Is this the matter we decided on?

Yu Shengrong and Li Qingyuan looked at Zhou Ming blankly, as if they still felt like they were dreaming. Even though Li Fuda and his students had already lived in Xiaoxitian's village, even if he was sitting with Li Fuda and the others drinking and chatting ten minutes ago, he still couldn't believe it.

After all, this matter seemed too fantastic to him. Why did Li Fuda, who was so arrogant just now and looked down on Zhou Ming, was so easy to get along with Zhou Ming in a blink of an eye, and so firmly supported Zhou Ming?

You should know that when Yu Shengrong arranged the Xiaoxitian affairs, he even thought about more things, and wanted to take these people to Qiandao Lake or even go to Putuo Mountain, because he felt that only that kind of holy land was suitable for poets like Li Fuda, but he didn't expect that just a small Xiaoxitian could do it. Could it be that Zhou Ming, you, have any magic to manipulate people's hearts?

"Mr. Zhou Ming, how did you do it?" Yu Shengrong was confused for a long time and couldn't help but ask.

Zhou Ming was not surprised that Shengrong would ask this question. From the beginning of his decision, Yu Shengrong was full of questions. If he didn't ask this, he would be driven crazy by himself.

"Just read a book!" Zhou Ming told him, "Old Yu, have you forgotten that I have deliberately taken care of you in the collection of poems and collections produced by Li Fuda? Because these poems are not just a work, especially for me, it is more important to reflect Li Fuda's personality preferences."

Yu Shengrong looked surprised and confused. He had already called Zhou Ming that he was immune to Yu, and what he couldn't figure out was another point.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, you can see so much after reading his collection of poems? Although I know that he has a lot of people who write about bamboo forests and tea, that's not enough." Yu Shengrong said.

"Of course these are not enough!" Zhou Ming should say, "Even these are not the most important ones. I mainly want to analyze his personality and preferences."

Zhou Ming paused for a moment before saying: "Li Fuda has a chapter that I am most impressed with. He said that people must have a certain degree of cultivation, because they have cultivation and cultivation. Because they see more, they will yearn for freedom more. Only a free soul can distinguish what beauty is."

After Zhou Ming finished speaking, he stopped again. Zhou Ming looked at Yu Shengrong and asked him: "What did you hear from here?"

Yu Shengrong was confused and didn't understand what Zhou Ming was asking: "What can I hear?"

"It's very simple, it's his personality. To put it bluntly, he is a standard young Bourgeois art." Zhou Ming said very directly.

This answer made Yu Shengrong even more confused: "I understand the art youth, but what is Bourgeois?"

"It's just a petty bourgeois mood. A direct understanding is a very ideal yearning, which is generally a yearning for the high-quality and free life of developed Western countries that we understand." Zhou Ming explained to Yu Shengrong.

In fact, Bourgeois is not a new vocabulary. It has been introduced to the country long before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Especially in the 1990s, the so-called Bourgeois in China was widely publicized for a period of time. Yu Shengrong must have heard of it, but he just couldn't remember it for a while.

In Zhou Ming's opinion, Li Fuda is the standard Bourgeois young man. To put it simply, he yearns for aristocratic life and likes the pathological morbidity of painless moaning.

"This kind of person is mostly paranoid and likes to act emotionally. As long as you have the right appetite, he will be easy to talk. But on the contrary, your attitude towards life and way of thinking are very different from him or even completely opposite to him. Then he will not listen to whatever you say." Zhou Ming told Yu Shengrong.

The people of the 1990s did not have much understanding of Bourgeois young, but Zhou Ming knew that the so-called "going to Tibet for freedom and spiritual liberation" in later generations, and the so-called "going to travel without spending money, but actually giving away cannons for free are typical representatives of this type of people.

They just stubbornly believe that their ideals are the truth, and they don’t listen to anything else, nor do they care about the price they have paid.

"Of course, in addition to this, these people also have high requirements for quality of life and position."

Zhou Ming also said: "Just as Li Fuda described in his sans, a cup of tea and a book for an afternoon, if you can listen to the Voice of the United States again, it would be even more perfect; you can play golf in your spare time and watch the white ball draw a beautiful arc..."

Zhou Ming said as he spread his hands: "This kind of aristocratic life is what they yearn for the most, so Xiao Xitian is the one that suits their artistic conception. There are tea and stories, and you can go up the mountain to fight wild boars and other things when you have nothing to do."

"But Mr. Zhou Ming, how did you know about this place?" Yu Shengrong asked again.

Compared with Zhou Ming's previous understanding of Li Fuda's personality, this is what Yu Shengrong is most confused about.

