He Jianmin, male, Han nationality, native of Jinji City, Shuchuan Province, was born in 1974. He graduated from the Chinese Department of Shuchuan University. He went to Jinqiao University, California, USA to study in Southeast Asian history, and obtained a doctorate in history. He returned to China in 2000 and taught in the History Department of Chazhou University.

In 2006, He Jianmin was awarded the title of associate professor and was transferred to the office of the Logistics Support Department, and also attended courses in several classes in the History Department. In 2010, He Jianmin polled the Chinese Department Office.

The time was in 2013. In this year, He Jianmin first became the deputy director of the Chinese Department. A few months later, the former director was transferred and he became the director again.

The official website said that He Jianmin was outstanding in talent, determined to reform, brave in innovation, worked hard, united comrades, cared for students... and so on, and was promoted to the head of the Chinese Department with unanimous approval from the school leaders.

This kind of introduction is too official, full of false routines, and there is no name for it. However, he was suddenly promoted in 2013, and it is obvious that someone was talking to him. Otherwise, why should he be promoted two levels in a row within a year?

Looking for other places, I couldn't find any words about He Jianmin. However, there was a post on the forum that scolded Director He, saying that he caught the student who threw away the fruit peels and paper scraps and gave him a lesson, making a big deal, which was insulting, and was locked up by the administrator.

Song Baojun had no choice but to turn off the computer and think carefully about his situation.

Report to the school? It is useful, but unfortunately it is not very useful.

He Jianmin can say that the money is for the collective and at most it will be returned to you. Or considering that it is inconvenient for you to take a huge sum of money, it is not a problem for me as the department director to help you keep it? The key is that there is no evidence.

What's more, there are people above Director He.

But the bonus I have worked so hard that I can't just be taken away by him. It's so disgusting!

Song Baojun decided to collect Director He's information first, wait for an opportunity to make plans. Anyway, this matter cannot be decided in a short while.

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After the afternoon calligraphy elective class, a tall man in a black suit was waiting at the door of the classroom. He saw Song Baojun smiling and said, "Mr. Song, please stay."

The man had short hair, a slender scar on his forehead, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, straight as a javelin, and his eyes were very sharp.

Song Baojun found out that the other party was vigilant, but he smiled very modestly on the surface: "Oh, hello, hello, I am Song Baojun, who are you?"

"I'm in the Xia family Tian, ​​Tian Moshan, and my reputation is not worth mentioning." The visitor was very polite and said, "Mr. Song just finished class, so he should be free, right? Our elder sister wants to invite you to have a cup of tea."

"Your sister?" Song Baojun said with sincerity that you look over thirty years old. Wouldn't your sister be****? What's the best tea?

The visitor saw his doubts and smiled and said, "Mr. Song, don't worry, our elder sister is an acquaintance you know." He said, pointing to an extended white Xuande sedan downstairs.

Song Baojun said oh, as if he had thought about something.

Other members of the Otaku Brotherhood followed out of the classroom and saw a man entangled with Brother Jun. Everyone looked at each other and surrounded him.

"Brother Jun, what's going on with this guy?" Tan Qingkai shouted with a fake tiger power, rolling up his sleeves and looking like he was about to take action.

"It's nothing, my friend is asking me for trouble. You can go to have a meal first." Song Baojun was speechless about Tan Qingkai's crazy words and deeds.

"Okay, Brother Jun, if anyone dares to touch a hair of your hair, just come to me and I will solve it!" Tan Qingkai slapped his chest hard, and it was a thumping sound, making him look like the boss.

Long Ya kicked him gently: "Get out, little red man, he's whining all day long. Do you think others don't know you're a fool?"

The others laughed, Tan Qingkai didn't dare to mess with Long Ya, and followed the large army in awkwardly.

Tian Moshan smiled and said, "Mr. Su, please follow me."

Many classmates stood in front of the white extended version of Bingchen Xuande car and watched, marveling and envious. The man imagined that he had such a luxury car to pick up girls, while the woman imagined that he was a tall, rich and handsome man drove such a luxury car to pursue him.

This car is even rarer than Liu Xiyue's Porsche, and it has a very luxurious appearance. Some people couldn't help but stand by the window and take a photo with the car.

Tian Moshan and Song Baojun walked downstairs, and William Chen from Class 2 immediately reached out to stop him and said, "Wait, don't block my photo. If a sluggish man like you appeared in the photo, will my pretentious behavior fail to understand!"

Tian Moshan and Song Baojun smiled and looked at his butt sitting on the front of the car, with his face slightly facing away, looking into the distance. They asked the classmates next to him to help take more than ten photos, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, Song Baojun, it's your turn."

Tian Moshan opened the car door and asked Song Baojun to sit in the back seat. "I'm not very interested in selfies."

"You, you, you..." William Chen was speechless and didn't say a word for a long time.

