Chu Heng opened the door, and standing outside was a young man, a neighbor who lived nearby, but he was not in the same alley as him.
When the boy saw the door open, he quickly looked inside and saw that there was no more TV on. He looked away in disappointment, then ran away without saying a word.
"Uncle Chu, I have a phone call for you."
"So annoying!"
Chu Heng rolled his eyelids, tightened his collar, reluctantly took steps, and staggered out of the house.
When I arrived at the newsstand, I hadn't hung up the phone yet, and the phone was resting on a torn newspaper.
Seeing him coming, Uncle Huang, who was standing by smoking a cigarette, hurriedly waved and warned in a low voice: "This person on the phone talks very aggressively and is quite angry."
"I'm still very angry!"
Chu Henghun curled his lips indifferently, threw a big door to the old man, picked up the phone and asked: "I, Chu Heng, who are you?"
"Uncle Xie!" Xie Jun's angry voice came from the other end.
Chu Dandao was not afraid at all. He smiled and asked again: "Ah, Uncle Xie, what's the matter?"
"What do you have the nerve to ask me about? Don't you know what you did?" Xie Jun snorted.
Chu Heng grinned and said angrily: "Hey, you don't know it. I have a load on my shoulders and a pot on my back. I'm so busy. How can I remember so much?"
Xie Jun on the other end was silent for a moment, his tone softened a lot, and he said: "I know you have grievances in your heart, but it's all for the sake of the people and the country. Overcome any difficulties you have."
"I have no complaints. I am extremely happy to serve the country and the people. But there are just some people who can't catch a sheep but work hard to gather the wool!" Chu Heng thought of the 200,000 he had lost again.
Oops, I feel so wronged.
Um?
It should be two hundred thousand, right?
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
Xie Jun immediately felt guilty, and the topic changed to old matters again: "I asked you, you kid, you have nothing to do. Why did you encourage that foreigner? If this is found out, do you know how much trouble there will be?"
"Who instigated it? I didn't. We were just chatting between friends." Chu Heng refused.
"I don't care if you have it or not. Just remember this time, kid. I have to control your bad mouth from now on. If you don't care about others anymore, I won't care about you!"
"I know, I know! What, I have something else to do, so I'll just hang up now!" Chu Heng was in a bad mood now and didn't like listening to these lectures. He hung up the phone with a bang and bought something at the newsstand.
After reading the evening newspaper, I wiped myself out and went home.
As for what Xie Jun said, he didn't take it at all.
Putting aside the fact that Xie Jun would not ignore him, even if it were true, he would not be afraid of Da Sheng Heng.
Without you, Butcher Zhang, how can I still eat meat with hair on it?
With the surrender letter in hand, the Shen and Liu family are not much worse than the Xie family, and they can protect his little shrimp who is jumping around and having fun!
An office of a certain unit.
"This bastard!"
Xie Jun, who was still very angry just now, listened to the busy tone on the phone and put down the phone happily. He immediately hummed a tune and picked up the pork head and a bottle of Wuliangye bought by someone nearby, preparing to go back and have a good meal.
There was no sign of anger at all.
Ever since I met Chu Heng.
He wiped the butt of Chu Heng a lot.
But never once did he feel so willing and happy.
He even wanted to wipe Chu Heng's butt like this a few more times.
But when I think about it, I still have to criticize when I need to, otherwise my grandson might go to heaven!
but……
Tsk tsk.
If those bad ideas that boy came up with can really come true, it will definitely be an extremely beautiful scenery!
I’m really looking forward to it!
…
Chrissie moves quickly.
On the third day after Chu Heng gave him the photo, Andrew's name appeared in the Washington Post newspaper.
Moreover, it is the front page headline and takes up a very large space.
The title is more like Chu Heng’s true biography and is very eye-catching.
shock!
Ambassador Mao Zi turned out to be a beast!
Tsk!
Just such a headline can at least sell tens of thousands more copies of this newspaper!
Of course, the content is also good.
First, there is a photo, chosen very cleverly. In it, Andrew looks like he is crazy, and Avima's face is full of pain.
Then there is the manuscript, which tells how Andrew used his power to coerce and torture Avima. Some of the details described in it are a bit like Fifty Shades of Gray.
It even made some people worship Andrew.
Expert!
I know how to play!
Barabara...
But what most people pay attention to is the incident itself. An ambassador of a superpower persecutes married women. It is an absolute scandal within a scandal!
Citigroup people love to see a big shot suffer misfortune, let alone a big shot from the opposite Cold War country!
You must eat this big melon!
For a time, the Washington Post sold out, even surpassing the industry leader The New York Times, and attracted countless newspapers and magazines to reprint it.
As a result, this incident only fermented for one day before it spread completely and was hotly discussed by people in many countries. At the same time, Andrew was criticized verbally and verbally.
Even under the deliberate guidance of a certain organization, public opinion was directed at Mao Ziguo.
As a result, many people within Mao Ziguo were scolding Andrew, and some even suggested that this embarrassing guy should be brought back immediately, and among them were people from the opposition party.
…
"Bang!"
Maozi Embassy, dormitory building.
Andrew, who had become the target of public criticism, smashed a bottle of vodka against the wall with red eyes. The strong smell of alcohol made the atmosphere in the room even more restless.
"Trap, this is a trap!"
Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Andrew was already going crazy. With a murderous look on his face, he yelled at Rosacea sitting next to him in a wheelchair: "Find me that bitch, I'm going to kill her! Kill her!"
"Andrew, please calm down."
Rosacea wiped the wine that splashed on his face and advised earnestly: "Now you are on the cusp of the storm, so it's best not to do anything. If something happens to the woman named Avima, this will only happen.
Make your situation worse."
Andrew was silent after hearing this.
He is reckless, but he is not stupid. He knows that he can only weigh the pros and cons.
After thinking for a while.
He unfolded the newspaper again, looked at the woman on it who once reminded him of something but now wanted to get rid of her. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "Who do you think did this?"
"Does it matter?" Rosacea asked.
"unimportant!"
Andrew shook his head, threw the newspaper to the ground, and walked out of the room with a lonely look.
The matter is a foregone conclusion, and the whole world is in uproar.
So what if he finds out who did it?
Who would believe it?
Or who wants to believe it?
I didn't expect that.
He had been in blood and fire for so many years, and yet he fell into a trap at the hands of a woman.
And it’s still such a clumsy trick!
The word "sex" has a knife on its head!
But should I say it, this knife is really easy to use!
