A white yacht cruises in San Juan Bay, the scorching West African sun spills on the teak deck, and in the cockpit, a black captain in white uniform gently controls the steering wheel, and on the aft deck, a group of yellow-skinned and black-eyed men and women are sitting around under parasols chatting and drinking.

The guests here were all from China, and the outgoing Prime Minister of Western Sadama, Liu Ziguang, specially invited them to take a boat in San Juan Bay, enjoying the sun, wine and blue waters, and the guests wore big sunglasses and swimsuits to lie on comfortable loungers, and a dazzling array of tropical fruits and a variety of fine wines, cigars and seafood could be taken at will.

"When I was in junior high school, I dreamed of one day." Zhuoli stretched and lit a Havana cigar with a cypress match, "Now it's happening, it's not enough." ”

Zhou Wen said: "You are wealthy, your gambling boat is parked on the high seas, how can you put a mere yacht in your eyes, how can you follow up on Hollywood movies here." ”

Zhuo Li spat out a puff of cigarette: "Secretary Zhou, don't say this kind of thing, you are a dignified deputy provincial leading cadre, and you are cold to us when you say this." ”

Bei Xiaoshuai said with a smile: "Actually, Brother Wen is right, no one would have thought that we could get to this point today, I propose, everyone tells a story about themselves, Secretary Zhou often makes reports, and his eloquence is the best, he will talk first, Brother Guang is the finale, everyone says okay?" ”

Zhou Wen waved his hand: "It's not good." ”

Zhuo Li said: "It is inevitable to beautify yourself by telling your own story, so let me tell it for him, and never add oil and vinegar." ”

There was a commotion, and the story on the yacht began:

Zhou Wen's biological weapons

Zhou Wen also lived in the compound when he was in elementary school, his father traveled all the year round, and his mother pulled Zhou Wen alone with hard work, and the dripping water turned into ice that winter, and the only faucet in the compound froze every morning, and a pot of water had to be heated to pour it down to thaw, and going to the toilet was a big problem, and the only public toilet in the alley was only ten pits, and it was overwhelming to deal with the Lazar of thousands of residents.

The winter vacation has not yet arrived, the students still have to insist on going to school, Zhou Wen is in the sixth grade, his academic performance is medium to middle, he belongs to the translucent people in the class, the head teacher's surname is Zhang, he is a worker, peasant and soldier college student, he has no culture and likes to show off, once he read a wrong word in class, and read efficiency as efficiency (shuai), Zhou Wen did not understand the sinister world at a young age, and pointed out the mistake to the teacher on the spot, Teacher Zhang's face was longer than Changbai Mountain, and after class, he transferred the seat to Zhou Wen and asked him to sit in the last row by the window.

The seats in the class are adjusted every two weeks, and there are still fourteen days before the winter vacation, and it just so happens that the glass of this window is broken, so I just found a cardboard stall, and the winter breeze swished in, and the cold couldn't hold the pencil, and Zhou Wen's little hands were frostbitten all day.

Teacher Zhang couldn't stand the cold, and didn't know where to find a briquette stove, so that the students each contributed two briquettes, which was called for the heating of the flight, but in fact, the stove was placed next to the podium for the teacher to keep warm.

Although Zhou Wen is young, he knows in his heart, he took two briquettes from home and strung them with plastic ropes, ran to the public toilet at night, put the briquettes into the urine pool, the pool is full of old urine, in the summer can smoke people a heel of the kind, soaked all night, the next morning took it out, put it in the sun for a day, and when it dried, it was no different from ordinary briquettes, so he carried it to school and mixed it with other classmates' briquettes, no one could see it, except for himself.

The stove in the class also has to be taken care of by the students themselves, seal the stove every night, make the stove in the morning, borrow a shovel of red coal from the school tea stove room and put it in the stove to ignite the briquettes.

This morning, Zhou Wen happened to spread the stove, the second class in the morning was Mr. Zhang's Chinese class, during the break, Zhou Wen took the tongs to change the pickled briquettes and opened the door of the stove......

After many years, the teachers and students of the children's school of Chenguang Machinery Factory still remember that cold morning, the doors and windows of class 62 were wide open, and the whole class fled to the playground, and then the students of several nearby classes also escaped, and the whole school seemed to have suffered a biochemical attack.

Mr. Zhang was the most seriously injured, because he had lung disease, and he was closest to the stove, so he was smoked into the infirmary that day, and the old disease recurred, and he was hung with salt water for half a month.

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After listening to the story told by Zhuo Li, everyone laughed for a while, and someone asked: What happened later?

Zhuo Li said: "Later, some classmates reported that Teacher Zhang punished Zhou Wen for standing in the corridor for a week, and then later, I had to ask Secretary Zhou." ”

Zhou Wen took a sip of his drink and said lightly: "The year before last, Mr. Zhang went to the city government to find me to implement the policy or something, I asked the secretary to do it, and last year Mr. Zhang died of lung cancer, and I sent a wreath." ”