Zhang Jinghui didn't know martial arts, so he naturally walked slower. Seeing this scene in the interrogation room, Zhang Jinghui found it hard to accept. It was just a few steps slower. It was like missing a world war. The bad guy is lying on the ground, this is all official duty. Leng Bingbing is really violent, this is the evaluation given by Zhang Jinghui.
It is natural for bad people to be punished, but it would be unjust if good people were punished, and good people are so good-looking.
The first meeting was not very pleasant, and I felt aggrieved for having more money.
Zhang Jinghui also rushed over. Seeing such a scene, she was stunned on the spot. Seeing Qian Daer's face clearly, Zhang Jinghui hurriedly apologized, "Brother Qian, my friend is impulsive."
Qian is more miserable than he can tell. The one who got hurt shouldn't be a bad person, he is a villain. Why would he, who is so handsome, be treated like this? As the eldest grandson of Qian Guogong's family, he was treated like this, so he deserved revenge, but he couldn't avenge him yet.
Seeing Zhang Jinghui's face clearly, Qian Chang said aggrievedly, "It turns out to be sister Jinghui. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's all skin injuries."
The dumb man who has more money eats Coptis chinensis, unable to express his sufferings, and has to pretend to be indifferent. It’s not easy to be a good person. "Why are you here?"
"Brother Qian, this Wang Busheng is my friend." Zhang Jinghui explained.
Qian is more clear "I see, it seems that our purpose today is the same",
"Haha" Wang Bushit laughed to resolve the embarrassment, "It turns out we are all one family. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. If we don't fight, we don't know each other. It's all misunderstandings."
"This is not a place to reminisce about old times. Let's talk after we go out." The interrogation room was filled with smoke and pungent smell, and several women could not accept it.
Lian Chunqiao was left to deal with the aftermath, and Wang Busheng and his party of four left the prison.
A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a man who knows the current affairs is a hero. The literati who have no character always find suitable reasons for succumbing to power. Although he does not read much, Li Suzuo has the same character and the same choice as a scholar. The eyes that were opened secretly were closed again, maybe this was the best choice, with a drop of clear tears in the eyes. Li Xingzuo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's great to be a high official."
Some things are not cherished when you have them, but you will regret them when you lose them. This is not only true for love, but also for freedom, which is more important than love. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Wang Bushi couldn't help but sigh, "The feeling of freedom is really great." OK, just a little cold."
It was originally a deadlock, but the appearance of a powerful person turned defeat into victory. Although evil is not punished, the good people are safe, which is also a happy ending.
As an ordinary cook in the 21st century, living in a small circle, Wang Busheng has never been exposed to power and cannot feel the importance of power at all. However, in the official-based Ming Empire, power means everything. A wealthy businessman is nothing in front of a small ninth-grade official. If you show any dislike, you will be stepped on mercilessly. If you are not like this, you will be humiliated. In the face of power, many of the bargaining chips you think are important are useless, and struggling is in vain. Suddenly Wang Busheng has a desire for power, not only to marry three wives, but also to protect everything he owns. The result of hard work.
Some people have statistics that 100% of business cooperation and friendship are negotiated and maintained at the wine table. Eating is not just a meal, but also a means to achieve a certain goal.
A very ordinary private room in a tavern. The private room is on the second floor. Through the window, you can see the busy people outside, the shouting vendors, the beggars, the carefree children, and the footsteps hurriedly walking in order to stay alive. The small world is also A world.
When we complain that life is worse than death, how many of us endure humiliation and live in an ignoble way? When we make concessions, how many of us give up our dignity. The world has wiped out the right of countless people to live, and has given them gifts between their fingers, allowing them to live without death. People who have nothing. How can we have the confidence to pray for equality?
Maybe some people are destined to be extraordinary, but enduring hardship is also a necessary process. Don't say that life is too hard and tiring. Many people have held back tears. Don't say that their efforts have not been rewarded. Maybe they have given too little, maybe the time has not come yet.
Who would have thought that a little beggar could become the king of a country, and no one would know his fate until he died.
Zhang Jinghui ordered a whole table of dishes, presumably to take care of Wang Bushit's appetite and appetite. Wang Bushit was never a polite person, so he didn't eat in the morning. Naturally, Wang Bushit didn't care about anything else. When he started eating, everyone alive would cherish it. Be kind to food, after all, no one can guarantee whether this will be the last meal in your life.
