"It's hot, why don't you even have a fan in this hellish place?"

This is the workshop in Fang Wenti's small repair shop. It looks like about three or four square meters, and it's actually Fang Wenti's bedroom. Yoo Jun is still not used to stabbing in front of many customers outside. Being watched like a monster by a bunch of people, asking endless questions, it doesn't taste very good.

Yoo Jun has become accustomed to coming here to help at noon. After all, it's always too late to go back, and my mother will be angry. After mentioning it to Yan Yucheng at the beef noodle restaurant, Yan Yucheng was very attentive and showed Wu Qiuyang a little meaning, so he transferred Ruan Bixiu from Lotus Commune back to Xiangyang Town. However, the work unit surprised everyone, and it was actually the deputy instructor of the Xiangyang Town Police Station.

Ruan Bixiu was still a little hesitant at first, feeling that she was a lesbian and had never engaged in political and legal work, so she suddenly served as the deputy instructor of the Xiangyang Town Water and Land Police Station, and she was afraid that she would not be able to do it. Yan Songbai, the head of the public security bureau, was very enthusiastic and personally came to do the work. It seems that Ruan Bixiu is such an amazing public security expert, and it would be a pity not to go to the Xiangyang Town Police Station.

During the Great Revolution, the "public procuratorate and law" were smashed, and the political and legal system was in a very abnormal state for many years. After the "Gang of Four" was crushed, there were some improvements, but they were still very insufficient. At that time, the Public Security Bureau was far less popular than it was later. Yan Songbai cried and shouted to transfer Ruan Bixiu over, just to take this opportunity to meet the upstart Director Liu.

Liu Jun is naturally strongly in favor, to be a "Yanei", how can the powerful organs have no one to support them? Who else is more reliable than his own mother?

In the end, it was Liu Jincai who made the final decision, nodded in approval, and Ruan Bixiu went to the police station to take office.

In these days, Fang Wenti's small repair shop became famous, and the number of people who came to the shop gradually increased, and after a day, many electrical appliances to be repaired were accumulated.

It's June, and the sun is hotter.

Fang Wenti's bedroom was just a small window, so hot that it was like a steamer, and after sitting for less than ten minutes, Liu Jun was sweating profusely and couldn't help but complain loudly.

"Master Da, you just bear with it, you should be the county revolutionary committee? Still want a fan? ”

Fang Wenti walked over and picked up a puff fan and slapped Liu Jun a few times.

"It's not going to work, there's no way to do it. Gotta get a fan. ”

"Hehe, what about dozens of dollars for a fan, I have to pay rent, I want to eat, what do I buy with it?"

Fang Wenti pursed his lips, a little disdainful of Liu Jun's squeamishness.

Liu Jun didn't care: "If you can't afford it, you can make one yourself." ”

"What? Are you going to make your own fan? ”

Fang Wenti was dumbfounded. In his opinion, those who can make fans are big factories in big cities, and Liu Jun, a little kid, actually spoke so loudly.

Just do it, it's really hot.

"Alright, alright, don't be stupid. For five dollars, I went to the scrap company to see if there were any scrap motors to sell. ”

"You...... Do you really want to be a fan? ”

Liu Jun scolded: "Look at your little bit of talent, the fan is not made by people?" ”

Fang Wenti was suspicious, but still gave Liu Jun five yuan. Anyway, if this fan is really done, most of the time it is also used by Fang Wenti.

Xiangyang Town is not big, and the waste material recycling company is not far from the old street, and it is about a ten-minute walk away. At noon, there were no customers in the store department, only two middle-aged women in their thirties chatting, presumably salesmen in the store department. Seeing Liu Jun probing his brain and looking in, one of them scolded: "Child, what are you looking at?" Want to steal? ”

What words? Does this look like a thief?

"I'm here to buy something."

