Diary of the life of a working wizard

When he took it out and saw that it belonged to his father, Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but a look of surprise flashed across his face. His father rarely called him, but his mother, even though he had become the secretary of the municipal party committee, still called him every now and then to check on him, as if he was still a child who hadn't grown up.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Feng Zhengcheng asked, putting away the worries in his heart.

"Mr. Huang and your uncle are both at our house. Please arrange a quieter place to eat in the evening." Feng Wenbo's slightly excited voice came from the phone.

Of course Feng Zhengcheng knew that the uncle Feng Wenbo was referring to was referring to Xia Yunjie. Although Xia Yunjie repeatedly insisted that Feng Zhengcheng call him Teacher Xia, Feng Wenbo still used to use uncle instead of Xia Yunjie when talking to Feng Zhengcheng in private.

"Mr. Huang? Which Mr. Huang?" A trace of doubt appeared on Feng Zhengcheng's face.

His father is already over seventy years old, and at his age, few people are worthy of the title "Huang Lao".

"Who else do you think is worthy of being called your dad? That old chief in the capital." Feng Wenbo said.

"What? Huang... Mr. Huang, he is at our house! Want... to have dinner with me tonight?" Feng Zhengcheng, as the secretary of the municipal party committee of a city, was shocked to hear that Mr. Huang came to his home. It's a bit awkward to ask for it. Of course it's more excitement and excitement.

Mr. Huang, that is the only towering tree left in the Republic. If he can climb up to him, then Feng Zhengcheng will really have a limitless career.

"Don't flatter yourself. If your uncle hadn't cured Mr. Huang's illness, do you think you were the only one qualified to have dinner with Mr. Huang?" Feng Wenbo said angrily when he heard this.

"That is, that is. Well, I will arrange it right away. But Mr. Huang's coming to Jiangzhou City is a big deal. Now that I know about it, I should report it to the provincial leaders, otherwise, if something happens Afterwards..." Feng Wenbo is worthy of being a person who has been involved in official circles for a long time. As he spoke, he immediately thought of the province.

"Huang Lao said that he asked you to call Secretary Zhao and invite him to have a casual meal with him. Forget about the others. Huang Lao doesn't want to stir up trouble, and your uncle certainly doesn't want to either." Feng Wenbo said.

Hearing Feng Wenbo's words, Feng Zhengcheng was very excited. If he really wanted to sleep, someone would bring him a pillow.

When Mr. Huang came to work, there was no official who didn't want to meet and chat with him. Mr. Huang gave Feng Zhengcheng the opportunity to make a phone call, which was naturally a favor given to him.

"I know, I know. I'll call Secretary Zhao right now to see what instructions he has." Feng Zhengcheng said hurriedly.

"Look at your potential!" Feng Wenbo was not used to listening to his son's official remarks. He said angrily and hung up the phone.

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Although Mr. Huang's request was to be quiet and low-key, once he knew that Mr. Huang was coming to Jiangzhou City, who would dare to take it lightly? Who dares to treat it with a normal heart?

How can this news be contained?

So after talking to his father, Feng Zhengcheng's nerves became highly tense. When Zhao Xingjun, who was far away in Haizhou City, the provincial capital, Secretary Zhao received a call from Feng Zhengcheng, his brain nerves were also very tense. He strictly told Feng Zhengcheng that he must entertain Mr. Huang well. Especially in terms of security. At the same time, he immediately set off for Jiangzhou City.

Feng Zhengcheng met Huang Lao at his own home. When he saw his uncle and Huang Lao calling themselves brothers and chatting and laughing happily, he was shocked beyond words.

What kind of person is Mr. Huang? There are absolutely no people in the entire Republic who can call him brother-in-law, but my uncle, a young man who is only twenty years old, can talk and laugh freely with Huang Lao as brother-in-law. Who would dare to believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes?

However, when Feng Zhengcheng calmed down and thought about his uncle's miraculous abilities, he felt that all this did not seem surprising.

Although Mr. Huang is the founding father of the country and a general who has fought hundreds of battles, he is still a mortal after all, but my uncle is already half a god!

As Feng Wenbo said, if it weren't for Xia Yunjie, Feng Zhengcheng would not be qualified to eat with Mr. Huang. Therefore, even though Feng Zhengcheng was the secretary of the Jiangzhou City Party Committee and the top leader, when he arrived home, he only paid a formal visit to Mr. Huang and asked him for instructions on the evening's arrangements, and that Secretary Zhao was on his way there. There was no room for him to interrupt.

Feng Zhengcheng stepped aside knowingly, not daring to disturb the conversation between Mr. Huang and Xia Yunjie.

"Secretary Feng, you have been in charge of Jiangzhou City at the age of thirty-eight. You are really young and promising. I have heard about it for a long time, but I didn't expect that you are the grandson of Uncle Feng." When Feng Zhengcheng stepped aside, Qu Weiguo took the initiative to shake hands with him. He shook hands and whispered.

"I am blind, who are you?" Since Qu Weiguo could stay by Huang Lao's side, Feng Zhengcheng dared not look down upon him. He shook hands with Qu Weiguo warmly, and then whispered politely.

"Haha, my name is Qu Weiguo. I am from the same sect as your father. He is my uncle." Qu Weiguo explained to Feng Zhengcheng with a smile, and then lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but trembled when he heard this, and then he held Qu Weiguo's hand tightly and said: "Director Qu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you beforehand..."

