Lao Qin is different from Zhang Ze, he is not only a matter of crossing the river, but he is also a leading figure sitting in the yamen, so he can naturally make a name for himself. The nephews and nephews of the seven aunts and eight aunts came to help, so they seemed to have a bit of a momentum of shouting five and six. It's a pity that he died by mixing stalls in several vegetable markets, which was still promoted by a small bureaucrat from the market management office.

It stands to reason that when an ordinary turtle encounters Lao Qin, he basically doesn't talk about defeat, but at least he has to retreat, gritting his teeth and maybe letting out some blood.

It's a pity that Pingjiang is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is not wrong that Zhangzhuang is a model of a water town, and it is also true that Jiangnan people don't like to solve problems violently.

At the risk of being circled by forks and forks, the petty bureaucrats and the local turtles are on fire, regardless of the victory or defeat, the risk-benefit ratio of the brain-dead alone is enough for the petty bureaucrats to raise a middle finger and shout at those "dragons crossing the river" in Cantonese vernacular: "!" ”

Lao Qin is not a dynamic social group, and Zhang Ze is also not a turtle without any sense of zài.

At least Zhang Zhuang's predecessors who survived from the 38th parallel have a hand. Of course, he is not a marshal general, but when the demolition was compelled, Zhang Zhuang was slapped and nodded like little Japan, this is and does not explain.

As a child of someone else's family, Zhang Ze, who dared to take off his pants in the eyes of the old revolutionaries before the age of thirteen, was obviously very eye-catching. After the age of thirteen, the old man caught the yellow eel every night and was still in the top three of the grade, which made the old revolutionaries feel that this kid was both civil and military.

Therefore, when Zhang Zhuang was a good villager who loved peace and was kind and willing to give to others, saw a group of unknown idle people with hateful faces and vicious faces breaking into Zhang Ze's house, the old and young masters blocked the door, and then according to the principle of closing the door and beating dogs, let Lao Qin and them feel the pain of varicocele.

"Uncle."

The Xixi Police Station soon dispatched the police, no matter how dirty Zhang Zhuang is, there are still people who mix in the public gate. Zhang Ruihuan, the instructor of the Xixi Police Station, is Zhang Ze's uncle who is separated by two rooms. Zhang Ze's father-in-law and Zhang Ruihuan's grandfather are brothers-in-law, and this is the relationship.

Zhang Ze stepped forward to say hello, and then asked the police to take the person away, and he also got into Zhang Ruihuan's car and went back to the Xixi Police Station to record a statement.

Basically, Lao Qin's characterization of picking quarrels and provoking troubles is the minimum, and if it is characterized as a temporary crowd fight, it will be three and a half years of imperial grain. At Lao Qin's age, walking around the prison, and being able to live to the age of sixty is considered to be his psychological quality.

But this is not something that Zhang Ze cares about, and he doesn't care.

"Tomorrow you go to your Lao Tzu's place, your father-in-law Mingde is about to die, and the little brother who carries the coffin will call your Lao Tzu."

"Oh, okay, I'll tell him."

After my parents divorced, they lived separately, not to mention, they left Zhangzhuang directly, and left Zhang Ze to live alone. Anyway, his son is awesome, he has good grades and good popularity, and he can't starve to death.

So much so that a group of aunts in Zhangzhuang have been complaining for more than ten years that Zhang Ze was not free-ranged by his parents, but was specially released.

The old Qin Roll Police Station hadn't given a tiger chair or anything, and immediately shouted to the good man to spare his life, all of which were instructed by Director Wang, and the little one was just forced to ......

Of course, the matter will not involve Director Wang, besides, a good cadre who loves the people like a son can entangle idle people in society to provoke and threaten helpful good citizens for no reason?

Lao Qin swore by a gambling curse, but it was useless, anyway, he must have to eat the emperor's food for a while, it depends on how to characterize it. But for a creature like Lao Qin, who had never studied in junior high school, it was difficult for him to understand that the bureaucrats' superficial tricks were all to tease you.

As a result, Lao Qin, who thinks that he has been in the rivers and lakes for many years and has built a huge "foundation" in the developed city of Pingjiang, feels that he has capsized in the gutter.

However, what he didn't know was that whether it was Wang Aimin, Zhang Ruihuan or the natives of Zhangzhuang, they all felt that his "foundation" was not even a performance, and his conceit and pride were actually a fart.

Therefore, this matter is like turning a book, turning a page, and then there is nothing to do with Lao Qin.

Zhang Zhuang still survived very strongly in Pingjiang Xixi, and Zhang Ze still carried a fishing rod all over the world the next day to find large white silk to do a gorgeous performance, and at the same time brought two one-and-a-half-pound goods to his father to make a show.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Lao Tzu appeared brightly.

Pushed open the "Everyone's Hair" chess and card room, walked through the hall of the non-smoking area, and then opened the door of the smoking area, and suddenly thick smoke came out, similar to the scene of the old version of Journey to the West.

