Mrs. Qi was also calling her husband, looking dejected, and was as distinguished as the two of them from her previous arrogant attitude.

As soon as the phone was connected, Mrs. Qi shouted pitifully: "Husband!"

"Is Liangchen okay? Did the murderer catch it? I'll go there right after the meeting." Boss Qi didn't hear something wrong with his wife's tone.

"It's all your dog son!" Mrs. Qi immediately screamed: "If he hadn't messed with someone, would he have made such a fuss?"

"What's going on? How do you talk? My son isn't your son yet?" Boss Qi felt that things were no longer what he imagined.

Mrs. Qi said angrily: "Who is your dog son provoking? Mayor Li Shujing's relative! I almost killed me! Didn't you not discipline him properly? Can you do this?"

"Li, Li Shujing's relative?" Boss Qi was a little breathless.

The more Mrs. Qi scolded, the more aggrieved she felt, and cried, "I want to catch your dog son and be sentenced to death. What can I do? Tell me! Tell me!"

"Ah? No, right?" Boss Qi hesitated for a while, calmed down and said, "You can tell me what happened first, I'll think of a solution."

Mrs. Qi added fuel to the fire and explained the previous situation. She said that Song Baojun was from the big background and the deep background. She only said that Boss Qi was sweating profusely, and said, "Now people want to pay money, let fourteen classmates come out together. Our family is big. What do you think you should do."

Boss Qi pondered: "It's ten million, but it's not urgent to donate five million to the school library and three million to the poor students. But the Young Master Song specifically mentioned two million in mental loss expenses. This is the most important thing and must be completed immediately. We can meet other parents tonight and discuss the share that each family should pay."

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In the vice president's office, the three of them chatted for a while. Because of Governor Liu and Du Ershou, Zhou Kai was very polite and showed a vague intention of making friends.

Song Baojun naturally reciprocates his favor. After a few words, he had already called each other brothers and brothers. He said, "Brother Kai" on the left and "Brother Ming on the right, and "Brother Ming on the right," and "Brother Ming on the right, and he called him very intimately.

The frail personality in the body has been deeply integrated, and there is no obstacle to communicating with the two characters, not to mention that there is a philosophical personality bonus, and the conversation is almost omnipresent.

It is sometimes quoted from classics, sometimes commented on current affairs, sometimes laughed at the past and present, and sometimes discussed the world, and sometimes spoke eloquently. Some ideas may not be able to keep up with Wei Mingliang.

Zhou Kai only said that he was a relative of Governor Liu's family, and thought that none of these second-generation officials were fuel-efficient. It was not a false statement. If he did not go into politics in the future, he could just make a living by himself even if he was selling.

Wei Mingliang has seen the magic of Song Baojun, so he will not talk about it anymore.

Ling Anqi clumsyly helped to serve tea and water, and almost poured the water on herself several times.

Song Baojun asked her to perform a show for the two leaders, and Ling Anqi shyly sang a song "g" with a graceful and graceful voice, and the meso-sex performance was a unique and wonderful. Zhou Kai and Wei Mingliang both praised it.

Finally, Zhou Kai found that the time was almost over and stood up to say goodbye.

The mayor's full-time secretary has never had anything to do with the word "Qingxuan". It is rare to squeeze in time to drink tea and chat with Song Baojun. It is a rare leisure time. There was a cultural publicity meeting at noon and went to attend the opening of the Teazhou Art Exhibition in the afternoon. In the evening, I wrote the mayor's work report tomorrow. The schedule was full and I couldn't be busy at all.

Song Baojun was embarrassed to stay for a long time and went out with Ling Anqi.

"Sir, it's fortunate that you are here, otherwise I would be fired and I don't know how to explain to my parents."

In Ling Anqi's mind, Song Baojun's figure became taller and taller, so he automatically omitted a word to appear respectful and intimate.

Song Baojun sighed and said, "You are so kind. You are obviously involved in the trouble caused by Qi Liangchen. You don't have to blame yourself. It is also thanks to Secretary Zhou and Principal Wei who distinguish right from wrong and uphold justice, which can solve this problem successfully."

Ling Anqi nodded suddenly and said, "Yes, Secretary Zhou and Principal Wei are also good people. Uh, I have to go to the classroom to attend class, otherwise the teacher will say. Are you free tonight, sir?"

Song Baojun looked at the quartz watch with a cleansing, cutting and blowing card, and said, "I won't go to class today. I'll go to your dormitory to see how it's going?"

Ling Anqi was a little embarrassed for a moment: "But boys can't enter girls' dormitory casually. Moreover, my bed has not been cleaned up yet, and the dormitory is very messy, so I'm afraid that the teacher will make a joke when he sees it."

"I'll just take a look."

"Then, okay, I won't blame me if the dormitory manager doesn't let him in later."

When I walked to the door outside the girls' dormitory building, I was stopped by the dormitory manager.

But who is Song Baojun? Even Principal Wei was stunned, so the only aunt was naturally no problem.

First, I judged my hometown after listening to my aunt's accent, then looked at my clothes and dressed and analyzed my tastes and hobbies, and simply guessed my family situation based on the content of the conversation.

