Liang Qiao's arrival made Fang Wenti and Liu Zhaomin inexplicably excited. Fang Wenti is a few years older and has never had a serious relationship. Liu Zhaomin is even more young and young, so it is natural to be interested in girls. Moreover, Liang Qiao is so beautiful.

When he heard that Fang Wenti was the boss, Liang Qiao was very reserved and respectfully called "Hello Boss Fang". He was so happy that the dead lame man's eyes were narrowed, his mouth was opened to his ears, and he dragged his broken legs and tried to carry his luggage for Liang Qiao upstairs.

Liu Jun stepped forward and stopped him, knocked off his long-lasting hand, and glared.

"Go on the same side, don't show your kindness here."

Fang Wenti then withdrew his hand and scratched his head.

Seeing that Fang Wenti was defeated, Liang Qiao felt embarrassed and said softly: "Boss Fang, I'll just take it myself, there's nothing."

This is the truth. Liang Qiao's entire luggage was just a few pieces of clothes to change clothes, made into a small package with a piece of blue printed cloth, and added a small quilt.

With Fang Wenti's past lessons, Liu Zhaomin did not dare to come forward to show his attention. Besides, he was only fifteen years old and was far less handsome than Fang Wenti's, and he was just a little curious about girls.

The house was rented on the third floor of the shop, a small side room, about seven or eight square meters. The landlord second aunt was very kind and had cleaned up the room. There was a small wooden bed, a wooden stool and a small homemade square table inside.

A window was opened on the side of the river, and the lighting and breathability were OK.

The bathroom is public, and it is separated from the corridor near the river, but it is filled with tap water. The other end of the corridor is the kitchen, which uses a coal ball stove. The second aunt of the landlord said that no one can use it for the time being, so we can also give it to us. Naturally, the money for water, electricity, coal balls must be paid by yourself.

Fang Wenti and Liu Zhaomin lived in the small room separated by the store.

Liu Jun looked around in the room and said, "Boss Fang, you can hire someone to help you, and it's okay if you don't buy sheets and bedding. I asked someone to cook for you, but I don't even buy pots and pans. Do you use the palm of your hand as an iron pot?"

"Buy, buy, buy, buy immediately...ah, isn't it too urgent?"

"I'm so anxious. I've told you that it's been two days. How long will it take to buy a cook?"

"Okay, Master, you have to teach me a lesson, I'll buy it now."

Seeing that Liu Jun's little child taught Fang Wenti a lesson, Liang Qiao smiled with her lips. Fang Wenti smiled and didn't feel any displeasure.

"Okay, you go buy the cooker, I'll take Sister Qiaoer to buy some daily necessities."

"Why?"

Fang Wenti muttered in a low voice over his face.

"What are you saying?"

"Ah, there is nothing but nothing. Go and come back early, and there are still a few machines waiting to be repaired."

What is this? This kid is really jealous, and it’s really unreasonable. He has to remind him so that he can’t do something stupid on impulse, ruining his own fault, and even vain his efforts.

"Hey, Boss Fang, second brother, set a rule for you--in the future, you are not allowed to come into Sister Qiao'er's room. If anyone doesn't listen, I will tell my master, that is, Chief Liang of the Security Department of the County Revolutionary Committee, you have all seen it. Be careful!"

"Okay, whatever you say is what you want. Who said you are the eldest young master? But you can't enter yourself, right?"

"Of course I'm fine, I'm a kid."

Liu Jun was proud.

Fang Wenti was so angry that he rolled his eyes, but he had nothing to say.

So he went to buy pots and pans unwillingly, but Liu Jun leisurely took the girls around and felt very happy. When it comes to the streets of Xiangyang County, there is really nothing to go shopping. There are only a few gray and rotten cement roads, and the water flows everywhere.

But that doesn't matter, what's important is that Liu Jun has never been so generous.

When I was in love with my wife in my previous life, I had only been a few months after graduating from college, and I often had a empty plan in my pocket. Most of the time, I just went out and then came back with my hands, and bought a few snacks to satisfy my cravings. Now, "a thousand yuan in the waist" is calculated at a comparable price. It must be as much as tens of thousands of yuan in the future, right? It is still more than enough to make girls happy.

Thank you. If the "rebirth" happened, it would be rare to have such a glory as "being ten thousand yuan and riding a crane to Yangzhou". To use what Zhao Benshan said in the 2009 Spring Festival Gala sketch "Not Short of Money", even the eight generations of ancestors who were "rebirth" must be thanked!

Liu Jun was just concerned about his erotic style and bought soap, shampoo, comb, small round mirror, snow cream and other supplies. It cost less than three yuan. He was unhappy. When he took a goose yellow floral dress priced at a market stand in a county department store and asked Liang Qiao to try it on, he found that her forehead was sweating and her face was red.

"What's the matter?"

Liu Junda is strange.

“It’s too expensive.”

Liang Qiao replied carefully.

"Don't worry about this, just wear it well."

"No...I, I can't afford it..."

Liu Jun was even more surprised: "Who said he wanted you to pay it back?"

"That, that's even worse. I can't spend your money..."

The salesperson was already confused and began to think that they were siblings. He was wondering why my sister listened to her brother in everything. If they were all adults, it would be fine. This younger brother was a bit too small, but it was Liu Jun who took the lead, and he was the one who paid for it. Now that Liang Qiao said this, he couldn't guess their relationship even more.

