Seeing Mr. Obama's big mouth open in an exaggerated O-shape, with two rolls of white toilet paper stuck in his nostrils, everyone burst into laughter again. Bei Xiaoshuai said: "It's okay if you don't want to go to the police station. Give it to us."
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Martin said: "I can dance, is that okay?"
"Okay, let's have one."
Martin did not show off his reserve. He clapped his hands and twisted, humming in the language of his hometown, his big black head shaking with pleasure, his dance steps were enthusiastic and unrestrained, and his singing voice was very contagious.
In the end, without changing his expression or heartbeat, Martin bowed in front of the stunned crowd and said, "I'm sorry for showing off my ugliness."
"What kind of dance is this?" Now it was Bei Xiaoshuai's turn to open his mouth into an O shape.
"The Head War Dance of our tribe has lasted for hundreds of years. It is a dance performed when capturing enemies and decapitating them, cutting their flesh, and putting them into the pot under the auspices of the sacrifice."
There was silence in the room. Bei Xiaoshuai looked at everyone, swallowed hard, and everyone looked at him, blinked, and suddenly they all laughed loudly again.
When everyone had laughed enough, Liu Ziguang asked: "To be more serious, why did you steal things?"
Martin took out two nickels from the pocket of his Nike pants and said, "It's just this little money. It's not even enough to buy a barbecued pork. I'm hungry."
Everyone fell silent. What a pity that such a young man with a talent for music and dancing turned to crime for a barbecued pork.
Liu Ziguang took out a bunch of RMB from his bag and threw it over and said, "Is this what you are looking for?"
This was 100,000 yuan in cash, pressed extremely firmly by the bank's machine, like a hard brick. Martin's pupils suddenly dilated, and it was obvious that his throat was moving, and he was swallowing saliva.
Wanting to take it but not daring to take it, classmate Martin was a little at a loss and his eyes became blurry. Liu Ziguang said, "I see you are quite talented. Are you willing to work if I give you a way to survive?"
Martin's eyes lit up and he asked: "What job?"
"Bar singer, 800 yuan a month, food and housing, what do you think?"
"It's too little. It's not even enough for me to drink beer. No, no, no." Martin's big black head shook like a rattle.
Liu Ziguang's face darkened, and Bei Xiaoshuai immediately shouted: "Tie him up and send him to the police station. A gangster without a visa dares to ask for an exorbitant price. I'm betraying you!"
Martin shivered, and Liu Ziguang said pleasantly: "Okay, I'll add another one, and the beer tube will be enough."
"Okay, deal!" Martin stretched out a hand, and Liu Ziguang also stretched out his right hand to high-five him, vowing to accept this illegal worker.
"Xiao Bei, give him a beer." Liu Ziguang kept his word and fulfilled his promise on the spot. Bei Xiaoshuai took two cans of Budweiser from the refrigerator and threw them to him. He also ordered someone to buy a rice noodle from the food stall outside.
When special snacks such as grilled scorpions and centipedes came, Martin sat on the carpet and ate and drank. While drinking, he boasted about the various snacks in their hometown, such as raw caterpillars and roasted monkeys.
, he said so much that he salivated, and the audience felt nauseated.
Mr. Martin Obama had all his personal belongings with him, including an expired passport, a key to a group-rented house, an overdue copycat mobile phone, and two nickels. The rent was already three months in arrears, so there was nothing.
It was necessary to go back, so he just rented a room to live in. He smelled so bad that no one wanted to live with him. Liu Ziguang was not worried about him running away. He just said: "This guy has a very bright mind. He knows what is good and what is good, so he will definitely not leave."
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Sure enough, when we had the free buffet early the next morning, classmate Martin got up earlier than anyone else, carried a stainless steel plate and ate in the restaurant early, and ate more than anyone else.
I ate fifteen boiled eggs, and the waiters rolled their eyes.
After breakfast, Hu Guang also came back, bringing with him a fair and fair girl with a slender figure. She stood like a bird next to the tall, bald Hu Guang. The contrast was quite strong, and everyone laughed:
"Is this Mrs. Yazhai that you snatched?"
The girl's face suddenly turned red. Seeing such a group of arrogant young people, she was obviously a little scared and hid behind Hu Guang. Hu Guang said: "Don't talk nonsense, everyone. Her name is Liwei, and she is my former colleague."
"Yesterday I went to play in the factory and happened to meet the line leader bullying someone, so I brought her back."
Everyone also knows something about Hu Guang's temper. There must be a story between the line leader's bullying and "bringing her back", and this story must be very bloody. The poor line leader either has a broken bone or a broken head.