Zhang Jinghui briefly explained her relationship with Wang Busheng. Of course, Wang Busheng was just her business partner. There were some things that even the closest people had to hide, and they kept their own little secrets.
The relationship between Qian Duoduo and Wang Busheng is even simpler and can be explained clearly in a few sentences. It was nothing more than saving his great father.
"Grandpa Qian was bitten by a dog. Is the injury serious? Does it matter?" Zhang Jinghui asked worriedly.
"Thank you sister Jinghui for your concern. They are all minor injuries, nothing serious. The doctor has already looked at them and given an injection. It will be fine in a few days."
While eating, Wang Busheng couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qian, you said your eldest father, that martial arts idiot who can't teach you no matter how you teach him, is Qian Guogong."
"Uh, hahaha" Qian Duoduo looked embarrassed, "Brother Wang, you are right, my eldest father has recently become obsessed with Tai Chi, please forgive me."
When we met for the first time, we didn't have much in common, so there were naturally fewer topics to talk about. Although Zhang Jinghui and Qian were more of the heroes, because of their gender, they rarely interacted with each other, so the topics were also limited. If you have more money, leave your phone number and leave.
There were no outsiders present, and the atmosphere of the meal was much better. Wang Busheng let go, picked up a piece of chicken head and started to chew on it. After having enough wine and food, even Chunqiao came back, and the matter was resolved satisfactorily.
Wang Busheng asked worriedly, "You won't leave a criminal record, right? It will have an impact on your children's studies and going abroad in the future."
Lian Chunqiao smiled slightly, "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, there won't be any problems,"
"That's good, that's good,"
The powerful King of the World will never understand.
Zhang Jinghui still has a lot of work to do. As a strong woman, if you gain something, you will naturally make sacrifices, and your free time will be much less. She stood up reluctantly and said, "I still have something to do. I'll go back first. The snack workshop is already here." It’s almost finished, you have time to go take a look, if it’s not suitable we’ll change it again, this is your business and mine, you have to do your best.”
"Okay, Sister Jinghui, I'll go take a look tomorrow."
"Okay, call me when you go and I'll come with you." Looking at Leng Bingbing, Zhang Jinghui nodded, "Sister Leng, I'm back. Let's chat when we have time."
"Sister, walk slowly, be careful on the road." A sincere smile appeared on Leng Bingbing's face, which had always been indifferent.
Wang Bushit has always been passive when dealing with women. He has never had a serious relationship in his two lifetimes, and his fiancée in his previous life did not have much affection. Maybe she just appeared suddenly when he wanted to get married and it was just right.
In the relationships between three people in this life, Wang Bushi was mostly forced to have feelings. He only developed feelings after being together for a long time. Therefore, he did not have any experience in dealing with feelings, let alone the ability to play with feelings and let them get along peacefully.
Zhang Jinghui is strong, cold and indifferent, Zhang Jingjun is lively and a young child. They have three completely different personalities. It is hard to imagine that they can live in peace and be as close as sisters. When they give their truest feelings, some people will always fight for a certain thing. After the matter was compromised, he looked at Zhang Jinghui leaving, and then at Leng Bingbing beside him. Wang Bushi held Leng Bingbing's hand and said affectionately, "It's really good to have you."
Maybe the world isn't what you like.
There are too many hardships in life.
Maybe there is poverty and disease that cannot be controlled.
A smile and a hug are the most beautiful world in the world.
Slowly approaching Wang Bushit, his face was pressed against Wang Bushit's chest, and he said coldly and emotionally, "Ms. sir, you are my heaven and everything to me. For you, I am willing to divide my heaven into several pieces. As long as you can Leave a room that belongs to me in your heart, and I am willing to do anything.”
A man dies for a confidant, and a woman looks for a man who pleases her. If it is someone you truly love, there is no harm in sharing it with others.
Women in feudal society are so considerate and men are so happy. I guess I don’t have to worry about cooking, washing clothes, or worrying about my wife running away with some rich second generation.
"You are all the most precious treasures in my life. I will never let go of any of you. If God doesn't obey, I will fight with God." He kissed the cold forehead gently, and Wang Busheng made a promise as a man. promise.
