readx;??? Zhou Longhua was "teasing" his second son badly, and for some reason he suddenly put away his playful smile, his face was solemn and solemn, his eyes were staring at a mark carved on the tail of a street lamp pole, his lips trembled with excitement, and he yelled and ordered Zhou Han to stop immediately. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info.v.om

For as long as Zhou Han can remember, his father has been a "bad old man". Zhou Longhua has experienced the darkest days of that special era, and now he is sitting on a wealth of thousands of dollars, and he is hovering on the edge of life and death again and again in the battles of the army. There are very few things that can move Zhou Longhua, the old guy has always been cynical after seeing through life, this is the case in life, and it is also the case at work, according to Zhou Longhua's words: always be arrogant and less stable.

At this moment, Zhou Longhua completely lost his calm, and he didn't even have time to wait for Zhou Han to stop the car, and directly improved his ability as a "controller" to the extreme, and fiercely stuck the car in place, the handbrake of the car was pressed down, and the handbrake lever made of stainless steel was deeply trapped in the hard plastic workbench below.

Zhou Longhua, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, moved slightly, and the door popped open with a "bang", and the power was so great that the entire strong door actually flew away from the body, as if there was an invisible giant, reaching out and pulling the door off. Zhou Han sweated wildly, and he didn't understand how his father could lose his temper to such an extent, and poked his head out of the car window to look, fortunately, no one else noticed the situation here, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

In Zhou Han's surprised and puzzled gaze, Zhou Longhua had already stumbled to the street lamp pole, squatted down, and gently brushed his fingertips over a mark engraved on the bottom of the street lamp pole. The mark looked like a rifle with wings, and it was very rudimentary, but very expressive, revealing an evil beauty, rough but not rough, full of metal.

Half an hour later, Zhou Han finally picked up his sighing father and stuffed the broken door into the back seat so as not to attract attention. Zhou Longhua returned to the car, closed his eyes for a long time before calming down, and suddenly said to Zhou Han without a head: "Regarding the contract of Changqi, you can watch and decide for yourself!" I'm in a hurry to see an old friend now, maybe I'll go out with him to do something, but you don't have to worry about me yet......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Longhua suddenly jumped out of the car, and patted his palm on the body lightly, and this expensive and high-performance car received Zhou Longhua's instructions and suddenly rushed forward. A few seconds later, Zhou Han regained control of the car and quickly reversed the car, but Zhou Longhua had already disappeared, leaving only the flying rifle, still quietly staying under the street lamp pole.

Zhou Han was stunned for a long time in the place where his father ran away, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, and then drove away. Not long after Zhou Han left, an old man pushing a cart came over tremblingly, stuck the cart full of fruit on the lamp pole, took out a tweeter from the cardboard box under the car, and started trading here.

Because it is the time of the lunch break, the white-collar and blue-collar workers in the nearby office buildings are willing to come out to breathe, so as not to nest in the cramped office after lunch and grow a nasty fat.

So the old man's fruit stall became popular.

In other words, this old man who sells fruits is really non-mainstream, and the signboard on the board car is printed with his own portrait, and the four golden characters of "for the people's fruit industry" are particularly eye-catching. The old man's name has the distinctive characteristics of the times at that time, and he is called Wei Min, so Tian is ashamed to use the homonym of his name to become a small trader.

Wei Min is very famous in the circle of small traders in this area, this old bachelor who has never been married in his life is a typical profiteer, usually goes to the wholesale market to pick up leaks, spend the least amount of money to bring back a lot of cheap and inferior fruits, and harm consumers with shoddy goods.

Wei Min looks dry and thin with a roe deer, no two taels of flesh on the chin, sparsely with a few curved beards, it doesn't look like a good thing, but although the fruits sold by Wei Min's stall are not very good, they are better than cheap prices, and they change places with one shot, and they never stop in one area for a long time, and the business is not bad, barely able to make a living.

Early this morning, Wei Min spent dozens of yuan in the wholesale market to collect a large number of dried mangosteens, and Wei Min, who had been immersed in this way for many years, had superb "craftsmanship", and was smearing wax and spraying water, and dressed up these shriveled mangosteens as fresh as if they had just been plucked from the tree. Wei Min rubbed his sore wrists and admired his "work" with satisfaction.

At this time, business came, Wei Min hurriedly greeted him, and while asking people how many catties he wanted to weigh, he secretly sucked a large magnet under the weighing pan, and unscrupulously harmed the white-collar "gods" who were stupid and had a lot of money.

A little girl wearing a professional skirt was attracted by the "fresh fruit" on Wei Min's stall, and wanted to pick up a mangosteen to take a look, but was stopped by the old man Wei Min who had a ghost in his heart: "Hey, girl, don't pinch it hard, this is a high-end fruit, I can't help pinching it, how much do you want, I will give it to you, to ensure that the goods are genuine and the portion is full!" ”

The little girl was deceived by the fresh appearance of mangosteen, and wanted to buy a few catties to share with her colleagues in the company, so that Wei Min could pick a dozen big ones, Wei Min smiled, picked up a plastic bag quickly, and spit on her fingers, wanting to twist the mouth of the plastic bag with her wet fingertips. The little girl felt that Wei Min's behavior was disgusting, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she was embarrassed to turn around and leave. Just as he was hesitating, Wei Min chattered and boasted: "I see that you are a little girl who knows goods!" Speaking of these mangosteens I sell, they are all produced in the northernmost cold land of the earth, it takes 30 years to bloom, and it takes 50 years to bear fruit, not to mention eating a mouthful of raw food, putting it at home and worshipping it, and you can also bless you to be promoted and rich, marry the diamond king Lao Wu, and you will be able to give birth to a big fat boy next year......"

The little girl was the business director of a nearby company, and she was not short of these fruits, so she didn't want to leave when she heard Wei Min say it was interesting, so she smiled and said: "I remember that mangosteen is a tropical fruit, how did you give a pole to the North Pole?" Besides, your mangosteen can only bear fruit in 80 years, and it has caught up with the ginseng fruit, how much do you have to sell it? I'm afraid I can't afford it! ”

Wei Min has been selling fruits for most of his life, how can he be bluffed by a little girl, and he runs the train with his mouth full of words: "Tropical fruits?" The tropics are so hot, and the fruits have not grown into sunburned, how can there be fruits in the cold zone that are delicious! Look at our fruit, not to mention the ginseng fruit, it is almost the same, it bears fruit every eighty years! Is that the fruit you bought back to eat? That's history! ”

The little girl giggled, covered her mouth with her delicate little hands, and smiled very beautifully. When Wei Min saw the little girl's charming appearance, his eyes lit up, and he talked more and more vigorously under the intention of teasing, and he blew it out of bounds, and lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious: "The value of these Arctic fruits is really about the same weight of gold." I used to go to the international black market to sell, 5,000 yuan a tael, 30,000 yuan a bag, I see that the little girl, you look very attractive, today I will give you a jumping price, fifteen yuan a catty. If you can take advantage of such a big advantage from the uncle, you can go back and steal the fun! ”