The two salesmen were stunned and laughed: "Child, we only accept things here, not sell them." You're in the wrong place. ”

"Auntie, I'm here to buy a scrap motor. My dad is a repairman and can use it. ”

Liu Jun knows that he is handsome, and with a dessert in his mouth, he can please women. The trick worked, and the salesman's attitude immediately became friendly, but he still refused his request.

"No, children, you can't sell public things to private individuals."

That's true. At that time, the waste recycling companies could recycle the waste to private individuals, but the sales were public-to-public.

"It's okay, I'll just pay. Anyway, there's no one now. ”

As he spoke, Liu Jun took out the one-yuan renminbi and shook it.

The two salesmen were really moved, glanced at each other, looked around, and then snorted inside.

As expected, there are a lot of good things in the scrap. In a large pile of waste motors, at least five or six are basically usable. It is estimated that some of them are stolen goods, and some of them are from the poor management of the factory. Sell it as scrap and fatten private individuals.

Liu Jun picked a motor that was basically intact and even the bearings were connected to the counter, put the four yuan on the table, and without saying a word, turned around and left.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and no one wants to make a noise about this kind of private transaction. The two salesmen have made a lot of money for nothing, and they must be happy for a few days?

When Fang Wenti saw that Liu Jun really came back with a motor, he had the meaning of beating his chest.

Originally, he just wanted to fool Yoo Jun. Blowing an electric fan, he is not so delicate, that is the enjoyment that only the best people deserve. He is a cripple with no serious career, but he doesn't dare to be so extravagant.

"Why are you stunned, go, find a white iron sheet to cut the fan blades."

"How...... How to cut? ”

"It's verbose. Just go find the white tin sheet, and I'll draw it for you, and you can cut it. In addition, it is necessary to make some iron wires for fan guards. Now, here's the rest of the dollar, and I'll give it back to you. ”

I thought that the five yuan had been soaked in the soup, but suddenly I returned a piece, and Fang Wenti's blood-dripping soul was comforted a little. In desperation, he had to nag to find what Yoo Joon needed.

Don't look at Fang Wenti's lame leg, he is quite neat in doing these things, and he doesn't know what means he used, and soon after, he actually got back a piece of white iron sheet and a small bundle of iron wire, but it was rusty, the thickness was different, and the appearance was not very good.

At that time, Yoo Jun had already set up the motor and was refitting the chassis with a small wooden box.

Fang Wenti just doesn't know much about radio, his hands are very dexterous, and he is an adult, and his strength is much greater than Liu Jun's, doing these jobs is exactly what he is good at, in less than an hour, the blades are cut, the wire is sanded smooth with sandpaper, and a decent protective cover is also made. There was no electric drill, so I went on the horse, asked Fang Wenti to use a chisel to dig three small holes in the root of the blade, riveted it with screws, installed a protective cover, and turned on the power.

Fang Wenti originally regretted his few dollars, but now that the electric fan was really done, he couldn't help but smile. scrambling to stand in front of the fan and enjoy the coolness of the scorching heat.

"Yo ho, cripple, and the whole fan blows, it's pretty pleasant......"

A strange yin and yang voice suddenly sounded outside the store.

Fang Wenti looked up, and his face suddenly turned pale.

At the door of the store, there were three flowing Ah Fei, the leader wearing a vest, a small flat head, with a fierce face, and a pair of eyes slanting at Fang Wenti, full of provocation.

"Three big brothers...... Enter...... Please come in and sit ......."

Fang Wenti stammered, and his face became whiter.

"Who is your eldest brother, less fucking promiscuity."

Behind Xiao Pingtou, a long hair in an open shirt squeezed in and pushed Fang Wenti to a stumbling side. It's good that Fang Wenti is a disabled person, so he didn't work too hard.

"This is Brother Qiang, do you know?"

"Yes, yes...... Brother Qiang, please smoke ......"

Fang Wenti took out a pack of "torches" for one dime and smoked a few second-rate people.

