It wasn't until the afternoon that "**An" finally sent a text message, saying that he would meet the guests on the Hongshui River Bridge.

Canglong frowned suddenly, and Wen Wen asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"That bridge is not far from Lingwo, once something happens, it may be difficult to deal with!" Canglong's face was solemn.

"Are you still afraid of these MLM gangs?" Wen Wen was a little strange.

"I'm worried about you." Canglong suddenly looked at her, his face showing a little worry.

"Me?" Although Wen Wen didn't like Canglong being so machismo, she was still warm in her heart, but she opened her sleeves, revealing some muscles, and said, "How can I say that I also graduated from the police academy, don't underestimate me so much." ”

"The brainwashed person is the most terrible, it's not a matter of ability, I don't want anything to happen to you, stay in the hotel, okay?" Canglong looked at Wen Wen with deep eyes, so that Wen Wen couldn't refute for a while.

She even felt that Canglong had tied her up now, and it was better to deal with it than to look at her with this kind of gaze, because it made it impossible for her to refuse suddenly.

"But" Wen Wen wanted to say something, but Canglong's hand was in front of her mouth: "Don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

After saying that, Canglong turned around and left, looking at his back, Wen Wen suddenly lost her mind, just like seeing her parents when she was a child, just like hearing her father say this to her mother when she was a child, her mother watched her father leave blankly, although her face was full of worry, but more relieved, because her man was the best.

Wen Wen suddenly felt her mother's feelings, although this man has nothing to do with her now, but Wen Wen's temperament is not so weak, and it is impossible to rest assured that Canglong went alone, so ten minutes after Canglong left, Wen Wen cleaned up and went to the place where she met.

The Hongshui River is a river that crosses the guests, named after the brown red of the water, there is a stone bridge not far from Lingwo, which is the only way to the other end of the Hongshui River, from time to time there are vehicles passing through it, there are passers-by walking on the side of the bridge, and there are also some vendors setting up stalls.

A migrant worker who looked forty or fifty years old came to the bridge with a plastic bag, his eyes wandered, and he looked left and right, as if he was looking for someone, but he didn't have any clue, and finally this forty or fifty-year-old migrant worker squatted on the bridge like this, holding the plastic bag in his arms tightly, and looked around cautiously.

For people passing by, this migrant worker is not surprising, because there are not many enterprises in the guest, since the planning of the prefecture-level city, the guest has more construction workers like this, most of them are from the countryside, and most of them stay in Lingwo, and if they have money, they buy a piece of land in Lingwo and build a house, the main purpose of which is to get a city hukou.

The transaction in Lingwo real estate is all up to you and me, and there is no trading center filing, supervision and taxation, so this is also the reason why Lingwo is a place that does not care, because there is no way to manage it, and there are many problems left, and no government is willing to clean up this mess, most of them are left to it, because even if Lingwo is really governed, it is not a political achievement.

Moreover, it also involves the struggle with the Lingwo people, who have always been fierce, and even when there are police patrols, there are still robberies and fights at night.

On the ground of Lingwo, there was also an incident of the bailiff being cut down, which made the people above talk about Lingwo's discoloration.

But this migrant worker is not ordinary, if you look closely, you will find that this migrant worker does not have much rudeness, and the skin on his body is not the kind of tanned color that has been exposed to the sun all year round.

"You're Ann's father?" Suddenly, a young man in his twenties walked over, wearing oil and oil, obviously a local, a bastard from the Lingwo area.

"I am, you're a friend of peace?" The migrant worker looked at the person in front of him vigilantly, and his hand holding the plastic bag tightened.

"I'm not his friend, but I'm here to pick you up, come with me, someone wants to see you." The young man glanced at the migrant worker with some impatience, but finally his eyes fell on the plastic bag in his hand, and his eyes lit up and said, "What are you holding?" ”

"Some souvenirs." The migrant worker replied, his hand tightening in the plastic bag.

The young man wanted to reach out and grab it, but when he finally looked at the bridge, he held back again, and then said, "Follow me!" ”

Leaving the bridge, the young man took the migrant worker to Lingwo, and when he stepped on the dirt road that was not yet dry, there would be a creaking sound all the time, and the dirt would be splashed if he was not careful.

As long as it rains in Lingwo, there is stagnant water everywhere, even the car is very good, and there are some dirt floating on the water surface all the time, emitting a foul smell, which is not as good as the stinky ditch in the countryside.

After walking for about two miles, he came to a building that had not yet been renovated, and the young man stopped, looked back at the bag in the hands of the migrant worker and said, "Give me the things, I will check them!" ”

"Why?" The migrant worker looked strange.

