The conversation between Mumu and Mumou had started with questioning and ended with the collapse of the conversation. If the batches of laid-off workers in the Northeast were the result of the balanced distribution of social resources, then the Caesar of today is about to face a crisis after its glory days.
Reorganization!!
After the family gang absorbed fresh blood, it did not cause the giant Caesar to awaken for a second time, but the bone marrow had a rejection reaction. This kind of rejection was only a small part of external factors. The real contradiction was still hidden internally.
!
Wang Mumu can make money, and Dakang is good at casinos, but if they are to be the last surgeons to save the giant Caesar, it really doesn't make sense. It's not necessarily because of lack of ability, but because some people can't think of it, and some people hate doing it.
Issues.
So after Wang Mumu broke up, he didn't go to the Fourth Courtyard to look for pockmarked faces, nor did he ask Tianyang to go there, because there was no result if they went there, so they could only wait until I woke up.
...
Dakang's physical condition is different from those American soldiers whose photos are very shocking. He is indeed willing to exercise, but he is not the kind of tiger who catches a lot of shit. His exercise is just an exercise to satisfy the body's hunger.
It's just a need, so my physical condition is great.
When Wang Mumu was drinking, he often boasted proudly and said: "You know Dakang, right? That's my brother. He got on his horse and stabbed the world with his sword. He got off his horse and raised his gun to kill the nurse. In our hometown, there was an enemy who shot him and his head was bruised.
The bullets flew away, leaving a trail of sparks, and my hair was set on fire. Finally, I heard that the enemy took out a rocket launcher from his pocket and shot him head-on, but he didn't even die. Don't you think that's awesome?"
Look, Wang Mumu is two-for-one, and he often brags out of tune when he speaks, but he always admires Dakang's physical fitness. As for Wu Di's shot that destroyed Dakang, if it had been replaced by any one of us, it would have been right on the spot.
Just kick my legs...
After more than three hours in the hospital, Dakang was "rescued". Because the injury was "too serious", soft tissue contusions all over the body, and he was unconscious, the doctor said helplessly: "What kind of food? Are you drunk like this? You need to be hospitalized."
Pay for it, go to the hospital for gastric lavage, and get two injections first, or if you get older, you might end up with another Wu Laoer next door!"
"Okay! Okay!" The little nurse nodded repeatedly, and then continued to ask: "Do you have a separate ward here? Is there anyone confused here?"
"There should be, you go to the inpatient department and ask!" the doctor replied, turned and left.
In this way, the young nurses, Mumu, Liu Di, and Tianyang, after paying the hospital fees, got Dakang and I into two wards respectively, and then each gave an intravenous drip.
"Squeak!"
Liu Di washed his hands in the bathroom, opened the door and saw that Brother Bao had a cloth wrapped around his head, his eye sockets were bruised, his leg was in a plaster, and he was holding a crutch under his arm, and he was about to open the door.
"Where is Xiaofei??" Brother Bao asked.
"Still asleep!" Liu Di smoothed his hair and said slowly.
"Where are they??" Brother Bao glanced at me, who was lying on the hospital bed receiving an intravenous drip, paused, and asked slowly.
"next door!"
"...Have you seen the person who hit Dakang?" Brother Bao hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and asked.
"The car is pockmarked!" Liu Di frowned, his face expressionless, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic.
"I have to go talk to them. The third child is the third child, and a pockmarked face is a pockmarked face. I feel that this matter has nothing to do with the pockmarked face!" Brother Bao lowered his head and said.
"...I don't like to hear these things, and I don't want to know. Let's go, I'll help you!" Liu Di said, stretched out his hand and pulled the door of the ward, gently supported Brother Bao, and ran to Dakang next door.
Walk to the ward.
...
Half an hour later, in the fourth courtyard, after treating the wounds, Pockmarked sat on a bench in the corridor, smoking a cigarette. The blood stains on his collar and front had not completely dried, and his pimpled face was full of small cuts.
"Beep bell bell!"
The phone rang. He didn't even look at the caller ID. He opened the phone cover, answered the call, and said calmly: "What's your order, Brother Xu?"
"What do you mean? I'll give you three minutes to explain!" Brother Xu said in a cold voice.
"Haha, why should I explain?" Pockmarked smiled, lowered his head and asked.
"You don't understand this matter. There may be a lot of people asking you to explain it!" Brother Xu was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"Zhang Xu, let me ask you something!"
"you say!"
"The Anti-Japanese War lasted for eight years. We are not literati and we don't understand fucking history! But I want to ask you, is this war really because there are few Japanese soldiers missing from Marco Polo Bridge? Our country is really
Haven't you explained it yet?" he asked through gritted teeth.
The phone was silent for a while, Brother Xu said nothing.
"Sometimes after a conflict, what's missing is not an explanation, but whether you want to fight or not!!" Pockmarked said in a deep voice.
"Then do you want to fight?"
"If you want to hit me, I will fight back!!" Pockmarked face lowered his head and said.
"...Pockmarked face, I have always pretended not to see any of your little tricks in the past three years, but you can't touch, I won't let you touch anyone!! That's it, I'm watching you in hh city!" Xu
Brother paused for a moment, then hung up the phone after finishing speaking.
The pockmarked man clutched his cell phone, spit out the cigarette butt, paused, stood up suddenly, and walked out of the hospital door with long strides.
"Woo...!"
Late at night, with the cool breeze blowing on the street, I stood on the curb with a pockmarked face, looking back and forth for the shadow of the taxi.
After waiting for four or five minutes, there was still no taxi, so they drove in this direction. The pockmarked face was a little irritated, and his back was lonely as he walked along the street, preparing to walk to the intersection.
"Whoosh!!"
A Jetta suddenly rushed from behind. The pockmarked man turned around in confusion. The Jetta stopped with a creak, and the headlights were propped up on the pockmarked face.
"Boom! Boom!"
The door of the back seat of the Jetta suddenly opened, and two strong men rushed out, shouting at the pockmarked face: "Get in the car!!"
The pock-marked man took a step back, glanced at the cab with squinted eyes, paused, walked to the passenger seat, stretched out his hand to open the door, sat on it, turned to look at the driver and said, "Are you very brave?
I have no place to vent my anger!! There will be blood spattering for five steps, okay?"
"Crack!"
The man who was driving the car put the gear into gear and held the steering wheel in his hand. Two strong men got in the car and the Jetta started to drive slowly along the street.
After a long time, the person driving the car looked at the car window and asked in a low voice: "Isn't it difficult to stay at Caesars?"
"...These words are meaningless...I'm so sleepy!" The pockmarked face leaned on the seat tiredly and narrowed his eyes.
ps: I’d like to correct one thing. The three people who ate with pockmarked faces were mentioned in the previous chapters. The first one was Chen Dabiao, the second one was Xiao Li from Ha Yijian, and the third one was Brother Bao. There was no Yuguo, so it was written
That was a clerical error. I have always been known for being rigorous in my writing, but I made a somewhat minor mistake. I am so ashamed of myself, -.-.
Secondly, I have some personal matters today, so I am missing a chapter. I will make up for it tomorrow, thank you.