The fat little black guy used to be a crosstalk talker and was very eloquent.
In just a few words, all the bad thoughts of the waterman, Lao Turtle, were wiped out.
People at this time pay attention to the spirit of collectivism.
Comrades in a group are brothers and sisters, who can be entrusted with life and death.
Those who stab someone in the back are called traitors and are despised by the world.
The onlookers and flight attendants looked at Lao Turtle with unkind eyes.
Even Commander Bai had doubts in his heart.
The water deliveryman had made secret reports about Li Aiguo before.
Could it be that he was really targeting Li Aiguo?
The little black fat guy is really a damn talent.
Li Aiguo gave a thumbs up in his heart.
There is nothing wrong with taking risks.
What was the most precious thing about the 1950s?
Talent!
If you want to do a big business, you must have excellent talents.
At this time, the waterman Lao Turtle also realized that he was a little eager for quick success.
As a water delivery boy, he didn't even have a formal pass, so he had no right to interrogate passengers.
It's just that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.
The water delivery boy, Lao Turtle, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk nonsense with me. Answer my questions quickly."
Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, the fat little black man crossed his arms and said slowly: "My uncle's name is Li Aiguo. He lives in a courtyard house. He is the only one in the house. What's wrong?"
"How do you know this?"
The waterman Lao Turtle's vision went dark and he almost fainted.
He couldn't understand.
"Okay!" Captain Bai also understood at this time and said with a cold face: "The matter has been found out. This person is a relative of Driver Li. He is about to drive. Everyone, please stop hanging around."
She returned to the train, turned around and glared at the water delivery man, Lao Bi, and said, "Liu Erzhangzi, come to my office."
The frost on her face has solidified, which is enough to explain her current mood.
The water delivery boy, Lao Turtle, wiped his cold sweat and staggered into the car.
He couldn't understand why the fat little black man knew about Li Aiguo's situation even though the two were obviously not related.
Too strange
Woo hoo hoo, eat like crazy, eat like crazy, eat like crazy
In the private room of the camper van.
"Driver Li, Pengzi is guarding the door of the private room, so no one can hear us talking."
The fat little black man took out a cigarette from his pocket, folded his hands, and carefully lit it for Li Aiguo.
Li Aiguo took it and started smoking happily: "Okay, little black fat guy, you have learned how to sell goods."
"I can't help it. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child." The little fat man's tears fell down.
Li Aiguo grabbed his collar: "If you talk nonsense again, I will throw you from the back of the carriage."
The fat little black man's legs were trembling in the air, and his words became: "Uncle! Stop!"
This train driver looked so polite and polite, but he looked like a living bandit.
Li Aiguo said coldly: "I think you are obsessed with money."
Pengzi heard the commotion in the private room and ran in to see the master being cleaned up. He wanted to come up and help, but he didn't dare.
Li Aiguo let go.
The fat little black man sat down on the bunk and turned to look at Pengzi: "Go out, haven't you seen the master being trained?"
Pengzi shrank his neck, walked out of the door obediently, and stood in the corridor.
The fat little black man wiped away his tears and smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Driver Li, to tell you the truth, after liberation, we literary and artistic elements will have no jobs."
"Although I am alone, there are more than a dozen cross talk brothers behind me."
"The income from the pigeon market is simply not enough for food and clothing."
"There was really no other way, so I took the risk."
Good guy, a pigeon market who talks about cross talk.
I think so. Nowadays, we pay attention to self-reliance and honorable labor.
Those in the front row of the eight major alleys were assigned to the textile factory.
Except for a few master figures who talk about cross talk, they can do programs on TV stations.
The rest were all diverted.
They can't lift it with their hands, but can resist it with their shoulders, and all they can do is talk.
If you have the connections, you can do some light work, such as going to the zoo to raise elephants.
Most of them have no means and cannot endure the hardships of the workshop, so they can only earn a living in the pigeon market.
The fat little black man wiped his tears while peeking at Li Aiguo, fearing that he would do something again.
Li Aiguo tilted his head and looked at the little fat man, and said sternly: "If you are arrested today, just those few dozen kilograms of rice will be enough for you to stay in the fence for four or five years."
Li Aiguo wasn't trying to scare him. The rumors were getting tighter now, and the authorities began to strictly investigate speculation.
"Then, then I can only take my brothers and sisters to the grain station to carry the big bags." The little black fat man also knew this, and the corner of his mouth was twitching.
"Can you resist Dabao? I think you look like Dabao." Li Aiguo glared.
The fat little black man remained silent.
Li Aiguo lit a cigarette: "Don't do anything about carrying goods. Just make do at the pigeon market. I'll let you know when I find a safe way."
The little black fat man's eyes lit up, it was time to pull him out.
"Then I will hang out with you from now on."
Pengzi heard it clearly at the door and ran in and said, "Brother Patriot, I want to hang out with you too."
"Snapped"
He received a slap on the head.
"Is it true? Is it true? Is it true?"
The fat little black man stared: "You have to call me uncle."
Pengzi: "."
The train returned to the capital on time again.
Li Aiguo found a train passing through Jincheng, handed the conductor a cigarette, and put the little black fat man and Pengzi on the train.
As for the dozens of kilograms of rice, Li Aiguo naturally bought it according to the price in Jincheng Pigeon Market.
It's already difficult enough for those who talk about cross talk, so we can't add insult to injury.
The steam locomotive was returned to the maintenance workshop. Li Aiguo followed Cao Wenzhi and the comrades of the driver team and prepared to walk to the dormitory.
Zhou Ke hurried in from outside with two comrades.
Seeing Li Aiguo, he quickly stopped him.
"Patriot, this way."
Li Aiguo told Cao Wenzhi and ran over quickly.
The two came to a secluded place, and Zhou Ke lowered his voice and said, "The origin of the coal has been investigated clearly."
"After inspection by the technical department, the detonator in the coal block has been inside for some time."
"The Kailuan Coal Mine Bureau has also verified the coal mine inventory."
"As you guessed, it was probably the workers at the Kailuan Coal Mine before liberation who deliberately hid the detonators in the coal."
Li Aiguo breathed a sigh of relief.
The locomotive depot is an important area, and it would be really scary if enemy agents appeared here.
"It turns out it was just an accident, that's good."
"You kid, if you pick up a piece of coal, you can do great things. This dog has no luck!"
Zhou Ke looked at Li Aiguo with envy and said with admiration: "Although you hit the accident by mistake, you have avoided a safety accident after all. Duan Li has decided to reward you."
"I guess you will understand the specific incentive measures later."
Li Aiguo's eyes suddenly widened.
So easy and a winner.
Sure enough, those who rely solely on their own efforts will be the best no matter which world they go to!
"Just envy you!"
Li Aiguo was about to go back to his dormitory when he saw Zhou Ke's expression was strange.
"Your boy handled the case this time, which can be regarded as a meritorious service. What happened?"
(End of chapter)
