Chapter 5 (8) (II)

As soon as Malala's figure disappeared at the corner of the highway, the long black and thin face of Wang Zhengqing, the person in charge of the property management company, appeared in front of Gao Jinsong. He stared at the highway with empty eyes for a long time before asking, "Who was that just now?" "He doesn't have good eyes, and he doesn't like to wear glasses, so he always has to squint his eyes when he looks at something.

"Who?" Gao Jinsong also raised his head and followed his gaze, and asked knowingly.

"The guy on the highway just now! Isn't it Malalala? ”

Gao Jinsong leaned out of the sentry box and looked around. Not to mention the figures on the highway, there is not even a car. Under the scorching sun, the smooth road surface reflected a blinding white light; The green trees on the side of the road stand slumped, and the cicadas sing "know it" in the leaves.

"Nobody." Gao Jinsong said. He added, "I didn't see anyone going out." He took out a bottle of drink from the sentry box and handed it to Wang Zhengqing.

Wang Zhengqing, who walked around the community and walked with a dry mouth, took the drink, unscrewed the lid and poured down the small half bottle, only to find that something was not quite right. He brought the bottle to his eyes, glanced at the sign, and said, "Why are you willing to buy this?" He is a little strange, Gao Jinsong is a well-known miser in the company, and he is usually reluctant to buy a meat dish when he eats in the school cafeteria opposite the community, how did he break the bill today?

Gao Jinsong said with a smile: "When I was patrolling in the morning, I saw the people of the second unit of the seventh building moving, I took a hand, and just now they specially bought half a drink and came over to say thank you." ”

"Oh. They weren't looking for a moving company? ”

"It seems that the people from the moving company broke some of their valuables, and there was a dispute, and in the end, the moving company confiscated the final payment, and the furniture did not help them move it......"

"What happened?"

"How's that?" Gao Jinsong didn't know what Wang Zhengqing was asking, so he asked rhetorically.

"Is there a dispute resolution?"

"Oh, this matter, one by one, the moving company left without receiving the final payment, I helped them move everything upstairs, and the owner scolded a few words." Gao Jinsong had no choice but to put the previous words together and say them again. As he spoke, another car turned from the road, and he stood up to go and check the pass; Wang Zhengqing waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to come out, and walked over to check it himself. He quickly raised his hand to let Gao Jinsong pull up the railing. In fact, there is no need for him to ask, Gao Jinsong can already see clearly when he sits in the sentry box, the license plate number is very familiar, and the driver is a female "big money" who lives in more than a dozen villas in Linjiang.

"Do you know what this woman does?" Wang Zhengqing's eyes chased the Mercedes-Benz sports car, and his mouth said mysteriously.

Gao Jinsong shook his head and said, "I don't know." "What does that landlady do has to do with him.

"Do you know Xiao Yan?"

Of course, Gao Jinsong knows that the No. 8 of Mingyuan, the provincial city of Xiaoyan, the main midfielder, and the undisputed boss in the team, will have a few kicks on the court last year. However, Gao Jinsong still shook his head: "I don't know." Is he the male protagonist of "Butterfly Dance"? "Butterfly Dance" is a set of urban romance dramas that have recently been broadcast on the city TV station, with handsome men and beautiful women with all the actors, old-fashioned love plots in large corporate offices, and the dialogue content is so disgusting that Gao Jinsong can't even swallow steamed buns, but every day the newspaper is the number one rated program, which can't help but make Gao Jinsong wonder if his aesthetic is no longer able to keep up with the pace of the times?

Hearing the name of this TV series, Wang Zhengqing jumped high like his tail was stepped on, and said: "Don't mention the fucking butterfly!" Disgusting dead man's! I can't wait to strangle all the butterflies! Then hang it all on the gate tower to dry! ……”

It's all this damn broken TV series, so he didn't even watch the game in the provincial city of Mingyuan last night! His wife dominated the TV set, and he was not even allowed to change the program during the advertising time, so he could only go to a small restaurant on the street, order a bottle of beer and a plate of peanuts, and watch the TV with a shy face.

Seeing him jump up and scold the TV series, Gao Jinsong was even more sure that he really couldn't keep up with the times, and he had a common language with Wang Zhengqing! Wang Zhengqing is Yu Fatzi's dog meat friend. But he didn't remind Wang Zhengqing that the topic now is who Xiao Yan is.

