"Liar!" Zeng Zhizhi said with a smile, "What do I need so many tour guides and logistics staff to do when I go on a tour, and carry me away, hehe, you think I am an eighty-year-old old lady?...... Alright, alright, no kidding. You can take notes on the number of the electronic product pass guò certification. ”

After carefully writing down the certification number, Jiang Xinwei asked Zeng Hetao about his physical condition again, and asked her about purchasing the third batch of electronic components for them, and then hung up the phone.

He put the European and American certification marks he had prepared in advance into an envelope with the number he had just written down, and asked Director Wei to inform Chen Zhongqiang to come over. Chen Zhongqiang, who didn't want to be in charge of supporting and outsourcing, was not in the company, and he was not at ease when these materials containing English were handed over to others (such as Director Wei) to handle them, so Jiang Xinwei had to ride a bicycle to the printing factory by himself.

He was greeted by a technical director of the printing house.

The other party looked at the things Jiang Xinwei handed him, and asked a little puzzled, "These are the things you want to print?"

Jiang Xinxu replied, "That's it." This page is supplemented by the previous manual, and an additional page is printed. These are printed on small pieces of self-adhesive paper, which I will stick to the telephone. …… How long are you going to print these things?"

The director smiled: "Just these things, they can be printed in half a day." …… , Mr. Jiang, these things are really useful?"

Jiang Xinwei said: "With these, it means that our telephone can be sold in the European and American markets, and there is no threshold. Those who know how to read it can rest assured, and it doesn't matter if those who don't know how to read it or not. …… , everything is ready, can the manual be printed and bound tomorrow?"

The supervisor nodded and said, "Yes, I know you are in a hurry, in the past, the content that your company gave us was printed in addition to Japanese and Arabic, and we will be able to print them this afternoon." In the evening, workers were arranged to bind. Won't you tell me that you only need 5,000 copies for the time being? Tomorrow at noon, and tomorrow afternoon you can come and pick up the goods. …… When will the balance be paid to us?"

Jiang Xinwei said with a smile: "Don't worry, we promise to pay according to the time specified in the contract." Money can be owed by other companies, and you certainly won't owe money. ”

The director also smiled and said, "I'm also saying, I know that your foreign-funded company has money. The main reason is that I am afraid that you will forget too much. Hehe. ”

After finishing the work of the printing house, Jiang Xinwei rode his bicycle back to his company, and did not ride far before he suddenly found that the road in front of him was full of people, and the originally not spacious road was crowded with bicycles, motorcycles, several cars and even large trucks.

Jiang Xinxu had to slow down his ride and slowly stop with the cyclist in front of him. He craned his neck to look as he pushed the cart forward, but because of the large number of people and the distance, he couldn't see anything at all, and the shouting from front was not clear. I could tell the cry of a little girl.

At this time, a middle-aged man squeezed out of this side while carrying a plastic bag of things, and answered an acquaintance on a bicycle who was blocked on the road, "...... , there is nothing bad, it is the Yang family's three turtles that show their strength. Guo Xinyun must have been unlucky this time, hey, what's really wrong with this world......"

He lamented as he left: "Why doesn't this god have long eyes? What a ......."

Hearing his words, several people next to him talked about it:

"The three brothers of the Yang family are too much of a thing. Those who are leaders really don't know how to like them. ”

"People are rich. Contracted the demolition of the entire Yiyang City, who is as rich as his family?"

"10,000 households, right?"

"Cut! 10,000 households? Do you think 10,000 households have money? They earn more than 10,000 yuan a day. Raising so many people, not to mention paying salaries, is to eat and eat a poor 10,000 yuan household. ”

"Who is Guo Xinyun, how dare you fight them?"

"Who knows? He is not a fool, it must be someone from the Yang family who bullied him. ”

"The three sons of the Yang family, one is worse than the other. If it had been a few years earlier, they would have been severely shot. ”

"How do you know that the country will not be strict in the future? Maybe the next time it will be their death. ”

"It would be good if the three turtles of the Yang family became the three ghosts of the Yang family as soon as possible. ”

……

Jiang Xinwei, the three turtles of the Yang family, has also heard a little, their parents are really lazy in choosing names, the eldest son is called Yang Dagui, and the second son is called Yang Ergui. The third son's name is Yang Sangui. They are all burly and tall, stealing chickens and dogs all day long, and their reputation is getting worse and worse. When they were not famous, the neighbors called them the Yang family Sanlang, and when they became famous, they were called the Yang family three turtles, and then they were called the Yang family three ghosts.

Many people gritted their teeth at their behavior, but there were also many people who were full of envy for them, envious that they were rich and powerful, and that they had a good relationship with the leaders, and that they were majestic wherever they went.

You must know that there are fewer cars now, fewer private cars, fewer people who can drive, fewer women who can drive, and even fewer women who can drive private cars.

