The First Chaos In History

Early in the morning, I actually wanted Baozi to send me to Yucai. The reason was that it was very difficult for Jianli to go out and take a taxi, and I really didn't want to show up in that broken bread again.

In other words, although I am not a huge wealth now, I can say that I am a rich man. Sooner or later I have a net worth of over 100 million yuan. In fact, I am not picky when it comes to driving. Hundreds of millions of famous cars often ride, but I am not cold about those anti-collision airbags and global positioning systems. I can drive 40 miles in the city. Fortunately, I am afraid of crashing into local people who are born and raised. Give me a pair of roller shoes in this area. Hitler's two cavalry divisions may not be able to find me-besides, can GPS tell you which sewers have no manhole covers?

So buying a new car is imminent. I don’t ask too much. The brand can be seen in the past, even if it looks like a toast. After all, I’m a bit special now, representing the face of a school. I even want to represent it today. In our country, it’s okay to open bread. It should be neat and tidy, but there is still a lock on the door, which is a bit too much. Although many celebrities and great people in the world have the arduous and simple habits, driving a broken car does not seem to be in this list, because from another perspective, it is irresponsible for their own and other people’s lives. The clutch of our car has been taken by Xiang Yu. It’s like stepping on an eggplant, and the gear handle trembles back and forth during the driving process. The most important thing is: it is still a stolen car, a car that has not been inspected for many years and a car that drove the Red Army all the way back then. ...This kind of car, driving to the edge of a barren mountain and jumping on the throttle is its best destiny.

As a result, the plan fell through, and Baozi didn't know where she was going crazy early on. This woman had a lot of fitness cards and beauty cards a few days ago. It looked like she was going to be her little noblewoman, but within a few days she was bored, as it should have been. She doesn't use these two things. Later, I went to do **** market research. After others helped her design the survey papers, she had forgotten it a long time ago, so she didn't take it as a strong woman. I advised her not to be discouraged. Edison did not experiment thousands of times. Did you find a suitable material for the filament? The first two failures can only show that you are not suitable for being a little lady or a strong woman.

So I can only open the torn bread again. My plan is to hide it at the school gate and hide it far away.

Don't tell me, I didn't think it before. After getting used to the car, it will feel obvious. Let's not say that this car is leaking. Passing a small hurdle is like turning upside down, not only can people shake the ceiling up, but the broken car door also screams.

But I found out that I had made a mistake. The road more than 50 meters away from the parking lot of Yucai's main entrance was blocked by more than a dozen buses from the airport. They were entering the parking lot one by one under the command of Xiaoliuzi. I want to go back again. The road behind was filled in by a few interview cars printed with XX TV station, and behind it was an endless stream of related vehicles. Including the reception staff arranged by the government.

I couldn’t move forward or backward, so I drove silently into the parking lot, saying that I hope no one would find me. It started smoothly. My broken car was stuck in a row of big cars and it was not noticeable at all, but just got in. In the parking lot, I saw that there were already standing there with blond and blue-eyed foreigners and journalists from various countries carrying cameras. Xiuxiu was accompanied as a tour guide and translator. Yan Jingsheng and several school teachers were in charge of receiving them. When they saw My car. Pointing here together, I kept waving at them in the car and winking, but they thought I was greeting them. Yan Jingsheng took the lead in applauding and introduced to the foreigners nearby that a large group of reporters rushed up to stand around me and took pictures desperately. I noticed that several reporters even took a few more pictures of the locks on my car door. I guess they are preparing to post articles for funny picture sites like Bamu Yao.

It’s over. It’s a shame for our motherland. In the past, Premier Zhou used a Parker pen and was blamed by foreign journalists. Fortunately, Premier Zhou was witty and said it was captured on the battlefield. What do I say? Does Volkswagen issue the gold cup?

I got out of the car, half-faced my face and beckoned to the people with shame. A big foreigner with yellow and golden hair rushed over and shook my hand and said, "Hello, I’m John from Time Magazine in the United States. Nice to meet you, Principal Xiao."

I smiled and said, "Yeah, the Chinese is really good."

John embarrassed and said: "Besides being a reporter, I am also an avid martial arts lover. I have studied in China for 7 years. I did my best to get this task. I'm very curious about what made you get it. Such an impressive result."

Before I could speak, the foreigners next to him disdainfully said: "If it is a free kick match, we can also win all the gold medals."

John blinked at him and said, "Even so, those champions won't all come from the same school." He clicked on the subject of today's interview with a single sentence, and John smiled and introduced me: "This is the Washington Post. Jim, we are friends."

I scratched my head and thought: The internal newspapers of the US Post and Telecommunications Office are well-run, as if I have always heard about it.