"Haha, we are all our own people, there is no need to be so open-minded." Qu Weiguo grabbed Feng Zhengcheng's hand in turn, patted the back of his hand gently and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, they are all our own!" Feng Zhengcheng's body trembled slightly when he heard this, then he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and nodded in agreement.

Qu Weiguo smiled when he heard this, and then looked at his uncle with admiration, who was chatting and laughing with Mr. Huang.

Although Qu Weiguo was secretly a political official, he was different from an official like Feng Zhengcheng. Because he is not an ordinary person, he is a wizard. In his heart, what he really pursues is not an official career but immortality. Of course, since he has entered the official career, it shows that Qu Weiguo is still more enthusiastic about the official career, but in any case, the pursuit of immortality is his ultimate goal.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, official career is only his interest, but cultivation is Qu Weiguo's real life. Therefore, ever since he saw his uncle show his hand, Xia Yunjie's tall image in his mind was immediately established. Even though he was still very young, it did not hinder Qu Weiguo's respect for the elders and strong men in his sect at all. Affection.

Xia Yunjie met Zhao Xingjun, secretary of the Jiangnan Provincial Party Committee, in the banquet hall.

Secretary Zhao is a man who looks very energetic, which can be seen from the light bursting out of his eyes. However, Secretary Zhao's left foot seems to be a little inconvenient, and his walking seems to lack the determination and momentum of a soldier.

"Hello, Chief!" But when Zhao Xingjun walked up to Mr. Huang and stood up straight to salute, his military aura suddenly came out.

Huang Lao raised his hand reflexively, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. Then he put it down with a smile and took Zhao Xingjun's hand kindly: "Come, come, Xiao Zhao, let me introduce to you. This is Xia Yunjie, my savior and my brother, just call him Teacher Xia."

When Zhao Xingjun entered the banquet hall just now, he saw Xia Yunjie sitting next to Huang Lao. He felt strange at the time. He basically knew all of Mr. Huang's descendants, but he seemed to have no memory of the young man in front of him. Now when I heard Mr. Huang's introduction, I couldn't help but be shocked. It turned out that the young man sitting next to Mr. Huang was not one of Mr. Huang's grandsons, but his brother!

"Hello, Teacher Xia!" Since he was Mr. Huang's savior and brother, Secretary Zhao didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly stretched out his hands.

"Hello, Secretary Zhao." Xia Yunjie smiled and shook hands with Secretary Zhao.

"Everyone, please sit down. Hey, Xiao Zhao, have you had the old problem with your left leg again?" Mr. Huang waved his hand after Xia Yunjie and Secretary Zhao shook hands, but when he saw Secretary Zhao walking to his seat, his left leg It seemed a little uncomfortable, so I couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Thank you, old chief, for your concern. The weather has turned a bit cold these days, so I feel a little uncomfortable. It will be fine when the weather stabilizes in a few days." Secretary Zhao said gratefully after hearing this.

But when he said this, Secretary Zhao knew that the truth was far more serious than what he said. The bone hyperplasia caused by old injuries has become more and more serious. It has become so severe that the joints are stiff and inflexible in the morning, and require repeated massage exercises before I can stand and walk. Now he needs plasters and acupuncture almost every day, but they can only provide some relief.

The doctor has suggested that he undergo surgery, but this operation is not only very painful, but also has a slow postoperative recovery. The most important thing is that he will need to rely on a wheelchair to walk for a period of time after the operation. This is what Zhao Xingjun, the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, cannot afford. Accepted.

"What's wrong with Secretary Zhao's legs?" Xia Yunjie had already discovered the problem with Secretary Zhao's legs just now. Now that Mr. Huang was talking about it, he asked casually.

"It was caused by old injuries sustained during the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. It has been with me for many years. It is an old problem. It's okay, it's okay. It's rare for the old leader to come to Jiangnan today, so we won't talk about it." Secretary Zhao said.

"Xiao Zhao, you are wrong. This brother of mine is a miracle doctor. You have a chance to meet with him today, why don't you ask him to look at it for you?" Huang Lao waved his hand and turned to Xia Yunjie after speaking. Said: "Brother, would you please show this old subordinate of mine a look?"

Secretary Zhao had already seen famous doctors for his leg, and Feng Wenbo had also seen him, but they only prescribed some plasters to activate blood circulation and remove blood clots, reduce swelling and pain, and provide some relief, but they couldn't cure it, so he didn't do anything. There is hope, besides Xia Yunjie is still so young. But now that Mr. Huang has spoken, he has to say a few words: "I wonder when Teacher Xia will be free? Please..."

"There is nothing empty. Now that you have encountered it, I will help you take a look." Xia Yunjie said.

He was injured in the Vietnam self-defense counterattack, and he was a national hero, not to mention the face of Huang Lao.

"Isn't this good? I've been suffering from this disease for many years, and it can't be cured in an instant. It's better to wait..." Secretary Zhao couldn't help but laugh and cry when he heard that Xia Yunjie was going to treat his leg now.

He has bone hyperplasia in his knee, and his leg is not sprained. You can help to straighten the bone and you will see immediate results. Bone hyperplasia is a stubborn chronic disease. Basically, there is no way to cure it except to relieve it. So what's the use of looking at it now?