Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Yanbei District, Lakeside Manor.

Yan Weiguo buttoned his sleeves, straightened his clothes briefly in the mirror, and then stretched his arms a few times to expand his chest and walked out of the cloakroom.

He lightly touched the thermostatic kettle placed on the living room table with the back of his hand. After feeling the appropriate temperature, he picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water into his hand.

"Mr. Yan, don't you want to drink tea today?"

The slim Xiaozhu walked in holding several cans of tea. Looking at Yan Weiguo who appeared in the living room a few minutes earlier, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Yan Weiguo took a sip of the slightly hot white water and glanced at her calmly, "The autumn weather is getting thicker. Let's drink some water to warm up."

"Then I'll boil water and make tea." Although Xiaozhu was keenly aware of the slight fluctuations in Yan Weiguo's mood, he turned a blind eye and placed the bottles in his hand on the table.

"I just went to the storage room to get Hong Xiu Niang, Mei Renxiang and Kunlun Snow. I was still struggling with which tea to use, but now I want to listen to your opinion."

While she was setting up the tea set, she opened the tea can with a pure girl-next-door smile on her face.

Yan Weiguo drank some water, and his throat seemed to be moistened a bit, and the hoarseness in his voice was reduced a lot, "Just use Kunlun Snow."

Xiaozhu waited for a long time after hearing the words, and found that Yan Weiguo had no intention of speaking again, so he couldn't help asking: "Cook Kunlun Snow alone?"

She knew very well that Yan Lao liked to drink strong tea in the morning, but Kunlun Snow Xiang Yuanyi Qingcha was very light in taste and most of the time it was mixed with other teas, otherwise Yan Weiguo would not drink it.

Her original plan was to add [-]% Red Embroidery Lady, [-]% Beauty Fragrance, and [-]% Kunlun Snow, so that the tea would have a clear and far-reaching aroma, a strong and sweet aftertaste.

This is also a way of matching that Mr. Yan prefers. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly changed his taste.

A flash of light flashed in Xiaozhu's eyes, and he started to boil water as if nothing had happened.

"Go to the study and get the box I put in the desk drawer."

After Yan Weiguo drank the water in the cup, he clicked his tongue happily and gave instructions to the girl beside him.

Xiaozhu responded softly, and quickly ran to take out an ordinary paper box from the study room nearby.

Yan Weiguo didn't even sit down, he just stood there and tapped the table with his hands a few times. After she put the cardboard box in front of her, she stretched out her right hand to open it.

In the carton is a large number of business cards of different colors, at least close to a hundred. They all look brand new, which shows that no one touches them at all on weekdays.

"Look for Xiao Songping's business card."

Yan Weiguo frowned slightly as he looked at a pile of business cards. He didn't have Xiao Songping's number on his phone at all, so he remembered the business card that the other party sent him many years ago.

The business cards in the carton were all handed to him by people like Xiao Songping who had the honor to meet him a few times but had no connection with him.

Most of the people who visited him in the past few years met in the study. When he took the business card, he didn't slap it on the spot and threw it away, so he threw them all into the box. He didn't expect that they would be put to use today.

Xiaozhu lowered his head and rummaged through the box obediently, but he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart, secretly guessing how this Xiao Songping could offend Mr. Yan for no reason.

She could easily tell whether Yan Weiguo's attitude was good or bad. If it was something innocuous, Yan Cheng would most likely tell him.

If this person had caught Mr. Yan's attention through some unknown means, he would only invite him to visit by posting a message, instead of flipping through business cards here early in the morning to find his contact information.

Xiaozhu has been with Yan Weiguo for so long, so she naturally has a certain amount of wisdom. She has known most of the famous people in Yanshan City to some extent, and Xiao Songping is no stranger to him either.

According to her idea, it would be the most convenient way to contact Yan Cheng directly, but since Yan Weiguo didn't make this call, it meant that he had his own ideas.

Xiaozhu didn't know what Yan Weiguo was thinking, but she didn't think that Mr. Yan didn't change his mind for a while and didn't inform Yan Cheng.

For a person like Mr. Yan, every move has a deep meaning. Xiaozhu asked himself that it was not that easy to figure out the other person's thoughts, so he just settled down to be a transparent person, only doing things without asking too many questions.

Xiaozhu flipped through the business cards very quickly. Basically, he only glanced at the last name and immediately looked away. He quickly pulled out the one belonging to Xiao Songping from a pile of business cards.

Although she didn't look carefully, she could see clearly that apart from a simple name and phone number, there were no professional titles or titles written on the business card, and the interface looked clean.

For a person like Xiao Songping, having too many useless things printed on a business card becomes cumbersome. The person to whom he sends the business card either knows his status very well or doesn't care about these things at all.

This is the case in the eyes of Yan Weiguo. No matter how many titles Xiao Songping carries, as long as he fails to truly cross a certain boundary, he will not attract too much attention.

"This Xiao Songping..." When Xiaozhu handed the business card to Yan Weiguo, he caught a glimpse of a line of small words written on the business card. He couldn't help curling his lips and shaking his head disapprovingly.

Naturally, Yan Weiguo also saw clearly the handwriting written on it, "I will never give up on Mr. Yan's affairs even if I die."

His brows knitted together for a moment, and there was a hint of chill in his voice.

"It's unreasonable. I don't think about the welfare of the people of Yanshan all day long. I only think about flattering others with my clever words and tricks, and I try to use this as a way to advance to the world. I am like a rotten tree that is difficult to help and carve out."

Xiaozhu didn't dare to continue, and without saying a word, he sorted out the other business cards and put them into the box, and started making tea as if he hadn't heard anything.

After Yan Weiguo finished reprimanding him, he dialed the number on the business card with a sullen face and silence.

After about five or six rings, the person on the other end answered the phone. Although his tone was very controlled, he could still hear some discomfort.

Xiaozhu also could tell from the sound coming from the receiver of his mobile phone that the person opposite was not in a good mood.

I looked down at the time, but I could barely understand it. After all, it was just past 05:30, and most people were probably still asleep.

"Hello? Who is it?"

No matter how stupid Xiao Songping was, he wouldn't be upset after answering the phone. He couldn't suppress his anger at the moment, purely because of Cao Zhifeng's overt and treacherous behavior.

The problem is that at this point in time, he can only verbally ask Cao Zhifeng to close the team.

Once the other party breaks the rules and ignores what he said, they can only wait for departments at all levels to start operating before they can think of ways to restrain Cao Zhifeng, or even charge the other party with dereliction of duty.

The problem is that dealing with Cao Zhifeng is not his purpose at all. This is the root cause of his embarrassment and anger.

While he was still angry, an unfamiliar mobile phone number suddenly called in. He could barely maintain his composure on the surface, so he adjusted his mentality quickly enough.

If the call had not been made to a private number instead of an office number, he would not have been able to answer the call.

As soon as Xiao Songping asked in an unpleasant tone, he heard an old but angry voice. After hearing the content clearly, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.

"I am Yan Weiguo."