"Where is all this nonsense, give it to me!" As he spoke, the young man reached over and grabbed the plastic bag in the hand of the migrant worker, but he didn't expect that in the thin body of the migrant worker, an amazing huge force erupted, and the young man fell to the ground and smashed into the sludge with a flick of his hand, embarrassed.

The young man got up from the sludge, his face was furious, he picked up the brick on the ground and smashed it on the head of the panicked migrant worker, and scolded in his mouth: "Old thing, dare to touch Lao Tzu, I will kill you." ”

But his bricks were surprisingly smashed into the air, and I don't know if the migrant worker was intentional or subconscious, anyway, after the young man smashed the air, the force was a little large, so the whole person was crooked, and fell into the stinky ditch, this time the fall was even worse, the whole person was rolling in the mud, and a layer of excrement was sticky to the body.

"Old Stuff !!" The young man only felt that he was unlucky, and stood up again.

"I'm really a local product here, don't believe it, look." The migrant worker looked at the young man with a panicked face, opened the plastic bag, revealing the contents of it, a piece of clothing, and two eggs wrapped in the clothes.

When the people around saw this scene, they all smiled and watched the excitement, but no one came to help, and the young man was covered in mud, but he felt that he couldn't hang his face, so he picked up the brick and smashed it again.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Fourth, stop!" ”

The young man's face changed, and he looked at the people upstairs a little unwillingly, and finally had to put down the bricks in his hand, walked to the migrant worker, kicked him hard, and said coldly: "Give me up!" ”

The peasant workers dared not speak angrily, and walked straight up, the building is the same as most of the buildings in Lingwo, it has not yet been renovated, the outside is a layer of red bricks, the stairs are permeated with a layer of moist moisture, and there are all kinds of footprints scattered on it, and the eyes of the migrant workers carefully scan these footprints, in the eyes of outsiders, it seems to be panicked.

The whole building was only three floors, the first floor was not inhabited, and it was not until the second floor that the migrant workers saw some people in the room, most of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest was only in their twenties, and they all looked at him vigilantly.

"Welcome to Father Hu." When he reached the third floor, the migrant worker was startled, because as soon as he entered the door, he saw someone pulling a banner, and a group of people said enthusiastically to him, which felt like the leader from above was coming, and the people arranged below were greeting him.

But as soon as the migrant worker entered the house, the young man behind closed the door.

The entire third floor is without a compartment, there are a lot of small maza here, the windows are sealed, no outside light can shine in, there is a 100-watt gas lamp inside, it seems that the area of the whole room is more than 100 square meters, and there are a total of more than a dozen people standing in front of the migrant workers.

The migrant workers sharply found that there was a small blackboard hanging on the wall in front of the neat pile of small Mazha, on which something was written horizontally and vertically.

"I" migrant worker didn't see ** An, just wanted to say something, but was grabbed by one of the women who looked to be thirty years old and fat, as if they were very close to him, pulled him over, and found a small Mazha for him to sit down.

Then the dozen or so people who welcomed him immediately came over, handed over cigarettes, poured water, and beat their backs, they were simply considerate to home.

As if seeing the discomfort of the migrant workers, the woman in her thirties smiled and said: "You, you are so sitting, when you arrive here, it is like arriving at home, don't see that we are all our own people here." ”

As she spoke, the woman asked the dozen or so people to introduce themselves, and these people all had immature faces, but they were all enthusiastic and radiant, and the oldest of the men and women was only thirty years old.

But most of them were scrawny, a stark contrast to the radiant look on their faces, and they came from all over the world.

It's just that the migrant workers don't seem to be interested in them, and they say anxiously: "What about my son?" What about peace? ”

"Your son?" The woman frowned, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face, "What do you say about Mr. Hu?" ”

"Mr. Hu?" The faces of the migrant workers changed.

"That's right, **An, that is, our Mr. Hu, he is a busy man now, he is negotiating business all day long, and the leaders of the city are walking around, I don't hear that you are coming, hurry up and let us pick you up, I am afraid that you will lose your unfamiliar life." The woman's face was full of spring breeze, as if she were her own father.

"Just now?" The migrant worker looked strangely at the young man behind him who was cleaning up the mud.

"Just now?" The woman was a little strange, and then looked at the young man again, "Oh, you said the fourth, he is not from our company, and he is not familiar with Mr. Hu, so he offended you, the fourth, don't apologize to the old man quickly." ”

"Old man?" The young man looked shocked, and saw that the woman's face changed as if he wanted to say something, the woman went over and handed him some money, and the young man immediately smiled and nodded to the migrant worker and apologized.

"Bang" Who would have thought that the migrant workers would directly slap the young man to the ground with a slap in the air, this scene was something that no one present expected