If destiny is destiny, then I will go against fate and make the impossible possible. This is the oath of the strong.
A night of autumn wind blows away the past, and a winter snow covers up all the filthiness of the world. This is an era when good and evil are difficult to distinguish, and it is even more sad for kind people.
Originally, he had traveled through time to this strange era. It was not the history he was familiar with, and he did not have the advantages of people who had traveled through time. Spirits were already available, refined salt was popularized, and artillery, muskets, and black powder were used. Wang Busheng, who had never gone to school, expressed his dissatisfaction. Yes, although I don’t have much achievements, I have a few friends and a rich family, but I don’t have any sense of belonging. I always feel that I am a superfluous person in this world. It was not until now that Wang Busheng realized that this world already has Care, reluctant care.
People are always changing little by little, for better or worse. Wang Busheng just wants to live the life he wants. He no longer expects success or fame, he no longer expects to be rich. He only expects to have everything he wants, like A Like the Latin magic lamp, if you ask for something, you will be given.
It is his lifelong wish to be an official, to be a high official, to hold the three women he loves openly and openly in his arms.
Wang Busui's appetite was just like his dream, endless. Wang Busui was like a bee working hard to collect honey, flying around among the food on the table, and soon all the food on the table went into his stomach.
After living together for so long, Leng Bingbing still knew Wang Bushit's appetite very well, but today Leng Bingbing opened her eyes again. Looking at the table with messy cups and plates, Leng Bingbing was a little dumbfounded. He probably couldn't afford it if his family had a little less money.
Realizing that he had eaten a bit too much, Wang Busui also blushed a little. After all, the male protagonist is a foodie, and many people cannot accept it. He touched his belly, and Wang Busui explained sheepishly, "I was frightened in the cell, so I ate too much." Some".
"Well, ah, my husband is right, why don't we order another table?"
"No, no need," Wang Bushi hurriedly refused, "It's so late, dinner will almost start when we get back."
Um, cold and ashamed.
Eating has always been a very sacred thing in Wang Busui's heart, just like facing a beautiful and beautiful woman. You can eat it anywhere, and the most important thing is not to waste it.
After eating and leaving, as soon as Wang BuSheng stood up, the waiter ran over and looked at Wang BuShu with a smile on his face, "Sir, are you satisfied with your meal?"
"Satisfied, satisfied." Wang Bushit smiled and gave a very honest evaluation. "I give you a five-star review. You're welcome. This is what you should do. Reading novels without voting is uncivilized."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. It's fifty-eight taels in total. Cash or banknotes."
"Uh, ah." Wang Bushi was stunned on the spot, "Bank notes"?
"Yes, sir, you have to pay for your meal." It was obvious that the waiter's smile had faded a lot.
"The two people just didn't pay"?
"No".
Wang Bushit's face was full of embarrassment. One was a rich woman and the other was the eldest grandson of the father-in-law's family. How could they eat without giving money? This was too much.
Wang Bushi was very angry, looked at Leng Bingbing and asked, "Sister Leng, have you brought any money?"
"I left in a hurry, so I didn't bring any with me," he replied coldly. Then he fell in love with Wang Budie and asked, "Don't you have any money with you?"
Wang Bushi nodded reluctantly. "I didn't bring it either"
Leng Bingbing's spare time life is very simple. He rarely goes out and spends most of his time at home, so he has no habit of taking money with him when going out.
Wang Busui went to exercise in the morning. A person who exercises naturally will not bring anything unnecessary except his mobile phone.
Looking at the waiter with embarrassment, Wang Bushit asked, "Can I keep accounts?"
Often when hearing this, all merchants will show contempt, and the waiter is no exception: "Guest sir, we are a small business and do not accept credit."
Looking at Leng Bingbing, Wang Bushi asked tentatively, "Sister Leng, why don't you go home and get it?"
Wang Budie rolled his eyes and said, "Ms. sir, do you have any other good ideas?"
Wang Bu Shou lowered his face with shame.
After Leng Bingbing left, the waiter probably stood beside Wang Busei for fear that he would run away.
Wang Busui was very unhappy, "It's not that I don't have money, I just didn't bring it." He took out his cell phone and showed it to the waiter, "I have a cell phone, I'm a rich man."
