Chapter 862

Since childhood, Zheng Xiaohu's biggest dream is to be a Xiake who walks the Jianghu with a sword to eliminate violence and settle down.

It's like Ximen chuixue in Gu Long's novel. After a word of disagreement, he ran to the ridge of the Forbidden City, held the sword in his right hand and pointed to it in his left hand, and shouted, "who's coming? You are an unknown person under the tiger sword!"

The Xiake dream lasted for more than ten years. When he was 17 years old, he saw a man bullying a woman in the street. He rushed out in a rage and broke her husband's left leg. He was dragged home by his Laozi, the boss of the rich group, and taught him a lesson. Then he suddenly realized that the Jianghu is very complicated.

Zheng Xiaohu has developed limbs and a simple mind. He especially hates complex things.

So he hasn't left Decheng all these years.

Although Decheng is just a county-level city like King Tang, it is only a small place, isn't it?

Simple city, simple man, simple tiger master -- seeing an old man standing on the street performing arts, he immediately gathered together and shouted from a distance: "get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Many people in Decheng have heard of the name of Lord tiger. Even if they haven't heard of it, they can guess that he is not easy to mess with after seeing the SpongeBob stabbed on his arm. Of course, they have to get out of the way quickly.

Lao Zamao, a street performer (in the heart of the 21-year-old tiger master, Lao Zamao refers not only to Taoist priests, but also to all old men with white hair). He must be in his seventies.

Old miscellaneous Mao was wearing ragged clothes and couldn't see any color. He was also open-minded, revealing his bony chest. He was good at banging, but he had good teeth. His voice was loud: "the old and young men passing by saw it. Xiao Feihong, the eighth generation descendant of Huang Feihong with shadowless feet in Foshan, has come to perform in expensive places today. You have eyes!"

Listening to Lao Zamao roaring, he claimed to be the descendant of shadowless feet in Foshan. Zheng Xiaohu was almost happy to lie down because of Xiao Feihong's name. If he hadn't roared vigorously, he would have rushed over to give him a hard record of shadowless feet, so that he would never come to Decheng again in his lifetime.

The old entertainer glanced at Zheng Xiaohu with his arms in his hands and continued to shout.

It's nothing more than those old Jianghu cliches that rely on parents at home and friends outside. Please hold a money field for those with money and a personal field for those without money.

After shouting, the old man raised his hand and beat it on his dry chest. He howled, "after the founding of the people's Republic of China, Foshan shadowless feet changed to iron cloth shirts. Iron cloth shirt, together with the King Kong of Shaolin Temple and the golden bell jar of Kunlun sect, is known as the three self-defense hard skills in Wulin today. Now, I'll show you the iron cloth shirt! "

When the old man finished, he suddenly breathed out, bent his knees, stretched his hands forward, took a fairly standard horse step, and then hit a set of boxing.

Not to mention, the old man's boxing is like a model and has the style of a Wulin expert.

Zheng Xiaohu, who looked very attentive, subconsciously followed the gesture.

The old man 'finally' noticed him. As soon as he stopped, he asked, "young man, do you want to learn?"

Zheng Xiaohu asked, "are you really as powerful as you blow?"

Bang, bang, the old man smashed on his chest again and said with great pride, "don't believe it, come and hit me with your best strength!"

"Really?"

Zheng Xiaohu walked over.

The old man didn't speak. He took a heavy breath again, took a horse stance, and nodded to Zheng Xiaohu.

Zheng Xiaohu raised his fist excitedly, shook his wrist and punched the old man on the chest.

With a bang, the old man fell straight to the ground like a broken stake. His eyes turned white. He didn't forget to put his hand around Zheng Xiaohu's left leg and hissed: "kill someone, help, kill someone!"

Sleeping trough, is this a porcelain touch?

Zheng Xiaohu, who boasted that he had rich experience in the Jianghu, was stupid. Then he was angry and rushed to the bullfight (you dare to play with the tiger Lord). When he raised his foot to give him a hard blow, the old man shouted more and more bitterly and attracted two patrolmen.

"Oh, Zheng Xiaohu, it's you again."

The two patrolmen hurried to the scene and were happy when they saw Zheng Xiaohu: "boy, you've only been honest for a few days. You've made trouble again and learned to bully the old man. I won't catch you this time. Hurry home and tell your father to go to the hospital. Don't forget to take the money. "

There are also small benefits when the county is small. At least all the patrol police don't know the troublemaker Zheng family. They don't bother to arrest him on the spot. They directly help the old man to go to the hospital.

"Wait, wait, I have to take the guy I eat."

When the two patrolmen arrived, their eyes turned white, an old man who died at any time, struggled to point to a broken bag by the road.

As the bag was dirty, it was even more broken. However, since the old man said that this was the guy he ate, a patrol policeman walked over, bent down and reached out to pick up the broken bag.

The bag is heavy and full of things.

Out of curiosity, the patrolman opened the bag and found that it was full of potatoes, and two of them were black and not baked for long.

The old man wrapped his stomach by eating potatoes. What a pity -- looking at the potatoes in the bag, the patrolman's nose was a little sour. He turned back and scolded silly Zheng Xiaohu on the spot: "little rabbit, don't you go home and tell your father to send money to the hospital?"

