It's really a neurosis, and that's from the perspective of an average person. But to look at this matter in depth, Sun Buwu and they are not very wrong.

The airport café is just a service business, where customers have the right to decide whether to spend or not. The waiter should be punished for looking down on people and speaking ill of customers. Secondly, the fat man, he obviously heard the waiter's sarcasm and sarcasm about Sun Buwu, but he jumped out and accused Sun Buwu one-sidedly, the root cause was to look down on the poor who had no money to enjoy such high consumption.

But admit that these guys are too nonsense, and they don't bother to explain to the people in the audience why they hit people. Not only does it not explain, but it is illogical nonsense, which makes people misunderstand that they are neurotic.

Then again, this society had better have more people like them. In this way, there will be a lot less pretending, prices will drop a lot, and society will be much quieter.

Well, I'm not a philosopher, I'm not a sociologist, I'm just a storyteller. The Jews said: When man thinks, God laughs. When you think about the story, you laugh when you read the story. Let's move on to the story.

Zhang Qiusheng said solemnly to the white bearded man: "Please give me a reason to beat you, there is no reason why I won't beat people." His demeanor was like asking the party and the people to give him some glorious and arduous task.

This man is even more convinced that these people escaped from a mental hospital, and I don't have a nervous disorder, why should I give you a reason to beat me?

Zhang Qiusheng's face changed faster than turning a book, and in an instant, he turned into a wolf grandmother coaxing a little sheep: "Excuse me, ha, what kind of work are you doing, comrade?" ”

"I, I, I am, it's his secretary." The white face looked at Zhang Qiusheng's wolf-like grandmother's smiling face, and stammered.

"Look, look," Zhang Qiusheng said proudly as if he had discovered a new continent, "and this is the reason for fighting." What is a secretary? This is a eunuch in ancient times, and a eunuch should be beaten, right? Zhang Qiusheng pointed to the fat man lying on the ground again: "Besides, everyone who is the master has been beaten, so why should you be a slave?" ”

Zhang Qiusheng swept the secretary to the ground with one kick as he spoke: "Look, how good I am." There is a reason to hit someone. Unlike them, they make up reasons after beating people. Su zhì ah, su zhì. ”

Li Mantun was the most annoying, Zhang Qiusheng said that he didn't have a plain zhì: "Who said that I beat people first and then make up reasons?" I just beat this fat man because he was too unsophisticated. As he spoke, he wrenched the fat man's hand, picked up the eldest brother who was still held by the fat man, and said to the fat man: "When a person who has a vegetarian speaks, he puts his hand behind his back or holds it on his stomach. Why do you point this thing at someone's nose when you speak? This is extremely uncivilized behavior, beating you is for your good, it is for you to remember it for a long time. ”

Li Mantun took the big brother left and right and said to the fat man: "Since you don't use this thing as a phone messenger, it's useless to ask for it, just smash it." After speaking, it was like the county lord in the past slapping the shocking wood, and slapped the eldest brother on the terrazzo ground. A good big brother becomes a pile of loose parts.

The fat man jumped up like a fire burning his buttocks, and for a moment forgot whether he would be beaten again if he got up without permission. Fortunately, Li Mantun doesn't care about this kind of thing. The fat man trembled and pointed at Li Mantun: "You, you, you, you-"

Heartache, heartache. The fat man said that he was a chairman, but in fact, he was only running a company with a registered capital of 2 million yuan and a real capital of only 100,000 yuan, and it was still a joint stock of many people. gritted his teeth and bought a big brother, mainly to fill the façade. was smashed by Li Mantun now, how can he not be heartbroken? Li Mantun might as well beat him up.

No matter how the fat man scolds Li Mantun, it is difficult to relieve the pain in his heart, so you, ah, you can't say a complete word for a long time. Just as they were dying, the police came. Except for the white-faced secretary, his duty must be to protect the Lord. Although others are obviously silent so as not to touch their heads, there are still many people who secretly call the police.

It's not that these five people didn't know that someone called the police, they just didn't bother to pay attention. Besides, what if you ignore it? Do you really fight them all? Wouldn't that be a bully? They beat people for their reasons, but they are too lazy to tell everyone. If you encounter a fight in a public place, call the police immediately, this is a citizen's proper zhì, why should someone hit someone if they didn't do anything wrong?

They all have backgrounds except for Zhang Qiusheng, and their families wipe their butts for this kind of trivial fight. Zhang Qiusheng has no background and is not afraid, so it's a big deal to go to prison. I spent most of my previous life in prison, and this time I was only detained for a few days, so there was nothing to be afraid of. The time of rebirth is too comfortable, and it is also a little calamity, and people can't enjoy it too much.

Only a young policeman came. The police are nervous, and a police officer can come to the town for a trivial matter like this. As soon as the policemen entered the door, the waiter, the fat man, and his secretary tightly grabbed the corners of the policeman's clothes as if they were greeting their relatives in the People's Liberation Army, and bitterly talked about the history of the revolutionaries with snot and tears.

