I said, "Call Secretary Fang and let him take care of it." ”

The director nodded slightly, I frowned and looked at the fat driver of the Land Rover, and before I could open my mouth to investigate, he took the lead in scolding: ", how did you park the car, you guys, look at my car!

I looked at the director and I looked at each other. Dare to let us compensate him for hitting our car?

I wanted to rush forward and reason with him, but the director pulled my arm and said, "Don't waste your tongue with such unreasonable people!"

The fat man pinched his waist and started to call: Zhang Qiang, my car was hit, call a few buddies to come over Sun Zhencheng, my car was hit, you arranged for someone to come and have a look, it was at the door of the Starlight Library on Starlight Street. Yes, yes, hurry up, don't let them run Niu Er, my car was hit by someone on Starlight Street, come over to cheer, and, call your brother-in-law

The fat man made several calls in one go.

I couldn't help but smile wryly in my heart, thinking that in this year, classic men can be seen everywhere. Obviously he drove into us, but instead distorted the facts, saying that his car was hit!

I coughed lightly, ignored the director's advice, stepped forward, and confronted the fat man, "You say, who hit whom?"

The fat man glared at me unfriendly: "It's not good to park, can Lao Tzu spend driving? Don't fucking nonsense, lose money!"

My fists clenched violently, and at this time there were already many passers-by around, but there was no traffic police.

I frowned and said, "Clean your mouth for me!" Originally, I was lazy to waste time to let you repair the car, but today I look at your attitude, this car, I not only want you to repair it, but also let you pay for the smell of your stinky mouth!"

The fat man glanced me up and down a few times with disdain, and slapped the prominent belly: "What, you want to fight?

I said fiercely: "Hitting you is like stepping on an ant!"

The fat man obviously thundered at my big words, he stroked his big belly that was ten months pregnant, leaned back with a smile, pointed at me and said, "I've seen you looking for death, but I haven't seen you looking for death like this!" He rolled up his sleeves and staggered towards me.

I smiled indifferently and waited for him to get closer.

When he came at him with a punch the size of a punching bag, I raised my hand and grabbed his wrist.

With a backhand, two slaps bloomed in his face.

The fat man was beaten, reached out and stroked his cheek, turned around like a rabbit and ran, ran to his car, opened the door, and took out a bladed machete more than a foot long from it.

I heard the crowd of onlookers behind me start to discuss: "Hey, that's not, isn't that the son of the bureau chief?"

"yes, yes, that's him. My daughter and he were classmates, and he used to drive a horse six when he was in school, and now he has changed to cross-country?"

"It's not a good bird at first glance, rich boy, huh. ”

“”

Only then did I know that it was no wonder that this fat man was so horizontal, it turned out to be a well-known second-generation official.

The second generation of the waiting official approached with a machete, and everyone's discussion stopped invariably.

The second generation of officials stood horizontally in front of me like a crab, and the bright machete was shining with a cold light.

Many people who could not see the bloodshed left the place in fright. Most of the people who stayed here to watch the excitement were neutrals, who did not express their opinions, did not persuade or help anyone, and only cared about watching with two eyes.

The director raised his hand behind his back, shook his head slightly, and said to me, "Don't waste time with him, let's go." ”

I kneaded my nose and said, "This momentum, even if we want to, we can't go! You see, all the fox friends and dog friends he greeted have already rushed over!"

At this time, I saw that hundreds of meters away, several cars were approaching at a rapid pace. With speculation, it should be the fox friends who the second generation of officials just called!

The director took out the phone, "I also moved the rescuers, hmph, it's really troublesome to encounter this." ”

I said, "You still need to do this kind of thing, and I'll settle it alone." ”

After finishing speaking, the second generation of the official had already rushed over with a knife.

To a certain extent, I know a lot of the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich. Some rich sons, relying on their parents' ability and wealth, act recklessly outside and provoke right and wrong. To take the simplest example, Chen Fusheng's son Chen Yuanze is a typical representative, Chen Yuanze has aroused public anger many times because of his arrogance and domineering, but compared with the second generation of officials who opened Land Rover, it really seems a little insignificant. The chubby second-generation official in front of him is simply a scoundrel, obviously he made a mistake, but he wanted to force others to compensate him, and even took out a machete to kill the world!

This world is the world of rich people, rich and powerful, killing people and robbing goods, can be beautified as helping the world and saving people, it doesn't matter if you don't have money or power, even if it is to help others, it will be scandalized as disrupting social order.