Then there was a nest of old, middle-aged and young men who were rubbing hemp like cultivating immortals, holding a cigarette in their mouths or in their hands, and their eyes were like Chow Yun-fat, as if they were not hundreds of yuan but millions of wins and losses.

"Dad."

Zhang Ze shouted, in front of an automatic mahjong machine, a middle-aged man with Erlang's legs shaking and slippers was rubbing the cards in his hand, patting the table without looking, laughing: "Touch yourself in the limelight, hard and wild atoms...... Oh, when did you go back to Pingjiang? ”

This thing shook off the cigarette ash and quickly collected the chips, Pingjiang likes to play Jiyang mahjong is not much, but most of the people in Zhangzhuang are from Chengjiang and Yangshe in Jiyang County, and there are more people who play Jiyang mahjong.

There are no melancholy eyes, but there is embarrassing stubble. Lao Zhang's father, Lao Zhang, like most middle-aged people who like to touch twice, is very ordinary, he is not Lao Zhang's father, and Lao Zhang is not the prince.

"It's been a few days since I came back, and I'm quitting."

Zhang Ze took out a pack of Chinese and gave one to both the rubbing hemp and the onlookers. He doesn't smoke and he doesn't object to others smoking.

"You resigned?!"

The old man's slippers fell off, the whole person straightened up, and then his eyes widened: "Why did you resign?" ”

One of the important bargaining chips for him to brag about is that his son does not explain, and he is a bull engineer of Zhonghai Bull Company. Of course, the whole process of boasting is called bragging academically, and the fellows on the Bashu side call it the swinging dragon gate array.

Of course, if it weren't for his own son, and he was sure that there was no surname Wang in the next village, Lao Lao Zhang would definitely add a specific sentence when asking questions, such as: Why did you resign?!

"I saved some money and came back to business."

Zhang Ze said calmly, and then said, "Uncle Ruihuan asked me to talk to you, Father-in-law Mingde seems to be dying." Let you go back to the village first, and then the little brother will carry the coffin and you will have to go there. ”

"What?! Uncle Mingde can't do it?! Didn't you say the other day that you can still eat ravioli? ”

"I don't know, anyway, I'll tell you to go back."

After speaking, Zhang Ze kicked the bucket that he brought down, "There are two white wires here, one and a half catties, you put them in the refrigerator by yourself, I'll go back first." ”

"This is going back? I'll take you to a restaurant for dinner in the evening. Lao Zhang touched mahjong in his hand and tilted his head to look at Zhang Ze.

Tut.

Lao Zhang Xin said that I must have charged the phone bill back then.

"No, there's still a business to be done."

Zhang Ze said, nodded with Lao Zhang's card friends, and then left the "everyone fa" chess and card room.

After he left, a player at the poker table asked, "Yaozu, is your son such a good unit gone?" What business do you come back for? ”

"What a good unit, it's only a few hundred thousand a year, Lao Tzu has long persuaded him not to do it!" The corners of Zhang Yaozu's mouth were lined up, looking extremely disdainful, "It is estimated that there is any business to do in the village, you don't know, my uncles are very precious to him, just come to a comrade-in-arms, loosen your fingers, millions of small cases a year." Besides, with his ability, it's not me bragging, if it weren't for his senior brother's sake, his unit would have stopped doing it a long time ago. The year before last, a company in Guangfu invited him to be sent abroad, and a house plus 700,000 yuan a year was directly refused. ”

Zhang Yaozu's mouth is right, but he just didn't say that the place of assignment is in Africa, the country of assignment is called Sudan, and a bunch of natives in the assignment place are holding AK47s and shooting at each other, and then saying that the shooting effect is magic. Don't say 700,000, 7 million Lao Zhang won't go.

Where communication basically depends on roaring, and public security basically depends on dogs, you can't find an aesthetic one if you find a young lady to put out the fire. If you grit your teeth and become Sister Pomegranate, will Nima dare to bet on AIDS?

Lao Zhang is in his youth, the same age as flowers, so it's better to work overtime honestly.

However, this qiē did not prevent Lao Lao Zhang from bragging at the card table, and then reaped a group of envious eyes.

When Zhang Yaozu's saliva was flying, he glanced at the fish in the bucket, and then shouted: ", such a big white silk!" ”

He heard a pound and a half just now, but he didn't react that it was a pound and a half......

"! This white silk is so big! ”

"! Zhang Yaozu, sell me a piece of white silk! ”

"! Where to buy white silk? It's so big, Zhang Yaozu, your son is filial! ”

"......"

Lao Zhang's whole body was in a groove, but soon he shouted: "Wait a minute, I'll go to the ice refrigerator and steam it at night!" ”

As for the son, isn't that thing used to brag about his long face? When you run out, it's like a shoeshine insoles, just throw it aside.