Li Lin followed Xitong back to the village, and he was in a messy mood along the way, and his father was so happy that he fainted because of a tractor.

When I got home, my mood was even more chaotic, my father Li Dashan was lying on crutches in the car to study, and my eldest brother Li Sen wiped the mud on the wheels of the car with a towel dipped in water.

Dong Biao Duan Lei helped beside him, used a washbasin to draw water from the well, and splashed the dirty water from washing towels in the yard.

Li Dashan questioned Li Lin, "You don't tell your family about buying a car?" ”

Li Lin rolled his eyes and said, "What is there to say, isn't it just a tractor." Big brother, don't wipe it, wait for my Santana to buy it and let you wipe it. ”

Li Dashan glared angrily, "How can you be good, child, how much did it cost to come down to the tractor, water pump, and medicine pump?" ”

Li Lin didn't bother to make an offer, so he walked over and supported him, "Don't care how much money it is, when I finish my business and make enough money, the car will be left for you to farm." ”

Li Dashan stared at the bull's eye and couldn't speak, and finally could only sigh: "Your wings are hard, I can't control it." ”

Li Lin laughed, and you didn't control it when I said that my wings were not hard.

"My father, why is my mother going?"

"Go to your Uncle Qiang's house, at noon today, the village chief came to collect the gun with the dispatch office, and was beaten away by your Lei Ye with a stick."

"What's that? Who does he hit with a stick? Da Li Dajun or police station? ”

"I beat Li Dajun, but I didn't hit the police station."

Li Lin's head instantly grew big, and he hurriedly went to Xitong's house to have a look, and met a group of people as soon as he walked out of the gate.

The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing a Type 95 army green police uniform, with a leather bag under his left armpit, followed by seven or eight police uniforms.

Li Dajun nodded and accompanied him, and greeted Li Lin with a smile, "Erlin is back, this is Director Qiu Rongjun of the County Public Security Bureau, you quickly persuade your father to cooperate with the surrender of the gun." ”

"Hello Director Qiu." Li Lin stretched out his right hand, kept a one-meter social distance, leaned his upper body forward slightly, put his four fingers together and spread his thumb, and made a standard handshake etiquette.

Qiu Rongjun was a little surprised, the first time he met the peasant child who took the initiative to shake hands, the posture was very standard.

"Hello little comrade." Qiu Rongjun shook hands with Li Lin, looked at the closed big iron door and said, "Let your master open the door, and I'll talk to him again." ”

"Okay, please wait." Li Lin turned around and called the door, "Xiaoxi, open the door." ”

The iron door opened, and Xitong glared at Li Dajun angrily, and the two vertical lines on his eyebrows hid anger.

Li Lin patted him on the shoulder and said, "What about our master?" ”

Xitong whispered, "Sulking in Westinghouse, do you want me to call him?" ”

"No, you don't." Li Lei went out on crutches, walked up to Qiu Rongjun and said, "You are the big leader of the car station?" ”

Qiu Rongjun laughed, "Uncle, I'm not a leader, just call me Xiao Qiu." ”

"Don't dare!" Li Lei glanced at everyone and said, "You are here to hand over my gun?" ”

Li Gangqiang and his wife hurriedly came out when they heard the movement, and Zhang Cui saw his son's hand stretched out and pulled it, wanting to pull Li Lin behind him.

Li Lin gently held his mother's hand and motioned her not to get excited.

Qiu Rongjun said with a smile: "The old gentleman has shed blood and made meritorious contributions to the country, and I respect him very much. However, it is the policy of the state to confiscate civilian firearms in accordance with the law, and we would like to ask you to support our work. ”

Li Lei snorted coldly, and said with a straight face: "The gun was given to me by my old leader, and I can't hand it over to you, so I won't hand it over." ”

Qiu Rongjun continued to laugh and said, "Old man, who is your old leader?" ”

Li Dajun interjected: "Old man Li, collecting the gun is a document from the province, can you not be successful if you don't cooperate?" ”

"You're right." Xitong glared directly, raised his fist and scolded Li Dajun, "Here is your part in talking?" Which green onion are you? ”

Li Gangqiang and his wife also scolded Li Dajun, and the staff who collected the guns hurriedly shouted to stop, and the atmosphere instantly ignited.

