Rebirth of the Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 22

Mr. Zhou got a new painting. Thinking of Deputy Mayor Zheng's profound ancient knowledge, he decided to invite him to come to his house to appreciate it.

The reason was that neither Feng Ao nor the Zhou family cared, and others only cared about the result.I have never heard of the old man being so interested in inviting a junior to his home just for a painting. This old man Zhou is not shy about expressing his appreciation for Feng Ao. There was still no improvement in the position of the leadership team, and those who underestimated Feng Ao tightened their strings again.

When Feng Ao arrived, Mayor Han was walking out of Zhou's house.He tried his best to control his dissatisfaction on his face, and forced a smile on the butler who sent him out, only to see the butler's eyes lit up and greeted him courteously in another direction. Mayor Han followed suit, and his face finally changed when he saw Feng Ao.

Butler Zhou had a mouthful of yellow teeth, and instead of being friendly, he smiled flatteringly with a bit of sharpness: "Mayor Zheng, you are here, please hurry up, the old man has already read you twice."

Feng Ao handed over Li Hui the handset that Li Hui had prepared in a hurry, nodded, but did not speak.Housekeeper Zhou didn't mind, and welcomed him into Zhou's house with a smile all over his face.

Before the car left the boundary of Zhou's house, Mayor Han couldn't help but hit the back of the chair again and again. "Hateful! This old bastard is blind! Helping outsiders deal with us all day long!"

The driver was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Mayor, don't talk nonsense."

Han Dong also hated these things in his heart, and he took a break and took out his cigarette to smoke his stomach.

It turned out that the mayor of Han just asked Zhou's family for something and was rejected.What he asked for was not difficult, at least for the well-connected Zhou family in the province, it was just a phone call away.His cousin is the deputy director of the police station in the police jurisdiction area where Jinfeng Prison is located. This time Jinfeng Prison has such a big public security incident, there must be a person in charge from the police. The director of the police station who was transferred from the post, his cousin was also raped.

At this juncture, the contacts he could use did not work at all, so he had to beg Zhou's family, but in exchange he was very angry.

From the time when the navy in front asked the Zhou family to respond to every request, even the case of opening the Jinfeng Expressway section was handled by the Zhou family in the province because of Fang Haijun's request for help.In comparison, what is this thing about myself?

He just couldn't figure out how confused this old guy was, so he ignored the natives of the same roots, thinking about some secretary and deputy mayor from other places all day long!

When Feng Ao saw Mr. Zhou, he was concentrating on and carefully repairing a pot of orchids in the courtyard.Zheng Youting stood beside him silently, and never took a second look at him when he came.

Butler Zhou didn't dare to disturb the old man at this moment, Feng Aoke waited beside him as he pleased.

Instead, a delicate voice broke into the silence: "Grandpa! Is Ren You here?"

The old man frowned, but he simply put away the scissors in his hand, and looked at the granddaughter who was running over lively, and his tone was reproachful but conniving: "You don't even say hello to the guests, you are really getting worse and worse. Now, is this the etiquette that a daughter's family should have?"

Zhou Xiaoning stuck out her tongue playfully, glanced at Zheng Youting, and then said to Feng Ao: "Uncle Zheng, hello."

Feng Ao smiled, and heard Mr. Zhou sigh: "It is said that my daughter is pampered, but I don't know that she is so lawless. Who will control her in the future. Jin Feng, you will laugh at me."

Feng Ao said casually: "Miss Zhou is so nice."

After a few more polite words, Mr. Zhou invited Feng Ao into the house to look at the painting.

Zhou Xiaoning heard the words, and immediately said: "Grandpa, you and Uncle Zheng are looking at the paintings, can you let Ren You accompany me? We are going to hold an English debate. I want him to teach me."

Old man Zhou didn't need to think about it to know that his granddaughter was not interested in drinking, so he gave her a look: "I've been playing with that foreign language all day, and I almost forgot how to write Chinese characters! Come in with me to have a look."

Zhou Xiaoning didn't dare to disobey, thinking that he was with Zheng Youting, he smiled and took the old man's arm, begging for mercy and said a few witty words, the old man laughed and shook his head.

The butler quickly took the painting and handed it to Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou greeted: "Jin Feng, come and see how this painting of Molan is doing."

