Chapter 207: Common Language

"What about them...... Ahem...... And then they brought a case of beer back from the commissary and chatted all night. ”

In the comprehensive security office, Officer Xu Yifeng, who was on duty, tried his best to get rid of the problem of coughing and concentrate. Opposite him, sat the "old man who sold discs" Yugong who was "caught and educated" by him.

This morning, there was a live promotion in the southeast corner of the market. A communication product manufacturer has set up a simple platform there in advance, and at this time, a male host is standing on the stage with a microphone in hand, imitating the tone of a famous comedian in Northeast China to incite the audience, mainly middle-aged and elderly onlookers. He picked up a few items from the piles of goods behind him, glared at them and praised them, and mixed them with sensible words such as "gratitude and feedback" and "dedication to customers". Then, while whetting everyone's appetite with the so-called original price, he repeatedly emphasized that what he had in his hand was the "lowest price discount" or even "free gift", and "the quantity is limited, while supplies last", which provoked the audience to stretch out their arms and squeeze forward without waiting for him to explain how to distribute them.

Several other people in charge of security in the vegetable market are near the platform, called to ensure safety, but in fact they are there to join in the fun. After all, there are no more than 20 middle-aged and elderly friends who insist on listening to this boast near the stage, and their attitude towards the giveaways of this manufacturer that is not a famous brand is not as fanatical as that when fans see the movie star, and the host also knows how to measure, not only will provoke the audience's emotions, but also calm them down in time. So the probability of an accident at this event is very small.

On the contrary, Comrade Xu, who stayed in the core area of the market, received a report during a routine patrol, and thus caught an old man selling pirated CDs at the west entrance of the market. Because of the horrible content of the CDs he sold, Officer Xu decided not only to fine him, but also to take him back to the office for "serious criticism and education."

After the Ghost BMW incident, Yu Gong gave an order: the foul team suspended all all-hands gatherings, except in preparation for organizing a sortie with the participation of all members. This is naturally to prevent being touched by an opponent who doesn't know who it is. At the same time, he also asked members to pay more attention to confidentiality and security when meeting with each other in small areas. So, when he heard the prospective letter that he was going to carry out promotional activities, Xing Tian, who was familiar with the habits of those young colleagues, immediately thought of this method. The people who reported Yugong were three guys who used to sell discs in the market, and after Xingtian took Yugong back to the office, he immediately locked the door.

"Ahem...... What did they talk about?" Yu Gong sighed with a smile.

That night, Shang Yiming and Zheng Haohui had only one topic: their father.

"Yes, yes, hahahaha!" Zheng Haohui laughed out loud after a wine burp, "And what, and ...... Does he just hear that your opinion is inconsistent with his, and instead of thinking about whether what you say is reasonable on the whole, he picks out even the slightest fault to refute you?" "That's right!" Shang Yiming slapped his thigh with his left hand, which was not holding the wine can, "And if you dare to question his refutation, he will then use threatening and probably hurtful words to silence your words." "yes, yes. What is hard to hear. ”

Shang Yiming should be glad that the old neighbor next door still didn't come back to live this night, otherwise the friendship between the three generations of the two families for decades would probably be seriously damaged because of the noise between him and Zheng Haohui.

"And what about doing something wrong? I mean, he's doing something wrong, compared to what you're doing wrong. Zheng Haohui shook the can, stretched out his hand to "touch the can" with Shang Yiming. Shang Yiming hurriedly raised the jar and touched it. Both of them took a sip, and Shang Yiming said, "Good question." If something goes wrong with his own affairs, he will find all kinds of objective reasons as excuses, and if something goes wrong with me, it will become a problem of my willpower and even my personality. What about you?" Zheng Haohui thought for a while and said, "My words, almost, he insisted that it was my personality or something wrong with his thinking. Insist, well, it's too appropriate. He'd bite me at what I called them, and he would crack and curse me so much that I was bleeding. There were even a few times, in my dreams, he was scolding me and waking me up. "Huh......? And what about him?" "As for him, hum, I've never heard him admit that he's done anything wrong. Of course, there are times when things smash the pot, but the fault will eventually be attributed to the people around him by his mouth, no surprise, hum!"

"Alas!" Dante smiled bitterly and asked tentatively, "Then you will have to face him again when you go back this time, right?" "Yes, don't be afraid, I'm ready." Zheng Haohui shook his arm suddenly, and accidentally spilled the little wine left in the hearing, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." "It's fine. You say you're ready, what are you going to prepare?" "Get ready to face him." ”

Dante didn't ask any further questions, but turned his head back at their father: "Actually, they are what people often call double standards, one set for others and another for themselves. "Well said! Not only for others, but for yourself. Zheng Haohui shook the newly opened wine, "Let's put it this way, it should be a standard to teach others a lesson, and it is another standard to actually do it yourself." Can you understand?" Shang Yiming nodded as if he didn't understand, and added: "I think there is a deeper level, that is: only what he does and the way he acts is the most in line with the truth, and everything that he is not used to and is inconsistent with his behavior and philosophy is all problematic and deserves to be criticized or ridiculed by him." "Tut-tut......" Zheng Haohui savored these words, "Yes, those who follow others prosper, and those who oppose others die." "It's not a simple contradiction between going along with him and not going along with him, but it reflects a deep-rooted psychology in him: extreme self-centeredness and self-righteousness. Think of yourself as almost equal to the truth. "Haha!" Zheng Haohui smiled presumptuously, licking between his teeth and saying, "Learning Chinese is different, so good at dissecting human nature." "To be precise, it's not an autopsy, it's a matter of everyday observation. I have to admit that he was right on some of life's big things. But for every little thing, he is still so self-righteous, it is really ...... "For example, when he eats ramen, he likes to eat wide noodles, so he has to boast about how wide and fragrant it is, and how thin it is not good, and how it has no taste. Also, he likes TV dramas with rural themes, so he said that the character portrayal and plot arrangement of the TV series are at the same level as the novels of Lu Xun and Balzac, and he doesn't like to watch spy movies, so he thinks that people will become psychologically dark when watching this kind of film, and finally get ...... In the end, he lives in the shadows like those spies. Shang Yiming knew that his words were wrong, and hurriedly said: "The funniest thing is that when others casually praise something or something that he is proud of, he naively thinks that people praise it for the same reasons as him, and then deduce that the thing he appreciates has a universal meaning." "Hey, hey. Zheng Haohui sneered, "My dad is not so sentimental, but someone will think of the reason for praising him and say it before he wants to boast." ”

Zheng Haohui stretched his waist and suddenly listened intently as if he heard something. Dante didn't see it, and lowered his head to sip his wine, convinced that he hadn't heard anything. After about two minutes, Zheng Haohui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I really didn't expect it, we have more in common." ”

Shang Yiming didn't expect that his alcohol consumption turned out to be quite large, and he didn't feel a little dizzy until this time. While he was still relatively conscious, he said: "There is one more point, I don't know if we are the same." "What?" "What are you going to tell him what you said about him today?" "No." Zheng Haohui replied affirmatively. "Neither will I. Dante scratched his chin and said, "At most, I will confide in my mother in more tactful terms." Even though it didn't change much to tell her, thankfully she was able to at least listen to me first. ”

Boom! Zheng Haohui's wine can fell to the ground, and the beer inside spilled on the ground. Dante was startled when he saw him bend down and cover his face with his hands. "Uh......h Woo. He let out a low sob.

Dante remembered the day at the wedding when he learned that his bride was missing.