"Say less!" Qiu Rongjun controlled the situation, and the smile on his face was gone, "Old man Li, can you answer my question just now?" ”

Li Lei took out a red notebook and handed it to him, "Look at it yourself." ”

Qiu Rongjun took over with a smile, and quickly stared at the bull's eye, and his face became extremely solemn.

Two minutes later, he returned the red book to Li Lei with both hands, his face was full of confusion, "Your situation is special, you put away the gun first, and I will go back to ask the city bureau for instructions first." ”

Li Lei waved his hand, "Go and ask for instructions, I won't leave food." ”

"Can the old man make it convenient and give me the gun." Qiu Rongjun's face was solemn, that small book was too powerful, and the city bureau might not be able to call the shots.

Li Lei's guy is even more awesome, it is the standard equipment of the old American regular army, and it belongs to the type of gun that must be handed in.

If he doesn't accept this gun, if something happens to this gun in the future, he will definitely not be able to escape the involvement, and Qiu Rongjun is a little difficult to ride.

"Comrade Qiu, please go back, that gun has been with me for a lifetime, and I am reluctant to hand it over." After Li Lei finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Qiu Rongjun hurriedly stayed, "Old man, wait first." ”

"Master, you wait." Li Lin stopped Li Lei and said with a smile: "Give it to them, it's a disaster to keep that thing." ”

Li Lei raised his head and glared at Li Lin, and said lightly: "Little turtle grandson, turn your elbow out?" ”

"Look, you've wronged me again." Li Lin hugged Li Lei and said, "I'm addicted to cigarettes and want to smoke your cigarette pouch pot, go to your house to talk." ”

Qiu Rongjun saw hope, and said with a smile: "Little brother, have a good chat with our old man, don't make the old man angry." ”

Li Lin helped Li Lei back to the house, he knew that the most stringent "Gun Control Law" would be promulgated soon, and the era of a national gun ban had arrived.

That gun is a time bomb, it is unwise to forcibly stay at home, and in the future, it will be sentenced to prison if you are very armed with a gun, Li Lin does not want to let Xitong's family have an accident.

Qiu Rongjun waited outside the gate for more than half an hour, smoking cigarettes one after another, and looked eagerly at the hut in the courtyard.

He is an ambitious man, and there is a reason why he is obsessed with confiscating Li Lei's gun, because the work of a retired veteran is the most difficult to do.

A similar situation occurred in Zheng Cheng, where a veteran went to block the gate of the city bureau with a gun license signed by a certain military bigwig, and the bureau leader who scolded him did not dare to go out, and finally gave up.

In the morning, Qiu Rongjun heard about Li Lei's situation, and after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to go out in person, and if he could persuade Li Lei to surrender his gun, he would definitely be set up as "typical" propaganda by the newspapers.

At this time, the door of the hut opened, and Li Lin came out with both hands, a handful of M1911 in his left hand and Li Lei's small notebook in his right hand.

Li Lin said: "My grandfather agreed to cooperate, there is no magazine in the gun, the magazine is in my left pocket, and I am not aggressive." ”

"Good, good, I believe you." Qiu Rongjun almost burst into tears.

Regardless of the danger, he ran to Li Lin in two steps, first took out three magazines from Li Lin's pocket, and then took the pistol and gun license and handed them to his accompanying subordinates.

Qiu Rongjun bowed to Li Lei, "Old man, thank you for cooperating with my work, thank you." ”

Li Lei turned his back and ignored him, and Qiu Rongjun didn't care, took out his business card from his purse, and wrote the numbers on the business card with a pen.

After writing it, he handed it to Li Lin and said, "This is my phone number." ”

Li Lin took the business card with both hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, Qiu Ju." ”

The two shook hands cordially, Li Lin felt happy in his heart, and there was another heavyweight in his network.

If you want to do big business, you have to have a lot of connections, especially in the mid-to-late 90s.