Although Chen Yong, vice president of the Qianjiang Provincial Anti-Fethical Superstition Association, was not well-known in his original unit, he had been in the yamen for a long time and was skilled in his career. He could become familiar with him wherever he went. It was most appropriate to take Li Bai, a young man, to conduct cross-provincial communication.

Old Chen and Fatty Yang are indeed familiar with each other, and they are joking with each other unscrupulously.

"Your figure should be reduced. Look at me, the standard figure is not that bad!"

Old Chen was a little proud. His figure was a bit thin. Except for some loose bones and periarthritis, he didn't even have three highs.

"Don't hit me anymore. Go to the front desk first. I'll come to chat with you in a while."

Fatty Yang looked envious and jealous, and his eyes fell on Li Bai next to Chen Yong.

"Who is this?"

"I almost forgot to introduce that this is a member of our Qianjiang Provincial Association. Li Bai, who is a doctor, Xiao Li, this is Yang Lu, the former deputy district mayor of Xingcheng Xiangjiang Development Zone. Like me, they are retired."

Old Chen quickly introduced the two.

"Hi! Just introduce it, and you also say that public office is the past. Now you are just a commoner. How dare you show off your authority and slap in the face?"

Fatty Yang waved his hand helplessly, saying that he was not so particular and did not show off.

There are radish and pits in the public gate. Although you are in power when you are in power, you will feel cold as soon as you retreat. Who cares if you were the king of heaven or who?

In addition to the higher pension, there are some activities of veteran cadres, which are not much better than ordinary people.

Fatty Yang looked up and down at Li Bai and said in surprise: "Old Chen, your association also recruits young people to join the association? I thought it would only recruit retired cadres! This is good. In a few days, I will let our president develop a few young girls and boys, so as not to be dead in the association."

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

Li Bai reached out his hand and shook Yang Lu.

"Xiao Li is our secret weapon. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's see you back!"

Old Chen greeted Fatty Yang and took Li Bai to the hotel lobby.

Several old men sat behind a long table chatting and spanking, just pretending it was a sign-in place.

Because I am old and have poor eyesight, in addition to the table cards and sign-in list, I also have a few pairs of reading glasses.

The list of guests participating in the founding conference of the Xiaoxiang Anti-Fethical Superstition Association is located in Xingcheng, representatives from organizations such as the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, History Research Association and Popular Science Association, and other provinces include the Qianjiang Anti-Fethical Superstition Association, and non-organized volunteers from Wujiang Province, Northeast China and Southern Yunnan Province.

The three eastern provinces have produced great immortals and many witchcraft in southern Yunnan, which are all hard to distinguish between feudal superstitious activities. Because of the mixed relationship between fish and dragon, ordinary people are difficult to distinguish. There are countless warlocks and witches who cheat.

Although the two places did not formally establish associations, there are still many like-minded volunteers. This time they came to support and learn from experience, and prepare for the establishment of the provincial association.

As soon as he and Lao Chen got the room card, Li Bai heard a clamor in the sign-in place.

"Is there any other kingly law? Feudal superstition is breaking the law. The people are doing some activities, which is a way for you! What do you want to fight back? Remove the things and disband the association, otherwise we will never end!"

I heard a bald middle-aged man standing in front of the sign-in table. Although they were bald, they were completely different from the fat Yang who looked like Maitreya Buddha at the entrance of the hotel. He was slapped at the table with a fierce look, making a bang.

There were more than a dozen young men with straight eyebrows standing beside them. The hotel security guard rushed over to try to stop them, but was pushed away.

"I'll go, will there be a kick?"

Old Chen was very surprised.

The Qianjiang Province Anti-Fethical Superstition Association was established silently when it was established. Not many people knew about it, and no one came to make trouble.

What's more, there are many other small associations on the same floor and upstairs. If someone comes to cause trouble, there is a great possibility of sharing the same hatred of the enemy.

"There are people in the world, and they don't look like good people. Vice President Chen, do you want to call the police?"

Li Bai sighed, the establishment of the Anti-Fethical Superstition Association in Xiaoxiang Province is so popular, and it is also the high specifications of a five-star hotel by the Xiangjiang River. No wonder some people don’t like it and come to make trouble.

"Stop, Cao Mengde, are you here to play?"

Someone shouted in the elevator in the hotel lobby, obviously knowing this bald man who was causing trouble.

"I am the president of Xiaoxiang Province, Liu Jiu!"

Before Lao Chen came, he did his homework and found out most of the member information of the Xiaoxiang Anti-Fethical Superstition Association clearly.

He was originally a clerk in the Organization Department. After retirement, he was bored and he would be more meticulous when he had something to do. In ancient times, he could be regarded as a top strategist like him.

