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Chapter 257: Mr. Qi lights a cigarette and the important official pours tea!

Hearing this, Lin Feng rolled his eyes. You tell me to write and I will write?
It is impossible to write poetry.

It is impossible to write poetry in this life.

“Do you have snail rice noodle?”

Lin Feng simply ignored Zhuang Han's request and waved to the etiquette lady.

“Beautiful scenery and rice noodles, isn’t this a perfect match?”

Facing Lin Feng's sudden questioning,

The etiquette lady also looked a little embarrassed:
"Uh, well, I don't really have any..."

What kind of grand ceremony would prepare something like snail rice noodle?
What's more, it was at such a solemn occasion as the Centennial Celebration.
"Snail noodles, you really dare to think so."

Amused by Lin Feng's words, Qi Guoqiang and Hu Hanmo walked over and sat next to him.

Qi Guoqiang joked with interest:
"How about I prepare a hot pot for you during this grand ceremony?"

Lin Feng's eyes widened: "Is it okay?"

"What do you think?" Qi Guoqiang raised his eyebrows.

"I don't think so." Lin Feng was slightly disappointed.

Qi Guoqiang was also a little helpless: "You know it's impossible, but you still ask..."

There is no such thing as good food.

It's impossible to get full by drinking from bottles of juice or wine or something like that.

While everyone was stunned,

Lin Feng took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and then shouted to Hu Hanmo and Qi Guoqiang:
"Mind if I smoke?"

Hu Hanmo sat on Lin Feng’s left.

As the Director of the Education Department, Qi Guoqiang sat on Lin Feng's right.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded Lin Feng like door gods.

Hu Hanmo was shocked when he heard Lin Feng's words: "You, want to smoke?"

Lin Feng nodded and looked at him expectantly: "Is it okay?"

Hu Hanmo was about to answer:

"It's not impossible, but..."

Unexpectedly, before Hu Hanmo could finish his words.

Lin Feng directly took out a lighter from his right pocket, then lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth:
“Comfortable~”

Don't mention other people, even the two leaders Hu Hanmo and Qi Guoqiang, after seeing this scene -

They were all a little shocked by Lin Feng.

"You, you really smoke?"

even though,
Under this solemn occasion,
There is no clear rule that prohibits smoking.

However, in this centennial celebration of Tengwang Pavilion, shouldn't we give due respect to it?
You lit a cigarette in front of the media and so many onlookers?
"Can't smoke?"

Seeing Hu Hanmo and Qi Guoqiang were a little surprised, Lin Feng tried to ask for their opinions, "How about I turn it off first?"

Lin Feng was about to put out his cigarette.

As if he remembered something, Qi Guoqiang waved his hand:
"Forget it, we've already ordered it, don't waste it."

"Since you want to smoke, then go ahead."

Anyway,
Lin Feng also brought honor to the Chinese people abroad through his own efforts.

Anyway,
Lin Feng is also the first Chinese to leave his name in the Western Hall of Fame!
It has won such an honor for China.

It's completely understandable to give some special treatment or something.

For an old man like Qi Guoqiang, as long as he can make Chinese literature at the forefront of the world.

As long as we can lead the Chinese literary world forward, carry forward the Chinese literary world and bring it to the world.

Well, don't just say you smoke two cigarettes -

Even if you, Lin Feng, want to ride on his head and shit on him, he won't refuse.

See Lin Feng put out the cigarette he had just lit.

Qi Guoqiang immediately took out a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lin Feng.

This is not enough.

"Click~" Qi Guoqiang took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it for Lin Feng.

"Smoke my cigarettes. They are specially provided to me and are delicious."

Cigarettes, got it.

Of course, tea must also be arranged.

"My mouth is a little dry." Lin Feng searched around the round table and saw the teapot on Hu Hanmo's left hand side. "Hey, Mr. Hu, could you please pass me the teapot?"

"I'm a little thirsty and want to drink some water."

I'm not a sensitive person, but I'm quite generous.
Hu Hanmo just maxed it out.

He had no objection at all to Lin Feng's disrespect because of his identity.

Hearing Lin Feng's request,

Hu Hanmo smiled, then picked up the teapot from the table and added some water to Lin Feng's teacup:
"Drinking tea is good for your health. Drink more."

"This is the best Longjing tea from West Lake. Come and have a taste."

Lin Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"How is it?" Looking at Lin Feng's expression, Hu Hanmo asked with a smile.

"I think it's drinkable, but not tasty enough."

Lin Feng looked thoughtful, and then he slowly uttered a sentence:

“My comment is that it’s not as good as iced tea!”

"Compared to the three-yuan bottle of iced black tea, the taste of this West Lake Longjing is still a little bit worse."

The director lit a cigarette.

Leader pours tea?
Lin Feng's special treatment from the two leaders shocked everyone.

Moreover, it was not just a simple surprise, but rather - dumbfounded!
"You tell me this could be a normal person?!?!?"

Such a person was so respectful in front of Lin Feng. What on earth was going on?!
"No, who is this person?"

A scholar from Sichuan Province was stunned. "Isn't this standard and treatment a bit too high?"

Not only was he surprised, the scholar beside him was also unable to hold back his excitement.

"No, why should he?!"

If this kind of thing happens to an ordinary person,

It's definitely something you can brag about for a lifetime!
Don't even think about lighting a cigarette or pouring tea.

Even if ordinary people take a photo with a person like Hu Hanmo——

Don't we have to frame them and hang them at home?
But now, looking at this unattainable leader in front of Lin Feng——

How could he be so humble?
In an instant, this made everyone feel unbalanced.

"How can a coward who doesn't even dare to write poetry deserve such treatment from the two leaders Hu Hanmo and Qi Guoqiang?" A scholar from Zhejiang Province was obviously quite indignant. "No, why should he do that? Does he deserve it?"

Seeing this scene, I felt a little unbalanced. However, those who were seated in the front half,
The scholars and writers who witnessed the actions of the two leaders were all somewhat indignant at this moment.

"Even Mr. Zhuang has never been treated like this, so why should Lin Feng enjoy it with a clear conscience?"

"I, I didn't see it wrongly. Hu Hanmo actually took the initiative to pour tea for others?"

"Director Qi, do you think he is worthy of lighting his cigarette?"

"Damn it, this guy is so shameless, how can he do this!"

"He is so vulgar, how can he be a scholar? He is just a scoundrel."

Lin Feng, who has always been called the mudslide in the literary world, at this moment——

It can be said that it taught everyone a lesson!
No one expected that in such a solemn situation
In this case, he can even -

Smoking at the venue?
The most important thing is that he didn’t light the cigarette himself, but Director Qi who was sitting next to him lit it for him.

Where is the justice in this?
Feeling the strange gazes of everyone.

Lin Feng shrugged and curled his lips indifferently:

"What a fuss."

The two leaders, Hu Hanmo and Qi Guoqiang, may not care about what Lin Feng did.

However, other scholars and literati present did not think so.

Lin Feng's casual and careless behavior will only make people around him feel that

Lin Feng's actions are corrupting the morals of scholars!
It was already at the center of the storm.

In addition, the actions of the two leaders Hu Hanmo and Qi Guoqiang,

All of a sudden, all the scholars and writers present could no longer control their emotions.

Especially Zhuang Han, who was ignored by Lin Feng, was furious.

In his opinion, Lin Feng simply doesn't know how to respect hierarchy!
So, he decided to suppress Lin Feng's arrogance!

And how do the literati fight?
Of course it’s the work!
Then, Zhuang Han waved his hand and shouted loudly:

"Pen, I want to write poetry!"

(End of this chapter)