"Fuck you, what kind of goods dare to dig out, when Brother Qiang is a rag called Hanako? Don't inquire, what is the identity of our brother Qiang, pumping your torch? Why don't you hurry up and buy a few packs of good cigarettes, at least the front door. ”

The torch is a dime a pack, and the front door is three cents and a half, that is, Yan Yucheng is the leader of the county revolutionary committee, and he does not often smoke it.

Dare to love these guys are street ruffians in the old street, and they collect "protection money" in this area.

Of course, the term protection fee did not become popular in the mainland until the 80s, when there was a large influx of Hong Kong-made films. But Brother Qiang's gang is doing this job.

Brother Qiang waved his hand, stopped his long hair, and said to Fang Wenti in a gloomy manner: "Cripple, what's your name, where did you come from?" ”

"I ...... My name is Fang Wenti, and I'm from Hongqi Commune...... Zhang Mulin, director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Hongqi Commune, is my cousin......"

"Yo, call me the name, the director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Red Flag Commune is such a big official, I'm scared of it......" Brother Qiang suddenly grabbed Fang Wenti's hair and sneered: "Don't say that the director of the Red Flag Commune, even Wang Benqing is your cousin, and when you get to the old street, you have to listen to me!" ”

Yoo Jun couldn't help but chuckle.

It seems that Brother Qiang doesn't care about politics very much, how many days have it been, and he doesn't know that Xiangyang County has changed its leadership.

"Fuck little bitch, what are you laughing at?"

Brother Qiang's eyes glared at Liu Jun.

"It's nothing, Brother Qiang, you let him go first, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and it doesn't mean anything to bully the disabled. Brother Qiang has something to do, just tell me to do it, and let's do it. ”

"Yo ho, little bunny, his mouth is very powerful, better than this cripple...... Okay, let's not be verbose, you have to listen to me on my territory, pay ten yuan a month, three big front door cigarettes, Brother Qiang, I will guarantee that no one will dare to trouble you. ”

Obediently, is this strong brother from Africa, so dark! If you catch such a small shop as Fang Wenti, you dare to ask for money from death, and let people live?

"Brother Qiang, it's too ...... Too much...... I can't afford it, I ...... I don't even make twenty dollars a month......"

Fang Wenti was stupid, and actually bargained with others. Do you think it's business?

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and Fang Wenti was slapped in the face.

"Are you stupid to be Lao Tzu? What about you repairing TV sets, that thing is expensive, and you can't earn dozens of dollars by repairing one? ”

Fang Wenti was scared and anxious, his face was hot and painful, but he didn't dare to refute. In fact, so far, no one has brought a TV set. As Brother Qiang said, that thing is expensive, and I don't know if the entire Xiangyang County adds up, whether it is enough for thirty units.

Seeing that Brother Qiang made a move, the anger in Liu Jun's heart also came up.

In his previous life, he was grassroots and a standard disadvantaged group, and he was most afraid of hooligans, and he hated hooligans the most.

"Brother Qiang, it's nothing more than asking for money, so you don't need to do it, right? I can't take so much for a while, can I get a grace period of two days? ”

"Little bunny, can you call the shots?"

Brother Qiang squinted at Liu Jun.

Considering that the hero does not suffer immediate losses, Liu Jun suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Is it just ten yuan and three cigarettes?" It's hard not to die! ”

Brother Qiang saw that although Liu Jun was young and had no stage fright, he was also a little surprised in his heart, but his mouth was still arrogant: "Yo, the tone is not small." It's like you're a big guy in your family......"

Fang Wenti opened his mouth, Liu Jun glanced at it, and he immediately shut up obediently. My heart is slowly becoming more steady. After all, behind Liu Jun stood the first-ranked deputy director of the county Revolutionary Committee.

"Okay, I'll give way, you buy three cigarettes today, and I'll get the rest in two days."

Brother Qiang said and let go of Fang Wenti.

Liu Jun nodded, and said to Fang Wenti: "Brother Fang, go buy three cigarettes." ”

The three big front doors are ten yuan and five cents, and I also have them on me, but it is inconvenient to take them out. At that time, a nine-year-old kid casually took out ten dollars, which was shocking.

