The early morning at Yangming Villa is quite in line with Zhong Yue’s life rhythm at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain than the busyness of the city. It is far from Lin'an city and is considered to be a suburb. Although the winter scenery on the mountain is not full of vitality, it is also green and green, so there is no sign of depression.

In addition to some exquisite pastries, the buffet breakfast in the villa also has a lot of coarse grains. Some locally produced purple potatoes, corn and potatoes made people who are used to eating toast. The excellent city people completely changed their taste. It turned out that the original taste of these ingredients was also unique.

In fact, the chefs in Yangming Villa are all top chefs. When they are free, they are all masters who are rushing to hire in major hotels. Especially the various pastries, it is easy to be as skillful as they are, but proficient in everything is a test of the chef's own talent.

Because Zhong Yue observed the nine powers of gods and humans in the brushwork system, it was already past nine o'clock when he went out, and Zhao Zhimin had just gotten up. When the two arrived at the restaurant, there were almost not many people. The elderly usually got up early.

The two of them had a walk of Saul, but fortunately the pastry chef in the villa was always prepared, so even after nine o'clock, Zhong Yue and the others could still eat hot crab roe buns and Longjing refreshments.

If you eat like this every day for breakfast, Zhong Yue really thinks that the word "luxury" is not an exaggeration.

"Mr. Zhong has just gotten up."

"You are..." Zhong Yue looked at the middle-aged man in a familiar suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and was a bit like Ye An, as if he had been following Zhang Kangshan yesterday.

"I am Director Zhang's assistant, my name is Zheng Guocheng."

"Assistant Zheng, have you had breakfast?"

Zheng Guocheng smiled and said, "I've eaten, Director Zhang gets up early on weekdays. I just asked the manager over there and found out that you just came here twenty minutes ago, so I came here to find yours."

"Is it Director Zhang's thing?"

"Of course, Mr. Zhong, you won't forget the task assigned by Director Zhang so quickly, right? Have a meeting to discuss this East China Youth Artists Alliance."

Zhong Yue was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhang Kangshan would feel relieved when he said something at the dinner table yesterday. He thought he was just talking casually, so he immediately stood up and said, "Okay, let's go over."

"You can eat it before going."

"No, I've eaten it."

Zhao Zhimin also had a small bun in his chopsticks. After hearing what Zhong Yue said, he dipped it in chili vinegar and stuffed it into his mouth. He also stood up, and wiped the wet wipes to wipe the oil stains on the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Guocheng smiled and said, "Okay, come with me."

Several people walked towards the Xingzhi Pavilion on the mountain.

"Originally Director Zhang's itinerary was scheduled to fly back to Beijing after the dinner last year." Zheng Guocheng walked the steps and suddenly spoke, "The director stayed and turned down all the itineraries today. He just wanted to hear your idea. If East China implements it, the director may expand this demonstration point to the entire China in the future."

Zhong Yue was still very surprised when he heard Zheng Guocheng say this. At least if this time goes well, he will not be fighting alone in the future. There will always be a time when human power is exhausted. Only by uniting together can we shoulder the road and pass on the torch from generation to generation.

Originally, according to the regular meetings in previous years, the opening ceremony was actually the arrangement of traveling around the mountains and rivers on the second day. The so-called symposium is similar to a tea party, eating tea, eating melon seeds, and bragging, which ends. However, there are great Buddhas in Xingzhi Pavilion today, so naturally those who come here dare not be arrogant, and they also pretend to hold their respective meetings.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, each school began to hold group meetings according to the original meeting agenda. The main topic was how to inherit and carry forward the local epigraphy culture. Of course, with the initiative of Zhong Yue yesterday, how to cultivate young talents was added to the meeting.

Walking through the largest conference room of the Zhiguan, Zhong Yue saw Zhang Kangshan standing alone by the window and watching the scenery, he said embarrassedly: "Director Zhang, I'm a little sorry. I don't know you're waiting for me."

If it were notified in advance the night before, Zhong Yue would not have put the observation of the Nine Strategy of the Gods and Man early in the morning. He would definitely have come to have a meeting first.

Zhang Kangshan smiled kindly, "It's okay. Maybe we elderly people just got up early. I know that young people in Shanghai are used to living from nine to five now, and it's not uncommon, as is the case in Beijing." He looked at his watch and said, "Guocheng, give the roster to Comrade Xiao Zhong."

Zhong Yue asked, "Ah?"

Zhang Kangshan smiled and said, "What? Let you order the list of participants. Otherwise, if you and I will only talk to each other in this meeting, it will be a matter of fact."

Zhong Yue looked at the dense roster. This was a fatal disaster, with hundreds of people. The key point was that he didn't know the people on the roster very much. If he only ordered a few people he knew, what about the others? If he didn't invite him, he thought he would not pay attention to them. This would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble in the future. After thinking about it, Zhong Yue looked up and said, "Director Zhang, I just wanted to order people to come and attend the meeting."

"Oh? Then what do you mean..." In fact, Zhang Kangshan had already roughly understood last night. As for who Zhong Yue had a good relationship, he also had a thorough understanding. If this East China Youth Artists Alliance was just a collection of several groups of interests, then he would not need to participate.

Zhong Yue said: "I think anyone who is interested can participate and listen to this initiative."

Zheng Guocheng also looked at Zhong Yue in surprise.

"Well, I really have a lot of ideas."

Zheng Guocheng glanced at Zhang Kangshan's expression and asked, "Mr. Zhong, the more people there are, the more voices it means. This is not just on the stage yesterday, you have a microphone."

"I see."

Zhang Kangshan's original intention was not the case, and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhong is very brave, but I don't think everyone needs it. It's better than people in East China. What do you think?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "If Director Zhang feels it's enough, that's fine."

Zhang Kangshan was stunned and then smiled and said, "Haha, it turns out that there are talented people in the country. Every time, let's notify me as Comrade Xiao Zhong said."

"In this case, this conference room may not be big enough..."

Zhang Kangshan sat down and said, "It's not big enough, so we will send representatives from each group to the group video conference after the representative meeting."

Zhao Zhimin, who was standing by, dared not speak. He didn't expect that the fiction that had been agreed would cause such an uproar. Now it's impossible to make fiction.
Chapter completed!