Then, Zhao Zeming, who was so worried about it, asked Fukang's car keys to come, and urged Liu Zeming to start the road in fear.

It took more than 50 kilometers to get on the airport expressway from Zhongzhou city. It took an old driver almost 40 minutes. Liu Xuqiang, a rookie, was a little careful and took an hour to drive to Zhongzhou Airport.

The four of them came to the airport's terminal building under the scorching sun, and were stopped by the guard as soon as they entered the door.

Qi Ming made a few polite sentences and explained his purpose. Of course, since he came to the airport's aviation building, mentioning Yang Yifu's name must be better than anything else.

When he heard Qi Ming mention Yang Yifu, the old man must have known him. Although he was very confused, he also took it seriously.

I didn't dare to be a little negligent. Not long after a call, a young secretary went downstairs. After Qi Ming met the secretary, he had a great chat. Obviously he had known each other for a long time.

The secretary greeted the guardian and led Qi Ming and others upstairs.

Before leaving, Qi Ming gave the old man a pack of Hongta Mountain prepared in advance. After all, he would inevitably run here every day in the next few days.

Liu Xuqiang was stunned when he saw this scene: "Yes, Qi Ming, didn't expect you to have this relationship?"

Zhao Zeming, who was beside him, saw it, felt a little sad and muttered in a low voice: "What's the matter? My father was more pompous when treating guests to Yuda International Trade Center."

The boy always likes to be more and more tall, but Qi Ming didn't listen to it at all. He stood in the elevator and chatted with the young secretary: "What are Brother Xiaoyang busy with recently? Are you still submitting articles to magazines?"

Chen Xiaoyang is the civil secretary of Yang Yifu's office. Although he is not very old, he has a heavy writing style. He is responsible for writing speeches for Yang Yifu on weekdays. He occasionally gets angry in some publications. He is a model of the literary temperament of the 1990s.

He stroked the glasses frame: "Writing nonsense, writing nonsense. To be honest, you haven't come to you for a long time. I heard that you were admitted to a university in Shanghai? It's amazing."

Qi Ming smiled awkwardly: "What's so great about a second-tier university? Once you graduate four years later, you will be unemployed. I envy you. I have a pair of literary talent and you will never worry about people who have unique eyes to appreciate it anywhere."

Chen Xiaoyang touched the buttons of his belly and smiled, "You are a pair of cute mouths that are pleasing to people. No wonder you are pleasing to people everywhere."

While speaking, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. Chen Xiaoyang and Qi Ming and the others came to a room and found a few bottles of Coke and fruits. "You Uncle Yang is having a meeting. Come over after the meeting. You can rest for a while and get cooler. I will call me if you have any needs next door."

"Brother Xiaoyang, I'm not really a big deal. I just want to use the burner in our building. Although we have graduated, we have to burn a lot of information. Is it convenient for you to read?"

A good girl like Fang Wenjin was stunned by the side, and Liu Xuqiang wanted to give him a thumbs up and openly praised Qi Ming's ability to lie and not write drafts.
Chapter completed!