My disgust with these arrogant second-generation officials is no less than that of those socialist moth-eaters and corrupt officials! Therefore, at the moment when the fat man waved his knife, I hastily decided: I want to teach him a long lesson!

I can see that the second generation of officials has no signs of softness and mercy, maybe many people think that he took out a machete just to scare and scare people, but in fact, the first time he slashed, he cut straight to my head!

When the onlookers realized the seriousness of the matter, they couldn't help but exclaim at the same time.

And I, on the other hand, did not dodge.

I stood straight and didn't even blink my eyes.

It wasn't until the machete was only twenty or thirty centimeters above my head that I jerked back, kicked and quickly hit the wrist of the second official.

The second generation of the official groaned, took two steps back, looked at me fiercely, and continued to swing his knife and slash.

I responded calmly, and when I saw a vacancy, I performed a spinning sweep and swept straight into the chin of the second generation of officials!

The machete was lost by him.

I turned around and caught it.

The second generation of the official was knocked down, and he got up instead, looked at me in shock, and didn't say anything for a long time.

I gritted my teeth and felt the urge to rush up and beat him up.

The Director tugged at my arm, and I restrained my attack, holding the machete in my hand to my chest.

Seeing that he was not my opponent, the second generation of the official was surprised and resentful in his eyes, he looked at me, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay! Remember, I will remember it for you! Boy, if you don't die today, I won't be the son of the director!"

Maybe he was so excited that he reported his father's identity all at once!

At this moment, it is estimated that the probability of his father being doxxed is relatively large.

I took a step forward, stared at the second generation of officials, and said, "Is the director very awesome? A small director of the city bureau, the son, can be lawless?"

I deliberately paused to increase the deterrent effect of this statement, and the effect of a pun.

My words immediately aroused the anger of the onlookers, and in recent years, many ordinary people have hatred of officials, and seeing that I am so fearless of power, they all began to support me and support me with their hearts and eyes.

But in fact, my words inadvertently punned on Director You, who coughed lightly, and I immediately understood, and hurriedly explained to Director You softly: "Don't get me wrong, don't misunderstand!"

The director smiled slightly awkwardly, but did not speak.

I put the captured machete up in my hand, then bowed my body, and slammed the blade into my thigh.

Click, crisp, the machete was suddenly broken in two!

The crowd of onlookers was stunned!

The second generation of the official was also stunned! He stretched out his hand to stroke his lower abdomen, looked at me, and a few traces of saliva were dripping from the corners of his mouth.

What a sight!

At this time, those fox friends and dog friends of the second generation of officials also drove to the airport and found a place to stop at random.

Four cars, two luxury Buicks, one luxury Mercedes, and one, are police cars.

More than a dozen people quickly got out of the car and rushed straight to the side of the second generation of officials.

However, the three uniformed policemen in the police car were a little calmer, and walked over with a majestic and righteous attitude.

I can see that these dozen or so people have met the second generation of officials, all of them are like mice seeing cats, nodding their heads, desperately patting their asses and asking for warmth, and then they all glared at me and Director You, looking like they were going to war.

They didn't take the guys, but a dozen or so ruffian-shaped youths stood in a random row, which was also very intimidating.

In particular, the three comrades of the police officers came over almost leisurely.

When they saw the Audi 8 next to us, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The public security system, especially the traffic police system, knows what the Audi 8 means. There was once a saying in the traffic police department: It is better to stop Mercedes-Benz than to mess with Audi.

Not to mention the Audi 8!

One of the three police officers withdrew, returned straight to the second officer, nodded and whispered a few words in his ear.

But the second generation of officials didn't take it seriously at all, and scolded us: "Deal with him, deal with them! I'll take care of it if something happens! Do you still need me to call my father? Just treat them as officials, can they be bigger than my father?"

So arrogant, so shameless!

If it weren't for personal experience, who would have thought that this second generation of officials would be arrogant to this step!

Spirited! Spirited, Spirited, Wonderful, Amazing?

This kind of second-generation official, who does not do his job properly, might as well be dragged out and shot, so as not to endanger society and discredit officialdom. It is estimated that his father is already dark enough, and if he is so clean, it will not be too far from being suspended and investigated!

At this moment, I really want to go on a killing spree and fight these guys who don't know the height of the sky. The hands are itchy, and the heart is itchy.

To a certain extent, this may be able to vent some of the grievances and pressure in my heart.

More than a dozen young men surrounded me and Director You, who patted his hands lightly and smiled lightly, but did not speak.

I gritted my teeth, took the lead in standing in front of Director You, frowned at them and asked, "What, you want to beat me in groups?"