A few days later, when I was about to get off work, my colleague told me that someone was looking for me downstairs, and I asked who it was, and my colleague said that he didn't know, but just said that he was looking for Qian Xiaomin. I hurriedly turned off the landlord for fear that the boss would see it, so I put on my coat and went downstairs.

I work for an import and export company that specializes in importing some beef milk powder health products and stuff from Oceania. In the past few years, under the influence of purchasing agents, business is not good, and seeing other people's companies developing and growing, they have all moved to the big office buildings in Laoshan District. And our company is still hiding in a small dilapidated office building.

When I went downstairs, I saw a tall and strong man, standing at the corner of the back door on the first floor, smoking, smiling at me.

The man was extremely fat, wearing a black trench coat, black leather boots on his feet, and black toad glasses. If it weren't for his very dramatic figure, he would look a bit like a spy just by looking at his outfit.

I walked over excitedly. The fat man took out a cigarette and handed it to me and said, "What's the matter, I haven't seen you for a few years, buddy, am I getting more and more handsome?"

This fat man's name is Wang Dachao, and he is a good buddy from childhood to adulthood in the village next door. He didn't study well in high school, and he liked to make trouble at school, and once he quarreled with a few gangsters in the school, and accidentally beat up the "Brother Haonan" inside, that is, the principal's nephew. After the school expelled him, his family arranged for him to be a soldier.

In the army, the fat man is so prosperous that his business ability is so strong that he can't do it. It happened that the fat man in the Sichuan earthquake made meritorious service and became a squad leader. Later, he was seconded to another unit, and the fat man called me to say that the army asked for secrecy and could not tell me where he went, and then there was no contact for a long time.

I scolded him: Dead fatty, where have you been going to the fuck all this time, and you don't give a letter to your brothers!

I looked at the time, and it was almost time to get off work. So I took the fat man to a dumpling restaurant at the back of the building and sat down. We asked for a few bottles of Laoshan beer, and the fat man bit the cap of the bottle and took a sip of it.

The fat man told me about the situation in the past few years. It turned out that after their troops returned from Sichuan, the fat man was seconded to the "Snow Wind Brigade" special force of the Lanzhou Military Region because of his excellent performance. Just arrived at the "Snow Wind Brigade", the fat man could hang two bricks with a rope for an hour, and he could run five kilometers like a mad dog with a weight of 25 kilograms. He is also appreciated by his superiors.

Later, during an anti-terrorism mission that could not be described in too much detail, he patrolled and saw someone brandishing a kitchen knife to attack civilians, the situation was urgent, and the fat man fired without the approval of his superiors, and the person was shot in the head by him instantly.

Later, a large group of family members, relatives and friends of the rioters ran to the troops to make trouble, saying that the deceased was not a terrorist, but a mentally ill person. I also took out a certificate issued by the hospital. The men also put up banners, which had a bad impact. The fat man's superior leaders cherished their talents, and they have been under pressure to protect the fat man, and they also promised to compensate. Who knew that the family of the deceased did not forgive, and instead of asking to deal with the person who shot at the time, and the fat man was a righteous person, he didn't want to embarrass the team, so he received the discharge pay and went home.

I sighed after hearing this, I never thought that the fat man had suffered such a big grievance. I saw that the fat man didn't think so, and while talking, he performed a fancy trick of pouring beer without spilling a glass.

At this time, the waiter served a plate of fried clams and a plate of old vinegar peanuts, and I sandwiched a chopstick and asked the fat man what his plans were in the future. He said that there were no good plans for the time being, and that the chicken farm owned by his parents had been closed by the Environmental Protection Bureau, and it was impossible to go home to raise chickens. However, there are several large companies in Qingdao that recruit security guards, and he wants to try it. The fat man has an average level of education and wants me to write him a few beautiful resumes.

I said: It's a bit condescending to let a dignified special forces member become a security guard, but don't worry, I can't starve you if I have a brother, and you come to me when you have no money, and there are still tens of thousands of yuan in deposits.

I saw a basket carved with a small peach pit when the fat man was drinking, and a red rope passed through the basket handle and was worn on the fat man's wrist. I laughed and said, "Fatty, why are you still carrying this thing?"

This small peach pit basket was given to us by the goddess in the village, that is, Zheng Wenwen's distant second grandmother, when we were just in junior high school, to be precise.