Fang Wenti hesitated, Liu Jun glared at him, and said, "If you want to go, you will go, count it in mine." ”

Fang Wenti had to turn around and go out, and he must have greeted Brother Qiang's eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart.

"You know each other!"

The three Ah Fei took the cigarettes, dropped a sentence, and went triumphantly.

……

In the duty room of the Xiangyang Town Water and Land Police Station, a policeman about 30 years old was reading a newspaper.

Yoo Jun stood at the door and knocked on the door.

The policeman glanced up and asked lazily, "Child, what's the matter?" ”

"I'm looking for Ruan Bixiu."

"Ruan Bixiu? What do you ask her for? ”

The policeman's face began to change slightly, and he stood up with a little smile.

Cheng, it can be seen that he is a shrewd character.

Yoo Jun thought to himself.

"My name is Liu Jun, and I am her son."

"Ah...... Then you, you are also the son of Director Liu? ”

Liu Jun couldn't help laughing, and the policeman also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he laughed embarrassedly, but his face was completely clear, and he hurriedly let Liu Jun into the duty room, and said with a smile: "Ah...... This, Liu Jun's child, Director Ruan is not in the office now, what do you have to tell me. ”

"Uncle's surname?"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, my surname is Cheng, my name is Cheng Xinjian......"

"Hello Uncle Cheng."

"Ah, this, the children of the leader are different......"

Cheng Xinjian rubbed his hands, not knowing how to praise Liu Juncai.

"That's the case, Uncle Cheng, there is a trivial matter, just now in Lao Cai, three hooligans blackmailed me!"

"Huh? That's not a trivial matter! Cheng Xinjian was taken aback: "You, you're not injured, are you?" ”

Seeing that his face changed, Liu Jun knew that he was really nervous. The son of Director Liu of the county was actually blackmailed by hooligans in his jurisdiction, and it was terrible to be stabbed out, not to mention that Ruan Bixiu was his top boss.

"It's not hurt, they extorted cigarettes from the three big front doors, and said they would come back in a few days."

"Do you know what their names are?"

"I don't know, the one for the head, a small flat haircut, a vest, what is Brother Qiang."

"I know, I know, it must be Zhao Qiang's bastard! Fuck, I think he's getting impatient......"

Yoo Jun breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Zhao Qiang is famous in the police station, and the police all know this person, so it is not difficult to find it.

"In this way, little friend Liu Jun, you will tell me the details, and I will file a case for you, and I will deal with it immediately."

Cheng Xinjian said and went to get a pen and paper to prepare for the record.

"Uncle Cheng, I'll tell you about the situation first, don't rush to file a case, just watch and deal with it, I don't want my mother to worry."

On the way here, Yoo Jun thought about it and didn't make a big deal out of it. It's not that I'm afraid of Zhao Qiang's revenge, forgive him for being a dirty gangster, and I don't dare to fight with the son of the second-in-command of the county Revolutionary Committee. Liu Jun was just worried that after his mother knew about it, he would not be allowed to come to Lao Cai again, but he would lose his "financial resources".

Liu Jun calculated that if he continued to develop like this, he would be conservatively estimated to earn about thirty yuan a month. Liu Jincai became the second-in-command of the county revolutionary committee, and his monthly salary was only 42 yuan. The most important thing is that Yoo Joon wants to use this excuse for maintenance to fight for more freedom for himself. It's cruel enough to keep a real nine-year-old child at home all day long, and it's horrific to keep a 40-year-old "kid" at home.

"Ah, that's it, that's it, you're right."

Cheng Xinjian is a smart person, and he immediately understood that Liu Jun's handling of it like this is also beneficial to him, and filing a case is a business matter, and no matter how successful it is, it should be done. Dealing with it privately can sell a favor. It's true that Yoo Jun is young, but one day, Director Yoo and Director Ruan will know about it. He is a small police officer, and he can let Director Liu write down his name, but it is a great opportunity.