Dong Xiaowan held a paintbrush in her hand and stared at a strange man covered in scars with an angry smile.
This strange man was posing in various extremely indecent postures. He had messy and black hair, and his eyes were slightly scattered and unruly. His jeans were almost pulled down to his crotch, and he looked like those with yellow hair on the street.
, there is no difference between a second-rate guy who has his ears pierced?
This is all the scene that greeted Mother Dong when she entered the door.
How could she not be angry, how could she not be desperate?
She gave birth to Dong Xiaowan at the age of twenty-eight, and she has been working hard for her all her life. Isn't it just to give her a stable and happy living environment? Isn't it just so that she won't lose to other children at the starting line?
Although Dong's mother cannot give her the most luxurious life, she is trying hard to give her the happiest living environment. Could it be that she still doesn't understand the painstaking efforts of being a parent?
Even though I was wronged at work, I didn't dare to confront my boss. I only dared to leave angrily and cry all the way home. Even now, my eyes are red and swollen, and my heart is full of gloom.
But even so, Dong's mother was still thinking about what delicious food she should make when her daughter comes back in the evening to relax her.
But——this is how she repays herself?
Bring someone of the opposite sex home during school hours?
Paint him naked?
Is this the result I hope to get by spending a lot of money to hire a painter to teach her how to paint?
Frustrated at work and hit at home. At this moment, Dong's mother was exhausted both physically and mentally. She was disheartened and had almost lost the courage to live.
She stared at the man and woman in the room with an ashen face, and her eyes showed a strong look of despair.
"Mom - it's not what you think." Dong Xiaowan was so anxious that she almost started crying and explained. "Lin Ze is my classmate and is in the same class as me."
"Really?" Mother Dong's face was extremely ugly. She didn't know whether it was despair for her daughter or ridicule of her own failed life. She said lukewarmly. "This man is covered with scars, has such a skillful smoking posture, and even threw one thing on the sofa.
The shirt that is stained with blood and belongs to him is a student in Class 3, your classmate?"
"Is Dangtang Zijinhua a school specialized in producing such social scum!?" Dong's mother almost shouted.
Dong Xiaowan was frightened.
In her memory, her gentle and intellectual mother had never been so angry. How could she know that Dong's mother was not only frustrated by her, but also attacked by the leader of the work unit with sinister intentions and vicious words?
At this moment, the whole world for her was dark.
Seeing the confrontation between mother and daughter, Lin Ze had the illusion of being left out of the matter. He thought to himself: "Auntie, what you said is absolutely right. I am indeed the scum of society. But - will I admit it?"
Before Dong Xiaowan could explain anything, Lin Ze grabbed it with one hand and wanted to put on Dong Xiaowan's father's clothes. But his mother had come back, so it was inconvenient for him to wear it again. He put on the tattered shirt covered in blood and rushed out.
Dong Xiaowan's mother smiled and said: "Auntie, I am really Xiaowan's classmate."
"Did you call me Xiaowan?" Mother Dong said angrily.
She was already in despair. What rationality? What gentleness? What kind of intellectuals? She didn't care at all.
"I am not what you think. I am not a scum of society. On the contrary, I am a cultural intellectual." Lin Ze said with a serious face.
"Cultural intellectuals?" Dong's mother sneered again and again, looking at Lin Ze with a mocking look. "I have never seen a cultural intellectual with scars all over his body! You are giving cultural classes to the elder brothers of those gang members.
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Lin Ze couldn't help but laugh. This Aunt Dong was really interesting to describe. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's not the case."
"I have worked in the Education Bureau for twenty years. How can I still not tell who is a cultural person and who is a scum of society?" Dong's mother looked desperate.
What kind of education bureau, what kind of cultural people? Dong's mother is exhausted both physically and mentally now. She is really in no mood and has no ability to think about those things.
She didn't give Lin Ze a chance to say anything more. She waved her hands in frustration and said indifferently: "Go away, you are not welcome in our family."
When Dong Xiaowan saw her mother showing such a look, she was afraid that she really despaired of herself. Her heart was extremely desolate, and tears came out again.
"Auntie, since you are a cultured person, you wouldn't mind if I borrowed your bathroom, right?" Seeing that he was not interested in talking to her, Lin Ze made an abrupt request.
Dong's mother frowned slightly and said impatiently: "Go faster if you use it."
After saying that, he sat on the sofa feebly, not even looking at Dong Xiaowan.
"Okay." Lin Ze glanced at the bewildered Dong Xiaowan with some distress, and thought to himself, "Your mother has fallen into a state of madness. Simple comfort and explanation will not work. Try my method to see if it works.
Bar."
The first thing Lin Ze did when he entered the bathroom was to turn on his phone. Several text messages that Dong Xiaowan had sent in the morning were immediately sent to it. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, feeling that this girl was really worried about him. But then he thought of her outside the living room.
situation, dial a number quickly.
"Hey." Lin Ze sat on the toilet and slowly lit a cigarette.
"Who is it?" A domineering voice came from the microphone, which sounded particularly harsh.
"Lin Ze." Lin Ze said his name coldly.
"Kala——" The sound of falling on the desk came from the microphone, and three seconds later, the sound came again. "Brother Xiao Lin?"
