Cheng Xiaoyu closed his eyes and said nothing. The world he saw was different from others, because he had great luck. He could see through it like a black tree, and understand like Pei Pei. It would take a certain amount of time. It doesn't matter if he is stupider. His reaction
It doesn't matter if you go slower, the most important thing is to think it through.
Looking out the window, Heimu and Pei Pei in the car did not bother Cheng Xiaoyu anymore. The failure of some things does not necessarily mean the most perfect, and understanding does not necessarily mean the most mature. It is rare to be confused. The key is to see whether you can be in the key place.
It's rare, not that everything is rare and confusing.
"Brother Mu Mu, pull over." In Cheng Xiaoyu's sight, a scene appeared in a play that is performed in many cities, almost every day, almost in every city.
There were several shabby or old-model cars, and an urban management car was parked at the far end. It was not a main road, but a relatively concentrated grocery market in the old city. It was Chinese New Year, and it was inevitable to occupy the road for business.
It is our duty to drive them away, but instead of driving them away, they were walking back and forth, shouting something with a loudspeaker, and a few middle-aged men and women in work uniforms were collecting money from one stall to another. However, some resisters immediately got out of the car and had their scales confiscated.
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Is it law enforcement or...
Perhaps it is because the public is right and the mother-in-law is right. She stands on the side of the people, so naturally she resolutely resists the so-called existence that is notorious throughout the country.
"Brother Mu Mu, park the car at the exit of the grocery market."
Just as a vendor selling couplets was being cleared away at the entrance of the market, a truck loaded with seafood was parked at the entrance of the market. Several workers were preparing to put up the equipment and move down the huge artificially heated iron water tank.
Sales in this location are about to start the Chinese New Year, but there is no business that is not good when doing business. It occupies a good geographical location. The two and a half days on the morning of the 28th, 29th and 30th of the New Year alone are enough for the merchants to make a profit.
The basin is full and the jar is full.
The Q5 car was parked where the water tank should have been. Driving a good car will automatically improve your status in the eyes of others. A few fierce-looking workers did not dare to say anything. They said hello to the boss first, and then the urban management
The car and the toll collector below all came over.
"Brother Mu Mu, let's go down and buy something."
After turning off the engine, taking out the key, and preparing to get out of the car, two middle-aged men, a man and a woman, came over, knocked on the car window, and said in an unfriendly tone: "Sir, this is a vendor area, please park the car."
Go over there and give way."
Heimu ignored them at all. He had a vague hunch that he knew what Cheng Xiaoyu was going to do. It was not to show off his power, but to find another answer for himself. In other words, he already knew the answer and just wanted to experience it with his own eyes again.
"This is outside the market. I just heard with my own ears that you drove away those who were selling couplets for this reason. Why has it become a vendor area again?" Cheng Xiaoyu opened the car door and changed out of his military uniform after entering the city just now.
, maybe this will be a secret that is not a secret.
"Whose car is this? Drive away!" A man and a woman said nothing. A dilapidated red Santana slowly drove over, and a harsh male voice came from the built-in speaker.
Cheng Xiaoyu had enough time to watch the car approaching. He watched several men with fierce looks in the window of the car beckoning him to drive away quickly. He thought he saw the Q5 worth hundreds of thousands, and there was no use in driving away the hawkers with their arrogance.
Domineering command style.
"My car is parked here, it's convenient." Cheng Xiaoyu has rarely spoken in such an unreasonable way in his life, but he used it today. Firstly, he wanted to verify something for himself, and secondly, he had long seen that these guys were not willing to speak.
It's pleasing to the eye. In the past, there were always small merchants and hawkers setting up stalls at the entrance to the University Town, and I saw many injustices.
Kuroki and Pei Pei got out of the car. Pei Pei tightened his clothes. His temperament, appearance, and clothes immediately silenced some people's voices. As for Kuroki, he no longer needed to show his integrity in any vicious way.
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"Look at the passes posted on this car." Kuroki pointed to some passes and annual inspection signs posted on the front windshield of the car, then lit a cigarette and stood on the curb calmly, looking at it with a playful expression.
With these expressions of assisting the administrator, Pei Pei hugged Cheng Xiaoyu's arm, and the two slowly walked into the grocery market.
The car in the distance that was really occupied by urban management officials drove over, and the men in the two Poussins also got out of the car. They called out to Cheng Xiaoyu, but received no response. The two men stepped forward to stop them, and wow, sparks were flying from one car to the other.
The cigarette butts flew in front of the two of them, and the black wood smashed the mouth, which seemed to be a waste of cigarettes, and lit another one.
Two middle-aged men walked over wearing serious urban management clothes. Someone said something in their ears, causing the two of them to come over with furrowed brows and looked at the only pass they recognized on the front windshield -
—The pass from the Beijing Municipal Committee quickly changed his face, pointed at the seafood truck and the stall owner on the other side of the Q5 truck and said: "Move over there!"
