"Okay, Brother Can, bring me one hundred and thirty catties of watermelon first, and I'll buy it back and eat it." An Ruyi chatted for a while, felt that it was rude to talk in the car, opened the car door and jumped down.

An Ruyi's body is a little Maitreya, her ears are hanging down, she looks quite blessed, she is wearing a sports shirt, and a pair of Anta sneakers on her feet, she is dressed a little nondescript, which makes people laugh, but Su Can saw a trace of essence in his smiling eyes.

This is definitely a ruthless stubble, under the seemingly kind appearance, but there is a throbbing and restless blood, Situ Xingwen's insidiousness is still too tender compared to An Ruyi, An Ruyi's smile is the kind that makes you feel like a spring breeze, and it is a person like him who is harmless to humans and animals.

"Third uncle, someone bought watermelon, one hundred and thirty pounds." Su Can turned his head and called Su Fang.

At the same time, I was thinking, the average watermelon is about eleven or twelve catties, and one hundred and thirty catties is more than ten watermelons, buy it back and eat it yourself? You're ghosted......

"Uh-huh, here it is." Su Fang got up and walked over, looked at An Ruyi slightly, and began to pick ripe watermelons in the carport and put them on.

An Ruyi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stretched out his hand to give one to Su Can.

Su Can glanced at Su Fang, who was loading watermelons in the carport, shook his head with a smile, and refused: "There are elders, it's not good to smoke." ”

An Ruyi nodded and said, "I didn't expect it." He didn't have any unhappy and annoyed expressions, but thought that it was his own mistake, which Su Can's words would never do.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"No hard work, no hard work." An Ruyi said.

No matter what the purpose is, if you sell watermelons, you must say thank you, and this favor should be recorded.

"It's definitely a wonderful person to be able to have such a good relationship with Mu Shao, Brother Can, it seems that I have to deal with you well." An Ruyi is a self-cooked character, originally smoked a cigarette, but later saw Su Can's elders there, so he threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and said: "Brother Can, if there is anything you can contact in the county in the future, brother, I can definitely help." ”

"Well, thanks." Su Can knows that these people seem to be very kind, but they are actually very proud in their bones, if you don't convince him, he won't take you seriously.

These people are like that, always holding their heads high that seem to be nobler than men.

"Brother Can, how much is the watermelon?" An Ruyi said.

"45.5 yuan, erase it and give it to 5 cents." Su Can weighed it with that kind of scale, and then said.

"It's money." An Ruyi gave Su Can a fifty piece, Su Can took out the money bag to find money, An Ruyi said forget it, Su Can insisted on finding a five-yuan one for An Ruyi.

"Okay, Brother Can, there will be a period later." An Ruyi's fat face was full of joy, sat on the Passat, said hello to Su Can and left.

Not far away, the three chengguan stood at the foot of the stinky ditch, their eyes almost popping out, and they all saw a look of horror in their eyes. If the license plate of the Passat is not mistaken, it should be the car of An Jiuye, a wealthy businessman in the county, my good boy, that fat boy can take his car, there must be an unusual relationship.

What is the origin of this big uncle and nephew?

But before they could finish their horrors—

Another black low-key Audi car slowly drove away, this time it was a white and clean boy, out of the back seat of the car, he also said hello to the boy from the watermelon stall, seemed to be chatting about something, and after a while, he bought more than 100 catties of watermelon, and left in a chic manner.

Sanzi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, grunted in his throat, and turned his neck stiffly, wanting to say something, but found that the old chengguan was already sluggish.

"That's the car of Director Zhang, the third-in-command of the Civil Affairs Bureau." The ordinary-looking city pipe has a reason.

In just ten minutes, seven or eight different cars came one after another, some of the cars looked very ordinary, but the license plates were very conspicuous, basically they were all characters who could walk sideways from the county, in this small county town on the third and fourth lines, it can be said that they were big people who stood up to the sky.

"Oh my God, this is the Education Bureau's car?"

"Uh-huh, kind of like?"

"So what is this ......? This license plate is a bit familiar, and I can't remember it for a while...... That's right, isn't it the deputy county magistrate's car? ”

Identifying license plates that can walk sideways in the county is something that both the chengguan and the traffic police need to do, and sometimes, because you accidentally get on those officials, so the old people will teach each new chengguan a trick or two.

The third son held a small book, on which many license plates were densely written, and compared them one by one. In the end, I found that there were basically all the cars that came.

"The uncle and nephew who want us to make trouble, what kind of god is it?" If it weren't for the caution before, he didn't rush over to confiscate other people's watermelon stalls recklessly, and hit the muzzle of the gun, and any person in it can take off his hat lightly, and a random phone call can make the director of the city management scold you to death, do you still want to be a city manager? Eat the leopard's gall, it's really crooked.

The older chengguan became more and more scared the more he thought about it, but fortunately he had more eyes. This old generation is using us as a gun, purely to frame us.

The old generation was as thin as a bamboo pole and had no fleshy body, trembling like a sieve, showing his big yellow teeth and crying with a sad face, and said, "I don't know, you can't blame me." ”

The third son was furious, and evil was born from his heart, so he kicked his foot and scolded: "I told you not to know, I told you not to know." That old punch was directly pressed on the bridge of the old generation's nose, hitting him with a long nosebleed, and the old generation's body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and he couldn't resist at all.

The elder chengguan came up to persuade him, saying, "Don't beat you to death, just teach you a lesson." ”

He didn't care about the old generation being beaten, but he was afraid that the third son would kill someone and it would be difficult to clean it up, so the third son took a sip, shook his numb fist, and said: "This old bone just doesn't like the eye, let's go, buddy find a place to drink tea." Then the three chengguan walked away, leaving the old generation with a blue nose and swollen face to regret it.

The people on the street glanced indifferently and dispersed, and they could know how unpopular this old generation was here.

And what happened there, for Su Fang and Su Can, they didn't know anything about what happened there, Su Fang only knew that today's experience was like a dream, a car of more than 400 catties of watermelons was sold in one afternoon, earning more than 600 yuan, holding these banknotes, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

This is the power of power, when power and money are intertwined and burst into a fiery spark.

Su Can was extremely calm, those people just now were all found by Mu Nuanyang, and he also knew that this was a great gift from Mu Nuanyang. He also understands that the gift does not refer to the watermelons sold, but to let Xiao Yanei, the son of those officials in the county, have a preliminary impression of Su Can, which is a stepping stone to integrate into those circles.

Of course, Su Can understands that Mu Nuanyang can only help here, and whether he can make these arrogant little yamen or little gentlemen look at him differently still needs to work hard.

"Uncle San, the watermelon is sold out, let's go back. By the way, those who drive are the children of people with some status, and these social resources should be used well. Su Can thought about it and said to Su Fang.

"Sanbo, I can save it." Su Fang also nodded contemplatively.

The remnant sun is brilliant, the sunset dyes the clouds red, crushing the summer in this backward Chinese town, not only the old time, but also the memories are sealed in the mezzanine of zài memories, and then the aftertaste is smudged little by little, and the uncles and nephews are in the contrast of the sunset, the figures are longer and longer, disappearing into the mottled tree-lined streets.