Chapter 825: Mo Tianlin
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Although he didn't hear the sound, he seemed to feel a little hidden, and the old man in the room suddenly raised his head.
When he saw Yehong, a gentle breeze smiled on his face, and he waved to Yehong.
When looking at the old man's face, Ye Hong also thoroughly confirmed one thing.
It turned out that the old man who helped him out that day was the chief of the Jiangnan Provincial Hall!
"go in!
I warn you, if there were any small movements, I shot you! "
Dongfang Ningyun patted the bulging waist and warned.
Ye Hong shook his head helplessly and followed the opened door into the office.
"Hehehehe, is that little girl in the East a headache?"
As soon as he entered the room, the old man poured a cup of hot water for Ye Hong.
While handing it to him, he said with emotion: "But that girl seems reckless, but she is simple in heart, and is a rare Qinglian in this dirty world."
Ye Honglue took the drinking glass a little bit cautiously and whispered her thanks.
"Don't pretend to be your kid, are you so careful in front of the two old things Qin Zhengyan and Fu Huaiyong?"
The old man of Mo surname was caught off guard.
Ye Hong raised his head violently, just to meet the old man's joke.
In these pairs of eyes, Ye Hong only saw kindness, peace, clarity... but no trace of hostility.
"Do you always know them?" Ye Hong wondered.
"It's not just knowing, when we were young, we also chased the same girl!"
The old man mumbled and said: "It's just that Qin Zhengyan's treacherous guy finally gave Jie Zhu first.
The old man and I, hit hard, left Kyoto sadly, alas..."
Ye Hong didn’t know how much he said was true or false, but he clearly felt the old man’s thoughts about getting closer to himself.
The originally cramped attitude gradually calmed down.
"Right, I haven't introduced myself yet."
The old man of Mo surnamed opened his mouth slightly, but he suddenly pondered: "Well... do I need to introduce myself?"
Ye Hong shook his head.
Mo Tianlin, there is no need for this name to be spoken by others. People in the entire Jiangnan Province, except for the ignorant child, hardly know anything about it.
These three words represent a legend that is not inferior to Qin Zhengyan and Fu Huaiyong.
At the same time, it also represents a glorious time in Jiangnan Province.
It is precisely under the diligent governance of this old man that Jiangnan Province can flourish in just a decade or so and leap to the top three in the economically important province of the country.
He has many reasons to retire to his hometown, and the treatment he enjoys will never be worse than that of Fu Huaiyong.
But the old man chose one of the most tiring roads, and wasted his hard work for more than 30 million people in Jiangnan Province.
Such a great character does not need to praise him with any words of praise, because those superficial words are not worthy of him.
Mo Tianlin shouldered his hands and came to the window.
Through the bright windows, at this height, you can clearly overlook most of the egret city.
"This white pagoda is designed by me."
"People always think of me as a **** overlooking a thousand, but no one knows that my original intention was to place myself closest to the sun."
"Only in this way can we clearly show ourselves in front of the people.
Let them criticize and let them examine. "
Reminiscent of this office, which can be viewed from the outside, Ye Hong nodded in agreement.
"Hi! Tell you what these boring things do?"
Mo Tianlin shook his head, pointed to the outside of the door, and smiled: "Go, take you to visit our beautiful Provincial Palace and City Hall."
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