Several white-shirted men quickly persuaded Luo Ji to stop, and then went to pull Liu Yicong away.
I didn't bring any face to them at all, and said coldly and coldly: "I said it's possible, don't trick yourselves into it."
"Don't raise your voice when you are right. The more noisy and noisy you are, the more guilty you are!"
"You are all innocent, so you don't have to worry about Captain Liu investigating."
"Sit down. Don't get excited!"
Immediately, the two old men became so angry that they went crazy, pointing at me from left to right and roaring and barking.
There were two compatriots from Hong Kong present, and Liu Bin was afraid of causing a bad scene, so he quickly came out to smooth things over.
I believe Mr. Liu and Mr. Luo. They have served our anti-smuggling team conscientiously for so many years. They have worked hard even if they have no credit.
The two old men's faces turned pale, and they hated me deeply.
At this time, I said seriously: "If the above possibilities are eliminated, then there is only one possibility left."
"The only possibility!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless stern and expectant eyes were cast on me.
The two old frogs were still angry and stared at me.
I said with a straight face: "This possibility is..."
"The appraiser of the anti-smuggling team is too poor!"
"The ICPO is at the scene, it's a shame it's gone abroad."
"It is recommended to block people and never hire them."
For ten seconds after I finished speaking, no one in the room responded at all.
Ten seconds later, the Mongolian girl's godson clutched his chest and fell to the ground.
Luo Ji, on the other hand, had dull eyes and a dazed look on his face. He pointed one finger at me, swore a trembling curse, and fell back.
Not long after, the two old men were dragged into the ambulance and drove away.
I was sent back to Fangzhou in the best car of the anti-smuggling team.
I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about cleaning up Luo Ji and Liu Yicong.
The first two times I just beat them to pain, this time, I beat them to scare them!
Only by beating them out of fear can we survive in the days to come!
What I’m fighting now is just two little flies, but in the future, I’m going to fight wealthy wolves, tigers, leopards, and giant pythons and dragons!
"You brat, why are you fighting with others?"
"Oh my God, it's going to be winter soon. How can you bear it with your bald head?"
"What the hell. This is too cruel. Nanshu or Kyushu?"
In the office, Haiye gently wiped the wound on my head, his fat old face clenched, full of heartache and hatred.
I leaned on the wicker chair and shook my head indifferently: "None of them."
"no?"
"Is that because you are jealous? Are you changing girls again?"
"Bah. Chaos in the beginning but abandonment in the end. Chen Shimei. That little girl from the Lin family..."
I interrupted Hai Ye fiercely.
Haiye curled his lips: "Who gave you this hat?"
The hat I wore was given to me by Qi Yan, so there was no need to tell Tu Laoliang.
After slowly applying the medicine, Haiye pulled up a chair and sat in front of me: "Tell me. Who did the beating?"
I didn't hear anything strange in Haiye's voice, so I impatiently waved my hand and put on my hat to leave.
"Don't worry about this. I'll handle it myself."
However, Haiye blocked the door and refused to leave, insisting on asking me to explain clearly.
I was embarrassed to tell Mr. Hai the reason, so I pushed him away and walked away.
Haiye grabbed my hand and pointed at me and threatened that if I didn't tell him, he would record me as absent from work.
After pulling and pulling to the gate, a Bentley drove directly to the mailroom.
The pig-faced Li Zihua climbed out of the car tremblingly, carrying a dozen large bags in both hands, and called me Tong Geer in a low voice from a distance.
On Friday night, although Li Zihua escaped, he was not spared.
Two days later, Mei Sandai's face was still covered in bruises. The head full of bags looks extremely funny.
Haiye looks at me, then looks at coal
The third generation's one-eyed little eyes turned around a few times, seeming to understand something.
After entering the office, Mr. Mei was sitting in an upright manner, with his short and stout legs tightly clasping his hands, and he apologized to me with tears streaming down his face.
If I hadn't protected him that night, the instigator, Mei Sandai, would have been forced to lie on the hospital bed for half a year.
Seeing the third generation of coal crying heartbroken and unable to repent, I waved my hand indifferently and ended the matter.
The next second, the third generation of coal workers shook their heads and put a dozen large bags in front of me. Ai Ai handed over another contract.
"Prospecting Agreement."
The third generation of Mei was beaten, and he would definitely not tell his family. But he still helped me get this contract.
After reading the contract, I was a little unsure. After thinking about it for a while, I had to ask Mr. Hai for advice.
Haiye was surprised when he saw the prospecting agreement. He immediately became energetic and sat down at the door, flipping the pages in the air.
While flipping through the pages, Hai Ye asked Mei Sandai various questions.
Although the third generation of coal was uneducated, when they were naked, they played with coal in the coal mine, going up and down the shaft as if it were for fun. In response to Mr. Hai's professional inquiries, the third generation of coal could answer five, five, six or six.
When he encountered a technical term that he didn't understand, after Haiye simplified it, Mei Sandai could barely answer it.
After asking the questions, Haiye took the condolence gift that the third generation of coal had given me and entered the second hospital. After a while, he handed out a roll of drawings and asked the third generation of coal to identify them.
This is obviously a embarrassment to the third generation of coal.
Haiye was very polite to the third generation of Mei. He said with a smile that it didn't matter if he didn't understand. He looked at the third generation of Mei and felt more affectionate to him than his own grandson.
I took the paper and pen from my desk, looked at the map with my little eyes, and the names of various places and coal mines came out of my mouth. While listening, I quickly drew lines and marked them on the note paper.
It can be seen that Haiye is also an expert in geology.
Moreover, he is still an extraordinary master.
When studying geology, hand-drawn maps are a basic skill. The more you can learn, the more you can draw.
But there are very few people who can mark out every mountain accurately.
There is really no one who can enter Fangzhou just to make a living.
I became interested in Mr. Hai, so I quietly stepped forward to spy on him, but he was ruthlessly kicked out by Mr. Hai to guard the door.
Not long after, Hai Ye came out to change the guard, grabbed me and asked me fiercely: "Who beat you? Do you remember their appearance?"
I knew that Mr. Hai had already told the story of how he and I were beaten from the mouth of the third generation Mei, and it was the most detailed kind.
But I still insist on one sentence.