Before Lao Chen came, he did his homework. He was originally a clerk in the Organization Department. After retirement, he was bored and did things more meticulously.

In ancient times, he was a counselor like this.

Liu Jiu, a member of the Xingcheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles in Xiaoxiang Province, is a traditional hand-color performing artist. He is good at the ancient trick of "Three Immortals Return to the Cave" in the bowl.

A covered bowl is a few bowls that are upside down on the table and move them around, changing the things in the bowl. It is a close-up magic. Although it is simple, it is actually extremely difficult. It depends entirely on a pair of dazzling quick hands. It has little requirements for props. You can perform by just taking a thing.

Liu Jiu's Kuaishou is known as a ghost hand in the industry, and is extremely famous. Perhaps he can't stand those guys who use tricks to cheat people of money or even make money to kill money, so he simply took the lead in organizing the Anti-Fethical Superstition Association.

The bald middle-aged man looked at the old man who was strode towards him and said sarcastically: "Oh, it turns out it is Senior Brother Liu. I thought someone could not get along with Senior Brother. Unexpectedly, it was the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family could not recognize the whole family."

"This guy is called Cao Mengde, and it is different from Cao Cao in the Three Kingdoms. Cao Mengde's father Cao Yu once accepted eleven registered disciples. President Liu was Xingjiu. His ghost skills were all the best. However, after Cao Mengde learned some fur from his father, he sneaked around all day long. I don't know how long he entered the palace. It has been washing his hands in the past two years, and he has taken a group of disciples and grandchildren to pretend to be a ghost everywhere, and joined an organization of the Jiuzhou Metaphysical Society."

At some point, Fatty Yang, who was smoking at the entrance of the hotel, came to Lao Chentou and Li Bai, and introduced the origin of this arrogant bald middle-aged man to the two.

"Steal something?"

Li Bai blurted out in surprise.

He felt that there was a family-born craft used to perform and make a living, which was both open and upright and earned a lot of money.

It was simply incredible to sneak into a dog, it was equivalent to taking a dragon-slaying knife but doing the work of cutting carrots.

"Thirty years of habitual stealing can tell at a glance that others have money or not, how much money they have, where they put their wallets. Those thief hands are faster than President Liu's ghost hands. They can steal the ID card in their wallet through their clothes. They can do all their family skills. There is nothing that doesn't know about him in Tianxin District, Yuelu District and Kaifu District police stations. They are known as the King of Thieves. I heard that the first thing the new police officers were on duty was to recognize Cao Mengde's photo. They have only stopped in the past few years, otherwise they would have to squat in the prison.

Fatty Yang said gritting his teeth, Cao Mengde didn't dare to come to the development zone, otherwise he would have locked up his grandson to death, and at least he would have to interrupt the thief's hands.

"How could he meet President Liu? Why did he say that President Liu's master is also Cao Mengde's father?"

Old Chen felt that the sudden trouble was probably caused by more than just a conflict in business scope.

After all, the Anti-Fethical Superstition Association in Xiaoxiang Province has just been established, and it is not known whether it will be in the future if Cao Mengde has participated in the operation.

"I heard that Cao Mengde's father, Master Cao Yu, passed his master's hand-in-hand skills to two of the eleven registered disciples, one of which was President Liu. Cao Mengde was jealous because of this. This is making excuses. Even if the association is not established, it will still cause trouble!"

Birds of a feather flock together. Fatty Yang, who is like the smell of Lao Chen, is also a well-known person and is very familiar with all kinds of rumors.

"It seems to be in trouble!"

Old Chen can see that Cao Mengde is definitely a scoundrel who is scrupulous and unscrupulous in his work.

The Xiaoxiang Anti-Fethical Superstition Association was entangled by such a guy, and he would inevitably have a headache for a while.

"Ghost Hand" Liu Jiu seemed to have arguing with Cao Mengde. The latter suddenly clapped his hands and followed several of his young men to bring up something like an oxygen cylinder and a plastic washbasin.

Liu Jiu, with wrinkles on his face, said angrily: "Cao Mengde, what are you going to do!"

That cylinder doesn't look like a good way, and Cao Mengde obviously has to use a trick.

"Hmph! Look, let you, the stinky old Jiu know what the real magic is, look at my Nine-Turn Light Body!"

Cao Mengde tore off his thin clothes, revealing his body with golden paint and skeletons, took the plastic basin that was emitting a strange white mist, and poured it directly on himself.

With a puff, the violent white mist spreads in all directions.

Liu Jiu was shocked and took a few steps back.

"Hahaha, I saw that, I couldn't even hurt me!"
Chapter completed!