It snowed all night.

The next day, Yanjing was covered with snow.

Song Che got up early one morning and went to Mr. Li’s villa.

Sure enough, Mr. Li has been doing ten years, and he still squatted in the pavilion and brewed tea with white snow water. He held a porcelain cup in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and looked at the notebook with concentration.

Given that Song Che was a regular here recently, the guards did not stop him and let him quietly approach Mr. Li. He looked down and saw that there was only a line of titles on the notebook: Xiangshan Snow.

Song Che remembers that when he first came here, Mr. Li wrote this title in his notebook. At that time, he thought Mr. Li wanted to recite poems and write them correctly. As a result, it has been so many days since Mr. Li is still just a "title party".

"Old Li, can't you think of how to write it?" Song Che couldn't help asking.

Mr. Li looked up at him, then lowered his head to look at the title that had been left for a long time, and said, "I have thought of many versions of the words, but every time I want to write, I feel that the artistic conception is not as good as I want."

Song Che thought for a while and tentatively said, "The realm you are pursuing is like the great man's song "Qinyuan Spring Snow"?"

Old Li looked up at him again, a little surprised: "How did you guess?"

"I heard from Brother Geng that after you retire, you like to travel to Xiangshan every year when it snows, and then drink tea and write poems every morning without any movement. But he has trained you for a few winters, but he didn't see you write half of the poems." Song Che smiled and said, "And I heard from him that your idol is a great man. He likes the poems written by a great man the most in his life. When you go out to fight, you have to carry a collection of great men's works, and you have to read them before going to bed."

"A great man is a world-class genius. Any famous poems and quotes he wrote or said have a very high level of thought. If you take a look at it, you will get a little more reward." Mr. Li was a fan of the great man, and said with admiration.

Then, he looked at the title that had been stored in the notebook for a long time and sighed: "As for the spring snow of the great man in Qinyuan, it is naturally an unprecedented masterpiece. Unfortunately, my life state is difficult to reach one-tenth of that of a great man. I have been thinking hard for several winters, but I have not been able to write similar words and sentences... However, this process of hard thinking is still the practice of my life."

Song Che gave a thumbs up: "If you always have this enlightenment, it is enough to see the great man's back. I believe that in your time, you will be able to write unprecedented masterpieces."

Mr. Li rolled his eyelids and muttered, "Stop slapping the rainbow fart for me. Today I come here to play Qiufeng. What are the plans for the picture?"

As he said that, Mr. Li put down his pen and poured another cup of slightly cool tea.

Song Che then sat down and smiled, "This time I came here, I still didn't come for my own plans, but wanted to ask for a favor for others."

"who?"

"Lejia."

Song Che straightened the point: "The Le family has been in charge of Tongrentang for more than a hundred years. Mr. Li should be familiar with Le Shaocheng and others, right?"

Old Li frowned and pondered: "What happened to their family?"

At this time, the assistant next to him reminded: "Le Shaocheng's second son Lecheng was deceived to the Macau-Hong Kong casino before and lost a lot of money. In the end, the debt relationship was transferred to Cao Xianmin of Qiangjian Group. Cao Xianmin forced the Le family to sign a gambling agreement, which was not optimistic depending on the situation."

Song Che couldn't help but wonder if these assistants around the chief were all familiar with everyone.

"The loser! The Le family's century-old foundation has been defeated!" Mr. Li cursed directly.

After a pause, Mr. Li glanced at Song Che: "Do you want me to intervene and help the Le family maintain the home business?"

"I'm not so ignorant," Song Che denied.

Mr. Li is indeed of high power, but no matter how he feels about the Le family, it is absolutely impossible to intervene.

After all, the Le family is indeed in debt, and it is natural to repay the debt. If you rashly ask Mr. Li to help him, it would be better to ask Mr. Li to find someone to help the Le family directly.

Mr. Li smiled playfully: "Since you don't expect me to help, what else do you have to say?"

"I'm here to complain to you." Song Che's face turned right and said indignantly: "Yesterday I was invited to attend Mr. Le Shaocheng's 80th birthday party. It was a happy day, but I didn't expect that the creditor would choose to come to collect debts at this time. If the Le family was lying to pay back the debt, it would be understandable that it was too unkind, but it was still early to repay the debt. The creditor came to collect debts so early and even picked the old man's birthday!

"Is this happening?!" Old Li frowned and couldn't see it anymore.

Song Che was still adding fuel to the fire: "What is even more indignant is that Mr. Le Shaocheng was so angry that he suffered a stroke on the spot and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

Mr. Li didn't say anything immediately, but he was already angry.

Although China is a country ruled by law, it has always paid attention to public order and good customs of human nature since ancient times.

That's right, it's a fact that the Le family owes debts. Even if Lecheng is fooled by others, no one can question the fact of debts.

However, the deadline for repaying the debt has not yet arrived, so when is it difficult to ask for it? It is really a shame to choose to ask for it at the old man's birthday party!

What's worse is that he even got the old man so angry that he was seriously ill and admitted to the hospital!

It's still the Chinese New Year is coming, isn't it going to force people to death?!

"Killing people is just a matter of placing the ground. Are these bastards willing to force their families to destroy them?!" Mr. Li said angrily: "What's the situation with Le Shaocheng?"

"It's okay." Song Che said: "It was quite serious, but fortunately I was at the scene and rescued it in time. Now at least there is no life-threatening, but...ah."

I suffered a stroke at the age of 80, and I almost lost half of my life.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Li could not be indifferent.

On the one hand, he was previously responsible for the health care work of the leaders, and he also had some connections with Tongrentang in the procurement of medicinal materials.

On the other hand, when he was in his seventies, seeing Le Shaocheng almost forced into a dead end, how could Mr. Li not understand his compassion?

"Who is the creditor?"

"Cao Xianmin of Qiangjian Group."

"Cao Xianmin...is the one who sells fake medicine?"

Mr. Li obviously had heard of the title of Qiangjian Group and sneered: "This fake drug dealer is used to eating human blood steamed buns. He feels that it is not enough and wants to suck human bone marrow!"

Immediately, Mr. Li told his assistant: "I also heard from time to time that the health care medicines sold by Cao Xianmin were cheated. You call the lower ones and visit and check them. Once you find any violations of regulations and laws, you will never tolerate them!"

The assistant agreed quickly.

Mr. Li clearly wanted to criticize Cao Xianmin!

After all, businessmen are businessmen. No matter how wealthy they are, once the boss at the upper level has an objection to a certain businessman, he can make people mess up with a single phone call.

"Li Lao is wise and wise, and has a weak righteousness. Just for this point, I think you will be able to write "Xiangshan Snow" which is famous in history soon." Song Che gave a thumbs up again.

Li was in high school and said casually: "I have been trapped in a bottleneck. With your intelligence, can you give me some inspiration or inspiration?"

Song Che thought hard for a while and said, "I just thought of one sentence, but I'm afraid it will ruin your elegant pleasure."

"You said it, it's not your fault if you said it wrong."

"Then I'll say it."

Song Che cleared his throat and said loudly to the snowy scenery, "All of them are gone, and we will see the charming characters, and we will still look at today."
Chapter completed!