In the suite of Shangri-La Hotel, a group of people gathered on the table and looked at a copybook.

"Is this Mr. Qi Gong's copybook?"

Wang Lianqiao's eyes were full of curiosity.

After returning to the hotel, Xiong Baizhou accidentally found that there were many people in the room, Song Shihao, Wang Shukui, Sun Mingjun, Wang Fengxiang, Sheng Yuanqing, and Liu Daxiang were all here.

Tao and Shan rarely participate in private affairs outside work. Gao Liang and Xu Fanliang's relationship has not yet been completed. These people in the room either have to get along with each other, or the villagers in the village, or the little guys from Xiong Baizhou. In short, there is no outsider.

Xiong Baizhou put the long gift box on the coffee table, but others dared not touch it, but Wang Lianqiao opened it straight away, but it turned out to be a copybook, which Xiong Baizhou himself was a little surprised.

However, he did not explain much, only said that it was given by a friend, and also explained the exquisiteness of this calligraphy and painting.

"Mr. Qi Gong's copybook is tight inside and out, sparse and dense, with delicate bones, exquisite and free, and has a noble spirit."

"What is the aura of nobles?" Liu Daxiang asked blankly.

Xiong Baizhou briefly explained: "It is the temperament that can only be cultivated by the imperial family."

"Then what is this person's identity?" Wang Lianqiao looked at Xiong Baizhou.

"He is the ninth generation grandson of Emperor Yongzheng, and this calligraphy and painting will have room for appreciation in the future."

"Then the gifts your friend gave are quite expensive."

After hearing this, Wang Lianqiao quickly put away the copybook carefully.

Xiong Baizhou smiled and thought to himself that Mao Wenjie might not know what was in the box, but Song Hua should have no shame to go back, so he embezzled himself.

Seeing Wang Lianqiao's actions carefully and cautiously, Liu Daxiang began to argue again: "What's the use of this thing? Just like mathematics, you can't use such a complicated formula when buying vegetables."

Xiong Baizhou looked at Liu Daxiang unhappily: "Mathematics may not be used to buy vegetables, but mathematics can determine where you buy vegetables."

Liu Daxiang followed Xiong Baizhou early on to work hard. He suffered, suffered grievances and bleeding along the way. He had never been to school. But now he has a car when he goes out and has money in his pocket, and some younger brothers are following behind.

Especially the boss he admired the most had never read a book, and Liu Daxiang would inevitably form the "useless theory of reading".

In such an impetuous era, it is still recognized by many people.

In fact, this is a very shallow theory. No view can be considered only from the particularity of individual success. If we look at a large-scale survey and research, the average income of college graduates is far greater than that of those groups who have not read books.

Moreover, the management of a country and the operation of society, the cultural inheritance of a nation and the economic rejuvenation are inseparable from the promotion and development of knowledge. The "the theory of the uselessness of reading" is a conspiracy with ulterior motives.

Although Xiong Baizhou has never been to school, he uses his actions to express his importance to intellectuals.

Since Liu Daxiang cannot understand this behavior in his current accumulation, Xiong Baizhou does not want to explain it for the time being.

However, these people gathered here not for discussion and study. Looking at the tears on the faces of the two women Wang Shukui and Wang Fengxiang, it was obviously another emotional problem.

Xiong Baizhou sighed in his heart, and it turned out that he was planning to rest.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

Xiong Baizhou sat on the sofa and asked while drinking hot tea to warm his stomach.

In fact, among those four people, Song Shihao and Wang Shukuan are the best solutions, just free-range.

The love between young men and women has to go through some setbacks, and it is understandable to cry, fight, and be sad about spring and autumn.

Otherwise, when you meet love, everyone becomes a poet.

The emotions are too rich.

It is actually better to solve the problem between Sun Mingjun and Wang Fengxiang. According to Xiong Baizhou's idea, it is best to part with each other, but feelings cannot be described as rational.

After Wang Fengxiang arrived in Guangdong City, Sun Mingjun was obviously still paying attention to her every move. After all, this is a woman who almost got married. With Sun Mingjun's honest and loyal personality, it is definitely unforgettable.

The four people looked at each other and felt embarrassed to say it, but Liu Daxiang laughed foolishly from beside him and said, "What else can I say? The relationship is broken."

Xiong Baizhou put down the teacup, looked at Liu Daxiang and said, "Daxiang, do you know the difference between a smart person and a fool?"

