Chapter Eighty-Three: The Old Revolution Encounters New Problems (Supplemental Edition)

A week later, Jiang Huahong and the others underwent a routine physical examination. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Soon, Jiang Huahong's physical examination result was "gonorrhea syphilis recurrence and needs isolation treatment." ā€

The old bustard in the rejuvenation building almost popped out his eyes when he looked at the physical examination list. The isolation treatment meant that she had to pay a large amount of expensive treatment fees for Jiang Huahong, which was enough to seriously shrink the business performance and economic benefits of the rejuvenation building. If left untreated, Jiang Huahong's disease will be transmitted to prostitutes, causing a series of evil consequences that damage the rights and interests of consumers, and then damage the reputation of the enterprise and endanger the survival of the enterprise. So, the old bustard was so angry that he beat his chest, "Why is the old lady so unlucky?" A little Chang'e is already a money-loser, and now Jiang Huahong has become a money-losing goods again. ā€

This shrewd old bustard thought about it, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and finally, called Jiang Huahong, "Count the old lady unlucky, don't ask you to redeem the money, and I won't spend money on you to see a doctor, let's exchange eggs for salt, and don't look for money." Let's go. ā€

Jiang Huahong immediately knelt down and pleaded; "Mom, I won't leave you, I still have to serve your old man, and your old man will pay for me to see a doctor. Please, Mom. ā€

The old bustard immediately waved his hand impatiently, and the two strong green hats pulled Jiang Huahong up, like a chicken, and dragged Jiang Huahong out. Some people say that the Song Dynasty is one of the most coarse dynasties in Chinese history, but as everyone knows, the green hat of the Song Dynasty is very strong, and it has also won the green hat award issued by the Yuan Dynasty government. Moreover, this tough style has been inherited, and until the Republic of China era, the tough cuckold was still an impregnable Great Wall of pink to ensure the safety of the brothel.

Of course, this shrewd old bustard never thought that Jiang Huahong's physical examination conclusion was a smokescreen carefully arranged by Feng Tao. Although Feng Tao can't talk to a super county official like Madam Jiang, he can talk to some current managers. Jiang Huahong's so-called confession of not leaving Lao Bustard is also acting according to Feng Tao's arrangement.

A few days later, Jiang Huahong, wearing a green cloth trouser gown and a pair of black cloth shoes, appeared in front of a long-distance bus station in Chongqing, carrying a burden on her shoulders and a bag in her hand. At this time, Feng Tao took out a ticket and a small stack of banknotes and handed them to her, and advised: "Good sister, after you arrive in Xi'an, you can do it yourself." You used to be a prostitute, and you were used by the bustard to tear down your sister's platform, which made the other sisters disgusted with you. In the future, if you are working, don't dismantle a piece of the sisters who are working. ā€

Jiang Huahong put away the ticket and nodded gratefully, "Thank you Brother Feng for your advice, I will never dismantle my sister's desk in the future." Brother Feng's great kindness, I will repay you as a cow and a horse in my next life. ā€

After speaking, Jiang Huahong knelt down for Feng Tao. The last time she knelt down for the bustard, it was purely acting, but this time she knelt down for Feng Tao, but she was grateful from the bottom of her heart. Feng Tao hurriedly said, "I can't help it", and hurriedly helped Jiang Huahong up.

The car had already started, and Jiang Huahong, who was sitting in the car, stretched her body out of the window and waved her hand at Feng Tao frequently. Feng Tao also raised his right hand and greeted Jiang Huahong. Last time, Feng Tao was passive when he saved the wind and dust from the black peony and white butterfly, but this time he saved the wind and dust from Jiang Huahong, but Feng Tao took the initiative. At the moment, he was in a very relaxed and happy mood......

In Xinghua Village, Luhe County, Feng Tao looked up at Luo Zhiping after he finished talking about the grievances between himself and several prostitutes.

