Wendong District is located in the fourth ring road of S City, and five years ago, it was just a pilot town combining urban and rural areas. We started our business from here, firstly, the funds are limited, the rent is cheap, and secondly, the drastic urban renovation project in S City has caused many construction developers to pour in, and the consumption of corresponding advertising materials will not be less.

From the moment I entered the city center, I began to be confused, and the impression of several commercial buildings, rows of old houses marked with the word "demolition", and small shops along the street were all gone.

I parked my car outside a mall. I looked up at the tall buildings that were floating into the clouds, and my heart was in shock.

After three years of walking, who would have thought that the land under my feet was the place where "Long Live the Queen" was born.

It was originally a 40-year-old six-story residential building, and our small workshop house was on the first floor of the old house.

The boundary of less than 40 square meters is divided into two rooms by Jin Xiyan, the outer room is the studio, and the inner room is the equipment workshop. Ideal and realistic, we have chosen the reality of subsistence, there is no so-called design, only mechanical copying advertising business.

During the day, Jin Xiyan wore a blue coat with "** chicken essence" printed on the back to make prints, and when there was no business, he would run the construction site with me and find out the customer letters.

In order to save more, I didn't rent another house, I simply laid a bunk in the outer room, opened the small window, and fell asleep every night smelling the smell of paint and ink in the room.

In order to take care of Jin's mother, Jin Xiyan rented another room in a nearby tube building. After a year of poverty and cheapness, the small workshop finally emptied its deposits.

That night, Jin Xiyan took me to the food stall to order braised pork ribs and fat sausages, and we didn't see meat for a year, but we didn't just stuff our liver and spleen, I thought it was our loose rice.

The memories didn't continue, my shoulder slammed into me, the strap on my shoulder was pulled by an external force, and I sat on the ground with a scream.

Realizing that I was robbed, I kicked my high heels and pulled my legs to chase after me, but the dress and the injury last night made my combat effectiveness plummet.

"Stop!" I yelled at the middle-aged man running wildly in front of me.

As soon as my words fell, a tall and straight figure flashed from my side, and in just two seconds, the man had already pressed the middle-aged man who grabbed the bag to the ground, and the gangster's waist was pressed against the man's knees, and his two arms were neatly twisted back.

I met Lian Jiazi.

People who go to the city to grab money in broad daylight must be desperate.

Robbing people for money is like taking people's lives, especially for people like me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, ran over quickly, neatly picked up the backpack that I had thrown aside, took out my mobile phone and swiped 110 while thanking the man who pulled out the knife to help.

"Thank you, please press it for a while, I'll call the police."

The "good man" raised his head and stared at me stunned, his face flushed, and he twisted the man to stand up, tall and dark, like a mountain.

I held my head high, picked up the phone in my ear, and swallowed.

"Ahh The money grabber cried, he broke his teeth when he was knocked down, and the ghost crying wolf howl with blood on his face really scared the two of us.

"Cry what cry!" The "hero" shouted, and I was also startled.

"Don't call the police, I beg you not to call the police! Call the police and my daughter will be finished! My daughter is finished! The man was crying hoarsely, and soon we were surrounded by people: "My daughter has uremia waiting for a kidney replacement!" But the money for medical treatment was stolen, and I was really desperate to grab the money! Female Bodhisattva, I beg you, don't call the police! ”

Hearing a story of fatherly love like a mountain, I subconsciously hung up the phone.

When the "hero" saw that I hesitated, his sharp and bright eyes also looked at me: "Girl, don't be soft-hearted, you have to believe in the ability of the police." ”

The righteousness of this man gave people a sense of reassurance, and I nodded and dialed 110 again.

By the time I finished my confession, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.