The fat butcher with a round waist asked with a smile: "Fat, skinny, or pork belly?"
The Ronin spoke loudly and said, "It's free of charge."
Although he didn't speak clearly, the butcher still understood.
He quickly cut off two pounds of meat and waited for the rogue to pay for it.
But the ronin didn't pay attention to this man at all, and he was about to leave with the meat in a swagger. The boss couldn't do anything, so he stretched out his arms to stop him.
At this time, Ronin was angry: "Your conscience is very bad. Can't you meat sellers support me with some meat for the sake of international friendship?"
"Get away!"
The butcher shook his head and smiled apologetically: "It's just a small business. If I give you this meat, it will be in vain for a day. Just do it."
People around me were also pointing fingers.
"Why is this person acting like this? He still wants to eat for free."
"That's right, it's a complete piece of shit, it's embarrassing."
Maybe there were too many people around, and Ronin couldn't stand it anymore.
His face turned red: "I'll take the meat, but not the money."
The butcher suddenly stopped: "Isn't this bullying?"
The dispute escalated again.
Suddenly, I saw the Ronin roaring. It must be annoying. He took out his samurai sword and started slashing. The butcher didn't react for a moment and was stabbed in the chest.
By the time he reacted, blood was already flowing.
There was a burst of shouting all around.
"Killed!"
Scattered away.
But no one noticed that in the corner, a man with a camera filmed Ronin's thrusting action.
He was originally a journalist working for the newspaper. During the Chinese New Year, he went home to visit relatives.
Thinking that the situation is getting more and more chaotic now, I will take my father and mother back to Shendu. After all, Shendu is still safe under the governance of Governor Zhao.
Even if it's chaos, it won't get there.
But my parents are too stubborn.
He didn't listen to the advice at all, saying that it was hard to leave his homeland, and that leaving his homeland would make people feel sad in the back.
He had no choice but to persuade him again when he was celebrating the New Year at home. Today he was also here to buy New Year supplies.
I brought my camera with me so that I could enjoy more of the scenery of my hometown after leaving.
After all, he had made up his mind to leave.
But I didn't expect it to be used here.
When he saw the butcher being chopped down to the ground by a samurai sword, reporter Huang Wen felt furious for a moment and wanted to go up.
But in the end, reason prevailed over passion. He is not an ordinary citizen who doesn't understand, but a reporter who is very sensitive to news from all sides.
In the end, the belief in killing could only be turned into the sound of the shutter.
Time passed quickly, people died in the village, and no one knew how to deal with them.
How did the official government suppress it? The whole year passed happily as usual.
On the first day of the new year, Huang Wen, who was at odds with his parents over the appalling photo, finally persuaded his parents to follow him to Shendu.
Before leaving, I watched my old father silently grab a handful of soil from his hometown and put it in his pocket.
Silently looking at this snowy village.
"Wen'er, when do you think this world will be over?"
The old father could not straighten his back.
Suddenly he became rickety.
Huang Wen's heart is like a knife, the country is weak and there is no diplomacy.
It's obviously a confrontation between a chicken, a cat and a panda, but why are we, the Chinese, the ones who are injured?
Is it because we are weak?
What is the government doing? Why don't they come forward to protect their people?
Touching the press release that had been worded countless times, Huang Wen finally made up his mind.
"Dad, let's go."
Woohoo!
The north wind howled, and I left my hometown for Shendu on the first day of the new year.
The train lasted three days and three nights.
After getting out of the car, Huang Wen took his parents to his house to settle down, and then the first thing he did was to go to the newspaper office.
He is an old reporter. He knows this press release and it is impossible to report it to him.
Because it does not comply with the orders and policies of the current government.
So, he resigned.
"Huang Wen, are you really not thinking about it anymore? Shen Duju is not easy. You still have talent."
Huang Wen just smiled reluctantly.
"Editor-in-Chief, can this report be reported? If so, I will keep it."
The editor-in-chief remained silent and threw a cigarette to Huang Wen.
"Huang Wen, I feel aggrieved too, but for the sake of the overall situation, I have to endure it."
Huang Wen grinned,
"I know the editor, then I'm leaving. When I go to our Nagada one day, I'll treat you to chicken stewed with mushrooms. Thank you editor for taking care of you all these years."
There is no need to learn the local Shendu dialect that the locals speak, and you can now speak your own hometown dialect.
As he was about to leave, the editor took out a small bag from his pocket: "You keep these pornographic articles and you won't have a job. If you come back, you will lose your job as soon as your parents come here. This is not a good thing."
The editor-in-chief feels that this guy is a promising guy, but he still lacks the hard work of life and will come back if he has no money.
Huang Wen did not take it.
He smiled and walked out the door.
I hailed a rickshaw with the word Wanhe written on it. Mo Mo wrote the notice on his chest and said with a smile:
"Go to Villa No. 85 in the Concession."
The rickshaw driver suddenly looked at Huang Wen with a strange look.
"What are you doing there?"
Huang Wen naturally knew what was going on. He was specifically looking for Wanhe's coachman.
"I'm going to see Mr. Qiu Yan. I am a reporter who reported my past. I have a patriotic draft that I would like Mr. Qiu Yan to correct."
The rickshaw driver looked carefully and felt that there was nothing serious wrong with this man. He winked at the people around him, and a rickshaw driver trotted around to make a phone call.
Where it hits is unknown.
Huang Wen sighed, Wanhe's control over Shendu, who would have thought that a small coachman could be so well-organized?
I also lamented the sibling relationship between Nie Li and Mr. Qiu Yan.
Under such protection, who dares to say that he can come into contact with Mr. Qiu Yan without being discovered?
When he arrived at the door, Huang Wen was shocked by the scene in front of him.
The ten vendors around him were looking at him with scrutiny.
It was as if his head had to move if there was any abnormal movement.
I couldn't help but shudder.
After hearing what he was doing, he immediately held his head high and pressed the doorbell.
Not long after, a person who looked like a female bodyguard walked out.
"Is there a problem?"
Huang Wen knew that meeting Mr. Qiu Yan was not that simple, so he silently handed over the photos he had taken and the draft he had been considering for many days.
"Madam, please give this document to Mr. Qiu Yan. If Mr. Qiu Yan thinks this document can be used, come and call me. I will wait at the door."
The female bodyguard took the thing expressionlessly.
Turned around and entered the villa.
Huang Wen just stood there, waiting.
Under the scrutiny of ten vendors.
Some vendors deliberately walked up to him and shouted absently: "Cigarettes, cigarettes!"
Huang Wen couldn't laugh or cry.
This protection is also excellent.
The reason why he resigned from the newspaper was that he had planned it for a long time. He knew that Mr. Qiuyan would definitely dare to report things that the newspaper did not dare to report. He was a nobody and no one took him seriously. But Mr. Qiuyan was different. Let’s not mention his huge reputation. , as a special advisor to the national government, as well as the president of the New Women's Society, and the editor-in-chief of the Patriotic Special Issue, which are enough to allow this document to see the light of day.
Let all Chinese people know how these foreigners are dominating the three northern provinces.
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