Wu Zhen felt that it was a bad dish, and the matter was getting bigger. He is not a person who is afraid of things, but he has been an obedient and good boy since he was a child, an honest man, diligent and diligent cultivation, a gentle personality and good morality, and never causes trouble. I've never encountered anything like this now, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Wu Zhen really has little experience in how to deal with emergencies and how to manage a team. In this regard, he is far worse than his sister Wu Yan. If Wu Yan couldn't have happened here, he would have stopped Sun Buwu before he exploded, and I am afraid that a class meeting would have been held to discuss and punish Sun Buwu.

Don't look at the first class of high school as one is more nonsense, one is more harmful than the other, in fact, the class style is extremely strict. If they were at school, if they dared to mess around like this, they would definitely be looking for death. Wu Yan looked gentle, in fact, she didn't care about what she shouldn't be in charge of, and she was definitely not soft on what she should be in charge of, no matter who she was punishing.

Wu Zhen is also worried about his sister, none of the lights in these freshman classes are fuel-efficient, how did my sister survive as a class leader there? Anyway, he has to deal with this matter today, who called him the team leader. Besides, he led a group of people to go abroad to do business, and the province hasn't even left yet, so is he going to be escorted back to North Korea by the police? Isn't he, the team leader, a wreck, too much to save face.

How to deal with it? Wu Zhen couldn't think of a good way, so he had to find someone. Usually Wu Zhen hates begging the most, and he has to beg for hatred, isn't there no way?

If you ask for someone, you have to call, you can't run out now, right? Wu Zhen came to the bar to borrow a phone call. The guy at the bar didn't give him a good color, saying that he asked for money to call. Wu Zhen took out a stack of 100 yuan bills and put them on the counter, picked up the phone and dialed the number. At that time, the telephone was not a numeric keypad, but a turntable, which required a digit dial.

Wu Zhen flicked it, looked at the three people who were reminiscing about the bittersweet memories to the police, and thought to himself that these few who would be in the first class of high school would definitely blow up the stabs, and they would definitely ask for support as soon as they blew up the police. Then definitely have to call.

Wu Zhen was also a little embarrassed, he dialed the receiver and handed the receiver to the person at the bar and said, "Why is there no sound on this phone?" ”

The person at the bar took the earpiece, listened to it and heard that there was no sound, and there was still no sound after patting the fork spring. The bar counter said viciously: "It was fine just now, why did you break it as soon as you hit it?" ”

Wu Zhenxin said that he didn't blame these people in the first class of high school, these people should be beaten, what kind of attitude is this. Wu Zhen is not used to arguing with people, so he shrugged his shoulders and signaled that I don't know either.

Wu Zhen put the stack of banknotes back in his pocket, staggered to a boss with a big brother, and picked up the big brother as if he were his own.

The boss was stretching his neck to listen to the three people who were beaten accusing the class of hatred and national hatred, and suddenly he felt a light hand in his hand, and the big brother who was squeezed tightly somehow fell into the hands of a young man. If you look closely, it is the gang that beat people. I didn't dare to say anything if I was scared, I didn't want to annoy this lord in one sentence, he also smashed the eldest brother, and I also joined the accusation team?

Wu Zhen is well-educated, and while dialing, he smiled modestly at the boss and said, "Borrow the phone to make a call, and I'll pay for the call." "Hey, these people are very good, they don't look like fierce gods, why did those three unlucky ghosts get beaten? However, you can't give three colors and want to open a dyeing workshop, and the boss also said respectfully: "You use it, it's okay." ”

Although the three unlucky ghosts, the waiter, the fat man and the secretary, were in tears, they had limited language skills, and they were entangled. The police couldn't understand what they were saying. However, looking at the situation, the three unlucky ghosts kept pointing at a few people on Zhang Qiusheng's side, and they could still know that they were beaten, and it was these people who were pointing at them.

However, the cause of the incident is not clear from right or wrong. In any case, it is not right to beat people, these people are young and do not study well, and if they come here to pick quarrels and provoke troubles, fights and brawls, it is even more wrong and must be severely punished.

Severe punishment should begin with inquiry. The policeman pointed to Zhang Qiusheng, who was closest to him, and said, "What is your name, what are you doing, and why are you beating people?" "Crisp and decisive, with a stern demeanor.

Zhang Qiusheng was about to answer the police's questioning. Song Nianren interjected: "Don't, it's my turn now." ”

When Song Nianren was just ordered by his grandfather to go back to China to go to school, he was really reluctant. He has his own small circle in the United States and has his own friends. There are even girls who have a crush, just waiting to confess to her one day. Suddenly asked him to give up this familiar Qiē to a completely unfamiliar place, and it was really difficult to let go emotionally. Fortunately, that strange place was his homeland, a place he had long longed for.

He returned to China with his cousin Tang Qian and came into contact with his peers in the textile system dormitory. Depend on! It's much more fun than those friends in the United States. When the school started, I entered the first class of high school, and on the first day, I fought a thrilling battle. Again! It's also too exciting. It's too wise to return home with this. Gradually, he integrated into the class group of the first year of high school, in which everyone helped each other and relied on each other, united with each other and harmed each other. The big things will pass when they have passed, and they will not affect the future exchanges at all. Lean again! He likes such a collective.