Molan symbolizes indifference and elegance. It was a good intention to find such a painting for my father on Wednesday.

Feng Ao stepped forward, and the ink orchid sketched out with pen and ink on the slightly yellowed drawings had an extraordinary and elegant charm when he picked it carefully.Mr. Zhou said: "Although we can't verify who made it, the style of painting is very similar to Mr. Xugu's. However, the inscription on this side is as strong and sharp as Mr. Xugu's heroic ink strokes, but it is also a rare good handwriting. It's too bad. It's a pity that the last line of words has been worn away by these hundred years, and it can no longer be seen."

Appreciating the paintings, I have to say that Mr. Zhou misunderstood Feng Ao. Although he lived his whole life in the era that modern people call the ancient times, he founded the Demon Palace and Xiaoaojianghu after practicing calligraphy and martial arts in that life. Painting with flowers, the second is that I don’t have the heart.

But this handwriting can be seen, and he looked at it: "The ink is quite strong, the style of the pen is stern, revealing a bit of arrogance, but it has not lost its impetuosity. The person who wants to write the inscription is not very old."

This idea coincided with that of Mr. Zhou, which made him laugh and say that he really fell in love with Feng Ao.

Zhou Xiaoning couldn't help but feel depressed when Zheng Youting ignored him. Seeing his grandfather so happy, he leaned over to take a look.She read: "The purple orchids are beautiful, the bright dews are beautiful, and the fragrance is getting late..." She remembered and said: "It's Zhang Jiuling's poem, the last sentence is 'sighing how extreme is love', right!"

Mr. Zhou smiled with satisfaction: "At last, you girl hasn't forgotten all about it."

Zhou Xiaoning was heartbroken, and when he looked at Zheng Youting, he saw that he was indifferent to his performance just now, and the excitement of being praised by his grandfather also faded a bit: "Grandpa, don't you always say that Ren You is profound in ancient times, you ask him to add the last sentence How is it? I haven’t seen him write calligraphy before.”

His hand is still solid with a gun.

Mr. Zhou knew Ren You's details well, and saying that Zheng Youting's profound ancient knowledge was just an excuse for him to put on the face of others. Seeing his granddaughter pestering him, he changed the subject without a trace and said, "Grandfather is more visible now." I wonder if I would be honored to ask Jin Feng to add a sentence?"

Zhou Xiaoning muttered: "Would he know that, if he writes badly, the painting will be ruined." After being stared at by Mr. Zhou, he stopped talking.

Zheng Youting took a dark look at Feng Ao, seeing that he didn't have any uneasiness on his face, he even smiled and said 'this is my honor', then walked around to the desk to choose a brush, and really wanted to write a sentence.He was taken aback, but soon recovered.

...everything is wrong.

Zheng Youting is not confident that he knows his father, but he has never heard that he can write with a brush, just like he never knew Feng Ao's powerful skills and unpredictable and dangerous personality...

Feng Ao's posture of holding the pen is sophisticated, if he writes pen and ink for many years, he will definitely not have the taste of it.

Zhou Xiaoning was very surprised by the free and easy writing on the rice paper.She didn't expect that the persimmon-like deputy mayor who Fang Zhian dismissed when he accidentally mentioned it could write such good words.She only knows superficially like this, the good characters in her eyes must be very beautiful, people can't understand but have a sense of art, people can't help but read the characters carefully several times after reading it, just like his grandfather's characters .

Zhou Xiaoning looked a little fascinated. This kind of fascination has nothing to do with other things, but all women can't help admiring when they see something beautiful enough to attract her attention.

Fairy style, elegant and classic.

It is clear that he is still wearing a suit, but his appearance and expression are like those of an ancient man who walked out of an ink painting.

Such a demeanor... To say something disrespectful, she felt more like that than when her grandfather wrote it!

Seeing this, Mr. Zhou pondered again, Zheng Youting stared at Feng Ao for a second, then immediately averted his astonished gaze.

Everyone had different thoughts, and the moment Feng Ao finished writing, they all calmed down.

What a sigh.

Traditional characters make these five characters fuller, and it seems that even the emotions expressed are a little more ancient.

