted and Xu Shujian was not there.

Hearing the sound, a shaggy head came under the thick woolen blanket beside the charcoal basin, and when he saw Song Fengchen, he shrank back silently.

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, a strong sleepiness hit his heart. He covered his mouth and yawned, and he didn't care about sorting out the things he brought back. He boiled water and took a bath, got into the bed and fell asleep. .

When he woke up, there was another person in his arms.

This familiar opening-

Sniffing the familiar scent of shampoo on the tip of his nose, Song Fengchen was warm all over. He closed his eyes, kissed the top of the person in his arms, and asked, "When is it?"

After a swift voice, Xu Shu's slightly hoarse voice came from his ears, like panting, and moaning, Song Fengchen's heart tickled.

He said: "It's less than seven o'clock."

Song Fengchen was full of heart, and the hand on Xu Shujian's waist couldn't help but moved down a short distance, touching two **** of soft dough.

Xu Shujian has always acted upright, and the fire he started should naturally be extinguished by him.

He leaned forward and kissed the apples of the people on the upper body!

When did Song Fengchen enjoy such benefits, his eyes lighted up, and he simply lay on the bed like this, letting Xu Shujian play, but from time to time he stretched out his hand to straighten his posture to make himself more comfortable.

After a great and hearty battle, he won the cheap Song Fengchen'can bend and stretch', decisively slumped down and made small, pressed his shoulders, and rubbed his waist, finally coaxing Xu Shujian, who became angry into anger.

Taking advantage of Xu Shujian's cooking space, Song Fengchen finished washing the sheets and quilt, and set out to sort out the things he had brought back from the port city.

Half of this pile of boxes is a gift from the Ding family.

Two cans of cat feces coffee

This name sounds a bit exciting, but the old antique Song Fengchen really has no desire to taste. He remembers Mr. Liu Lao (the last public student sent to Citi by the late Qing government, who worked in the Geological Survey for more than ten years. Long, the one who is now the vice president of the University of Geosciences) likes to drink coffee, but he can borrow flowers to present the Buddha and give him a taste.

It is estimated that the total weight of the four jars of honey from Turkey will not exceed one kilogram.

A box of wild pearls has white, black and yellow pearls. To say nothing, there are hundreds of them. The smallest one is one centimeter in diameter, and the largest one is the size of a marble, which is just right for grinding powder.

Half of a hundred-year-old wild Ganoderma lucidum weighing three catties, the other half has entered the stomachs of Song Fengchen and Guangyang.

A copybook of Dong Qichang's "Diamond Sutra in Lower Cases", two emblems of ink, these two pieces were obviously prepared for Xu Shujian.

And that half a catty Dahongpao.

The rest are some tobacco and alcohol snacks, not to mention it.

As for the other half of the box, it was a gift from Song Fengchen to Xu Shujian and the others.

Including a scarf for Xu Shujian, a purple sand cup for Xu Junmin, a document bag for Xu Shidao, and a dried seafood gift box for each of Zheng Dehui's old men. The bread contained more than a dozen kinds of seafood, such as abalone, scallops, seahorse, and isinglass. ...

By the way, there are three boxes of Coke, it is difficult for Song Fengchen to bring them back all the way.

When Xu Shujian came out of the kitchen with two sea bowls, what he saw was a mess in the living room.

Song Fengchen shook his nose and said in surprise, "Where did the rice noodles come from?"

Xu Shujian handed him one of the sea bowls and said: "The second sister-in-law Chen sent it from a few days ago."

"That's it!" Song Fengchen put down the thing in his hand and reached out to take it.

Since he arrived in Beijing, he has been in contact with the Chen family, so it is not surprising that Chen Er's sister-in-law has the address of his home.

"In addition to rice noodles, there are also some sausages, liver blowing, bait, and wild mushrooms, all lying under the bed." Xu Shujian said again.

If Song Fengchen is not there, he is not easy to deal with these things.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen said vaguely, sucking the rice noodles, "It just so happens that when I go to Grandpa's place tomorrow, I can bring some to him and give him a taste."

