It was not until the afternoon that "Hu Ping'an" finally sent a text message, saying that he would meet at the Hongshui River Bridge.
Cang Long suddenly raised his eyebrows, and Wen Wen asked, "What's the matter?"
"That bridge is not far from Lingwo. Once something happens, it may be difficult to deal with it!" Cang Long's face was solemn.
"Are you still afraid of these MLM gangs?" Wen Wen was a little surprised.
"It's you I'm worried about." Canglong suddenly looked at her, with a bit of worry on his face.
"Me?" Although Wen Wen didn't like Cang Long's masculinity, she still felt warm in her heart. She opened her sleeves to reveal some muscles and said, "After all, I am also a police academy graduate. Don't look down on me so much."
"The brainwashed people are the most terrifying. This is not a question of ability. I don't want anything to happen to you. Can you just stay in the hotel?" Cang Long looked at Wen Wen with a deep look, making Wen Wen unable to refute for a moment.
She now even felt that Cang Long had tied her up, which was easier to deal with than looking at her like this, because she suddenly couldn't refuse.
"But..." Wen Wen wanted to say something else, but Canglong's hand blocked her mouth: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
After saying that, Canglong turned around and left. Looking at his back, Wen Wen suddenly lost consciousness. It was like seeing her parents when she was a child. It was like hearing her father say this to her mother when she was a child. Her mother watched her father leave blankly, her face
Although she was worried, she was more relieved because her man was the best.
Wen Wen suddenly felt her mother's feelings. Although this man had nothing to do with her now, Wen Wen's temperament was not that weak, and she could not trust Cang Long to go alone. So ten minutes after Cang Long left, Wen Wen
Wen tidied up and headed to the meeting place.
Hongshui River is a river that crosses Laibin. It is named because of its brownish-red color. There is a stone bridge not far from Lingwo. This is the only way to the other end of Hongshui River. From time to time, vehicles pass by.
Passing by, there were passers-by walking by the bridge, and some vendors had set up their stalls.
A migrant worker who looked to be in his forties or fifties came to the bridge holding a plastic bag. His eyes wandered and he looked around, as if he was looking for someone, but he had no clue. Finally, this man, who was in his forties or fifties, came to the bridge.
The migrant workers squatted on the bridge, holding the plastic bags in their arms tightly, looking around carefully.
For people passing by, this migrant worker is not surprising, because there are not many companies in the guest. Since the planning of prefecture-level cities, there have been more construction workers like the guest. Most of them come from the countryside, and such *
*Most of them stay in Lingwo. Those who have money buy a piece of land and build a house in Lingwo. The main purpose is to obtain a city registered permanent residence.
Real estate transactions in Lingwo are all based on your own will. There is no trading center registration, supervision and taxation. Therefore, this is also the reason for the lack of care in Lingwo, because there is no way to control it. There are many problems left in it, and there is no such thing.
A government is willing to clean up this mess, but most of them just let it go, because even if Lingwo is really managed, it is not a political achievement.
Moreover, this also involves a struggle with the people of Lingwo. The folk customs here have always been fierce. Even if there are police patrols, robberies and fights continue at night.
On the land of Lingwo, there was also an incident where a bailiff was hacked, which made the people above talk about Lingwo and become dissatisfied.
But this migrant worker is not ordinary. If you look closely, you will find that there is not much roughness in this migrant worker, and the skin on his body is not the dark color that is exposed to the sun all year round.
"Are you Hu Ping'an's father?" Suddenly, a young man in his twenties came over, wearing oily clothes. He was obviously a local and a gangster from the Lingwo area.
"I am, are you Ping An's friend?" The migrant worker looked at the person in front of him warily, holding the plastic bag tighter.
"I'm not his friend, but I'm here to pick you up. Come with me, someone wants to see you." The young man glanced at the migrant worker impatiently, but finally his eyes fell on the plastic bag in his hand, his eyes wide.
Guang said, "What are you holding?"
"Some local specialties." The migrant worker replied, holding the hands in the plastic bag tighter.
The young man wanted to reach out and grab it, but when he saw it on the bridge for the last time, he held back, and then said: "Follow me!"
After leaving the bridge, the young man took the migrant worker to Lingwo. When he stepped on the dirt road that was not yet dry, there would be a crunching sound all the time, and mud would splash up if he was not careful.
Whenever it rains in Lingwo, there is stagnant water everywhere. Even cars can't pass by. There is always some dirt floating on the water, giving off a stench that is worse than the smelly ditches in rural areas.
After walking for about two miles, the young man stopped at the foot of an undecorated building, looked back at the bag in the migrant worker's hand and said, "Give me the stuff, I want to check it!"
"Why?" The migrant worker looked strange.