“What’s the difference?”

"Smart people speak because they have something to say; stupid people speak because they want to say." Xiong Baizhou looked at Liu Daxiang with a smile: "Do you evaluate yourself, smart people or stupid people?"

Now, Liu Daxiang was stunned and noticed that the big boss Xiong was scolding him. He touched the back of Yanyuan's head: "Then I won't listen anymore. I really can't stand Xiao Song. What kind of love is a good man?"

Liu Daxiang was run away by Xiong Baizhou, and Sheng Yuanqing smiled very happily. He always felt that if he ranked according to his IQ, he should be above Liu Daxiang.

Who knew that Xiong Baizhou heard the laughter and turned his head to look at Sheng Yuanqing: "What's wrong, Brother Xiao Sheng is going to learn some love strategy here?"

After a while, Sheng Yuanqing's shouts came from the corridor.

"Brother Daxiang, wait for me and go downstairs to have a drink together."

After the two unconfused men left, Xiong Baizhou immediately felt that the air was much more relaxed.

At this time, more than a day of snow had stopped. A thick layer of snow floated along the living room window. Under the sun, it seemed that a silver scarf was covered with a shining gauze. The snowflakes on the hotel balcony had already melted, and the rest were like fine velvet flowers hanging on a corner of the ground.

The snow does not cool down, but the suite of Shangri-La is as warm as spring. Everyone holds a cup of hot tea in his hand, and the sunlight reflects in from the glass window and shines on the high-end carpet.

Accompanied by the smudge of tea, everyone's heart feels a sense of ironing and warmth.

The most common thing I talk about here is Wang Shuhu, which is almost a critical meeting where the hollyhock sister accused Song Shihao of being ruthless, not replying to letters, and pretending to be ignorant. In the end, it was like a snot and tears, and all woke Xiong Baizhou who was sleeping on the sofa.

"So still talking?"

Xiong Baizhou muttered, it was already past 5 o'clock, did Wang Shukui say that he would not change people after more than an hour?

"You're so embarrassed."

Wang Lianqiao's eyes were a little red: "You can't say one or two words to Xiao Song, it's too unreasonable."

Xiong Baizhou smiled "hehe" and thought to himself that's a big deal. It's obviously a trivial matter. The more I pay attention, the more it will make Song Shihao feel rebellious. Don't you understand his own little guy?

Seeing that Wang Shukui seemed to be unable to finish speaking, Xiong Baizhou quickly interrupted: "It's getting late, let's go to the restaurant to have something to eat."

Wang Fengxiang was a little anxious, she had not had time to analyze it yet; Wang Shufu was the same, she had not finished speaking yet.

"Analysis after meals, criticize and fight after meals, and let Ming Jun and Xiao Song kneel here and cry after meals."

Xiong Baizhou patted his butt and stood up: "But now, have a meal first."

The woman's combat power is really terrifying. After dinner, she actually continued to hold a meeting in the suite. Sheng Yuanqing and Liu Daxiang came back and glanced at each other and quickly slipped away.

Wang Fengxiang started to tell from the freedom of women, Sun Mingjun's cultural cultivation, and the zero intersection of language between the two.

Xiong Baizhou finished reading the advertisements of both newspapers. Before the topic was over, he had to shake his head and said, "It is normal for Mingjun to be not your ideal partner. Haven't you become the ideal person yourself?"

In one sentence, Wang Fengxiang was blocked tightly.

Wang Shukui quickly helped: "Brother-in-law, I cried and wrinkled for Song Shihao, a heartless person."

Xiong Baizhou replied with a smile: "Where there are wrinkles, it means that Xiao Xiao has been there."

Xiong Baizhou participated, Wang Fengxiang and Wang Shukui were not rivals together, and they were eventually persuaded to go back to rest.

"The combat power is still too weak."

Xiong Baizhou shook his head lightly.

"Yeah?"

Wang Lianqiao suddenly came over: "I will go with me when I go back to my hometown in Haizhou tomorrow."

Xiong Baizhou was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you agree to go back to Guangdong City first?"

"I changed my mind." Meiren Wang smiled charmingly: "After all, I also want to see the red bean of lovesickness."

Xiong Baizhou couldn't help but start to get overwhelmed.

My own troubles were not solved, but I listened to others all night.
Chapter completed!