This shout, as if he saw his father being moved bricks, scared Li Xian. When I turned my head, I saw a traffic policeman wearing an overcoat, but no armed belt and a hat, running over.

It seems that the traffic policeman was hiding in the children's book booth next to him, and when he ran over, he was still holding a small yellow book with a very exciting cover in his hand.

When they all ran to the place, they felt that the things in their hands were not suitable, so they hurriedly rolled them up and stuffed them into their coat arms.

Before Santana.

When the little traffic policeman saw his head coming, he thought he was asking about the situation, and immediately said in a loud voice the situation just now and the monk's unlicensed driving. But he didn't want to, the old traffic policeman ran to the front, and without saying a word, he slapped him over.

Seeing that his hat was overturned and fell to the ground, the little traffic policeman was stunned.

"Ginger group, this ......"

Seeing the little traffic policeman's face full of grievances, the traffic policeman surnamed Jiang glared: "Don't talk! You haven't done anything you wanted, what are you still arguing about?"

After teaching his subordinates, the traffic policeman surnamed Jiang immediately changed his smile, bowed to the monk in the back seat of Santana's car, and folded his hands and said, "Master Shi Neng is really embarrassed." Xiao Wang's new arrival has only been on duty for a few days, and I will definitely clean him up when I go back!"

"Amitabha. On the back seat of Santana, the old monk also folded his hands and saluted: "There is no wrong or right in everything, no good and no evil equal." The little comrade just now also acted according to his heart, and asked the comrades not to be overly persistent,"

"Master Sharon is right, right. Hearing the monk's admonition, the old traffic policeman hurriedly bowed. Seeing that the surroundings were already full of people and blocking the way of the car, he sued the car again, turned around and shouted to drive the crowd away and clear the way.

With no obstacles ahead, Santana restarted and continued on the road crookedly.

When the car passed in front of Li Xian, the window behind him had just been raised, and Li Xian opened his mouth wide when he saw the old monk with his eyes slightly closed and holding a rosary.

Although it was just a glimpse, he clearly saw that the old monk's left ear was flat. Underneath the full temples, only one ugly piercing remains. Look at it, it's like someone has cut it with a knife!

Over there, seeing Santana walking away, the old traffic policeman wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at the little traffic policeman who was still aggrieved on the side, and kicked it over.

"Still not convinced?!"

"How can I convince me? Uncle, the monk is missing an arm and doesn't have a driver's license, what if something happens on the road?"

"A calf should play!" The old traffic policeman didn't care, and when he hated iron and steel, he twisted the little traffic policeman's ears again, "You said, did you remember the 165 special license plates I asked you to carry last week?"

"No, I don't remember it all. "The little traffic police have no confidence.

"Did you remember that Santana just now?" the old traffic policeman patted his nephew on the neck again, "Remember, it's Master Huineng of Ciyun Temple's car, can't you stop hearing it in the future?"

The little traffic policeman was as good as a stream, nodded, picked up his hat on the ground, and returned to the traffic post in the old traffic policeman's reprimand.

Fortunately, there are not many cars on Bingcheng Street, and more than ten minutes have passed, and there has been no jam or anything.

The pedestrians around saw that they were no longer lively, and they all dispersed in twos and threes.

After seeing the old traffic policeman teach his nephew a lesson, he walked to the book booth on the side, and Li Xian followed.

"Comrade. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it over, "I'll ask you about something." ”

The old traffic policeman turned around and saw the China in Li Xian's hand, but he stopped, took the cigarette and lit it with the fire handed by Li Xian, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and asked, "What's the matter?"

Li Xian pointed in the direction where the black Santana was gone, "That monk just now...... Seems pretty powerful?"

"Hey!" Maybe it's the face of China, the old traffic policeman wrapped his hands in a cotton coat, saw that there were no outsiders around, and said with a smile: "The little brother is not local, right?"

Li Xian shook his head.

"This Huineng master is very powerful, and his origin is not small. Many leaders have an illness or a disaster in their families, and they all have to go to the master to pray for a blessing and make a meritorious service. If you want to move a house, repair a yard, move an office, or have a toilet in your hometown, you have to ask him to see feng shui. You say that we can afford to provoke such a person?"

Hearing the old traffic policeman's "popular science", Li Xian was stunned.

That......

That's a monk?

Feng Shui is ...... It seems to be the work of a Taoist priest, right?!

This world is really wonderful.

Standing on the street, Li Xian smacked his lips, carried a bag containing two local stalls of literature, and stopped a taxi in a trance.

He was ready to go home, squatting in the toilet to study this strange era.

……

may be when Li Xian squatted in the toilet and criticized the two stall literatures that although the three views were not correct, there were still some dry goods at the high and low.

It is located in the Bingcheng Development Zone, in a small western-style building in Nangang.

The development zone that the old Bingcheng people said is actually not one. Instead, it is composed of two parts: Bingcheng Economic and Technological Development Zone and Bingcheng High-tech Industrial Development Zone.

The Economic and Technological Development Zone is one of the 49 national economic and technological development zones, which were completed in 91. The High-tech Industrial Development Zone is one of the 54 state-level high-tech industrial development zones, which was completed in 88.

However, there is not much difference between these two parts in the eyes of the people of Bingcheng.

Because no matter where it is, there are now the richest people and companies in the ice city. It's the rich area.

Among the western-style buildings, the lights on the first floor were not turned on, and it was pitch black. But on the second floor, it was a different lively scene.

The living room of Nuoda is full of smoke, and the two tables of mahjong are rubbing.

Wang Chunmei, the manager of the public relations department of Lin Yuan Group, carried a plate of fruit and walked to a table near the master bedroom on the second floor with a smile, "I'll just say you men, what is there to smoke in this cigarette? Why is the addiction so big? Look at the smell of smoke in the whole room." Come, eat some fruit and quench your thirst. ”

"Manager Wang, you don't know this. On the table, Qin Zhandong, director of the General Project Department of Sen, typed out a 40,000 sheet, looked at the long legs tightly wrapped in leggings, and said with a smile: "Men can't do without cigarettes." ”

"What do you say?" Wang Chunmei blinked.

"It's ringing. Qin Zhandong picked up a two-cylinder shot by Huang Yingying, "Look, we grew up with RT when we were young." Now if you don't let us smoke cigarettes, then Manager Wang will bring something else over for me to smoke?"

"Oh, Qin, why are you so responsive!" Wang Chunmei immediately understood, and her two little feet wearing cotton slippers stomped twice on the ground, and said coquettishly: "It's so bad!"

"Hahaha," over there, Huang Yingying typed out a five-strip, "Xiao Wang, Qin has this problem, you can be satisfied!"

Qin Zhandong stretched out his hand, "I'll be satisfied later!"

"Look at it, when you mention this, Lao Qin's luck has come up!" Huang Yingying joked at the right time.

After laughing for a while, taking advantage of the shuffle, Huang Yingying skimmed Qin Zhandong, who was sitting opposite, "Brother Qin, can the matter of the Lin Quan project be settled now?"

Qin Zhandong poked the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray indiscriminately, looked at Huang Yingxing, and smiled.

"It's hard to say, there are a lot of people in Lin Quan now. The people who came over also had heads and faces, and it was quite difficult for me to do it. ”

Looking at Qin Zhandong's sly gaze, Huang Yingying sneered in his heart.

On the face, it was a different splendor.

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