The green-haired little brother was so pumped by him that he covered his face and didn't dare to speak.

"Do you see this scar on my face, Brother Qiang? Murderous no? This is when I was thirteen years old, and the next village Liu Bazian single-handedly, he took a kitchen knife and cut over, Lao Tzu was fearless, rushed up to him, 'click', the knife was slashed in Lao Tzu's face, Lao Tzu didn't snort, the face was embedded with a kitchen knife, chased the old Wang Ba crying dad and screamed motherly, and finally knelt on the ground to call me grandpa...... Lao Tzu is not even afraid of knives, afraid of going to jail? You let me break from prison? What will the brotherhood of the Tao think of me? Will I say that my scar is forced to admit it, and I am afraid of the strips, are we afraid of the strips? Scarqiang's last sentence was to ask his younger brothers.

"I'm afraid of a ball!" All the little brothers spoke in unison.

"Be honest, no loud noises are allowed!" The prison guards outside shouted.

"Shh......h It's all low-key, low-key, we're here to gild, not to cause trouble, to be low-key. Scar forced his finger to his mouth in silence.

At this time, someone noticed Meng Xinghui, who was leaning against the wall lazily closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, and made eye contact with the rest of the younger brothers, and several rotten boys leaned over.

"Hey, boy, how did you get in?" A rotten boy asked, in a very horizontal tone.

"Broke two dog legs!" Meng Xinghui said lightly.

"I'm going to go, look at the person you're wearing like a dog, how can you get along with a dog? It's still a prodigy! Hahaha. A bunch of rotten boys laughed.

Meng Xinghui is really too lazy to see this group of scumbags, there are always some strange things in this world, there are no brains in his head at all, he is full of shit, if you deal with such people every day, then don't stay on the earth at all, and immigrate to Namek.

This house is big enough, and after a while, two more people came in, a burly young man wearing a shabby shirt and big pants, and a black sunhat, whose facial features were mostly covered by the brim of the hat, and he couldn't see clearly, and an old man in his fifties, with a sad face, and the ravines and ravines on his face seemed to be carved with the vicissitudes of China for 5,000 years, Meng Xinghui didn't understand, how could such a person enter the bureau.

When the burly young man came in, he found a corner and lay down, his visor over his face, and he looked like he was not going to be approached.

The old man saw the gangsters with raised eyebrows, and instinctively walked around and found a place to sit next to Meng Xinghui.

"You...... Hello, take care of me. The old man greeted Meng Xinghui with a humble smile.

"Hello uncle, it's all difficult, so you're welcome." Meng Xinghui gave him a gentle smile, he has a natural sympathy for this kind of poor lower-class people, although he has also entered the bureau, but this old man is essentially different from those rotten boys who are mixed in society.

"Old man, how did you get in?" The active green-haired rotten boy couldn't stand the loneliness anymore.

"Hit ...... Hit the chengguan! The old man muttered.

Except for the burly young man who was sleeping with his head covered, everyone, including Meng Xinghui, turned their heads to stare at this old man, who was such a body, and actually dared to argue with the first army in the world, the Chengguan Legion, who "give me 3,000 chengguan, and my brother can sweep the world"? It's really unseemly.

"Old man, you bullfork! Lao Tzu's most respected and uncognizant man in his life, you are one! Scar gave the old man a thumbs up.

"It's all forced, and I won't even be allowed to set up the stalls, so I can't live anymore!" The old man sighed.

Meng Xinghui sighed, he hoped that those officials and men who appeared in the news broadcast, talking about how much chicken farts have grown, how beautiful the people's lives are, and how rapid the country's economic growth is, can hear this old man's simple but thrilling words: "They are all forced, and they are not even allowed to set up stalls, and they can't live." ”

Most people can't afford to see a doctor, can't afford to go to school, can't afford to live in a house, can't afford to eat meat, can't afford to marry a daughter-in-law, can't afford to support a mother, go out to set up a stall, and be slapped by others.

Meng Xinghui decided that if he has the opportunity to make movies in the future, he will definitely make a few movies that reflect the voices of the people at the bottom, and that kind of movie will have permanent vitality, although many people say that movies are made for the elite, ordinary people, you just show him soap operas, and so on, and there are even many kinds of arguments, thinking that the current people's cultural literacy is too low to enjoy movies, so they simply don't show them movies.

The overall cultural quality of Indians is not higher than that of Huaxia, and even the number of illiterate people is even more than that of Huaxia, but the level of movie appreciation of Indians is not inferior to that of European and American countries, how can this be said?

The key question is, if you don't show them movies at all, how can you exercise their level of appreciation? Meng Xinghui still remembers that when he was a child, open-air movies would be shown in the village every once in a while, as long as there was such an opportunity, men, women and children outside the village would carry small benches to watch movies, and the enthusiasm of Chinese people for movies was not weaker than that of any country.

Bollywood's thriving film industry is based on their huge mass base, the threshold for making movies is low, and there are many people watching them.

"It's time to eat." Meng Xinghui was thinking about it, when the prison guard opened the door and came in with a pot of thick noodles, with a few pickle leaves in the bun, and after each person gave out two buns, the prison guard went out with the basin and closed the door.

Seeing the prison guard leaving, the green hair shook over, took the burly young man, the old man, and the buns in Meng Xinghui's bowl into his bowl, and without saying a word, handed it over to Scar Qiang, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Qiang, this is all filial piety to you." The burly young man didn't seem to have woken up yet, and didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of thing at all, the old man swallowed his saliva and wanted to say something, but looking at the rotten boys with fierce faces, he lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.

"Oh, I say, what do you mean?" Meng Xinghui raised his eyebrows, he was already in a bit heavy, and at this moment he finally came to the real fire.

"Hey, your kid is coming in for the first time? Do you understand the rules? Green Hair grabbed the bun and devoured it, and said disdainfully: "Your things, you have to honor the boss here, Brother Qiang." ”

"Who sets this rule?" Meng Xinghui said coldly, his expression at the moment, if he was seen by Luo Yong who was lying on the hospital bed, he would definitely tremble, because before Meng Xinghui was about to break his legs, it was such an expression, this was the prelude to his madness, but how can these rotten people know how powerful.

"It's my scar that is strong, in the trumpet, whoever has the big fist is the boss, and whoever can set the rules." Seeing that this kid who looked like a student still dared to choke, Scar's eyes widened, and the scar on his face trembled a few times.

Meng Xinghui nodded, didn't speak, walked directly to the gang, took all the thick noodles in their bowls in his hands, walked back and sat down, and gave the old man a few.

"You...... What does this mean by Nima? A few rotten boys were stunned, and when Meng Xinghui took the buns from their bowls, they didn't react at all.

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