Return to 1983 and be a detective

After Mr. Xiang explained his intention to Xu Shan, he changed the subject and asked Xu Shan: "I heard from Jinsong that you are very good at solving crimes?"

"That's praise from Xiang Gemu."

"As a young man, you are good at everything, but you are a little too humble, which is not good. Young people should take advantage of their youth to show off their talents, so that they can reach a higher position and make greater contributions."

Xu Shan disagreed with Mr. Xiang's statement. After all, he was not an ordinary young man.Not even from this era.

He is quite stubborn now, but as a result, this has caused him so much trouble. If he really gets scared, he doesn't know how many enemies he will make.

The old man Xiang was very good at observing people's words. When he saw that Xu Shan disagreed with him, he said: "Don't believe it, old man, I have lived for so many years and I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."

Xu Shan said in his heart: "That's because you are being harsh."

"Don't think I'm being harsh...Have Xiaosong told you about me? Do you know what I do?"

Xu Shan shook his head.

"Actually, I am also an old police officer. It is because of this ability that I can successfully take off my hat and devote myself to the criminal investigation career. He Dongyang, who is now in the Longshui Public Security Bureau, is my student and was brought up by me. .”

Xu Shan was stunned: "I bet you are the big boss, you are so secretive."

"That's why I tell you as a person who has experienced it. If you have talent, you should use it in time. Only in this way can you find the stage that is most suitable for you. Life, grass and trees, autumn, cannot be wasted."

Just as he was talking, Xiang Jinsong's aunt, Xiang Baiyun, walked in: "Dad, all the guests are here, and everyone is waiting for you to sit down."

Although Mr. Xiang was still unfinished, he planned to give Xu Shan a few more words, but Xiang Baiyun seemed to deliberately not want him to say more to Xu Shan. He stood there and sighed helplessly to Mr. Xiang: "That's it, let's take a seat."

The banquet was placed on a large round table, which was also a revolving table.Even though this rotating tabletop would be nothing to mention in later generations, at this moment it was a new thing with no strength at all. It had never been seen before, let alone used.

There are various dishes on the round table. These are specially made by the chef invited from Wangjiang Tower in Longshui. The chef is from Huaiyang cuisine. The dishes he makes are full of flavor and flavor, and they are also very elegant. At first glance, It's a literati dish.

The old man sat with his hands hanging down. Sitting on one side was Xiang Jinsong's father, Xiang Baihong. Sitting on the other side was He Dongyang, Xiang Jinsong's uncle. Then they were arranged according to seniority, with Xu Shan and Xiang Jinsong only sitting there. The right corner of the person who can sit down is where the lowest person sits.

What surprised Xu Shan was that Dong Chunsheng was also sitting on the table, and the seat was not low, almost on the same level as the Xiang family's aunts.He sat upright on the round table, not looking towards Xu Shan.

Before Xu Shan could be surprised, Aunt Xiang poured wine for the old man and urged him to say a few words.

Mr. Xiang didn't like this kind of frivolous favor, but he didn't disgrace his daughter. He raised the cup and said, "Today is my birthday. Originally, I said there was no need for such a big pomp, but you didn't agree. You think I I have let down your filial piety. I also know what you are concerned about. Isn’t it just who has the final say in the future of the Xiang family? Otherwise, which one of you would hold your nose and come over here to listen to me?"

From the very beginning of these words, Xu Shan could tell that something was not right.

What is Mr. Xiang doing? Is he planning to expose himself?What a great guy, I got a shockingly big melon when I ate it.

He was a little excited, rubbing his hands and listening to Mr. Xiang's next words.

"No matter who has the final say in Xiangjia's future, I still have the final say now. I don't care which side you support. I will ask three questions. Whoever can win these three questions will have the final say in the future. It just so happens that Chunsheng Both Dongyang and I are here, they can bear witness."

After speaking to the old man, he glanced at the juniors present, and then drank the wine in the glass.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense.

Who would have thought that this wonderful birthday party would turn into an examination room?

Since this is an examination room, who are the candidates?

No one said anything about the second generation of the Xiang family. It seemed that they were all excluded. It was the third generation of the Xiang family that really needed to go to the examination room.

At this time, a little girl stood up and said, "Grandpa, is it true that as long as you answer three questions, regardless of gender, you can become the talker of the Xiang family?"

Mr. Xiang looked at the little girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes full of admiration, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "Yes, regardless of gender, as long as they are the third generation of the Xiang family, they are eligible to participate. But it is not a matter of answering. Three questions, but three wins.”

The little girl didn't care so much, and urged the old man: "Grandpa, come up with a question, we all want to try it."

Old Man Xiang laughed and said, "Okay, the questions I asked are very simple, called past, present, and future. Which of you can win three times on these three questions: past, present, and future, you are qualified to become the talker of the Xiang family. .”

As soon as this question came up, everyone looked at each other.

However, the classic sketch of White Clouds and Black Soil came to Xu Shan's mind, as if it was the past, present and future.Accompanied by the brainwashing song "The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and people across the country are really striving for success, shuffling the cards, counting the cards, grabbing the cards...", Xu Shan was in a trance.

He couldn't guess what kind of medicine was being sold to the old man.

Xiang Jinsong on the other side tugged on Xu Shan's clothes and whispered: "Shan Zi, you have to help me."

Xu Shan was a little surprised. After all, he learned from Mr. Xiang that all the exclusion and neglect were tempered by Xiang Jinsong, so Xiang Jinsong was the talkative person of the Xiang family that Mr. Xiang wanted to cultivate.

"I don't think we need to fight for this position. With the antenna factory, we can easily produce ten Xiangjia in the future."

But Xiang Jinsong only said: "I want to gain some reputation."

Xu Shan said nothing more and patted the back of Xiang Jinsong's hand: "Don't worry, just leave it to me."

He looked at the old man with burning eyes, trying to see some hint from his face.

At this time, Mr. Xiang looked at the confused people with great pride and said slowly: "Now I will officially ask the first question. Among the birthday gifts you gave me, whoever gives the oldest thing will win. .”

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Jinsong's face immediately darkened, because the birthday gift he gave was not something from the past, but a painting by the contemporary painter Du Ruwan.Du Ruwan was Huang Binghong's apprentice and a member of Longshui. His paintings were only famous in the industry at that time, but their value was not very high. Until his death, the value of this painting skyrocketed like a rocket.

The key is to compare whose birthday gift is older. The birthday gift they gave was from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the birthday gift you gave was from last week. How does this compare with others?