Many friends, many roads, many enemies, many walls. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Fortunately, Luo Qianfan escaped the catastrophe, but the secret visit to the Xichi Farmers' Market faced a huge bottleneck.

Xichi Farmers' Market is the territory of Luo Laoguan and Guo Fatzi, they used to be in the light, and they were in the dark, but now they can't do it, if there is such a thing, as long as they go in the future, they will definitely be stared at to death. What to do?

Hu Feifei called, the interview at Hongcheng Palace did not go well, she brought a few friends to dinner, and the lobby manager said that there was no game at all. I took another "wildlife protection class" with Hu Feifei.

Halfway through the meal, Hu Feifei was unwilling, and walked to other people's kitchens, and was blasted out, and the kitchen was heavy, and outsiders were not allowed to enter. Hu Feifei spent more than 1,000 dollars, and he didn't see any wild animal hair.

"It is said that the Hongcheng Palace sells wild animals, how can there be none?" Hu Feifei asked the person who provided the clue again, and the person said conclusively: "Yes!" Absolutely! ”

One said yes, the other said no, and Hu Feifei was confused.

The bystanders were clear, and Luo Qianfan understood as soon as he heard it: "Fei Fei, the person who provided the clues must be a regular customer, the hotel is a regular customer business, if you go or not, they will have it." ”

Hu Feifei suddenly realized: "I know what to do, let them take me tomorrow!" We have to get this to the bottom of it. ”

Luo Qianfan said: "Remember to issue invoices, and let them issue invoices for the more than 1,000 spent today, and ask Director Lu for reimbursement." ”

After instructing Hu Feifei and putting down the phone, he was worried again: Will the truck that trafficked wild animals come today? How can you continue to make secret visits without being discovered? ”

It's almost 10 p.m., and it's time to go squatting again. I choked on the cold last night, so I need to prepare a little today.

Luo Qianfan prepared a large cardboard box, and prepared a broken blanket that was not used much, and took the cardboard box and broken blanket to the roof of the broken building opposite the Xichi Farmers' Market for the third time. Tear open the cardboard box and spread it on the floor as a bed, and cover it with a blanket, so that it is much more comfortable to monitor the market opposite.

Another night, with nothing, Luo Qianfan was almost crazy.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, the farmers' market gradually became lively, and Luo Qianfan was extremely tired. At the entrance of the farmer's market, a beggar was holding a torn cotton trouser in one hand and chewing a baked biscuit in the other.

In an instant, Luo Qianfan's eyes suddenly lit up, there is a way, I can pretend to be a beggar, as long as I put on good makeup, I am not afraid of Guo Fatzi and they will recognize him.

Luo Qianfan's heart seemed to have opened a door, and more than half of his exhaustion was gone.

When I was a freshman, my journalism teacher divided the class into small groups and asked each group to do an interview on any topic. One of the groups disguised themselves as beggars for an unannounced visit, and during the unannounced visit, they even got into a fight with the beggar gang.

Afterwards, the teacher commented and gave a particularly high evaluation to this group, Luo Qianfan didn't think so at that time, he felt that pretending to be a beggar was too low-end, shouldn't he be a reporter to point out the country? Shouldn't you make a big proposition? Shouldn't it influence government decision-making?

Since then, the sophomore, junior, and senior, until he joined the work, the more Luo Qianfan thought about it, the more he felt that the teacher's comments were reasonable, and the influence of decision-making did not rely on empty words and empty theories, but on solid investigation.

Luo Qianfan has read many biographies of Chinese and foreign media, and many of them have the experience of disguised as beggars and secretly visiting. Why is everyone pretending to be a beggar? For beggars are like dust, and wherever they fall, they do not attract attention.

When he was working in the imperial capital, Luo Qianfan had a colleague who disguised himself as a beggar for a secret visit, and now he can't remember what topic he did, but the fact of pretending to be a beggar made a deep impression on Luo Qianfan -- not to mention anything else, this is called dedication.

In the face of the heavily guarded Xichi Farmers' Market, perhaps only beggars can blend in.

Luo Qianfan immediately went home and had a good night's sleep first. Wake up in the afternoon, eat, and put on makeup!

The beggar has to have the appearance of a beggar, the impression of the beggar's clothes is tattered, regardless of winter and summer, it is best to have a torn cotton pants, a torn cotton jacket, the cotton jacket does not need buttons, the cotton pants have no belt, all tied by rope. His hair was sticky like a nest of grass, and his face was covered with dirt layer upon layer, and he couldn't even recognize his mother when he stood there.

In April, the cotton pants and cotton jackets are afraid that they are too hot, and the advantage is that wearing a little more is conducive to covering up the unannounced equipment, but where to find the torn cotton jackets and torn cotton pants?

In order to find these two "treasures", Luo Qianfan ran to several places to collect rags, and finally picked up two pieces from the garbage heap, which were originally army green, but now close to black. The cotton jacket was missing a sleeve, the right leg of the cotton pants was rotten at the knee, and the black cotton sleeve was stretched outside, and it was stinky three feet away.

Come on, it stinks, it's a little stinky, that's it.

Luo Qianfan took it home, first disinfected with mosquito medicine, and went to remove insects, and he couldn't get skin diseases after wearing it. After drying for half an hour, wearing it on my body, looking in the mirror, hey, more than 20 years of cultivation were all ruined on this baby clothes.

The clothes are done, it's time to clean up the hairstyle and face. There is hairspray at home, wipe a little on your hands, wipe it on your half-length hair, this warp, that collapse, it's not good, go to the community flower bed and grab two hands of soil, with grass in the soil, and then grab the hair, beggar hairstyle out of the oven.

Finally, face makeup! Washing his face in the community pond, his face was wet, he pasted dirt on his face, and when he went home and looked in the mirror, he completely became a mentally ill beggar who collected food from the garbage heap, and they couldn't recognize it even if his parents stood in front of him.

Everything was cleaned up, Luo Qianfan took out the candid camera and took it with him, adjusted the mobile phone to vibrate, went downstairs, and met the veteran upstairs and his wife on the second floor, and the two of them had expressions on their faces: "Where did you come from, who let you come here, get out!" ”

Luo Qianfan smiled secretly, bared his teeth when he passed by, scared the woman "Mom", and scolded: "The properties in the community are all ****, how can you let the stinky beggar come in......"

The blue and white apartment is at least five kilometers away from the Xichi Farmers' Market, and it is difficult for this dressed Luo Qianfan to go to the market, and he does not look good in any car, which is incompatible with his "flamboyant" identity.

I can only rely on two legs, and I am embarrassed to stride the meteor so much, slip the wall roots, walk, stop, see the trash can and turn it over, and it took more than two hours to walk to the Xichi Farmers' Market.

At this time, around five o'clock in the afternoon, the farmers' market was crowded.

"Beggar" Luo Qianfan grabbed the belt of his trousers with his left hand and swayed to the market, he tilted his head, drooled, his eyes straightened, smelly and stupid.

Seeing the two security guards with Wang Ba hanging around their necks again, the two security guards looked at him, and ignored him, so Luo Qianfan blended into the market unimpeded. I knew it was going so well, and I should have pretended to be a beggar in the first place.

Luo Qianfan visited such a big market, and everyone avoided him like a plague god. (To be continued.) )