After a few words, Song Baojun called his aunt's son who was still in high school as his junior brother. The head teacher was his former teacher and gave advice on which university to take the lead, what kind of girlfriend should I find in the future, what kind of wedding should I do when I get married, what name would I name after I have a grandson, and which kindergarten my grandson went to.

The two of them were in the small guard room of the dormitory manager and made them plan all their lives in the next few decades.

The aunt was so excited that she almost refused to let him go. Fortunately, Song Baojun said to go to his sister's dormitory to help, and the aunt asked him to go and go back soon. My mother was still waiting to discuss which elementary school her grandson would go to.

Along the way, Ling Anqi looked at Song Baojun weirdly.

"Am I very handsome?" Song Baojun asked.

Ling Anqi giggled and said, "Sir, you don't know how strict the dormitory manager is usually. If you are a little late, you have to beg for a long time. There are regulations on what electrical appliances to use in the dormitory, otherwise the power will be cut off. Several women in our class have been scolded and cried directly by her. I didn't expect to be so friendly to Mr., I think, if my aunt has a daughter, I really want to marry you."

Song Baojun said: "If you have studied business administration, you will know that there is a science called 'pain point marketing', which is the so-called "study point marketing" that when promoting products or services, grab as much information as possible, and then grasp the customer's final demands, and convey the corresponding information. Build an excitement point that makes consumers satisfied and happy enough, and then create a pain point that makes them feel that they will regret not buying, etc. This can better stimulate consumers' purchases*."

"What?" Ling Anqi's thick nerve didn't understand at all.

When Song Baojun saw the girl's stupid expression, he found that he had been playing the piano with a cow for a long time, so he had to say, "If you apply it to the aunt, her son is what she cares most about. Use this topic to chat with her to ensure that the aunt is in a happy mood."

"Oh, I understand." Ling Anqi suddenly realized and said, "But I don't know how to chat, and they don't like to chat with me very much. Usually, I know how to use me as a boy. I can't call me any things to move and install water and electricity. When I talk about makeup, shopping and date handsome guys, I can't get in touch."

"You are different from them."

The dormitory of the Conservatory of Music is on the eighth floor, and it is class time at this time, but there are still many students who have no classes in the dormitory and wasted their time.

Seeing Song Baojun following the giant girl, a lot of boring girls were very curious, and there was a tomboy leaning against the door and shouting, "Good man, come and play", which caused bursts of exaggerated laughter behind her.

Song Baojun turned around and said, "How much does it cost to spend a night?"

The tomboy was stunned and immediately blushed and closed the door.

Ling Anqi frowned and said, "Sir, these women are crazy and crazy, and they don't have any signs of appearance. Don't pay attention to them."

When he walked to the 520 dormitory, Ling Anqi said: "Sir, it's here. Please come in. Don't be disgusted with it."

Song Baojun stood at the door and didn't go in, and said with an upright look on his face: "You can see if there are any other classmates first, and tell them I'll go in before going in."

Usually, girls are used to being careless in the dormitory and are not very particular. It is common for them to run around in just underwear. Occasionally, some classmates secretly take their boyfriends back to the dormitory, and if they don’t have time to notify them, they often see the unkempt appearance of other students’ unkempt spring scenery, which is not elegant.

Ling Anqi said oh, and she became more and more fond of the gentleman who was a gentleman.

She went in for a while and said, "Sir, it's okay, come in quickly."

What caught my eye was a large string of women's close-fitting clothes hanging in the middle of the dormitory, such as lace, tweeds, pantyhose, suspenders, pajamas, adjustment style, cute style, low waist, traceless, and body shaping.

"If you steal them all back, you'll send them." Song Baojun said quietly in his heart.

The layout of the dormitory is similar to that of a boy. It is a four-person room with a raised bed and a bunk bed, a cabinet and a computer desk below, a bed above, and a bathroom connected to a balcony opposite.

It is not much different from what Song Baojun imagined, but it has a bit of literary atmosphere. There is a wooden guitar hanging on the shelf on the left, and a colorful wind chime hanging under the bed. There are high-definition posters of movie star Bai Youcheng on the wall, and one of the beds is separated from others by curtains, and colorful jewelry is hung.

A woman was sitting in front of the computer playing games, and a woman was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, covered with a quilt, and her dark hair was exposed.

Ling Anqi said with a hint of nervousness: "Xiuxiu, Ayin, this is, yes, my brother Song Baojun, come here to take a look."

The girl who played computers didn't look back and typing her fingers on the keyboard, saying, "Oh, Angel's brother, welcome." She thought that Ling Angel had reached 1.95 meters tall, and her brother was not as attractive as Akagi Takaki and was not attractive to girls, so she didn't pay attention.

Ling Anqi didn't care either. She pulled over a giant plastic chair bought by Taobei.com and said excitedly: "Brother, you sit down first, I'll pour you water."

Xiuxiu, a girl who plays computer, said again: "Ah, oh, no, our giant girl took a boy back to the dormitory for the first time. She didn't have the same surname as you, so she was probably a fucking brother, right? It's so strange."
Chapter completed!