The two of them started from the ugly TV series, and dragged until the unpalatable food in the canteen of Waijiang Football School across the road, and after smoking two cigarettes, Wang Zhengqing remembered that he was here and asked, "Have you seen Malala?" ”

"I saw him half an hour ago, he's on patrol." Gao Jinsong looked at his watch. "It's almost time to come over again." He handed Wang Zhengqing another cigarette, lit a fire for him, and asked, "What are you looking for him?" ”

"It's nothing, just last week, the students of the University of Science and Technology lost the game, and they want to get back on the field, and they will meet again this afternoon......" Wang Zhengqing raised the cigarette in front of his eyes and took a closer look, thought for a while, and then stretched his face and said, "Did Malala run away?" ”

Seeing him carefully look at the trademark of the cigarette roll, Gao Jinsong knew that something bad was wrong. He usually smokes shoddy cigarettes for one or two yuan, but today Malala gave him more than ten yuan of high-end cigarettes, but he didn't expect Wang Zhengqing's bad eyes to turn his brain so quickly. Since he was seen out, he couldn't deny it, so he had to tell the truth.

Listening to Gao Jinsong finish talking about things, Wang Zhengqing stared at the two eyes and didn't speak for a long time, his fingers trembled so much that he could barely catch the cigarette roll, and finally stomped his foot in anger, spat a mouthful, and scolded: "This ...... This...... This crumb! Isn't that deadly? ”

Gao Jinsong was taken aback by his panicked look, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I ...... He...... Suffer from the sissy plague! This is the time to be killed by Malala! ”

Gao Jinsong comforted Wang Zhengqing, who was so anxious that he had no master, and patiently interrogated what happened. In a few words, he figured out the situation: last time a group of college students lost the game and lost face, and today they want to get it back, but who knows that the game is about to start, the chief scorer Malala, who won all the goals in the last big win over the opponent, escaped from the battle, and the other main defender ate and drank his stomach again yesterday, and the two generals were absent, can this game still be played?

Gao Jinsong couldn't help but be happy when he heard him say that he was desolate. Isn't it just an amateur game, if you lose, you won't be relegated, and if you win, there will be no bonus, as for panicking like this? After all, he is also the number one person in the property management company in Waijiang, and he is not afraid of jokes when he says it.

"I'm in a hurry even if there is a bonus!"

Gao Jinsong's mouth opened wide in surprise. A pheasant race also has a prize, what is the claim? But he immediately came to his senses, and it seemed that both sides of the game were still betting on the winner or loser.

Indeed, both sides of the game not only bet money, but also bet heavily, and several guys in the security team not only bet on their own salaries, but also borrowed money from colleagues for gambling; The one who bet the most money is Wang Zhengqing, who has just bet all the salary and bonuses to subsidize the league overtime pay, a total of 1,400 ......

Gao Jinsong made a rough calculation, the security team made up about 4,000 bonuses, could it be that there are so many college students? A bunch of poor students probably can't come up with that much money, right? But if the college students don't take 4,000 yuan out, what will Wang Zhengqing do with the money? He didn't think clearly for a long time, so he asked tentatively: "College students, they also take 4,000 yuan?" ”

"Of course!" Wang Zhengqing glanced at Gao Jinsong angrily. If college students don't come up with the same amount of money, who will be able to make up this money? But his mind immediately returned to the game, which had little chance of winning. He now doesn't even have the strength to blame Malala, and is thinking about how to explain the crime of "embezzlement" to his wife when he goes home.

Gao Jinsong continued to ask: "Why do you bet so much money in one game?" There was already a hint of reproach in his words. Needless to ask, Wang Zhengqing, as the captain of the security team, has nothing to do with him about the team members pooling money to "raise funds", and as a management cadre of a property management company, it is even more wrong to take the lead in betting a month's salary on the outcome of a game, and still think about making money from this, which is gambling! This is not the same thing as gambling on the small host!

Wang Zhengqing blushed a little, and said in a snort: "Don't I just want to earn a few more cigarette money......" In his opinion, a rematch with college students is simply sending the security team to the door to slaughter, and the college students also offered to double the bonus, which is in line with the hearts of the security team members, this is simply giving them money for nothing! But now it seems that people dare to make this suggestion because they are prepared, plus the main scorer Malala...... Alas, it seems that his money was thrown in vain!

