"Boss Tian, that's enough. Since we are all sitting here now, let's talk in a good direction."
He lowered his head and pressed his hands, trying to calm down the two parties and said: "After this incident, you will not only get half of our payment, but you will also get 400,000 yuan in compensation from their sisters."
"As the leader of the field, interests come first, and it is best to stop at the right time."
After hearing this, Tian Sanjiu chuckled and said with a smile: "Wang Boss, if you retire and stop robbing tombs in the future, it would be good to become a matchmaker. If not, wouldn't there be some kind of help program team on TV? You
It’s definitely possible to help others resolve conflicts.”
He was joking, but it sounded uncomfortable.
The boss also laughed.
But I don't know if it was an illusion, but I saw a hint of chill in the eyes of the boss.
Nothing happened today, everything was normal.
Let me tell the harsh truth, the female village doctor Ah Fang is like a maid. In addition to changing Ah Chun's gauze and hanging anti-inflammatory medicine, she also cooks for Tian Sanjiu, carries water, and goes out to run errands to buy cigarettes and chewing gum.
Before and after the trip, it is no exaggeration to say that the service was comprehensive.
I went out to squat in the toilet at night. I turned on the flashlight and looked at the things given by the masked man. I flipped through the photo album and became fascinated.
They are all old photos, probably from the 1940s or 1950s. There are photos of five young people together and some alone.
4 men and one woman, one of the men had his head cut off.
I guess the person who was cut off may be the masked person, and he doesn't want me to see his face.
These people had smiles on their faces. They were holding steamed buns in their hands, dressed in tatters, and carrying poles on their shoulders. There were birds, dogs, rabbits, and even snakes in the cages.
Most of them are scenes of busking and eating with broken bowls. In the photo, there is a circle of people. There seems to be a lizard or a crocodile on the ground. I can't tell clearly, so I think it is a lizard.
The lizard was lying on the ground with its eyes open and its belly up.
The woman with the pockmarked face among the five was squatting down and groping gently on the lizard's belly.
The picture is forever frozen in this scene.
It can be seen from the surprised expressions on the faces of those who were watching that they must have performed something extraordinary just now.
Some photos also have words written next to them, "Using animals' stress responses and training techniques."
While I was squatting, Bean Sprouts and Brother Yu also came in.
Dou Sprout took off his pants and squatted down next to me.
Seeing me flipping through the photo album, Dou Sprout lit it himself first and then handed me a cigarette.
"call..."
The three of us squatted in a row and started puffing away.
Dou Sprout clutched a wad of toilet paper, flicked the cigarette ashes and asked, "Fengzi, how much money have you saved in the past two years?"
"There must be more than two hundred. I haven't seen them," I said.
"What about you, Brother Yu?" Dou Sprout turned around and asked.
Brother Yu said: "I'm not as rich as Yunfeng, only a few hundred thousand, less than a million."
"Oh, then you have done a lot."
"How much have you saved?" I asked.
"I don't have much, I'm about the same as Brother Yu."
"Bullshit, I don't believe it. Take your phone and let me take a look to see if there are any undeleted text messages."
"Damn it, don't grab it! I'll fall into a trap later!"
While we were pushing and shoving, a man suddenly walked in, and Dou Sprout and I immediately stopped making trouble.
I came out to use the village toilet. There were five pits in a row, and anyone could come in. I thought it was a villager.
This man is not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall. He wears glasses, has a thin build, is in his forties or fifties, is wearing ordinary clothes, his back is to us, and he is relieving himself.
I saw that he had a book tucked under his creaky nest. Looking from the side, I could see that the book was not small and very thick. It was called "One Hundred Tips for Postpartum Care."
Lifting up his pants, the man suddenly turned around and asked, "Excuse me, is this Tianguangdong Village?"
This man spoke in a very thin voice, which sounded very feminine. If he hadn't just stood talking, outsiders would have thought he was a eunuch.
