Song Yiran pushed away the crowd and walked in.

Jiang Meimei's voice was very loud, and there were already a lot of people around who were watching the excitement, and those who didn't know each other were all pointing at Zhao Xiaodong, as if she had made some big mistake.

People in this era generally don't like thin people, and think that people should be fatter, and they are blessed with round faces and big farts ~ stocks.

Jiang Meili was born very blessed, with a round face, and a lot of flesh on her farts ~ thighs, only one meter six tall, looking at one hundred and twenty or thirty pounds, it is really enviable, born in this era, how difficult it is to grow some meat! She is wearing a blue khaki cadre outfit and two big black braids, giving people a very imposing feeling.

She is a public family, and the people naturally dare not offend her.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiaodong was born black and thin, and he was not well dressed, so he knew that the conditions at home were not very good.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't expect that he would buy some wool and cause such a big mess. She was about to say something more to defend herself, when she felt that someone tapped her shoulder twice, and she looked back and saw that Song Yiran was coming.

Song Yiran stood in front of the counter with a cold face, staring at Jiang Meimei.

Jiang Meili was angry, and when she wanted to hurt Zhao Xiaodong a few more words, she suddenly found a person in front of the counter. Jiang Meili looked up and was instantly shocked by Song Yiran's appearance.

The girl in front of her is also fourteen or fifteen years old, and she is already about one meter six or five tall, even if she is wearing a thick cotton jacket and cotton pants, Jiang Meili can also see that this girl has the slender figure she dreamed of. Girls love beauty, who doesn't want to be slim and graceful? Fat is a blessing, such an idea that only older people will have.

Jiang Meili has always felt that she is very white, the kind of white that everyone envies, but in front of a person like Song Yiran, who is so white and shining, Jiang Meimei's advantages are completely unprominent.

This girl has a small face, big eyes, a straight nose, and a small and beautiful mouth.

Jiang Meili graduated from junior high school, and her education in this era is not low, but she feels that she can't describe the appearance of the little girl in front of her after racking her brains, and she can only be summed up in two words, that is, she is good-looking.

It looks good no matter how you look at it.

Jiang Meili felt ashamed of herself, and the anger in her heart instantly increased several times, she had also encountered bad things in the past few days, so her temper was even more irritable than usual.

"What are you looking at? If you can't afford it, don't block it here, delay the people behind you to buy things!" Jiang Meimei's voice unconsciously raised two notches, the more she looked at Song Yiran, the more unpleasant she became, and her hostility towards the beautiful girl who suddenly appeared in front of her was very obvious, so she simply threw the ruler in her hand on the counter and made a snapping sound.

"What is your attitude??" Song Yiran pointed to the sign on the wall behind her~ slogan, "This is how you serve the people?"

Jiang Meili was so angry that she trembled, how could she have been shamed and slapped in the face like this? The person who accused her was still a townsman.

"What's wrong with my attitude? I've been working in the supply and marketing cooperatives for three or four years, and I haven't heard anyone say that I have a bad attitude! Which corner did you come from? Nosy, aren't you? Or are you in a gang?" Jiang Meili pointed at Song Yiran and scolded: "Are you trying to steal things when you make such a fuss?"

The colleague next to Jiang Meili pulled her and signaled to calm down and don't make such a big fuss. But Jiang Meili was angry, where could she listen to the persuasion, "Okay, wow, I'll just say, how did you squeeze around, you almost overturned the counter, this is to steal something, didn't steal it?"

Zhao Xiaodong is so angry, she just bought a wool thread, and she was pushed and didn't stand firm, why are there so many things!

"Who did you say stole things? What about the public family, do you have any evidence?" Song Yiran stared at Jiang Meili, and suddenly the perspective function was activated without warning, and Song Yiran saw Jiang Meimei's cadres with two handkerchiefs in their pockets. One bag contains spiced melon seeds, and the other bag contains sugar balls, both of which are not much, so it shouldn't look like they were bought.

The supply and marketing cooperatives sell this kind of snacks, and they are all wrapped in kraft paper.

The guards steal from themselves!

Song Yiran turned around and shouted at the crowd: "I want to see your leader~ guide, see your director!"

Jiang Meili panicked for a moment, and quickly calmed down, their director went to a meeting, and just left. Every time she goes to the township for a meeting, she has to be half a day younger, and unless she spends the whole day here, she won't see the director at all.

"Who do you think you are, you can see whoever you want?" Our director is very busy, so he has time to take care of you?" Jiang Meili said as she opened the wooden cover on the wooden door, pushed open the wooden door and walked out.

"We're here to buy yarn!"

How could she have thought that Director Yuan of the supply and marketing cooperative, who was in the crowd at this time, because the meeting was temporarily canceled, and he hadn't left the town yet, the township called someone to call him back, saving him from running in vain.

The director of the supply and marketing cooperatives is called Yuan Wei, because his head is very big, and he is nicknamed Yuan ~ Datou. In the early years, no one dared to call him this nickname, but in recent years, he has become the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, and everyone has to call him Director Yuan when they see him, and no one calls him this nickname.

Jiang Meili didn't know that Yuan Wei was in the crowd at all, and she didn't have any taboos when she spoke: "You don't look at your own virtues, you don't care about it, and you still buy wool!

Sister Ma, who was selling goods with Jiang Meimei, had sharp eyes, and had already seen Director Yuan, so she hurriedly walked out of the counter and persuaded her: "It's all a misunderstanding, let's disperse." As he spoke, he gave Jiang Meimei a look.

Jiang Meili didn't see it at all, but Song Yiran's sharp eyes saw through Sister Ma's nervousness at once. Her eyes were too similar to the way the team members looked at their teammates who were unaware when they saw the captain coldly.

Song Yiran sneered, stepped forward and said: "This comrade, you are a member of the public family, you speak reasonably, you say that we stole something, do you have witnesses? Who saw it? Is there any physical evidence? What did we steal? If you don't make this clear today, we are not finished! You are false~ framed, I want to find your leaders to reflect the situation." ”

"Are you going to find our leader, and nothing else, right?" Jiang Meili was so angry that she rushed up and was about to slap Song Yiran.

Song Yiran was afraid of her, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and pushed Jiang Meili with the other hand to press the person to the counter. Jiang Meili was naturally unwilling to be suppressed, and resisted desperately, and the people around her did not dare to come forward.

Zhao Xiaodong wanted to go up to help, but the big horse sister was quick and grabbed her, "Comrade, don't go up and make trouble." ”