After a while, fear spread throughout the bus, saying there was a murderer, someone saying there was a spy, someone saying there was a bomb...
The crying gradually started.
From the sobbing of the elderly to the crying of children, even the honest and honest driver couldn't help crying.
When the whole car was filled with cries, I stood up silently, got out of the car silently, and got into my special car silently in front of all the passengers.
No. 5 board nodded slightly and waved his hands, and all the guards evacuated in an orderly manner.
The special car drove back to Yandu. No. 5 board Cuntou drove me to Fangzhou Siheyuan and left immediately without following me.
From beginning to end, no one spoke to me.
I know, this is the advice Tian Jian is giving me.
The guards are gone and I can do whatever I want.
But it is absolutely impossible to leave Yan!
Since Tianjian Zheng dared to set up traffic jams on the expressway to stop me, he naturally dared to cancel passenger flights, and even more dared to delay high-speed trains.
This is definitely not a lie!
Today, he dares to let a carload of people accompany me, and tomorrow, he dares to let a plane and a high-speed rail train accompany me.
In this land of China, there is nothing he dare not do.
This ugly and wretched man is cruel enough.
Now, I only have his unfinished favor.
When it’s all repaid, I won’t owe him anything!
After stopping outside Fangzhou alley for a while, I finally entered the courtyard.
As if they had colluded with each other a long time ago, I bumped into someone as soon as I entered the courtyard.
who?
Ma Zhongchao!
The office of the laboratory is spotless, and the broken door has been repaired, all by Tu Laoliang's handiwork.
Ma Jianren was still sitting on the wicker chair across from the desk, flipping through newspapers boredly and looking at the cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray. Ma Jianren had been waiting for me in the office for at least four hours.
Tu Laoliang was sitting on a long wooden chair against the wall at the entrance, like a bent statue of a god, lonely and lonely.
Seeing me entering the house, Ma Jianren was overjoyed and stood up: "Hey, the kid is back. You have worked hard, sit down, sit down..."
"I'll make you tea. This is nine-year-old tea I brought back from the Icelandic village."
"That old tree is six hundred years old."
"Come on, let's smoke first."
He was chattering incessantly, and the movements of the horse sword man's hands were not slow.
He handed me the cigarette in his hand, but turned a blind eye to Tu Laoliang.
I pursed my lips and kept a straight face without taking Ma Jianren's cigarette. I took out the cigarette with my backhand and handed it to Tu Laoliang.
Tu Laoliang was trembling and looking at me. His small one eye was filled with an unspeakable smell, and his face was filled with involuntary twitching. He wanted to cry but couldn't.
The old leaves of Iceland slowly unfurl, the tea soup changes from white to yellow, and the sweet fragrance also rises.
Then Ma Jianren carefully brought the tea cup to me, full of flattery.
Looking at the big gold bracelet of the same style as Brother Haonan on Ma Zhongchao's wrist, and then looking at Ma Jianren's Armani suit and more than 8,000 leather shoes, I couldn't help but have the urge to pour tea soup on this bitch's face. .
A chief engineer with prefecture-level authority who had worked hard for Fangzhou for 40 years, his demobilization and resettlement fee was only a mere 200,000 yuan.
It’s not as valuable as the outfit of a bitch like Ma Zhongchao.
Looking at Ma Zhongchao's monstrous wealth, which is so red between his eyebrows, I don't dare to think about how much Ma Jianren made if Fang had withdrawn early.
This bastard can kill a thousand people!
I feel like vomiting when I see him like that!
He handed the tea cup to Tu Laoliang. Tu Laoliang was immediately flattered and intoxicated by the scent of tea from the 600-year-old tree.
After carefully taking a sip, Bald Lao Liang's small soybean-sized eyes immediately bulged into glass marbles, revealing an exaggerated and wild surprise and satisfaction.
"Swordholder, this tea isn't cheap, is it?"
"Of course it's not cheap. It costs hundreds of thousands. The sip you just took is half your monthly salary."
Bald Laoliang was so horrified that his hands trembled.
So, another half month's salary was lost.
"My little boy, I got you two bottles. This is the stock of the Icelandic village chief. If you drink it, it will be gone."
"Take it and save it. Next year's Olympics, this tea will have to rise."
"I don't drink public blood."
Ma Jianren smiled awkwardly while holding Iceland. Cancan put down Iceland and smiled again with a chrysanthemum face: "By the way, kid. I have something to tell you."
As he spoke, Ma Jianren took out a crumpled A4 piece of paper from his briefcase: "According to the jurisdiction, your resignation letter was sent to me here."
"I read the resignation letter. It was well written. He is indeed a top student in the junior class. The handwriting is also beautiful. The content is also reasonable."
"You have been in Fangzhou for two...nine years. To be honest, I am sorry for you, and Fangzhou is also sorry for you. It turns out that you entered the Earth Mirror, but then natural disasters, man-made disasters, and various changes..."
"In the past two years at Fangzhou headquarters, you have made great contributions to Fangzhou..."
However, after only a few minutes, Ma Jianren returned to his condescending boss tone, chattering and shouting.
First, I listed my various contributions in detail, and then spoke highly of the appraisal center I founded, serving as the Sun God Needle Catcher, and subsidizing Fangzhou with my own money...
Forced to make impassioned speeches, Ma Jianren burst into tears and made self-examination.
This wave of operations shocked Tu Laoliang, and he was soon attracted by Ma Jianren's speech and couldn't extricate himself.
The more he talked, the more energetic Ma Jianren became.
The topic shifted from praising me to his own contribution to Fangzhou. How hard he had worked so hard over the years, how he had worked so hard and painstakingly to tear things down...
When the love reached the depths, Tu Laoliang wiped away a lot of tears, and his nose was covered with mucus on the bench.
Suddenly, at this moment, Ma Jianren changed the subject and said to me: "That's right. Boy, which unit are you going to go to after resigning?"
If other people had faced Ma Jianren, this godly hand, they would have blurted out and told them frankly.
However, he still underestimated me.
"It has nothing to do with you where I go. Finish signing. The road is facing the sky."
After receiving a slap from me, Ma Jianren showed his characteristic smile again and brought the topic back to me without leaving any trace. "Fangzhou Temple is too small to keep a great god like you. The sky at the headquarters is too small for a dragon like you."
"The Heavenly Armor Army..."
"Although Fangzhou will be withdrawn immediately, I am still the ninth sword holder now. Before you resign, you are still my subordinate..."
"I sincerely hope that you, Xiaotong, will go to the best place. I agree with your resignation..." "That's it..."
