Xu Qing and He Yibing made an appointment to meet in front of the Municipal Party Committee gate at nine o'clock in the morning. He deliberately arrived a quarter of an hour early and parked his car next to the Municipal Party Committee gate. Seeing that there were several breakfast shops not far ahead that were doing brisk business, he didn't know what his senior brother was doing.
For breakfast, let’s get something to fill our stomachs while we still have some time.
I walked into a dumpling shop and ordered fifty dumplings, half steamed and half fried, all stuffed with pickled mustard and pork. I sat down at a table near the door and ate a lot. From here I could just see the gate of the Municipal Party Committee. If my senior brother brought me
People can see it immediately when they come out.
The dumplings tasted good, and they were quite enjoyable to eat with some vinegar. After walking most of the way in a blink of an eye, Xu Qing saw a silver-gray Maserati driving out of the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard. The car made a big S turn and drove onto the road, almost stopping.
The Bentley on the side brushed aside.
"This woman is so crazy, she will hit a telegraph pole sooner or later..." Xu Qing was also startled. She couldn't help but muttered something, picked up a fried dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth.
Perhaps the curse took effect, or perhaps the driver drove too hard. The Maserati made an unreasonable sharp turn less than two hundred meters onto the road, and the car crashed into a wire less than ten meters away from the gate of the dumpling shop.
Below the pole, the huge impact force lifted the front of the car on the spot, and billowing black smoke continued to pour out.
"No way! So smart?" Xu Qing's expression froze, and his heart skipped a beat. He saw that the telephone pole hit by the car began to tilt, and the pull rod that originally fixed the lower end was hung up by the car. He looked at the wires.
The pole is about to tilt and fall.
"Idiot!" Xu Qing didn't think much and rushed out of the door. He stretched his hands forward to hold the fallen part of the telephone pole. There was a soft clicking sound with his arms, and the bamboo chopsticks in his palms were crushed into pieces.
After removing the debris, he finally managed to straighten the telegraph pole. After a few hard presses, it should not fall over for the time being.
Xu Qing rushed out to hold up the telephone pole not for the sake of publicity. He didn't even think much about it. It was an almost instinctive behavior. The telephone pole fell down facing the street. How many people were unlucky when this thing dragged the wire down?
, as for the woman who drove her car into a telephone pole, I only gave her two words, she deserved it!
After the telephone pole was stable, Xu Qingsong patted the chopstick scraps on his palm and turned back to the dumpling shop. He still had two plates of hot dumplings to finish, so don't waste it!
The door of the Maserati that hit the telephone pole opened, and a young woman with a slightly fat figure came out. She was dressed fashionably and fashionably, with holes in her nose like a cow, and nails in her ears like a nail gun went off.
There are two rows of sparkling diamond earrings, and a small ring is worn on the lip. It is unknown whether there are artificial holes in other places.
Xu Qing didn't have time to look at her. The dumplings on the plate were much more attractive than her, and they could still be eaten.
It can only be said that the quality of Maserati is good. The woman who was driving the car when it was hit like this didn't even scratch her skin. She just walked a little swaying. The woman actually wandered into the dumpling shop and sat down opposite Xu Qing.
It was purely a coincidence that Xiao Xu was sitting closest to the door.
The woman reached out and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick basket and put them on the table. She actually put her chopsticks on the plate and picked up a fried dumpling. She dipped it in some rice vinegar and put it in her mouth to chew. Xu Qing looked stunned and watched the woman eat.
After finishing one fried dumpling, he stretched his chopsticks towards the steamed dumpling plate. This time, he stopped and stretched out his hand to pull the two plates in front of him.
The woman impatiently slapped her chopsticks on the table, glared and cursed: "You idiot, I'm looking down on you by eating a few dumplings of yours. Sisters, please eat as much as you like." After saying that, she took out a bulging bag from her pocket.
He slapped his wallet on the table, turned to the counter and shouted: "Boss, here are five hundred dumplings, two hundred and fifty each for steamed and fried dumplings, give this buddy enough to eat, and pack any he can't finish!"
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This woman is really a weirdo among weirdos. She just got into a car accident and now she's nervously running into a dumpling shop to show off. I don't know if she is the owner who escaped from a mental hospital, but she smells like alcohol when she speaks.
, it seems that she drank a lot, and she is still a drunk driver. She will suffer a lot when the traffic police comes later.
Xu Qing glanced at the gate of the Municipal Party Committee. He Yibing and his gang were nowhere to be seen. He didn't bother to say anything to the drunk woman in front of him. He raised his head and shouted to the waiter on the counter: "Bring me two fast food boxes and pack the remaining dumplings."
The waiter responded and quickly brought two fast food boxes. He stretched out his hand to help Xu Qing pack the dumplings, but the drunk woman opposite seemed to be more aggressive. She raised her hand and grabbed the waiter's sleeve with an unhappy look on her face.
Said: "You are deaf, you are packing five hundred dumplings. Do you know my sister? Jiao Jiao, my sister's father is Jiao Mo!"
Poof! Xu Qing was really amused by this drunk cat, Jiaojiao? I don’t know if it’s a banana or a banana? She also has a stammer!
Jiao Jiao seemed to be annoyed by his smile. She glared at him with her big eyes and said loudly: "Why are you laughing? Is your name funny?"
Xu Qing sighed, raised his hand and pointed to the door and said calmly: "Whether it's funny or not is another matter, but you can't save your car anyway."
Jiao Jiao turned around with a surprised look on her face and found that two traffic policemen were directing a tow truck to tow away the car that was in close contact with the telephone pole at the door. She screamed, got up and ran out of the door quickly. The two traffic policemen seemed not to care.
After getting to know this well-established official lady, she was questioned in a routine manner with a serious face. The woman seemed impatient and ignored the traffic police. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and made a call.
When the waiter had time, he quickly packed Xu Qing's leftover dumplings in a fast food box and put them in a plastic bag. He said in a low voice: "This sister has a lot of background. The traffic police can't do anything with her. Look, it won't take five minutes."
Zhang Niu couldn't hold back her face, and she would obediently send her car to the repair shop..." He seemed to be used to this kind of scene, with a look of excitement on his face.
Xu Qing pinched a pair of chopsticks and put them into a plastic bag. His mind raced, and he already thought of who his sister and father were, the mayor and deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, Jiao Mo. No wonder he was so virtuous. Two little traffic policemen really didn't.
The way to deal with this kind of official lady is to deal with business affairs. These days, the rules are rules and the unspoken rules are unspoken rules. There seems to be only one word difference between the two, but the scale is vastly different.
In less than five minutes, two traffic policemen each received a call. The serious expressions on their faces were just like the dumpling shop waiter said, and they could not hold back any longer, followed by a flattering smile.
This society is such a reality. When rights grow to a certain extent, they become a big tree with luxuriant branches. More and more people enjoy the shade under the tree. One person becomes a chicken or a dog and ascends to heaven. What happened in front of Jiangcheng City Committee
The farce was real yet distant. Xu Qing saw several black cars slowly driving out from the gate of the Municipal Party Committee, and the cell phone in his pocket rang at the right time.