(The following plot is purely for the sake of comedy, so the author just made it up and does not involve the actual personalities and behaviors of Lao Tie and Zhan Xiang.)
Time: On the fourth day of the rest period, around 10 o'clock in the morning.
Location: At the junction of urban and rural areas in a small 18th-tier county, in a very rare blacksmith shop these days.
Sitting at the door, on a bench that was already a bit swollen because it was decades old, Wu Tie, also known as Lao Tie, was a rookie.
He didn't pay any attention to the older girl and younger daughter-in-law who kept walking back and forth in front of him because he was going to the market today.
These figures that usually make him greedy as soon as he sees them, and even a little bit unable to taste them, today are completely unable to attract Lao Tie's attention.
Instead, he was busy holding his new phone, not even raising his head.
In the eyes of passers-by, Lao Tie, an old bachelor in his thirties, looked like an Internet-addicted teenager.
As a result, some of the older girls and younger wives in the surrounding area who were accustomed to the fiery look in his eyes when he looked at them suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
I was wondering with some confusion in my heart whether my charm had declined and it was not as good as breaking the game.
Otherwise, why would the ironman ‘Wu Tie’, a well-known bachelor nearby, not even look at me now?
It's just that these big girls and little wives don't know one thing when they are worried and frightened.
That is, Lao Tie is currently very immersed in his mobile phone, and is not playing games at all; instead, he is chatting about V letters with the goddess War Elephant in his mind.
To be precise, it was Lao Tie who kept sending messages. Except for the occasional one or two-word reply, the other person obviously didn't want to pay attention to him.
To be more precise, it is such a dog-licking chat.
It started directly after Lao Tie finished a ten-kilometer cross-country run with weights in the morning and completed an hour of "Mozi's Five Elements Breathing Method".
Therefore, under the long string of content in Lao Tie’s V letter, we can see the following content:
"Bao! I checked the weather forecast for the Queensland area for you. It will rain at noon today. You must remember to bring an umbrella when you go out.
If you catch a cold, I will feel bad~"
"It's so boring. How about I tell you a joke? Do you know why Xu Xian bought a hat for White Snake, but after White Snake put it on, she couldn't wear it for a long time?"
Because Xu Xian bought a peaked cap, a snake-pressing hat, ha, ha, ha~"
"Baozi, you want me to fly to Australia to see how you are doing? I just asked a travel company in our county, and they said they can help with applying for a tourist visa. They said it can be done in seven working days~
"
Anyway, in information similar to the above.
Often among a dozen or so messages, there is only one reply with a warlike appearance.
The content is: Get out, no, no need, go to hell. Even the sentence "Don't call me Baozi, we can't do it" can be regarded as the one with the largest number of words.
Then, the problem comes.
Faced with such a situation where he was extremely disgusted or ignored at all, such a big man like Lao Tie didn't have any temper at all?
You're kidding! After all, this guy came off the battlefield with countless opponents' blood and lives stained on his hands.
Of course Lao Tie has a temper, and his temper is not small anymore.
Faced with myself today, I sent a total of 216 messages. As a result, Zhan Xiang only replied to six sentences in total, and there were also three small expressions.
When all added together, there were no more than 30 words, and Lao Tie became extremely angry.
After a quick typing session, he sent out a long message: "I've had enough. You've been ignoring me. I'm just a spare tire, right?"
I also have dignity, don’t I have no respect for face?
I won't bother you anymore, because I have no self-esteem in front of you. From now on, our relationship will be just an ordinary teammate.
Delete each other, and if anything happens, just contact us in the team group; I don’t believe it, now that I have tens of millions of dollars, I can’t find the woman I want.”
After gritting his teeth and sending out such a message, Lao Tie still felt a little dissatisfied.
After about a minute or two, he added another sentence: "I finally said this, so relaxed. Goodbye~"
The result was seen, a reminder that made him feel bad:
"**** has turned on friend verification, but you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send friend verification first, and you can only chat after both parties have passed the verification."
In an instant, Lao Tie panicked a lot...
****
"Boss, give me a hoe." When Lao Tie felt very unhappy, he suddenly heard such a sentence in his ears.
After looking up, Lao Tie could see that a familiar old man dressed as a farmer came to the door.
Without thinking, Lao Tie said: "Oh! Now I don't sell farm tools here. The hardware shop around the corner sells hoes."
After hearing this, the old man could only leave with great regret, leaving the old blacksmith shop that he had cared for for decades.
I am not joking about the fact that I will no longer make tools.
The main reason is based on the spirit of the meeting held by the Xuange Camp team a few days ago about not putting all eggs in one basket.
In addition to the main equipment supply studio for the team established by Lang Qing in the Daxing area.
In the system space, a sensitive equipment processing center was established.
Lao Tie, a rookie, will also transform the originally backward blacksmith shop in his city into a small machining center with precision machining capabilities.
No! Lao Tie was the old man who watched him go, and he hadn't figured out how to get the war elephant back again.
His cell phone rang loudly, and after he was connected, a voice rang loudly: "Mr. Wu, we are the decoration team introduced by Boss Ma. You are in xxx, right?"
"Well, come here, we can start work today." Lao Tie said in his mouth.
So a short time later, a Wuling van, not counting the driver and some tools, but also loaded with enough for ten strong men, appeared outside the blacksmith shop.
After getting off the car one after another, they started to work according to Lao Tie's request.
It was also from this moment on that Lao Tie fell into a busy schedule.
Because in addition to remodeling and decorating the interior of the blacksmith shop, he also ordered a lot of mechanical equipment including CNC machining centers, planers, milling machines, grinders and other equipment.
These devices do not need to be very advanced, nor do they need to be large in size, but none of them should be missing.
That's right! We also need to invite two retired masters from the closed machine repair shop in the county to come back and work.
In such busy work, Lao Tie finally had no time to think about his hot-haired goddess who had to shave her head, so she stopped sending messages.
Suddenly, the war elephant in Queensland breathed a sigh of relief.
What! For Lao Tie, this is a shameless thing.
She didn't know how many times she told him clearly that she really had no feelings for him; she even hit him, scolded him, and almost beat him up many times, but it had no effect at all.
That thing still adheres to the spirit of "a good girl is a lazy man", and it sticks on like a dog-skin plaster.
Damn it! If Zhan Xiang could change whatever qualities Lao Tie liked about her, she would have changed them long ago.
The key is that the other party is attracted by her pretty face, and he is also attracted by her tall man who is over 2 meters tall, more than a head taller than her, with a waist like a bucket, thick thighs like an elephant, and fists as big as a casserole.
.
How do you want her to change these things?
Fortunately, after ignoring this guy for a long time, he finally gave up on his own. When Zhan Xiang realized the good news, he immediately opened a lot of spirits and celebrated.
When she drank from the wine bottles all over the floor, she became tipsy.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and a new message came in; when she picked it up and looked at it, she found a familiar sentence on it:
"Bao, have you had dinner?"
The next second later, Zhan Xiangcai's new mobile phone, which he had just bought a few days ago, was smashed to pieces on the wall...
