Tong Hu is the grandson of Tong Qianzhan. No wonder he is stubborn and has a hereditary personality. Xu Qing was labeled as bullying the younger ones. Now he meets Tong Qing.
It would be difficult for a tiger to teach him a lesson.
"Xu Gongfeng, my grandson is an honest man. As an elder, you have to support him more and don't care about him like a child." Tong Qianzhan's voice had a hint of trembling, and the old boy could only hold back his laughter.
Xu Qing said with a grimace: "Mr. Tong, your grandson seems to be a few years older than me!"
Tong Qianzhan said slowly: "This seniority has nothing to do with age, unless you don't take people named Tong seriously and disdain to interact and work with the old man."
Xu Qing felt like he was being led into a trap by this old man. He was somehow two generations older than Tong Hu. If he kept going, he might have to give him a red envelope.
"Don't bother me. I promise not to beat up that Sun Tzu head office. Please always give the phone to Ren Bing." Xu Qing finally gave in. He often said that people are old, ghosts are old, and if they continue to go around, they may get an advantage.
My grandson has changed his clothes.
Since Tong Qianzhan had achieved his goal, he said no more. The call was transferred to Ren Bing: "Xu Gongfeng, what are your orders?"
Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Okay, then I will tell you to masturbate Du Feng, the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau Chief, and let the old boy go home to pick up the child. I will go and masturbate in two days."
Vegas, help me prepare two pistols, two submachine guns, a rocket launcher, some high-explosive grenades, and..."
Here Xu Qing calmly reported a series of terms of light and heavy weapons. Ren Bing on the other end of the phone was already full of black lines. He finally went crazy when the boy reported the five largest killer weapons, urban management.
"Boss, you're not going to participate in the Gambling King Competition! Are you going to Lao Mei's house to stage a coup?" Ren Bing's voice was trembling. He was completely defeated by this kid. You must know that they are now sitting in the meeting of the General Staff Headquarters.
In the room, the mobile phone is on the table with hands-free on!
Xu Qing smiled lightly and said: "The old Mei family is very messy. It is not safe without weapons. Otherwise, if the urban management is exempted, half of the other weapons will be fine!"
Ren Bing hesitated for half a minute before saying: "Your safety problem will be solved by yourself, but you don't have to surrender the things you win with your skills. Your identity must be kept absolutely confidential and cannot be revealed to anyone. This time the task is to help with the investigation.
Kumoben won the championship of the World Gambling King Competition, and there will be very generous rewards after successfully completing the task. That's it, it's over."
Dudu talked like a barrage and immediately hung up the phone, not allowing Xu Qing any chance to bargain. Well, he finally got a generous reward, which was not much different from a white note, including travel expenses.
No reimbursement is provided.
Xu Qing put the phone in his pocket and sat back on the sofa. Mr. Xue beside him smiled and asked: "Good boy, are you going on a mission again?"
Xu Qing nodded and said: "I was sent to participate in the World Gambling King Competition to help some nigger general."
Mr. Xue is the only person in the world who knows that he has clairvoyant eyes. The relationship between the two has long gone beyond that of an ordinary master and apprentice. Sometimes Xu Qing feels that Mr. Xue is more like a kind elder who truly cares about him. Between the two of them,
There is no secret between them.
Mr. Xue smiled and said: "Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. It is good to serve the country, but you must pay attention to safety. I still hope that you will inherit the mantle."
Xu Qing felt warm in his heart and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely pay attention." Mr. Xue smiled, reached out and took out an old leather wallet from his pocket, opened it, took out a piece of yellowed paper from the middle and stuffed it in
In the hands of Xu Qing.
"This is the address and phone number of a friend of mine. If you encounter any difficulties when you get there, you can call him. Of course it would be better not to call him."
Mr. Xue stood up with a cane. Xu Qing quickly stepped forward to help him. The old man waved his hand and said: "No, the old bones are not broken yet. This cane is just for show."
Although the old man is nearly 70 years old, his body is still strong and strong. Crutches are dispensable, but it would be safer to use one.
Xu Qing said with a smile: "Then I will take you back." Mr. Xue pointed at the door with a smile and said: "No, the young man is waiting at the door." Sure enough, Xue Guoqiang was standing at the door smoking a cigarette.
Xu Qing did not insist, just sent Mr. Xue to the door, and quietly watched his mentor and his son go away.
Seeing that it was still early, Xu Qing was about to go for a walk outside. Just as he walked out of the main gate of the villa community, he suddenly found a tall figure in a public security uniform standing not far in front. Who else could come if it wasn't Tong Hu.
Tong Hu ate a wild giant turtle today and felt very unhappy. He wanted to call his grandfather mōmō Xu Qing, who usually dotes on him the most, but unexpectedly he was scolded as soon as he said the name of classmate Xiao Xu. Tong Qian
Zhan was a hot-tempered person. After giving his grandson a head-on, he didn't say anything useful. He only vaguely warned Tong Hu that the other person's backstage was no worse than his, and that he shouldn't be foolish enough to provoke others, and he hung up the phone angrily.
Tong Qianzhan was so proud of his face that he was embarrassed to tell his grandchildren that Xiao Xu was on the same level as him. He thought that just by saying hello to Xu Qing with his old face, everything would go smoothly.
Grandpa's attitude made Tong Hu even more unhappy. He thought that if this kid died, he was the direct relative of the ancient warrior's disciple. This breath was like a lump in his throat and he couldn't swallow it, so he sent away Du, who was full of hair.
After the attack, he quietly turned back, hoping to have an open and honest fight with Xu Qing to dispel his anger.
Maybe God was helping Tong Hu. Just when he was hesitating about how to run over and ask for a fight with the opponent, this kid actually ran out in a hurry. This kind of opportunity must not be missed. Anyway, there are only two results.
, either beat someone or be beaten, in short, this tone must come out.
Xu Qing stopped and rubbed his nose, watching Tong Hu striding towards him, he felt helpless. It seemed that the old man Tong Qianzhan was just trying to get close to his buddy, and he didn't even tell his grandson's identity.
This time you are in trouble. Beat him. If you bully a small one, just run away. That would be too shameless...
Seeing that Tong Hu had come closer, Sisi crossed his arms and said in a deep voice: "As a warrior, playing with guns is not my skill. How about we find a place to have a fight?"
Xu Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Didn't Mr. Tong tell you who I am?"
Tong Hu smiled coldly and said: "No matter who you are, if you lose, you can only blame your lack of kung fu. When the time comes, no one will go to the elders to cry."
"What? Will I cry?" Xu Qing's eyes widened, and he pointed at the tip of his nose with his finger and said: "I am an elder and will not care about the younger generation. I advise you to go to your grandfather and ask clearly before talking!