Xiuxiu whispered to me: "These two are reporters from the world's mainstream media. There are also many people from other famous magazines and newspapers, as well as from radio and television stations."

I did not rush and said, "That's a good thing." I turned my head and asked Yan Jingsheng, "Did Principal Zhang send someone to pick it up?"

Yan Jingsheng said, "I sent it---Isn't it here?"

A school bus of our Yucai slowly drove up, and a few Yuejia Army soldiers and Li Bai supported Lao Zhang

, Lao Zhang shook off everyone around him imperceptibly when he touched his foot, but the old warlord waved at the people. The reporters went up and took another shot, Xiuxiu introduced in due course: "Now, the two promoters of our Yucai Civil and Martial Arts School are here. Let's start the tour."

Lao Zhang's expression today is exceptionally good, even better than any time before. He deceived me, squeezed my hand severely, and asked, "How is it arranged?"

I said, "No arrangement, the children don't even know."

Lao Zhang nodded: "You did the right thing."

Among these people, Lao Zhang and Xiuxiu are the ones who understand the details of our school best. In fact, they are the same as me when they face such a situation fiercely. I feel a little confused, I don't know whether it should be hidden deliberately or high-profile publicity. Now I can only let it go.

Our party just didn't walk a few steps. A sturdy man suddenly came from behind the team like a snake, and stopped me in awkward Chinese saying: "I heard that President Xiao is the king of Sanda in your domestic competition, but I didn't see you in this Singapore game. I don't know if I have any. Is it an honor to discuss with your Excellency?"

I glanced at him, frowned and said, "Japanese?"

The man bowed at me: "Under Asa Sange Shiro, the three champion of Japanese professional karate, I watched the whole game in Singapore. This time I came to learn from your experience."

Although he was polite, his triangular eyes were bulging, clearly provoking. Basically, another brand of "Sick Man of East Asia" is the very miserable prop man in the movie.

I took a few shots on the shoulder of this forty-year-old Japanese, and said kindly: "The young man is very aggressive, hehe, there is always a chance. Now let's not delay everyone's time. Let's visit the school first."

Then I walked past him, although I still had biscuits in my pocket, even if I beat him up, the price would drop. What is our identity? The moment I passed him, I whispered to him: "Are you a big man in your country? I'm almost as tall as you are."

Asamage Shiro: "..."

Yucai has undergone assault construction like an air force base, and now it has basically taken shape. The actual area has reached more than 3,000 acres. There are four teaching areas. The teaching area includes living area, horse field, shooting range, outdoor swimming competition field and so on. The whole school is divided into the east gate. There is an urn city inside the east gate and the main entrance. The interior of the campus is entirely a water pavilion building desktop setting, with a green area of ​​65 or more. There are more than 2,700 students. Including the 300 children from Cangzhou brought by the earlier Xiao300 Chengfengshou, all students come from various poverty-stricken areas in the country, aged between 7 and 14. Implement a completely free education system.

I took this group of people to look at the fountain at the main entrance, and walked all the way to the east gate. I once suggested that everyone could sit in the school bus to visit, but was unanimously refused.

We walked through the long lawn, and the Suzaku martial arts field is in front of us. On the road, there are scattered small pavilions and rockery dotted with it. In order to match the artistic conception, there are stone monuments to clarify the name and construction time of the place. The fonts are sometimes beautiful and sometimes bold, foreign Although people don’t understand, there are many reporters in our country. Although they are not very professional, they can’t help but be surprised. It’s the first time for foreigners to see such a school~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It looks fresh and clicks everywhere. Snapping randomly, sometimes when we walk in the dark woods, this team is like a giant mutated firefly.

Xiuxiu walked in the forefront with a trumpet. Naturally, she would not explain to them in too much detail. Soon we went to the Suzaku martial arts field. Each martial arts field also has an indoor martial arts hall for annual martial arts competitions. At this time, the children Under the leadership of their respective teachers, we sat in a group of three or five on the playground and listened carefully. From time to time, a teacher named a child's name to demonstrate on the spot.

When the foreigners got to the right place, they started to take pictures frantically. John curiously asked, "This is how you usually go to class?"

I said, "What do you think?"

John said: "I think there will be a big scene of thousands of people, wearing uniform white clothes, and the sound is like a mountain."

I said: "Our civil and martial arts school is a real civil and martial arts school, not a vocational high school with a name. Martial arts can't be a big cook. Besides-you can wash your white clothes?"

It seemed that John was inspired by my nonsense. I hurriedly took out a recording pen to hit my mouth, and then hurriedly lowered my head to write on the paper. Jim from the post office sneered at our teaching method, just to complete it. Task, keep taking pictures around.