Because he had known before that Zhou Ming had a great analysis of human personality and had reached the level of a monster, Zhou Ming could classify Li Fuda into Little Bourgeois with a few books. No matter how incredible this was, he could still understand it, but Xiao Xitian was so magical?

Xiao Xitian did not find it himself, but Zhou Ming told him that there was such a place next to Xizi Lake, which Yu Shengrong arranged.

This may sound like nothing wrong at first, but it's terrifying to think about it carefully!

You should know that Binjiang is his territory of Yu Shengrong. Even if he is not from Hangzhou, Xizihu is a place where he often comes. How come Zhou Ming can know that he doesn’t know about it?

"Maybe I've been to Hangzhou once before, and happened to have been here once. I remember it if it's very good." Zhou Ming replied.

"Just... that's that simple?" Yu Shengrong asked blankly, as if he couldn't believe it.

Of course it is not that simple! Zhou Ming went to Hangzhou with Su Han once, and came to find Li Qingyuan specifically. Even if he had time to travel, he would only raft on Xizi Lake. How could he have time to clear the land in the mountains!

The reason why Zhou Ming knew that there was Xiao Xitian was completely a precaution to rebirth.

Because fifteen years later, a world-class hotel group discovered the geography of people in Xiaoxitian and chose to invest in the construction of a hotel that is only five or six thousand a night, specifically for the rich.

Zhou Ming didn't know what the position of those rich people were, but Zhou Ming knew that since such a hotel group could choose this place, it means that it was definitely worthy of it, which was to impress these little Bourgeois who yearned for foreign nobles.

Adding to the analysis of Li Fuda's personality, as long as Xiao Xitian can impress him and make him identify with him, it is equivalent to persuading him. This is the slightly paranoid personality of people like Li Fuda. This personality cannot be said to be simple good or bad. If what they insist on is right, then they are heroes who sacrifice themselves for justice; if it is wrong, it will be just like the young girls on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway who give themselves to drivers and Tibetans to trample on the drivers and Tibetans to take a free ride. It is very stupid!

So now that someone has marked the map, what Zhou Ming has to do is tell Yu Shengrong the news.

Fortunately, Yu Shengrong was a landlord in Binjiang, so he only told him about this place vaguely, but with his connections here, he found it in just a few hours.

Zhou Ming knew the mist in his forehead, but he didn't tell him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ming patted Yu Shengrong on the shoulder and said to him: "Okay, Lao Yu, don't think too much. Anyway, Li Fuda has already made a statement, and I still believe him more. Now that the situation is so good, don't worry, you are always worried about being brainless!"

Yu Shengrong felt very hurt by this because it is normal for him to have these questions now. If he doesn’t care about these things, he is really nervous and stupid!

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At the same time, Yuan Chengrang was also talking about this problem with Li Fuda and his house in the village.

"Teacher, did you really decide to help them Zhou Ming? Why is that? Didn't you say that he is a disgusting businessman full of stinking money? Now you are using us and want to disrupt the Binhai market. Why do we have to help such a person? Isn't this contrary to our original intention? Isn't it improper?" Yuan Chengrang said.

Li Fuda was not in a hurry to speak, but drank a glass of wine first and then placed the glass in front of Yuan Chengrang.

"Did you see this glass of wine? It is a unique tea brew here in Xiaoxitian. How do you think it tastes?" Li Fuda asked.

"I have never thought about making wine with tea, and this tea has the unique fragrance of Longjing, which is perfectly blended with the taste of wine, which is very good." Yuan Chengrang replied.

Li Fuda then pointed outside: "Mr. Zhou Ming said there are wild boars on this mountain, and we can follow the hunters up the mountain to hunt at any time. Do you think this arrangement is good?"

Li Fuda unconsciously added the word "Mr." to Zhou Ming's name while speaking.

Whether it was before or now, Yuan Chengrang didn't understand: "Teacher, isn't this time now?"

"But I think it's time to talk about this." Li Fuda told Yuan Chengrang, "I mentioned this tea brew with you and I could go up the mountain to hunt, just to tell you that Mr. Zhou Ming's character is the same as ours, and he should be our friend!"

Li Fuda then said, "So if we don't help our friends now, who else should we help? Are we going to help Shen Baishi, the disgusting businessman full of stinking smell of money?"

Li Fuda finally said to Yuan Chengrang with a loud voice: "Then I will put my words here today. If you dare to do this, I will never let you go!"

After hearing Li Fuda's words, Yuan Chengrang was about to cry.

What's this all about this? Didn't you say before that Zhou Ming was a disgusting businessman full of stinking copper? Why did he turn around and become Shen Baishi? Is this face change too quickly?
Chapter completed!