"Yeah." Lin Ze frowned and puffed out a puff of smoke.
"You are calling now. Do you have any instructions?" The voice on the phone was full of fear and uneasiness. He was afraid that he would say something wrong or do something wrong and anger Lin Ze. His words were respectful and cautious, which was incredible.
"Do you know Ms. Du from your company? She is about forty or fifty years old." Lin Ze asked calmly.
"Du Qinghua?" came the male voice from the microphone.
"I don't know the specific name." Lin Ze shook his head. "Tell me her detailed information so that I can confirm it."
After three minutes of information reporting, Lin Ze confirmed that she was Dong Xiaowan's mother. He flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said indifferently, "Is she being annoyed at work today?"
Cheng Ying was stunned.
Do you, old man, want to be so aware of everything? I just scolded her for less than two hours, how could you receive the news?
"I don't hope there will be a next time." Lin Ze said coldly and ruthlessly.
Cheng Ying nodded in agreement.
He couldn't afford to offend Lin Ze, and he didn't dare to offend him. Not only was he afraid that he would retaliate against his son, but he was also worried that as his cousin Cheng Ziqiang said, if he offended him, he would suffer a huge disaster. No matter what, Cheng Ying planned to hold Lin Ze in front of him
The tail makes a man.
Face, dignity? Is life more important than the future? Stop joking!
"As the director of the Office of the Education Bureau, you probably know what her husband does, right?" Lin Ze asked, changing the subject.
The information he got at first was that Du Qinghua worked in the Education Bureau, so in that case, he could start with Cheng Ying. When he mentioned it to himself, he easily answered the name. The two must be familiar with each other. That's why Lin Ze said coldly.
Warning, and hope to get more information through Cheng Ying.
"Her husband should be from the Cultural Affairs Bureau." Cheng Ying said, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.
"I know. In five minutes, you can call me again. It doesn't matter what you say, but -"
"Brother Xiao Lin, don't worry, I know what to do." Cheng Ying knew that what Lin Ze said next might be blatant and hurt people's self-esteem. Cheng Ying immediately continued his words, not letting Lin Ze say anything that would make him look embarrassed.
If there is no light.
"First of all."
Lin Ze hung up the phone calmly and then dialed a special number.
As soon as the call was connected, Lin Ze said indifferently: "Please help me get through the hotline of the Director of Huaxin City Cultural Bureau."
"Please wait."
Beep. A relayed electronic sound came from the other side.
This is an internal call.
It can even be said that this is one of Lin Ze's permissions when performing tasks. In other words, ordinary agents do not have this permission. Lin Ze has it because he is familiar with the old director. The old man opened the back door for him.
Secondly, some of the things Lin Ze did were always particularly dangerous and complicated. The old director couldn't help Lin Ze much due to his awkward status. But he would still try his best to find such a simple and effortless back door.
Driven by Lin Ze.
For a loyal soldier who sacrificed his life and shed blood for the country, receiving such a small discount was not excessive at all in the eyes of the old director.
The call was finally connected, and what came from the other end was a deep male voice with a slightly artistic flavor. Judging from the age of the voice, he could not be less than fifty years old.
"Hello? Who is this?" Huo Cheng, director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, was a little confused. The number was very strange. There was no caller ID, but it directly conveyed a signal to Huo Cheng that the person making this call was not an ordinary person. As long as it was not too violative.
According to his principles and work philosophy, he will try his best to satisfy the other party.
The Director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau does not seem to be that respected, but it is a very well-oiled department. Huo Cheng has been in this position for more than ten years, so he naturally knows it very well.
"Director, I want to ask you to promise me something." Lin Ze puffed out thick smoke and said calmly.
"Say it." Huo Cheng said tactfully.
The person who can make this call is not an ordinary person. Huo Cheng is an old man who has been immersed in official circles for many years. He is too lazy to waste words. As long as it does not harm the development of culture too much, Huo Cheng is not easy to refuse.
If the request made is too outrageous, Huo Cheng will fight to the death even if he offends some senior officials.
This is the reason why he is unable to climb higher, and it is also the reason why he can secure this position.
It hurts the interests of some people, but it can be of great help to the development of the entire culture. Some people hate him, but others admire his style and respect his moral character.
Where there is light, there must be darkness. Where there is black, there must also be white. If it is all light, the world will be too hypocritical. If it is all darkness, the world will be too hopeless.
Huo Cheng is an existence caught in black and white.
"I hope, Director, you can take some time to treat me to a meal." Lin Ze said calmly, not joking at all.
Huo Cheng was a little stunned.
Just such a simple request?
The young man on the other side of the phone made this call and made such a simple and weird request?
Huo Cheng was a little confused, but he still said calmly: "Okay. When?"
"You make arrangements." Lin Ze said.
"Then why not do it at eight o'clock tonight?" Huo Cheng said.
"I still have evening self-study at eight o'clock." Lin Ze said.
"——" Huo Cheng's heart, which was gradually aging, twitched and said politely. "Nine-thirty?"
"Yeah. I'll be out of school by then. I'll be there in about half an hour."
"That's it, I'll wait for you at half past nine." Huo Cheng thought about it and asked, "Do you want to bring anyone to the appointment?"
"The surname is Dong. He is about fifty years old. His wife's name is Du Qinghua."