Jiang Xinwei is a traverser, no matter how rich the Yang family is, the women of the Yang family can drive again, he can't make a wave in his heart, and he listens to it, and he doesn't feel at ease. Although the people around him were full of righteous indignation when they were talking now, he didn't think so, just listened silently, and patiently followed the person in front of him to push the cart forward.

Slowly, he heard a general idea from the conversation of the surrounding crowd, especially the people who came in front of him: a man named Guo Xinyun went to school after work at noon to pick up his daughter who was studying for lunch, the father and daughter were talking happily on the bicycle, and the daughter kept telling about the school teachers and classmates.

Unexpectedly, he rushed into a car from behind and knocked down Guo Xinyun's bicycle, not only did Guo Xinyun fly up from the bicycle and hit the roadside drain, but his daughter also rolled down to the road.

The person who drove the car not only did not apologize, but scolded Guo Xinyun, saying that his bicycle scratched the car and asked Guo Xinyun to pay for the car's repair fee.

Guo Xinyun, who got up from the drainage ditch, naturally didn't do anything, so he quarreled with the other party, and two more men got down from the car, and without saying a word, they punched and kicked Guo Xinyun, and the scene was chaotic. Guo Xinyun is only one person, and he has to protect his daughter, although he resisted desperately, but he was quickly knocked to the ground.

The movement here attracted a lot of spectators, and soon some people recognized that the three beaters were Yang Jiazaburo's subordinates, and everyone dared not speak out about their actions, so they could only look at Guo Xinyun who fell to the ground and was beaten with sympathetic eyes, and looked at the little girl who was crying, and they didn't even dare to go up to persuade them. At most, some of them whispered a few curses and spat on the ground while they turned their backs on the trio's gaze.

Jiang Xinwei didn't know much about the situation, and he didn't want to know about the situation, he just wanted to rush back to the company as soon as possible to design and develop his wireless paging and transmitting system. He slowly followed the moving crowd in front of him.

After not walking a few steps, Jiang Xinwei suddenly noticed a black shadow flying towards him, he instinctively twisted his body to the side, and then saw that it was a child's schoolbag flying in.

"Bang!" the bag slammed down on the road with a muffled sound, spilling some books and a broken stationery box inside.

Just when people were surprised why a schoolbag was flying, another black shadow flew over.

Jiang Xinwei looked at it, and it turned out to be a bicycle without a front wheel, and there was a vegetable basket made of wire in front of it. He hurriedly pushed the man next to him who was still looking at his schoolbag, and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

"Boom!" The sound of the bicycle smashing on the road was much bigger than that of a school bag, and many people were startled and ran around in horror. The bicycle slammed on the ground and jumped up, and when it fell down again, several small parts splashed out, and a nut hit the forehead of a man who couldn't escape.

The hapless spectator let out a scream, and blood spurted out.

Now people are so frightened that they run away, and some people are so scared that they don't even want bicycles.

The road was empty, and only Jiang Xinwei was left alone in the middle of the road, and he stared at the direction of the bicycle thrown in front of him, but unfortunately because a truck blocked the view, he couldn't see anything at all, only heard the cry of a little girl and the roar of several men beating people.

The child's crying was extremely poignant, which made Jiang Xinwei, who didn't want to take care of things, unbearable, he didn't run away, pushed the bicycle and walked a few steps forward, walking in the direction where the child's cry came from.

Soon a man with a bloody face stumbled out of the back of the truck, and then three swearing men came after him, either with iron rods or sticks, and one with a big wrench in his hand, and he ran at the rear, limping with his right leg, as if wounded.

Jiang Xinwei was hesitating whether to make a move, and a little girl also cried and chased out: "Dad, run...... , the police are coming and arresting the bad guys, the bad guys beat my father-"

The little girl was covered in dust and had a lot of blood on her face, and she was screaming in vain.

The guy who was running behind with the wrench estimated that he was injured and couldn't catch up with the man who was running away, cursed in front of him, and then turned and walked towards the little girl who was running and crying and shouting.

Seeing the murderer walking towards her, the little girl's face was full of horror, but she still continued to chase after her father, still crying out in pain and worry: "Daddy run! Daddy run......

What Jiang Xinwei never expected was that the guy who held the wrench actually hit the wrench at the little girl: "Little wave hoof, Lao Tzu told you to shout, Lao Tzu told you to shout." Didn't you bite Lao Tzu just now?!"

How could a little girl withstand the wrench swept by an adult man? Her thin body quickly rolled to the ground, blood splattered on her face, and she involuntarily let out a miserable scream: "Ahhhhh

(Thanks to Sunset Xiaowu, Hehe Weilong, and Kuài Luo I's rewards, thanks to the monthly pass of the blood-vomiting bookworm Lin Ding, ask for recommendations) (To be continued......) R1292