Gao Jinsong came up with an idea and said: "Can you talk to the college students, the competition is the competition, and the money is not mentioned?" ”

How can that work! Wang Zhengqing, whose face had not yet eased up, immediately shook his head like a rattle. There is a word of mouth in the football circle! Since he promised to double the bet of others, he can only double it, and now he changes his words to say "friendship first game second copper stinky Hughti", does he Wang Zhengqing and the security team want to mix in the provincial football circle in the future? Now don't talk about the debt, you can't even mention the excuse of "the personnel don't rectify the day and play again"! I can't say it!

When he said this, Gao Jinsong couldn't cry or laugh. I can't imagine that the provincial capital, which has not even kept a provincial football team, has such an amateur football circle that remembers its promises and keeps its reputation! There are few such things in the real football circle, many times even the good things in the morning can be changed at noon, patting the chest on the first day and saying a good price, and the next day they turn their faces and deny it......

He casually wanted to say that I would help you kick a game, but the words came to his lips, but he changed his words and said, "I will also go to cheer for you after work." "He has seen a few amateur team games in football school, not to mention the lack of tactical coordination, the degree of rough and ferocious action on the field makes him a former professional player even more frightened, the most frightening thing is that sometimes the defender's tackle is not running for the ball at all, but directly at the leg of the person with the ball, as if the ball does not matter in the past, as long as one leg is left...... The good news is that the defenders are not professional, the strikers and midfielders are not professional, and when it comes to this kind of situation, the frontcourt players usually don't hesitate to give up football, so he hasn't seen any injuries so far.

"If you don't have enough people, you can make up the numbers." Wang Zhengqing said. At the same time, he mentioned another thing, the company has prepared for him to attend the security training course of the public security organs next month, and when he comes out of the training class, he may have to be transferred to the Kangjiang family to be the deputy director of the security department.

Gao Jinsong already knew about this matter, and Yu Fatzi informed him in advance yesterday evening, and Wang Zhengqing was not surprised at all when he mentioned this matter now. However, he still verbally expressed his gratitude to Wang Zhengqing, and said that as long as the team needs it, he can go on the field to fill the number, and it is not suitable to play as a striker or midfielder, but a defender is always okay.

Wang Zhengqing wanted to hear this. It doesn't matter if Gao Jinsong can play football or not, the key is that his height and physical fitness are stronger than the defender who is still having diarrhea, and then dial it a little next to him, hehe, isn't there a "steel defender"? He didn't believe it, in front of Gao Jinsong, those college students dared to run around with their heads stuffed at the risk of hurting their arms and legs!

He immediately told Gao Jinsong about his guard experience. Mark people, not balls; To get stuck in the position, don't run around; Be decisive and don't hesitate; Since you have the advantage of height and weight, you can't let the advantage go to waste, stick to it, do it when you should do it, and if you don't obey, give him a profound lesson, let him tremble when he sees you......

When he talked about these precautions, Gao Jinsong's expression was very intent, and he kept nodding his head in agreement, and from time to time one or two naïve questions came up to ask the senior amateur defender. Looking at Wang Zhengqing's serious appearance of hating to instill all the guard experience in his belly, Gao Jinsong couldn't help but be a little funny: If he told the captain of the security team in front of him about his past experience, what would Wang Zhengqing's expression be? Will he give up the captaincy?

"Also, you have to listen to my command when you play, don't run around A lot of guys are like headless flies when they go back to the field, and they toss themselves so much that they lose their strength in a few clicks, and you follow me when you ......"

"Okay, I'll follow." Gao Jinsong should admit it.

It seems that Wang Zhengqing doesn't know anything about himself at all. It's strange, isn't he and Yu Fatzi friends in wine and meat? Could it be that Yu Fatzi didn't show his mouth to him at all? He couldn't help but be even more grateful to Yu Fumin. What a good person, promised not to talk casually, but he didn't even tell his good friend for many years......

"You listen to me anyway!" Wang Zhengqing said at the end. It's almost time, he has to hurry back to the office to make arrangements, and make up a reason to deal with the family, alas, there are so many things, but fortunately he has added another insurance to the guard line!

But multiple half-hung defenders still can't solve his big problem!

Damn Malala, if you turn around and strangle him, you will throw him in the sun and dry him!

Wang Zhengqing was full of thoughts, and even forgot to say goodbye and turned around and walked back, and before he took a few steps, Gao Jinsong chased him out and asked him: "What time is the game?" ”

"Five o'clock!"

"Where?"

"After work, you come to the office first, and let's go over together. Just across the street from the Waijiang Football School! ”