ca-book Chapter 141 When did you come here?
Chapter 141 When did you come here?
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An exquisite copper teapot is placed on top of the clay stove, and the red-hot charcoal fire below causes steam to spurt out from the spout of the copper pot.
The charcoal fire coated the entire room with a warm red color, forming a sharp contrast with the snowy scene outside the window.
Zhang Qi was sitting on the small round stool in front of the coffee table, looking at the copper pot in trance.
What just happened was a big fuss. Although Mr. Lin said he would keep him for a while after the meeting, he had to deal with those matters first, so Zhang Qi could only wait here.
The boy who was swinging the rolling pin just now came over to communicate with Zhang Qi for a while. His name is Li Fei, and he has been engaged in magic architectural design since his grandfather's generation.
Li Fei accidentally left his magic weapon at home before coming here for the meeting today, so he asked his colleague sitting at the next table to borrow his magic weapon to recharge it, and his colleague readily agreed.
But don’t tell me, other people’s things are easy to use when you hold them in your hands.
Obvious cracks can be seen on the CT film of the middle-aged monk's head.
However, just now Li Fei borrowed a roll of tape from Zhang Qi because he was too harsh and the top of the rolling pin cracked.
Wrap two more circles of tape, and his colleague named Zhang Xu might not be able to see it.
Well, good idea.
Li Fei went home to wrap tape on the rolling pin, but Zhang Qi couldn't leave yet. Mr. Lin still needed to question him.
Astoria just witnessed the whole thing at the venue, which may be a bit too exciting for a 12-year-old child.
In order to make it up to her, Xu Lin, who felt a little embarrassed, simply asked her ancestors and second ancestors to take Astoria to visit Beiping City.
She gave them enough money before leaving, but Xu Lin was not worried that Astoria and her party would be in danger.
Laughing to death, don’t look at how many people White Lady has killed over the years.
The three women, plus Shen Jian, who is responsible for carrying the baggage, should be having a lot of fun in the bustling commercial street at this time.
At this time, Zhang Qi was alone in the room and couldn't help feeling helpless.
"Hey guys, you all went out to play and left me here alone."
Zhang Qi muttered to himself resentfully.
"Squeak"~
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open.
"I've been waiting for a long time. What just happened was indeed very troublesome."
Mr. Lin strode into this office.
"President Lin".
Zhang Qi quickly stood up and bowed deeply towards Mr. Lin.
"No, no, no, please bow to me. I'm afraid Lao Zhang won't be happy down there."
Mr. Lin immediately walked over quickly and helped Zhang Qi up.
"Come, come, sit down, just treat this place as your home. Your grandfather and I had a very good relationship back then, so you don't need to see anyone outside."
President Lin turned around and waved the whisk in his hand. The door of the cabinet at the back immediately opened, and a set of exquisite purple clay tea sets floated out and landed gently on the table.
The copper teapot that had boiled over also floated up, flew to an ordinary iron office cabinet not far away, and knocked on the cabinet door with the handle.
A ceramic tea can flew out, and then stopped on the purple clay teapot. The small spoon automatically scooped up a little tea leaves and put it into the teapot, and then poured boiling water into the copper pot.
A mellow tea aroma immediately filled the room, making people feel very comfortable for a while.
"The authentic Wuyishan Dahongpao was given to me by Xu Lin this year. It is considered as a benefit for their work unit, but since she doesn't drink tea, she will take advantage of me."
Mr. Lin laughed heartily. When the tea was ready, he poured a cup for Zhang Qi.
Zhang Qi was not polite, gently picked up the tea cup, put it to his lips and took a sip.
A strong orchid aroma filled the mouth and lasted for a long time without dissipating.
"This tea is probably not available outside."
Feeling the rich aroma in his mouth, Zhang Qi praised it.
Mr. Lin smiled after hearing this. After Zhang Qi finished drinking the cup of tea, he changed it to a larger tea bowl and poured a full bowl for him.
"It makes you juniors laugh that this kind of thing happens at the annual conference"...
The old man sighed.
"I have to say that as I get older, I don't have as much energy as I did when I was young. This position weighs on me, which makes me a little breathless."
"Your merits and prestige are unparalleled. We juniors all believe that you are indeed worthy of the position of president."
After hearing this, Zhang Qi said to Mr. Lin very seriously:
"You have killed countless zombies and evil spirits in your life, and have single-handedly protected the peace of the world. This position is well-deserved for you."
"Compared with your grandfather, I actually feel a little ashamed."
After hearing this, Mr. Lin did not refute anything and continued:
"If it comes to martial arts, I am better than your grandfather, but if it comes to thinking, no one in this world can match your grandfather."
"Yes, he dressed up as an onmyoji, put purple thunder talismans on the Japanese supply trucks in the name of affixing safety talismans, and blew up their oil depots. This is a familiar story in the occult world."
After Zhang Qi heard this, a smile appeared on his lips.
"But it's still a pity. After the Death Eater incident, Lao Zhang became so angry that he suffered from old physical problems and couldn't survive in the end"...
When Mr. Lin said this, his tone was choked and he looked up at the ceiling.
Zhang Qi noticed that some tears seemed to be shining in his eyes under the sunlight.
"One of the things I regret most is that I have never met my grandfather. I have only heard about his heroic deeds from uncles, uncles and elders"...
Zhang Qi also sighed.
Regarding his grandfather, Zhang Qi had only heard some information from relatives, and the rest was obtained from history books in the occult world.
His grandfather can be regarded as a meritorious service to a certain extent. The current Mystic Arts Association was founded under his suggestion, so he can be regarded as one of the founders of the Chinese Mystic Arts Association.
Mr. Lin lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Qi. He saw that he was holding a tea cup with boiling tea soup in his right hand, but he looked as if nothing had happened. He nodded with understanding in his heart.
"By the way, after talking for so long, I actually want to ask you something."
Mr. Lin seemed to have remembered something and patted his thigh.
"Oh, I am indeed getting old, and I have forgotten the most important things."
"Ah, it's okay. If you have any questions, just ask."
Zhang Qi said quickly.
"Ah, actually this problem is not a big deal."
Mr. Lin scratched his head and asked in the calmest tone a sentence that made Zhang Qi's hair stand on end:
"I see there is a bullet hole in the abdomen and liver area of your three souls. You were shot and killed in your previous life, right?"
"What year? 2021"?
Mr. Lin asked with interest.