When I came to the hotel, I entered the door of the private room. Three people were sitting on the sofa chatting.


    I don''t know one. It looks like a businessman. Another person is Zhao Lin, the son of Zhao Haibo, whom Wu Mian met, and the other one, Deng Ming, met in the data.


    Deng Ming is about one meter seventy-six. He is white and gentle. After seeing Wu Mian, he took the initiative to stand up and warmly extended his hand.


    "Miss Wu, I''ve heard of you for a long time. It''s like thunder."


    His hands were soft, without calluses and sebum... Wu Mian touched Deng Ming''s hand, and a series of useless data came up.


    "Hello, Mr. Deng." Wu Mian simply said hello.


    "Not yet. It can only be announced in a few days," Deng Ming said with a smile. "Did President Xue tell you?"


    Wu Mian pretended not to notice the small changes in Deng Ming''s actions, released his hand and said, "the national development and Reform Commission and the State Council have my friends. They picked me up when they returned to the imperial capital and talked about the new development area to be established in the provincial capital."


    Deng mingning eyebrows.


    "You are a top student from Cambridge. The national development and Reform Commission thinks it''s a pity for you to stay in the provincial capital. It has always wanted to transfer you." Wu Mian said with a smile.


    Xue Chunhe was moved when he heard the name Cambridge again.


    Mr. Wu''s information channels and contacts are really unspeakable. I had believed his nonsense, but now it seems that things have become more interesting.


    "I''ve graduated for many years, and I''m ashamed that I haven''t made any achievements since I came back." Deng Ming smiled and made an invitation gesture.


    "Teacher Wu, please take your seat. Thanks to you, the old leader is so grateful to you." Deng Ming said, "I went to see the children. The old leader took my hand and couldn''t speak for a long time."


    "I know his temper. I''ve never been soft. But I feel really different about you. I''m the envy of my closed door disciple."


    "Doctor, treat patients and save people normally." Wu Mian was not polite. Today''s meal was mainly to express his gratitude, but what he wanted to say was extraneous.


    After sitting down, it''s still the old rule. First listen to Zhao Lin and Deng Ming express their gratitude. Wu Mian listens casually. Doctors receive similar words almost every day.


    Good cards? Which doctor hasn''t received a pile.


    After chatting for a while, Wu Mian intentionally or unintentionally turned the topic to bajingzi and the new development area.


    Deng Ming is still quite cautious about this topic and seems unwilling to say more. Wu Mian did not insist, but said many gossip when he was in London.


    At the beginning, Deng Ming was a little surprised. Mr. Wu Mian should spend most of his time doing academic research in the United States. How can he be more familiar with London than himself?


    Speaking of the past, Deng Ming was also quite sad, and his words gradually increased.


    "Mayor Deng, when you graduated, you didn''t feel very well," Wu Mian asked.


    Xue Chunhe and Zhao Lin were stunned and didn''t understand Wu Mian''s meaning. Isn''t it easy? What the hell is this.


    Deng Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Wu, have you attended the graduation ceremony?"


    "That was four years ago. I had a minor operation on David James in London. David invited me to be the rotating principal to award a degree to the students who graduated that year."


    In an instant, Deng Ming''s expression became very wonderful.


    "I''m sure I didn''t agree. I can''t accept their customs." Wu Mian said with a smile. "Did Deng just bow when he graduated?"


    "HMM." Deng Ming nodded.


    "Oh? Miss Wu, what are you talking about? I didn''t understand a word." Zhao Lin asked curiously.


    "The graduation ceremony in Cambridge was wonderful. The dean of the college led the students to kneel before the rotating president and put their hands together with the rotating president. The degree was awarded to you in the name of the Holy Father, the Holy Son and the Holy Spirit. If you have other beliefs, you need to be informed in advance and can be replaced by bowing."


    This gossip is rarely heard. I haven''t heard of Deng Ming at ordinary times. Zhao Lin did not expect that Cambridge, a banner school with prosperous science, should have such rules.


    It seems to be no different from laogua mountain.


    "David... Mr. Wu is familiar with Dean David?" Deng Ming asked.


    "It''s OK. I''ve had some exchanges," Wu Mian said. "David is usually very cautious, but as long as he starts drinking, he seems to be a different person."


    Deng Ming smiled politely and obviously didn''t believe it.


    "Dean David took good care of me at that time. He was a teacher with teachers'' ethics," Deng Ming said. "After leaving Cambridge, the impression of other teachers gradually blurred, but I have always been in touch with David."


    "I was originally scheduled to see the provost at the end of the year, but this new area has just been built, so I''m afraid I can''t go."


    "Hehe, you can let David come." Wu Mian smiled.


    "..." Deng Ming''s eyes showed his obvious emotion for the first time. Surprise and contempt mixed together and died in a flash.


    Xue Chun and are embarrassed.


    The whole country is very big, and there are local customs everywhere.


    Deng Ming''s native place is in the south. He doesn''t like the atmosphere of saving money in Montenegro, especially the spirit of retreat at the wine table. As long as he opens his mouth and speaks, the car will drive boundless. He hates this very much.


    But is Mr. Wu really talking and playing? Xue Chun and Lenovo don''t think so when they think of what they said in the car before.


    "I just contacted David a few days ago." Wu Mian said with a smile. "Call him and ask him?"


    "...." Deng Ming looked at Wu Mian.


    Is he serious? It''s more than 7 pm. It should be noon in London. The time is no problem. But is Miss Wu really so familiar with Cambridge?


    Deng Ming was suddenly worried, but then he smiled.


    In fact, he doesn''t have much special contact with teachers at the Provost level. He just sends an email to greet David James every year. The other party... Never replied.


    Just now I''m familiar with David James. Will I be exposed and cause embarrassment? Deng Ming felt guilty about this. But on second thought, I thought it was impossible.


    Wu Mian has no boundaries, and Deng Ming''s impression of him is only general. To say the least, David James can''t decide the rotating principal alone.


    Wu Mian said such things directly. It''s too boastful.


    Deng Ming did not speak, but looked at Wu Mian''s hand with his eyes.


    Slender fingers, like a pianist. As white as jade, it makes people quiet. It''s quite good-looking. The academic community also has a certain position, but it is too utilitarian. Deng Ming''s evaluation of Wu Mian is somewhat polarized.


    Wu Mian took out his mobile phone. His fingers were like beating piano keys. He flipped on the mobile phone screen and dialed a london phone number.


    Is he serious? Deng Ming was stunned.