As a junior, it is the most basic etiquette for him to come back from a long trip and go to the elders to report peace or something.

"good."

The next morning, Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian went to Xu Junmin's place together.

"You just came, I have an important thing to tell you." Xu Junmin said.

"Say!" Song Fengchen put down the big and small things in his hand.

Chef Liao went home for the Chinese New Year, so there were no outsiders in the house, and Xu Junmin said bluntly: "At the moment, Xigong's ascent to the top is already a nail-biting matter."

Song Fengchen listened carefully.

"The Lu family, the Zhu family, the Zhang family...In just a few months, so many things have happened in the capital city. This is still obvious. I don't know how many innocent people are still victimized. In the final analysis, it is the Xuanmen. The cultivator has no discipline, regards human life as carelessness, and resorts to some means to behave nonsense."

"If you don't control it, the consequences will be unimaginable. What Xi Gong meant is to set up a special affairs office. One is to deal with these evil demons in the country and the atmosphere; the other is to defend against foreign enemies. You know, recently in the southwest. There is not much peace on the border, and a big battle is inevitable..."

"As for the position of the director of this special affairs office, Mr. Zhang would like to recommend you to do it." Xu Junmin said.

The old Zhang in his mouth was Zhang Bingjun, who was robbed of anger by Li Youzhong's conspiracy before and was later rescued by Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen poked his finger and asked in a deep voice, "In other words, there are other candidates?"

Xu Junmin nodded: "The room recommended by Li Gong goes to see Shaoguanzhu He Duanfeng, but he is not afraid."

Song Fengchen knew it.

In terms of strength, He Duanfeng is inferior to him.

On the background, He Duanfeng looked back on the room. Song Fengchen is also backed by Changning Guan. In addition, he has the support of the Xu family, the Zhao family (Zhao Chengyu) and the Zhang family.

As the saying goes, there are people in the DPRK who are easy to do things, He Duanfeng definitely can't compete with him.

However, Song Fengchen did not intend to get involved in this matter. He said: "He Duanfeng is more suitable for this position than me."

He explained: "Things are urgent. What stands behind He Duanfeng is the whole Fang Gu Guan. Fang Gu Guan is the leader of the right path, with a great reputation and even less strength. There is a Fang Gu Guan to help, plus its unparalleled appeal. I believe He Duanfeng will be able to form a reliable team in the shortest time. This is something that Chang Ningguan and I cannot do."

"The most important thing is that He Duanfeng is rigid by nature and abides by dogma. It is safe for him to manage this special affairs office."

"You don't have to be too presumptuous." Xu Junmin frowned slightly.

"I'm just telling the truth." How can Song Fengchen not know what Xu Junmin really wants to hear. He glanced at Xu Shujian and said: "What's more, if I take up this position, I won't be able to do anything in the future. Running from the south to the north...I am fine now."

Hearing this, Xu Junmin's face really improved a lot, and it is worthwhile that Xu Shujian gave up his dream of becoming a diplomat in order to be by his side.

As a grandfather, his eyes can only be so shallow.

Anyway, this position is not for Song Fengchen, just as he said, He Duanfeng is indeed better than him for this position.

Even Xu Shujian couldn't help but bend his lips.

Song Fengchen smiled.

What's more, if Changning Guan can gain a firm foothold in the Nanyang Chinese business circle, it can still contribute to the country. After all, the country will be most short of foreign investment in the next few decades.

From Xu Junmin's house, Song Fengchen went straight to the South and North grain shop.

"Everything says nothing is going to go to the Three Treasure Hall. I'm here to come here to ask Mr. Cheng to help me find something." Song Fengchen put down the tea cup in his hand and got to the point.

"Since Mr. Song has said so, I will try my best to do it, little brother." Cheng Hanfei promised, "I don't know what Mr. Song is looking for?"

Song Fengchen's eyes are like a torch: "Yu Xi——"