"It's okay, I like to spend money for you..." As soon as I said that, I felt too warm. I was still a little brat and shouldn't say such warm words, so I added: "I'll just return it to me if you make money in the future."

Liang Qiao's face turned redder, and the dark pupils in her beautiful Danfeng's eyes flashed and glanced at Liu Jun a few times, then lowered her eyelids, picked up her dress and entered the fitting room.

When he came out of the fitting room, even the salesperson who was a woman was stunned. As for Liu Yanei, who felt good about himself, he was so unpromising that he almost drooled on the spot.

This...it's a bit too beautiful!

It is true that Liang Qiao's appearance is extremely delicate, but the contrast between the front and back is too large. It is really hard for her eyes to see a country girl wearing patched coarse cloth clothes turn into a beautiful urban girl in a blink of an eye.

Speaking of which, Liu Jun is considered a time traveler from the 21st century. He has worked in coastal cities for many years and has seen many beautiful and charming "stricken waters". He has some resistance and will not make a fool of himself on the spot. Fang Wenti is far from it. He glanced at him and immediately threw an electric soldering iron. Fortunately, he did not hit the foot, but even if he hit the foot, he probably won't feel the pain for a while.

This made Liang Qiao chuckled again.

...

After returning home for dinner, I was in a good mood and hummed a small song. In a blink of an eye, I saw Liu Jincai frowning, holding a copy of N Provincial Daily in his hand, reading an article word by word.

Could it be that the upper-level policies have changed again?

Liu Jun leaned over and glanced at it, and found that the title was "Problems in Current Political Propaganda Work".

Well, I was very angry, and the author should have a great background. His eyes naturally looked down, and the words "Wenyi" were in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

It's really a big deal.

This is a signed article. Wen Yi is the deputy political commissar of a major military region. The military region governs the garrisons of four provinces, including N provinces. The deputy political commissar of real power can be regarded as a prestigious figure.

According to Wen Yi's article, it should be published in the military newspaper. I think the N Provincial Daily is just reprinting.

Liu Jun simply stood up, leaned against his father, and read the article together. The more he read it, the more shocked he became. However, it turned out that the deputy political commissar of the article was clearly accusing N provinces of being very abnormal in propaganda direction and was targeting the major policies established by the central government. In the middle of the article, he even pointed out the names of Xiangyang County, Yan Yucheng and Liu Jincai, and his words were very sharp.

Liu Jun was about to talk to his father when the phone rang. The dormitory of the deputy director of the county revolutionary committee also had phones installed.

"Hey...oh, Director Yan... OK, I'll come here right away... Yes, Xiaojun is here too, okay..."

Liu Jun asked, "Uncle Yan asked us to come over?"

"Well. I'm going to Mr. Zhou's place, you Uncle Yan will go with you. Let's go."

He still walked as a car, and did not disturb the driver or others. When he came to the staff dormitory of the county theater troupe, Mr. Zhou lies in a pot of tea, half lie down and half sitting, and is reading a book with peace of mind.

"Teacher, I'm very interested."

"Hello Uncle Zhou, hello Master's wife!"

"Haha, you are here, sit, sit!"

Yan Yucheng didn't talk nonsense. As soon as he sat down, he handed over the newspaper. Mr. Zhou took it and read one carefully. He frowned slightly, slowly leaned his head back to the back pillow of the bamboo lounge chair and closed his eyes.

Yan Yucheng smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup and savored the tea slowly, and he was very relaxed. However, Liu Jincai sat upright, with a slightly nervous expression.

"Yucheng, you seem to be very leisurely."

Mr. Zhou opened his eyes and asked with a smile.

"It's no big deal. Since it's a discussion, there will naturally be different opinions."

Liu Jun smiled and said, "Uncle Yan, you have a good spirit."

"You guys, you can flatter."

"It's not that flattering, it's really courageous." Liu Jun flattered his mouth, "I have principles for flattering."

The three adults couldn't help but smile.

Mr. Zhou said: "Xiaojun, then tell me, how can you, Uncle Yan, have the courage?"

"Wenyi is not an ordinary person, he has such a big background. He is the deputy political commissar of the military region and is of a level that is not lower than that of the first secretary of our provincial party committee."

Mr. Zhou and the other two looked at each other, and Liu Jincai hesitated and asked: "This is also what Mr. Zhou taught you?"

Mr. Zhou shook his hand repeatedly: "Don't rely on me, I didn't teach this."

Yan Yucheng stared at Liu Jun, as if he wanted to see two horns from his head.

Hey, I accidentally forgot about this. How can ordinary people know who Wen Yi is? Not to mention any level of things.

Liu Jun coughed a few times, stood up embarrassedly and continued the tea for them. He made up his mind to get involved in this topic again, so he made a fortune in a quiet voice, saying that they were so tired of being a tiger, and had no idea how to stop!

Fortunately, they did not continue to entangle. Liu Jun gave too many surprises and didn't care about this time.

"Well, Xiaojun is right. With Wenyi's identity, he will never talk nonsense. Especially for such big issues, cadres of their level are usually very cautious."

Mr. Zhou said.

"But he wrote this article, and he has a clear standpoint, and it seems he wants to be a pioneer."

Yan Yucheng frowned.

Mr. Zhou sneered: "Pioneer? I don't think it's necessary. What he said is not new, and it has been promoted for almost two years. It is estimated that N provinces have been making too much trouble recently and have already been ahead of other provinces and cities in the country. If you don't fight back, you may be sweeping the whole country."
To be continued...