"Where's all this nonsense, give it to me!" the young man said, reaching out to grab the plastic bag from the migrant worker's hand. Unexpectedly, an astonishing force burst out of the migrant worker's thin body, and he flicked his hand.
So he threw the young man to the ground and smashed him into the mud, making him miserable.
The young man stood up from the mud with a furious face. He picked up a brick from the ground and threw it at the head of the panicked migrant worker. He also cursed: "Old man, if you dare to touch me, I will kill you."
But his brick was surprisingly empty. I don’t know whether the migrant worker did it intentionally or subconsciously. Anyway, after the young man smashed the brick, he used a little too much force, so his whole body tilted and fell on the ground again.
In the smelly ditch, the fall was even worse this time. The whole person was rolling in the mud, and there was a layer of excrement stuck to the body.
"Old man!!!" The young man felt that he was unlucky and stood up again.
"What I have here is really a local specialty. If you don't believe it, look, look." The migrant worker looked at the young man in a panic, opened the plastic bag, and revealed the contents inside, a piece of clothing with two
egg.
When the people around him saw this scene, they all laughed and watched the fun, but no one came to help. The young man was covered in mud, but felt that he couldn't lose face, so he picked up the brick and threw it again.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Fourth, stop!"
The young man's face changed, and he looked a little unwillingly at the people upstairs. Finally he had to put down the bricks in his hands, walked to the migrant worker, kicked him hard, and said coldly: "Get up here!"
The migrant workers dared not speak out, so they walked straight up. The building, like most buildings in Lingwo, had not yet been renovated. The outside was made of red bricks, and there was a layer of moist moisture on the stairs.
There are various kinds of footprints scattered all over the place. The migrant workers' eyes are scanning these footprints carefully and vaguely. In the eyes of outsiders, they seem to be in a panic.
The whole building has three floors. There is no one living on the first floor. It is not until the second floor that the migrant workers see some people in the rooms. Most are seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest is only in his twenties. Everyone looks at them.
He looked at him warily.
"Welcome Father Hu." When he arrived on the third floor, the migrant worker was startled because as soon as he entered the door, he saw someone holding a banner, and a group of people said enthusiastically to him. It felt like the leader above
When I arrived, the people arranged below seemed to be greeting me.
But as soon as the migrant workers entered the house, the young man behind them closed the door.
There are no partitions on the entire third floor. There are many small mats placed here. The windows are sealed and no outside light can shine in. There is a one-hundred-watt gas lamp burning inside, which makes the whole room look like
The area is more than 100 square meters, with a total of more than a dozen people standing in front of the migrant workers.
The migrant workers sharply discovered that there was a small blackboard hanging on the wall in front of the neat pile of small horses, with some things written on it.
"I...I..." The migrant worker didn't see Hu Ping'an. Just as he was about to say something, he was held by one of the women, who looked to be thirty years old and had a fat body, and started talking to him.
As if he was very intimate, he pulled him over and found a small mat for him to sit down.
Then the dozen or so people who welcomed him came over immediately, passing cigarettes to others, pouring water to others, and beating their backs. They were extremely considerate.
Seemingly noticing the migrant workers' discomfort, the woman in her thirties smiled and said, "You, you are just sitting here. When you get here, you feel like you are at home. We are all our own people here."
As she spoke, the woman asked the dozen or so people to introduce each other. These people all had immature faces, but they introduced each other with enthusiasm and high spirits. The oldest of the men and women was only thirty years old.
But most of them are skinny, which is in sharp contrast with the energy on their faces. Moreover, these people come from all over the world and come from all places.
It's just that the migrant workers didn't seem to be interested in them. They said anxiously: "Where is my son? Where is he safe?"
"Your son?" The woman frowned, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face, "You mean Mr. Hu?"
"Mr. Hu?" The migrant worker's expression changed.
"Yes, Hu Ping'an, our Mr. Hu, is a very busy man right now. He is negotiating business all day long and walking around with the city leaders. I didn't hear that you are coming, so let us pick you up right now.
You are just afraid that you will be lost because you are not familiar with this place." The woman had a cheerful look on her face, as if she were treating her biological father.
"What about just now?" The migrant worker looked strangely at the young man behind him who was cleaning up the mud.
"Just now?" The woman was a little strange, and then looked at the young man, "Oh, you said Fourth, he is not from our company, and he is not familiar with Mr. Hu, so I offended you, Fourth, I'm sorry.
I apologize to the old man."
"Old man?" The young man looked shocked. Seeing the woman's expression change, she seemed to want to say something. The woman walked over and handed him some money. The young man immediately smiled and nodded and apologized to the migrant workers.
"Pah!" Who would have thought that the migrant workers would just slap the young man to the ground in a sudden move? This scene was something that no one present expected...