Since Feng Tian has already conveyed his requirements to Murong Qingyi, regarding the control of Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts, he will inevitably switch to his own name.

At this point, Ning Chen didn't have any worries.

When the property rights will be implemented is a matter of time.

After he left the office directly, he found Zhao Sanjia in the mountain behind the school.

The old man leaned over, looking up at the campus surrounded by mountains and covered by green bamboo, his pupils were sometimes excited, sometimes resolute, sometimes sad, sometimes distant and profound.

It seems that Zhao Sanjia is recalling everything he has experienced in the past 30 years.

If it hadn't been for its own pioneering and drastic reforms, perhaps today's Academy of Fine Arts would still be the ordinary university with third-rate qualifications back then.

Ning Chen casually picked up a piece of grass along the way, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and when he approached Zhao Sanjia, he pouted and smiled, "Remembered the past?" ”

"yes." Zhao Sanjia sighed.

"I'm so envious of you." Ning Chen nodded, "At least there is a past to recall, unlike me, it's blank." ”

Zhao Sanjia was slightly stunned, facing Ning Chen's unintentional emotion, he didn't know how to reply.

Today's Ning Chen, for Zhao Sanjia, is becoming more and more mysterious.

Even if the two parties are under the same roof and have been together for a long time, as far as Zhao Sanjia is concerned, this young man is still covered with a strong sense of mystery.

"I heard that you angered the board of directors because of me, so that they decided to remove you from your position?" Ning Chen asked.

Zhao Sanjia shook his head and guessed, "Maybe I really think I'm old, just take this opportunity to take my position." ”

His words were not to comfort Ning Chen.

Over the years, Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts and Zhao Sanjia have almost merged, and when the outside world talks about the Academy of Fine Arts, Zhao Sanjia must be inseparable.

Over time, with the deepening of Zhao Sanjia's influence, the relationship between the Academy of Fine Arts and him became closer and closer, so that it reached the state of high merit and shock.

In the final analysis, the Academy of Fine Arts is the industry of the Zhou family.

Now Zhao Sanjia's influence in the Academy of Fine Arts is almost to the point of covering the sky with one hand, which has led to Zhou Zhenghe, the actual controller of the Academy of Fine Arts, almost becoming an ornament.

A long time ago, the Zhou family was trying to go to Zhao Sanjia.

The so-called de-Zhao Sanjia is to weaken his rights and try to completely sever the relationship between Zhao Sanjia and the Academy of Fine Arts when the opportunity is right.

"My dear friend, as the foundation of the Academy of Fine Arts grows bigger and bigger, he gradually changed his original intention, thinking about how to completely consolidate the Academy of Fine Arts into a cash cow for the Zhou family, but he forgot that running a school is for the future of those young children......"

Ning Chen pursed his lips, looking at Zhao Sanjia's attitude, he should have been wary of the actual controller of the Academy of Fine Arts a long time ago, that is, Zhou Xun's grandfather Zhou Zhenghe.

Similarly, Zhou Zhenghe is also wary of Zhao Sanjia.

These two former best friends, although they are not yet enemies, are almost the same.

This time, because of Ning Chen's matter, Zhao Sanjia strongly resisted Zhou Xun's troubles, which could be regarded as a crooked attack, which indirectly gave Zhou Zhenghe the opportunity to remove himself from the position of principal.

Otherwise, Zhou Xun would not have warned Zhao Sanjia so eloquently, if he didn't let Ning Chen get out, let him go.

It is precisely because Zhou Xun understands the embarrassing relationship between Zhao Sanjia and his grandfather, who seems to be face-to-face but actually has a disagreement.

"It turns out that there are still these contradictions between you." After Ning Chen understood the ins and outs of the matter, he patted Zhao Sanjia on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't worry, I'll handle this matter." ”

"Zhou Zhenghe is the character who came out of the Zhou family, you want to target him?" Zhao Sanjia was surprised, he was afraid that Ning Chen would be too reckless and provoke people who shouldn't be provoked.

Ning Chen smiled, "What about the Zhou family?" The current families of Fengtian City, I really don't look at it. ”

This sentence is, of course, a bit arrogant.

But Zhao Sanjia heard a full confidence in Ning Chen's mouth.

"Ning Chen." Zhao Sanjia shouted.

Ning Chen raised his head and waited for the following.

"What are you going to do about this?" Zhao Sanjia was curious.

Ning Chen patted Zhao Sanjia's shoulder again and said lightly, "In three days, you will know." ”

"But ......" Zhao Sanjia still wanted to ask, but Ning Chen had already turned around and left.

When Ning Chen returned to his residence, Nalan Guanyin was nowhere to be found.

Red Medicine picked a huge sunflower out of nowhere, carried it on his shoulder, and sat on the roof alone, hanging his legs, staring at the bright sun overhead.

Ning Chen, this kid, always likes to do things that are difficult for outsiders to understand.

Either under the window or on the roof.

Flying cornices walk on the wall, omnipotent.

Hongyao sensed that Ning Chen was back, turned his head, smiled, and then pointed to the position in the north with his soft pink hand, "Huang, here." ”

Yellow?

Here it comes?

What do these three words mean?

Ning Chen was simply confused, and wanted to ask Hongyao again, but unfortunately this child has always been silent, cherishing words like gold, asking her, except for repeating these three words, he couldn't get any useful clues.

He shook his head and simply gave up on asking.

……

Strictly speaking, Fengtian City is an ancient city with a certain historical heritage, although it has been continuously eroded by modern buildings in recent years, but in some places, there are still intact ancient styles.

Connecting the neighboring cities due north, there is an official road covered with bluestone bricks.

A hundred years ago, it was a road dedicated to the officers and soldiers of a certain dynasty.

It is now preserved in its entirety.

At this time, it is gradually dusk, and there is light rain in the sky.

Pedestrians on the road are rare.

The hazy rain curtain separated the sky, rendering this world dim.

Suddenly, in the distance of the official road, there was a pleasant ringing of bells, accompanied by the slight sound of horses' hooves.

A skinny old man in a coarse cloth robe was leading an equally skinny old horse, swaying along the official road, slowly approaching Fengtian City.

The old man was dressed in a strange outfit, wearing an ancient robe that did not fit the modern attire, and he carried a box of sword boxes behind him.

"Quack."

On a nearby dead tree that had obviously been struck by lightning, there were three or two piercing crows.

The old man Lala tied the cloth bag of the sword box, looked at the crow with deep eyes, smiled, and then continued to pull the old horse on the way.

For a long time, there was a hoarse, long and loud recitation on the official road, like the smoke of the desert, and the desolation was close to the sky.

'Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water,

Ancient road west wind thin horse.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ’

Laugh at!

In an instant, a trace of evil sword qi hung in the sky.

"Young master, I haven't seen you for three years, it's good that you're still alive!" The old man's skinny right hand patted his old horse, "Barbarian, let's go into the city today and find the young master." ”

Suddenly, a long and narrow gap suddenly opened in the dark ancient road.

He was nicknamed Huang Laoxi.

However, this Jianghu likes to call him a sword ghost......