"He, he touches porcelain. This old thing touches porcelain. Many people at the scene saw that he seduced me to hit him. "

Zheng Xiaohu muttered a retort, hoping that some kind-hearted people would stand up and help him testify and clear away his grievances. However, those onlookers would walk away when he saw who he saw, with a lofty look of disdain for company.

Fang Yuan doesn't mind.

He won't be dissatisfied because he greeted president Xia who came to dinner, but he was ignored. He still hummed a little song, carried a lunch box, and Shi Shi ran lined up in front of window 7.

"Fang Dui, Xia always seems very dissatisfied with you."

Lao Liu, who was standing behind Fang Yuan, whispered.

"So what?"

Fang Yuan turned and looked at window 3. Xia Xiaoyun was lining up there.

Lao Liu smiled and said nothing, but suddenly walked away with his lunch box.

When he saw Secretary Qin coming over and staring at the surrounding area, he knew that it was the most correct reaction to flash at this time.

”Lao Liu, I tell you, the most despised people in the world are not thieves or flower picking thieves. In fact, they are the most hypocritical people. They can eat in restaurants every day, but they come to the restaurant to fight with us mud legs. This is -- "

Fang Yuan looked back and saw that Lao Liu had already left. Qin Xiaobing stood behind him and was a little stunned. Then he changed his mouth and said with a smile: "Secretary Qin, do you come to dinner yourself?"

Qin Xiaobing frowned and said faintly, "change the opening sentence."

Just the day before yesterday, Fang Yuan also used this sentence to greet Qin Xiaobing.

Fang Yuan immediately followed suit: "what are the contents of the contract you forced me to sign yesterday?"

"I forgot."

Qin Xiaobing's answer was very straightforward.

However, it was not unexpected. After a moment of silence, he asked, "do you want to change your working environment?"

"Yes."

Qin Xiaobing smiled: "I've long wanted to be an office director of the government, so please run the team and let me go to work tomorrow?"

Fang Yuan thought about it last night. Qin Xiaobing must leave Shentong express.

He can't guarantee that Mobei won't attack Qin Xiaobing -- the devil with great demonic nature. It's reasonable to kill the whole magic express.

There are many excuses for Qin Xiaobing to leave.

However, in view of the child's strong independence and independence, it is difficult for her to leave without her consent, which will be regarded by her as a disgrace of treachery.

Now Fang Yuan asked her this question just to find out her tone.

As he expected, Qin Xiaobing would not take his suggestions seriously.

Fang Yuan smiled, said no more, turned and continued to line up.

The chef who sells vegetables, after seeing the square team lined up with Secretary Qin again this time, thought he understood something. After offering a gracious smile, he filled his kiln with a jar of braised meat.

"Thanks."

Fang Yuan nodded his thanks with a smile and left with a lunch box.

"Alas, you haven't swiped your card yet..."

After the master shouted this sentence, he thought that Secretary Qin was outside the window and quickly changed the subject: "Secretary Qin, what would you like to eat?"

"I'll swipe his card first."

Qin Xiaobing raised the card and explained, "he was so distracted that he forgot to swipe his card. Master, don't blame him."

Master Fu didn't blame himself. Fang Yuan didn't care. He went to another window and bought four steamed buns, three on braised meat and one in his mouth. He knocked the lunch box with chopsticks and walked to the southeast corner of the restaurant.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Xia Xiaoyun also carrying a tray, talking and laughing with Zhang Lianghua in a low voice, seemingly unintentionally coming this way.

Laura was so expensive that she walked to the other table alone.

Seeing that President Xia passed the first empty table and continued to walk to the corner, Zhang Lianghua guessed what she wanted to do, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up with a touch of sarcasm.

"Vice president Zhang, go to Decheng tomorrow. President Zheng of the Regal group, who has visited the women's club for a long time, called me this morning and said that their company has decided to agree to our request and establish a branch in Decheng by joining the women's club. You can be regarded as the founder of our club, so I think you should be the most suitable in the past. "

When Xia Xiaoyun whispered these words, she came to the table sitting around, sat in front of another table, next to him, but pretended not to see him.

"No problem, OK."

Zhang Lianghua smiled and nodded. He sat opposite Xia Xiaoyun. After putting down the tray in his hand, he took out a look that he had just seen the square: "Yo, isn't this the square team?"

"Who's talking? Eh, why is there no one? Is it a ghost talking? It seems that the corner is really not a place for people. "

Buried in the square of eating, raised his head, frowned, looked around for two eyes, murmured like a blind man, picked up the lunch box and walked to a place not far away.

Xia Xiaoyun can pretend that she can't see the square and deliberately take Zhang Lianghua to come next to him to annoy him. He can pretend that she didn't hear Zhang Lianghua's "greetings" and take the opportunity to scold them as ghosts. They are not stingy people. They can't do it.

Zhang Lianghua's face twitched and said nothing more.

Xia Xiaoyun picked up her fork and began to eat like nobody else.

"I'm here."

Qin Xiaobing, who had just found a chair to sit down, saw what Fang Yuan was looking for with a lunch box, so he raised his hand and waved to her.

Fang Yuan walked over, sat down next to her, turned his back to Xia Xiaoyun, looked into Qin Xiaobing's lunch box and said, "Yo, you also like braised meat. Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

Qin Xiaobing gave him a white eye. As soon as he wanted to say something, Fang Yuan began to take his mobile phone: "sorry, answer the phone first."