Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 580 Did the flood wash away the Dragon King's temple?
"Little Ren is here."

At this moment, Li Xianglan, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen, came out with a plate of melons and fruits.

Ren Tong initially thought the person in the kitchen was a nanny, but it turned out to be his boss's wife.

It was as if he had springs installed under his buttocks; he jumped up from the sofa with a "thump."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

He bowed with shame and accepted the fruit platter from his leader's wife with both hands, his actions and expressions flowing seamlessly.

Then, Ren Tong took out the last gift box: "Sister-in-law, this is a famous deep-sea fish maw from Guangdong. I heard it can nourish the skin, improve complexion, and regulate blood and qi."

"President Zheng works tirelessly day and night for the group, and you take care of everything at home. We see this and admire you from the bottom of our hearts. The housekeeper can stew this fish maw. When you look better and have more energy, President Zheng can be more at ease when he is away. We, as his subordinates, are also happy."

This is another gift-giving phrase that Li Xianglan finds hard to refuse, and it's also a "standard template" for giving gifts to the wives of leaders.

Some people might find this too oily and greasy.

In fact, when you're in these environments, you'll be able to say it naturally.

Secondly, tone of voice is also very important.

Or rather, the tone of voice is the most important!

If you use the sycophantic tone of "Heshen in TV dramas," it will naturally sound very slick.

However, when we actually give gifts, we are very formal and sincere.

Just like Ren Tong now, he spoke calmly and earnestly, as if he genuinely hoped that Zheng Weizhong and Li Xianglan would be healthy, making what was originally polite and hypocritical platitudes sound full of true feelings.

Although this might sound like a criticism of "Zheng Weizhong is never home and relies entirely on Li Xianglan for support".

In fact, there is absolutely no problem. On the contrary, it makes Zheng Weizhong's dedication to the Party and Li Xianglan's devotion to her family even more apparent.

"Xiao Ren, you're too kind."

Li Xianglan did not refuse.

She took the fish maw and opened it in front of Ren Tong, praising it highly: "Oh my, it looks like amber, so yellow and clear, without any impurities. I've heard that Chaoshan fish maw is also called 'sea gold.' Thank you so much."

Why did Li Xianglan open it in front of everyone?

She deliberately praised him, hoping that Ren Tong, who gave the gift, would also receive positive emotional feedback.

Li Xianglan carried all the gift boxes to the storage room at home and took out two boxes of expensive beauty and health oral liquid.

When Ren Tong leaves, let him take the oral liquid home to his wife.

Most of these high-ranking leaders' wives are very knowledgeable about unspoken rules and are quite respectful of their subordinates.

On the contrary, it is those at the grassroots level (not to belittle the grassroots level), but such people are most common in remote areas.

They were used to swaggering around in a small town, wearing their sense of superiority on their faces, and their words and actions often carried an unquestionable arrogance, as if they were the "Brahmins of the county town" who had the final say under this sky.

In reality, they are the rule-breakers, the real fools.

Li Xianglan prepared the return gift and planned to return to her bedroom to see Ren Tong off when he was about to leave.

Suddenly, a few words drifted into my ears, barely audible.

"Chen Zhe".

"College students starting their own businesses while still in school."

“Retrospection and reply”.

"We may encounter obstacles and difficulties."

……

"Hmm? That sounds like Xianmei'er's boyfriend's name."

Li Xianglan muttered to herself.

She knew about Backtracking Technology, one of the advertisers for the Beijing Olympics, and she'd heard they owned a tutoring website.

Li Xianglan hadn't paid much attention to it before, since there were no school-aged children in her family who needed tutoring, so she merely "knew" about it, but was too lazy to "find out" about it.

After listening for a while longer, the name "Chen Zhe" appeared too frequently, and the image of that fair-skinned boy with a gentle temperament and great patience also surfaced in Li Xianglan's mind.

"The same person?"

Soon, Li Xianglan overturned this conclusion.

Because the husband and his subordinate were actually talking about how to deal with [Chen Zhe].

Li Xianglan found it somewhat amusing. There must be some mistake here. What kind of college student would require her husband's personal intervention, and even "would encounter obstacles and difficulties"? "...Chen has the backing of Sun Yat-sen University. If we put pressure on him, the university is very likely to intervene."

Zheng Weizhong's voice continued from the living room: "And the local leaders in Guangdong will probably have objections too, but as long as Secretary Wang doesn't speak up, the group can bear all the pressure..."

"Guangdong? Sun Yat-sen University?"

Li Xianglan was confused again.

Because she had heard Yu Xian mention that Chen Zhe was a student at Sun Yat-sen University in Guangdong.

"Could it really be such a coincidence?"

Li Xianglan found it unbelievable, but given her emotional intelligence, she wouldn't go out and confront them directly. Instead, she called Yu Xuan.

"Aunt Lan~"

Cosplay Sister's voice is clear, sweet, and melodious, and Li Xianglan can't help but smile every time she hears it.

"Xianmei, what are you doing? Have you finished taking a bath?"

Li Xianglan first said a few words of small talk.

"All done washing."

Yu Xian said crisply, "I was just flipping through 'On Brush and Ink'."

"Not bad."

Li Xianglan praised, "Many people think that painting only requires talent and diligence, and that book theories are too dry. In fact, this knowledge establishes a complete aesthetic coordinate system for us and provides a source of innovation and development..."

After chatting about serious matters for a while, Li Xianglan gradually shifted the conversation to personal matters and asked, "Where's Chen Zhe? When are you coming over to cheer you on?"

He said after National Day.

The cosplayer said with a smile, "The old lady thinks it's better to come later so as not to interfere with my preparation for the competition."

"Hahaha…"

Li Xianglan laughed along, casually remarking, "How much can it really interfere? The old lady is making a mountain out of a molehill. But you're in the capital, while Chen is probably quite bored in Guangzhou."

"He's never bored; he's got plenty to do."

Xianmei had no idea that this was just a preamble. When Li Xianglan finally found out the relationship between Chen Zhe and Su Hui, she suddenly froze.

"Aunt Lan? Aunt Lan, are you still there? Aunt Lan?"

Yu Xian felt there was no response from the receiver, so he asked several questions.

“…Xianmei’er.”

After a long pause, Li Xianglan said with a hint of helplessness, "Why didn't you tell me these things before?"

"You didn't ask before."

Fish replied, seemingly puzzled.

"……All right."

Li Xianglan wouldn't reveal these things to Yu Xuan, lest it affect her competition. She just sighed, told Yu Xuan to rest early, and then fell into deep thought by herself.

The current situation is: "I really like a younger boyfriend" VS "My loveless husband".

Regardless of which side loses, it feels like "the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple," and this relationship will inevitably be exposed in the future.

Li Xianglan had been planning to invite the young couple and Wu Yu to her home after Yu Xuan won the championship in the Eighth Academy Exchange Tournament.

Not long after, probably after her husband and Ren Tong finished their conversation, the sound of them exchanging pleasantries and saying goodbye came from the living room.

Li Xianglan carried the beauty and health oral supplements out and asked Ren Tong to take them home.

After another round of polite refusals, Ren Tong finally left with the return gift. Li Xianglan slammed the door shut and stood in the living room looking at her husband.

Zheng Weizhong was a little puzzled. According to their usual habits, his wife should have gone straight to the bedroom, and then the two of them would have continued their "living under one roof, each doing their own thing" lifestyle.

"Is something wrong?"

Zheng Weizhong frowned and asked the question.

"Ah."

Li Xianglan nodded.

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