Whether handed over or confiscated, these dog tags are stamped as invalid.

The next unified treatment method is to send it to the thermal power plant to be destroyed in a unified manner!

In our line of work, there are two things that are most important.

One is the file, and the other is the dog tag!

After entering a certain unit, before the file is implemented, the first thing to be issued is the dog tag!

Archives for a lifetime.

Dog tags, accompany to death!

"Secretary Zhang, ask for something. Is it the end of Fangzhou's dismantling, and everyone's dog licenses must be handed over?"

"Theoretically, that's how it works, but you're different, Assistant Tong. Although Fangzhou is gone, you will definitely go to the next stop with your dog tag."

"Today's meeting is over. I'm afraid that our Tianjia Army won't be able to keep you."

"If we meet again in the future, I'm afraid I'll have to salute you."

I picked up the dog tag, pursed my lips and smiled, and said indifferently, "I'm afraid this thing will be used this time today."

Zhang Jiangtao's face was pale, and he was about to speak, but I had already hung up the dog tag, received the badge and strode away.

The Tianjia Army does not cover a large area, but it is only 50,000 square meters, which is not even a fraction of the headquarters.

The only awesome place is that it's all bungalows. That is, the original old courtyard building.

However, the area of this quadrangle is slightly larger.

To be precise, this courtyard should be called a house!

The Prince's Palace!

The Prince's Mansion is an immovable ancient building, and there is currently no hierarchy for immovable buildings in the Shenzhou Cultural Museum.

However, this prince's palace was a national key protected cultural relics unit as early as 61 years. Look at the book

Her first owner, named ......

and Shen.

Walked to the Sanjin Courtyard, and waited in the waiting room to drink tea and smoke cigarettes.

Within a few minutes, several people walked in, but it wasn't Mu Qingqing Lin who was Xi.

When he saw me in the corner, Mu Qingqing immediately showed a thorn in his eye with hatred, and said coldly, "I can't get used to the smell of smoke, let's go outside."

"The smell of smoke. Where's the smoke?"

Behind Mu Qingqing, a handsome young man with starry eyes, bright teeth, red lips and pink face jumped out, glanced at the audience, and suddenly snorted coldly and scolded: "Lords. They have extinguished my smoke."

"This is not a place for a few masters to smoke."

There were many people sitting in the waiting room, and they didn't care about the little boy's words.

Seeing that no one took care of him, the little boy's face was a little unbearable, and he took off his sunglasses with a cold voice: "Say it again, masters. Smoking is not allowed here. I'm going to bother you guys to go out to the corridor."

"I'm not going to say it a third time. Don't blame me for not explaining the rules to the masters."

It wasn't until these words came out that the people at the scene looked at the little boy with straight eyes.

In the twilight, a middle-aged man stood up, smiled at the handsome young man and apologized, and glared at the others.

A few people would have gotten up and left, but two of them didn't take the little boy seriously at all because of their qualifications.

The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and leaned over to bite his ear!

Suddenly, the faces of the two old qualifications changed, and they immediately jumped up, waved enthusiastically at the little boy and smiled, and resolutely turned around and left the room.

In the south, there is a group of people who completely ignore what is happening under their noses, and continue to smoke, drink, chat, and fart.

The little boy blinked, his eyes were bright, his left hand was in his pocket, and his right hand was carrying a thumb-thick purple gold bamboo dragon and tiger walking like the wind to this wave of people: "Hello, say you." Hemorrhoids or pus from the soles of the feet. You can't move your ass, can you?"

This wave of people did not seem to be low, and they were extremely angry at the young man's vicious words, and they made accusations one after another. "Smoke and smoke, don't pollute the air here."

"Hey, the little baby didn't sew her mouth well. Don't say that the Tianjia Army can't control us smoking, even if President Wang Lao comes, he won't dare to talk about us."

"Mr. Wang can't control you? Who are you?"

"We are from the headquarters of the museum, and we are here to inspect this prince's mansion."

"Kid, you get out. Don't delay our work."

Smack!

The little boy picked up the purple bamboo and smashed it on the table, smashing the teacups, cigarettes, and lighters on the table all over the ground.

"Less work to scare people! Master, I don't eat this set. Get it all out of here."

The teacups flew wildly, the tea splashed wildly, and a few people who were not low jumped up instantly.

"Call your family out."

"I'm sorry for you, my family doesn't have time to pay attention to you, what are you going to do? Come at me."

When the other party heard this, he was angry: "What do you say when your clothes are wet?"

"I'm sorry for you. I said it twice beforehand. You still have to smoke. If you don't listen to the persuasion, I will definitely smash your stall.

The other party sneered: "Do you care about the sky and the earth, do you care about smoking and farting? This is the Tianjia Army, you make this your own home?"

"You have two choices, either you apologize or you pay for my clothes."

The old-fashioned young man sneered twice: "You're really right, here's really my home."

"As for the compensation? I'll compensate you for the second uncle."

The other party, a half-hundred-year-old man who was most embarrassed by the tea, wiped the tea heavily, and was furious: "What a big breath, the Tianjia Army was opened by your family, and those who don't know still think you are the son of Mr. Wang."

"Are you talking about Wang Xiaobai?"

"Cut. That kid is like a, sissy."

The half-hundred-year-old man pointed at the young man and shouted, "What's your name? I'll go to your family."

The little boy was arrogant and said coldly, "If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname. Young master, my surname is Xiahou. Two Names Gallop."

"This prince's palace belongs to my grandfather."

"I live here, and if you don't accept anything, just come to me."

All of a sudden, the people in front of them were silent.

Everyone looked at the boy in unison, full of strangeness and horror, and unspeakable fear.

"You, you, you are ......"

"Little, little, little uncle......

The half-hundred-year-old man shrunk his head, his old face was strange, his eyes kept blinking, his mouth pulled up, trembling and stammering flatteringly: "I, I am, I am Bai Yunjian's big apprentice, I, my name, my name is ......."

"Who is your little uncle? Who is Bai Yunjian?"

"I am the ...... of Ma Jianjian, and Ma Jiangong is in the lineage of Shigong."

"Oh?"

The little boy sighed, tilted his head and squinted at the old man, and suddenly scolded.