Seeing Feng Ao's handwriting, Mr. Zhou frequently praised Feng Ao's handwriting, and said bluntly: "The old man must be willing to bow down. Jin Feng is not very old, but the cultivation of this ink is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. Today, the old man is taught."

Zheng Youting didn't show it, and only he knew the doubts in his heart.

After Mr. Zhou praised him, there was another burst of gossip. In the end, Feng Ao was left to eat.Feng Ao didn't refuse either.

Mr. Zhou said to the housekeeper: "This is the first time that Jinfeng has left a meal at home, and he asked the kitchen to be careful. What taboos does Jinfeng have? Oh, yes, the previous one got a bottle of good wine. It's not cheap, you boy gone."

The tone of the few sentences became more and more friendly, as if Feng Ao was not regarded as an outsider at all.

Secretly, he did not relax his research on Feng Ao.

As the saying goes, words express people's hearts, according to the old man, this kind of harsh words with some conservative and gentle words should not be written by Feng Ao, who he thinks.But if it is said that Feng Ao deliberately changed the font, it is impossible for him not to see the slightest trace of deliberation.He knows very well that it is not easy to change the ink style at will and break away from the general habit of writing.

What he didn't know was that when Feng Ao was still learning martial arts in Jianmen, an uncle who got along well with his master who was always at odds with his master and was punished for copying the school rules always asked him for help.Over time, that uncle's handwriting has also been copied into another style of Feng Ao Xingmo, and it is very natural to write at this time.

Thinking of this, Feng Ao couldn't help but sigh.

A past event at the beginning has now become a means for him to hide his identity by chance. If the suspicious old man Zhou read his original sharp and aggressive fonts, it will be another troublesome matter.These self-proclaimed high-ranking people always said that Hanfeng was lonely, seeing that everyone wanted to be drawn into the game to compare themselves, regardless of their own wishes, now Feng Ao could only accompany him to the end.

After dinner at Zhou's house, Feng Ao bid farewell and left.

Mr. Zhou returned to the study room, picked up the painting again and looked at the ink-dried handwriting. After a while, he handed it to Zheng Youting.

"Timing. Capital. Wenmo. Coincidence..."

Mr. Zhou said in a low voice, he paused for a long time after each word, wondering what to say before moving on to the next one.The indelible gloom in his brows and eyes surfaced again, he raised his head and said to Zheng Youting: "Ren You, do you believe that there are pure coincidences in this world?"

Zheng Youting looked away from the line that Feng Ao left, and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhou, what are you going to do."

Old Master Zhou sneered, and after a long while, he suddenly sighed, "Ren You, go and find out the details of Zheng Jinfeng."

After all, he was not at ease. The fact that the Zhou family was able to develop to this point and still be safe and sound was inseparable from the old man's suspicious and cautious character.

Zheng Youting nodded in response.

Mr. Zhou subconsciously stopped turning the ring, and the bloodlust on his face disappeared completely after a while.He said to Feng Ao: "You have been here for a long time. If you spend any more time at Zhou's house, the old ghost should say that I have treated you poorly. Tomorrow, you go to Zhou Da's place and take over the work he is doing. He's coming back."

Zheng Youting has no objection.

They knew each other very well that even if Mr. Zhou asked him to represent Zhou Da's affairs, he would not entrust important matters to him at this time.It is nonsense to apologize to the old friend and Zheng Youting who introduced him. On the contrary, he specially asked Zhou Da to come back because he had more important things to do, and it could only be done by a person who would not betray his complete trust.

After returning to the room, Zheng Youting stood silently behind the door for a long time.

opportunity.the capital.Wen Mo.

At a time when the central government was intent on dealing with the Zhou family, this person who came from the important capital of the capital without warning to replace a useless deputy mayor was even proficient in ancient literature and calligraphy with a "like" for Mr. Zhou. High alert!

He satisfies all the factors, but he is the most unlikely person!

Zheng Youting frowned just thinking about it.He knows better than anyone else the twists and turns of his father being sent to this dilapidated place, but these are the inside stories that must not let the Zhou family get any clues, otherwise, the identity of the young master of the Zheng family alone is enough for the Zhou family to tear him apart. It fell into pieces.

Right at this time!

That person insisted on ignoring his warning and approaching Zhou's house, desperate to die!

Zheng Youting was rarely depressed.