Then he nodded to Kuroki with a smile and quickly asked everyone to evacuate the scene. At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu's car was parked there in a land where every inch of land was precious. Many people saw this scene and had nothing to say except sighing.
Yes, everyone has seen the arrogance of these toll collectors and co-administrators before. Many nearby residents have seen it all the time. They are also well aware of the arrogance of these uncles. The vendors dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Less than a minute after these people evacuated, Kuroki got in the car again, squeezed the seafood car and left the area, rolled down the window and pointed at the driven away couple selling couplets, gesturing for them to continue setting up their stall.
At this time, no one could tell what was going on. The seafood vendor frowned and squeezed next to the urban management car, muttering something in a low voice. He thought that he could occupy a perfect place to sell his goods at this moment, either because he had a good way or not.
Enough money has been made, and the market here does not have much power to do things outside the market, even at the gate.
The couple who sold the couplets were also very single. I guess they were very angry. If it broke out today, the worst they could do was not sell it anymore. The worst thing would be that if the car was gone, I would lose all the couplets. All I wanted was to be relieved.
People are angry, some things are not done by angry youths, nor are people deliberately trying to make things difficult, but some things are too deep-rooted, and once they are able to burst out, the people around them are very supportive, and they don’t care if they get ten or eight yuan for the Chinese New Year, and the couplets are
It is a must-have product. The key is to feel comfortable watching those who normally spend their days eating and drinking.
"Come on, boss, bring me a couplet with the word "Fu" in it. I want this, um, this."
"Whatever it is, give me ten dollars."
"Yes, give me ten dollars."
The couple selling couplets looked at those guys who were usually extremely arrogant from a distance. There were a lot of people around them who were so supportive. They didn't pick anything but just paid for it. They just let go and shouted: "I'm selling couplets!"
The tone was obviously irritating, and the people around him were very happy to support it. If nothing else, they just wanted to make those people uncomfortable and make those guys feel blocked. Hatred is contagious. The masses and those who coordinated
There is no contradiction between them. In the Internet age of information explosion, many things are in common. Maybe they are just indignant, maybe they are just following the trend, one, two or three, joining in the fun is the commonality.
In a short period of time, the couplets were sold out, and everyone was celebrating. The coordinators on the side looked very ugly, and the urban management car in the distance was filled with smoke.
"Where did this guy come from? He's just looking for trouble."
"No matter who it is, don't provoke others. I recognize one of the passes. It belongs to the Military Commission. I may not know which yamen came out."
"Damn it, when did the yamen young master come out to do good deeds?"
Not long after, Cheng Xiaoyu and Pei Pei came out of the grocery market and bought couplets worth twenty yuan for fun. Naturally, there was no need for such couplets in the Pei family. They just watched a few bags of couplets sold out, and the vendor's face was full of joy.
It was filled with joy and excitement, and the people around them who had purchased the couplets did not leave, looking at it from near or far, hoping to see the next show.
After getting into the car, Kuroki started the car and left after the vendors selling couplets packed their bags and left.
The three people in the car did not speak. This is the answer. This is the answer Cheng Xiaoyu gave himself. One thing has the same meaning as Heimu driving. Who is right and who is wrong? How to judge, is Cheng Xiaoyu wrong? It can be regarded as a small matter.
The meaning of the book is promising; the seller of seafood is wrong? Who wants to find a way to make more money during the Chinese New Year? In a market economy, poverty alleviation also depends on the situation; the seller of couplets is wrong? Is it easy for a small household to make some money?
Is the city management at fault? Not necessarily. One rat excrement ruins a pot of soup, but isn’t there anything in a pot of rat excrement that can keep oneself clean?
It’s not always possible to summarize a point or cover up a point. In the process of searching for the answer, Cheng Xiaoyu has only reached the point where he can live as he pleases. The status, status and money he has now are not just unfounded, they have a cause and effect, because
I did a good deed that I had never done impulsively for more than 20 years - saving people, and got a superpower. I became rich because of my superpower, and joined a special department. Because of my superpower, I indirectly met Pei Pei.
He had a short-lived but innocent relationship. Because he saved Pei Pei with his supernatural power, he had a subsequent interaction with the Pei family.
Between gain and loss, the loser is determined by his fate, and the gainer spends his time studying Zen and enlightenment to find the answer. Why is there a gain?
The answers you seek for yourself are often the answers that are closest to your heart, can be accepted, and can be read. After a short drive to the Pei family courtyard, Cheng Xiaoyu has woken up from his confused state, plunged into the atmosphere of the New Year, and enjoyed the first time.
A New Year spent in Beijing.
"Grandpa, do you think I did the right thing?" Cheng Xiaoyu walked with Mr. Pei and told him what he had done today.
Mr. Pei just smiled and did not give a long answer. He simply said a few words: "If you don't think it is right, will you do it?"
What a simple answer, other people's hearts are not yours. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (To be continued.)