Luo Zhiping was silent for a long time, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that this white butterfly has such a bumpy encounter, no wonder you don't believe that she may be a Red Flag agent." ā€

Feng Tao didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Luo Zhiping blinked his eyes and scratched his head, "Since White Butterfly is a direct victim of the dark society of the Kuomintang, and is strongly dissatisfied with the dark reality of the Kuomintang, why is it now very willing to contribute to the Kuomintang's lure propaganda?" Don't hesitate to sell the hue? ā€

Feng Tao smiled faintly and spread his hands, "For the sake of money, money can make ghosts grind." They have to eat first, and whoever they eat, of course, they have to do things for whom. Speaking of this, he squeezed his eyes at Luo Zhiping slyly, "Political commissar, do you believe it or not?" If you give enough money, the black peony and the white butterfly will go to blow up the Kuomintang bunker without frowning with the explosive bag. ā€

Luo Zhiping opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he was choked by something intangible. The Communist Party has been a poor party for a long period of time, where did it play the reputation of high salaries and high rewards?

At this moment, he walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back, and then smiled, "The most lethal danger of communism is the capable people of the working class and the working people?" , 100 percent. ā€

As a pure-blooded member of the working class, he obviously couldn't accept this nonsense logic of the White Butterfly. "Before I joined the revolution, I was an excellent fitter, drilling, tapping, scribing, chiseling, filing, sawing, scraping, etc., all kinds of craftsmanship were very good. However, I was a firm believer in communism. ā€

Feng Tao didn't smile, and looked at Luo Zhiping with a solemn expression, "Political commissar, your skills can barely guarantee that you won't starve to death, but it can't guarantee that you make a lot of money." If, if your technology can ensure that you can make a lot of money, and make many people blush, will you still really believe in and support communism? You will say that the capitalists will not make the workers make a lot of money. Of course, in a backward country like China, workers really can't make a lot of money, but in Europe and the United States, some senior technicians can indeed make a lot of money with their superb skills, which makes many people blush. ā€

After a pause, Feng Tao asked: "Political commissar, if you are the kind of capable person who makes a lot of money with technology, then for you, as this kind of capable person, is communism a stumbling block for capable people, or a safety rope for capable people?" ā€

The smile on Luo Zhiping's face disappeared immediately, he didn't speak immediately, and lowered his head. He had the impression that the working class were poor laborers who were poorly clothed and hungry, and it was the first time he had heard of workers who played with technology to make a lot of money. As for this new issue, he, an old revolutionary with more than 20 years of party experience, did not know how to comment on it.

After a while, he looked up again and asked, "Hey, what happened to Jiang Huahong and Xiao Chang'e?" ā€

Feng Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Later, I left the Guotong Region, and I don't know what happened to Jiang Huahong after she went to Xi'an." As for Xiao Chang'e, I have never met her, and I don't know her specific whereabouts. But well, a woman who has no money to see a doctor, is sick and has nothing, what else can she do? It is said that the Republic of China is poor and backward, but at the same time, the Republic of China also has a paradise on earth that makes the big bosses of Europe and the United States droop! However, will this paradise on earth be very happy and generous to accommodate people like Xiao Chang'e? ā€

Luo Zhiping lowered his head, his brows furrowed, and his lips tightly closed. The room was quiet at this time, and you could hear the wind outside.

Luo Zhiping, who had been drooping his head, suddenly raised his head, looked at Feng Tao, and his eyes lit up excitedly, "To put it bluntly, the identity of a prostitute with black peony and white butterfly is a modern ** subordinate, and we can use this to fight back against the Kuomintang's vicious attack on us." ā€

At this time, Cheng Jie pushed the door in, and saw that Luo Zhiping didn't speak, just made a look. Luo Zhiping understood, so he said to Feng Tao: "Xiao Feng, I'll leave first if I have something." ā€

Luo Zhiping followed Cheng Jie to the outside of the courtyard, and when Cheng Jie saw that there was no one around, he approached Luo Zhiping and whispered: "According to the reports of many comrades on the inside line, Chen Mosong's attack order has now been conveyed to the commanders of all armies. ā€