The cushion on the back seat of the car was very soft, and there was a faint fragrance floating in the car. There was a simple version of "Call of the Wild" on the cushion, and the dog's head on the cover was whistling towards the moon.

When Song Baojun saw Tian Moshan not speaking, he shut up cautiously. The man had another hideous scar on his head, and he seemed to have experienced something tragic.

The car drove out of the university town and drove for more than half an hour, all the way to Furong Road outside the Third Ring Road.

Before Song Baojun could practice Qigongfu home, he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Tian, ​​what's the origin of your elder sister? I'll go out as soon as I get a get out of class. It's almost dark. Should I go to the roadside to find a stall for dinner first, so as not to see your elder sister when I'm hungry, I'm afraid it's not easy to talk to."

Tian Moshan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and smiled: "Mr. Song is a little calm, he will be here soon."

The car turned the alley of a French sycamore tree at the intersection and stopped in front of a villa. There were walls on all sides, and a large house was hidden among the green trees. Tian Moshan pressed the horn and the iron door opened automatically.

There is a unique world inside, with woods, grasslands, corridors, flower beds, ponds and villas, all available.

More than a dozen locust trees, camphor trees, magnolias, and osmanthus trees are densely planted on more than 100 square meters of soil. There is a layer of ivy climbing on the wall, and the leaves are yellow and have no vitality. It seems that they are waiting for the arrival of winter. Most of the flowers in the west are ordinary household plants such as jasmine, nightgown, lilac, roses, etc.

A small pond drew water from the house, and dozens of dark green lily leaves were laid on it. Next to it was a Western-style pavilion, a small coffee table and four wooden chairs, and a swing was swinging under the camphor tree.

The house is a European-style villa, white and simple, with a leisurely artistic conception. The overall look is like a small garden. The so-called "don't dream of coming to Xie's house, the small corridor is slanted and the curved railing is slanted."

There were more than a dozen burly men outside the pavilion, standing or sitting in groups of three or three, with their eyes showing fierce light and ferocious expressions. When they suddenly saw such a group of people in a quiet and peaceful environment, they felt like flies fell into a pot of good soup.

The car stopped at the door, Tian Moshan asked Song Baojun, and a strong man walked over with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

The strong man wore a white elastic vest with a dazzling tiger-head tattoo on his shoulders. Under them were ragged jeans and wooden clogs, and he walked with a loud noise.

"Brother Shan, who is this? Why did you come in with my elder sister's car? You don't even inform me?" The strong man inserted his hands into his pocket, lowered his shoulders, and asked, "Hey, boy, what's your name? Where did it come from?"

Tian Moshan frowned and said, "Bunya'an, why are you making noise? This is the guest invited by my elder sister."

The strong man lost a canine teeth in his mouth, and he looked very funny when he spoke. No wonder he was nicknamed "Broken Tooth". He looked at Song Baojun and said in a tone of disbelief: "The guest invited by my elder sister? It doesn't look very similar!"

"How can I be like the guest invited by my elder sister?"

Broken teeth Ando: "At least, you must be tall, handsome, and elegant."

"Those two words are pronounced as 'Sutra'. Zhou Dang Zhou Dang, after graduating from junior high school, he came out to the streets and couldn't even speak. Okay, let go." Tian Moshan pushed Duan Ya'an aside coldly, annoyed by his unscrupulous words.

Song Baojun is stupid and short-skinned, and has nothing to do with being handsome and handsome. But can't you tell me directly in front of others? It's so rude!

Tian Moshan reached out and said, "This is a stuffed item for serving tea and water in the company. A rough man with no restraint. Mr. Song should not be surprised. Please come inside!"

Song Baojun nodded and raised his foot into the door, but saw that Tian Moshan did not follow him.

Tian Moshan saw his meaning and smiled and said, "Sister is waiting inside, please let Mr. Song take care of himself."

After passing the warm-toned entrance, a small lamp was lit in the living room. Needless to say, the luxurious and confusing decoration was a woman with long hair shrouded lazily on the sofa holding a book to read.

Hearing the footsteps, the woman looked back at him, closed the book and said softly: "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, let you come here so late, please sit down." She turned her head and shouted inside: "Ajia, come tea."

It turned out to be this sister Yun Qingniyun who wanted to be a literary young woman but was only third-rate. She had a white dress with a necklace hanging on her neck and flip-flops on her feet. Her skin was white and tender, with a few blue veins faintly revealing the texture of her toenails, and white nail polish was applied. There was another charm in her laziness.

Song Baojun sat on the sofa and reached out to touch it. The touch felt soft, natural, smooth and tender, just like touching a baby's face. He felt that he had never had such an amazing and comfortable experience in his life. His mind was still guessing that a personality had answered his question.

After changing to a comfortable position, he raised his legs and said casually: "Sister Yun's home is really luxurious. This sofa is made of the softest fur on the belly of Nepalese Cloud Leopard, and one set costs hundreds of thousands of yuan."
Chapter completed!