Restart the Flying Age

　　 When Wu Tao said this, An Rong suddenly smiled: "Do you have another good idea?"

　　 During these days, she was busy with Wu Tao, not happy, but more importantly, she found that nothing seemed to be able to bother him.

　　 Wu Tao rubbed her forehead and said: "The solution is always more difficult than the difficulty. There is no need to frown at this little thing."

　　 The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the two children rushed in. Xiao Jiang rushed in before the black egg and said, "Brother, there is a car coming!"

　　 The time is exactly half past nine.

　　 Wu Tao quickly walked out of the penthouse, called his father, and welcomed him out of the hospital together.

　　 The onlookers in the vineyard had already stood up and watched the convoy driving one after another into the vineyard.

　　 "My God, there are really some people from the city going to the countryside, and this battle is not small!"

　　 "Two Santana, one van, looking at this posture, there are at least a dozen people."

　　 "Which silly hat in the city is this, come here to join in the fun on a hot day?"

　　 Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by a person next to him and said: "Speak down, it seems like an official..."

　　 Wu Tao accompanied Wu Binghua and greeted him in front of the car. He caught up with Andingguo and got out of the car.

　　 "Old Wu, your vineyard is doing a great job!" An Dingguo held Wu Binghua's hand.

　　 "Secretary Ann, you are welcome to go to the countryside to give guidance."

　　 "I am not the only one here today. I brought my colleagues from the Bureau of Agriculture and the Bureau of Science and Technology. In addition, there are editors and reporters from Beijiang Daily. I hope it didn't cause you too much trouble."

　　 Wu Binghua rushed through the crowd and said: "Welcome, welcome, small farmers, where you can't greet, please forgive me."

　　 said, leading An Dingguo and his party straight to the house.

　　 An Dingguo saw that a lot of folks gathered in the vineyard, and said, "Old Wu, your publicity work is in place. There are a lot of folks here!"

　　 Wu Binghua smiled sorrowfully: "Secretary An, I am not afraid of your jokes. 80% of these folks come to my house to make jokes."

　　 An Dingguo's face suddenly became not optimistic: "It seems that if the countryside wants to get rich, the most urgent task is to throw away outdated concepts!"

　　 Walking into the courtyard, An Dingguo saw an old man in a tunic suit standing in the courtyard vigorously, and immediately walked over in awe: "Master, I'm causing you trouble."

　　 The old man held An Dingguo's hand and said: "The prime minister said that the foundation of a country lies in the people. If you can come to my farmyard today, you are going deep into the people. How can I think you are causing trouble?"

　　 An Dingguo couldn't help being stunned, and then I remembered that the prime minister was the father of the nation.

　　 The two walked into the East Room, arm in arm, and the moment they stepped in, they frowned.

"TM's, where did the waiter die? Why don't you add water? I want to die of thirst!" Xu Accounting opened his shirt, rolled up his waistcoat, revealing his belly, and stepped on the stool with one foot while touching the card. , Buckle your ankles from time to time.

　　 That posture, how ugly and ugly.

　　 An Dingguo raised his brows: "Master, have guests come so early?"

　　 "Don't mention it, Secretary An, these are a few cadres from the village who come uninvited..." The old man is also a good person, knowing that there are some things that can't be said thoroughly.

　　 An Dingguo glanced at Xu Accounting, frowned and sat down.

　　 "This is a good environment, antique and well-equipped. It seems that I didn't spend much time!"

　　 At this moment, Aunt Hua carried a kettle to send hot water to Xu Accounting's table, and An Dingguo recognized it at a glance.

　　 "Foreman Flower, why are you here?"

　　 Having worked in the first guest house for many years, Aunt Hua often showed her face in front of her head in the city. So An Dingguo recognized her not surprisingly.

　　 Aunt Hua was about to come over to greet him, and Xu Accounting urged impatiently: "Waiter, what are you doing, can you get the water faster?"

　　 "Secretary An, you are welcome to come and guide!"

　　Accounting Xu, who was next to him, was shocked, and Ge Da Mole, who was at the same table, said with a lingering fear: "Accounting Xu, the widow of the flower called the secretary An?"

　　 The other two also nodded together.

　　Accountant Xu squinted his eyes. After the district reform of Binhu Town, the newly appointed district party committee secretary, few village officials underneath have yet to know him.

　　 But looking at this battle, and the reporter wearing the daily newspaper's little vest, he really mumbled a bit.

　　 But he is accustomed to domineering and blessing on this one-third of acre of land on weekdays. He drove away in a hurry without eating and drinking. This is not his style.

　　 Then he leaned in to Mole Ge's ear and whispered for a while. Ge Da Mo got up and hurried away.

The two reporters from 　　 Daily News took a few group photos and decorations inside the house, and then went out to take pictures.

　　 After a short while, there was a raging voice outside the courtyard.

　　 "Look, another car is coming!"

　　 "This time it's a Poussin, a Toyota, and two Jettas!"

　　 "The car is very new, it doesn't seem to be an official."

　　 Those who do business these days are more glamorous than those who are officials. So some people say that, it's not unreasonable.

　　 An Rong took Wu Tao and rushed out of the hospital, and when she saw Aunt Hua greeted the next guests, she pouted in anger.

"what happened again?"

　　 "Hmph, I won't tell you!" After saying this, he twisted his body and ran back to the East Room.

　　 Wu Tao watched Aunt Hua greet the guests familiarly, and knew that this was an old customer that Aunt Hua had brought from the first guesthouse.

　　 With this group of people coming, the opening ceremony for at least a while will not be shabby anymore.

　　An Rong, who walked into the East Room, made a sweet call to Grandpa Wu, and put on a posture of inquiring about the teacher: "Dad~www.novelmt.com~ Where's my brother-in-law, why haven't you come?"

　　 An Ding Guo Tan started and said, "How do I know? He can't come with me."

　　 An Rong twisted and ran away: "Huh, I'll call him to remind you!"

　　 When Aunt Hua led a group of guests to the East Room to sit down, the group of businessmen recognized the stable country with a lot of background at a glance. Apart from the accident, I suddenly felt that this trip was worthwhile.

　　Wu Tao, who returned to the hall, heard the content of An Rong's call, and then understood.

　　 "So the fifty business cards and ten brochures you asked for were sent to your uncle?"

　　 "That's right, he promised to bring two tables of people to stand for us!" An Rong took it for granted: "Otherwise, at the speed with which we distribute flyers and brochures, when can we attract people?"

As soon as 　　 finished speaking, a family of three with the appearance of elementary school students walked in, followed by four or five high school students.

　　 "Look, if the mountain is not high, if there is an immortal, then the name is; if there are not many flyers, just useful!"

　　 Under the grape rack outside the courtyard, Ma Xiuqin squeezed into the crowd and said, "How about it, is anyone coming?"

"Have!"

　　 "And there are a lot!"

　　 "No? Are there really silly city people who go to the countryside to find sin?"

　　 "Speak down, it seems that even the district party secretary is here."

　　 "Huh? Can his family invite the district party secretary?"

　　 "No, you see, Ge Da Mo brought the high secretary of the village."

　　 "Look, look, there's another car coming!"

　　 "This scene is really not small!"

　　Ma Xiuqin looked far away, and a small minibus at the village head was indeed going to the vineyard. Looking at the many cars parked at the entrance of the garden, I began to feel sour, and an unspeakable feeling spread in my heart wantonly.

　　 This taste is called regret.