Almost certainly.
There were three more people at once. Fortunately, the Iveco was larger and could still fit in. The Cayenne continued to stay in Guangzhou for repairs, and the group headed straight to Shenzhen from the Guangzhou-Shenzhen Expressway.
When they arrived at the special zone, the group quickly got into the bidding work. Of course, there were only a few people doing the work, and most of them came to the scene. The business scope of this bankrupt airline was mainly aerial photography and advertising, and the pilots had already moved to other places.
Mougao left, leaving only some aviation equipment for sale, including a Miba in good condition, an old Yunwu, and a 6.5-ton Dongfeng fuel truck worth more than 100,000 yuan.
Most of the companies that came to bid were after the Mi-8 and had no interest in the Yun-5, so the auction process went very smoothly. In the end, the aircraft, fuel trucks and some spare parts and maintenance tools were all bought at the lowest price of 1.8 million.
Down.
After the auction, Liu Ziguang readily paid with the acceptance bill, and was then told that the room required a hangar occupancy fee of 10,000 yuan per day. Do you want to fly away directly? Of course you can, but the plane has been cancelled.
I have obtained the right to use the airspace and do not have supporting pilots. If I want to apply for a temporary route, I need to go to the General Administration of Aviation. From reporting to approval, it is estimated that I will not be able to get it within three months. Then I have to perform maintenance and repairs, and hire a pilot with a flying license before I can leave.
All these expenses are added up in bits and pieces, and it's not worth a million dollars.
Moreover, Liu Ziguang also heard a news. In fact, this is not the first time that this Yun-5 has been auctioned. It failed once half a year ago. This time it was just used as a foil for the Mi8. Unexpectedly, someone actually bought it. The auction house
I chuckled quite a bit.
Unexpectedly, what surprised them was yet to come. After officially taking ownership of the aircraft, Liu Ziguang drove to the hangar and got out of the car. A dozen masters wearing blue work clothes, all with gray hair on their temples and piercing eyes, said nothing.
Not to mention taking the thing up and dismantling it, these veteran experts have extensive experience in dismantling and transporting it. Liu Ziguang took precautions and sent them to Hong Kong a week in advance to play for a week. When the plane arrived, he went to Shenzhen to disassemble the parts.
At the same time, Xuanzi's container truck was in place and drove directly to the airport hangar. In the surprised eyes of the staff, a group of burly men just used manpower to move the dismantled aircraft parts into the car, taking the
The gas truck drove away.
Over there, Bei Xiaoshuai also contacted the aviation club training. As mentioned on the Internet, the tuition fee for a civil light aircraft driving license is about 100,000 yuan. There are certain requirements for the students' physical fitness, but it is not too demanding. Compared with
The country's requirements for selecting fighter pilots are much lower, so Bei Xiaoshuai, who is covered with scars, was selected. As for the future cultural exams, it depends on his luck. In short, Brother Liu paid for the tuition and left it here.
If you can't get a diploma, don't go back.
At the same time, there were three carefully selected brothers who enrolled in the school together with Bei Xiaoshuai. They all had excellent physical fitness and high cultural foundation. Two of them were air force ground servicemen.
This tuition fee, plus the cost of local food and accommodation, is 500,000 yuan. Even Bei Xiaoshuai scratched his head and expressed confusion: "Brother, do you really want to open an airline?"
Liu Ziguang smiled and said, "Be prepared for a rainy day."
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When the job was done, Liu Ziguang led everyone back to Jiangbei City. He first went to Guangzhou to pick up the repaired Cayenne, and sang all the way north. This time he didn't encounter any more troublemakers. He stayed overnight all the way, and soon returned to Jiangbei and began to perfect his own.
Kestrel Company.
First of all, the two aircraft were painted in the same color and with the same logo. Anyway, they are deck aircraft. As long as they do not appear on the same occasion, others will definitely think that the Kestrel Company only has one Y-5.
Jiangbei City Taolin Airport is a medium-sized domestic airport with few flights and relatively old facilities. However, the price is very high. If it costs several thousand yuan a day, Liu Ziguang should not be taken advantage of. He rents in the development zone on the south bank.
We built a factory overgrown with grass and hung the Kestrel Company brand. Two aircraft and a fuel truck were placed in the workshop. They could not be blown by the wind or rain. There were also professional technicians to perform maintenance on time.
Wolf dogs guard day and night.
Among the accessories that came with the newly purchased Y-5, there are two sets of Type 59 summer flight suits produced by the 3514 factory. Although they were produced in 1976, they have never been worn. The leather is extremely well maintained and they will definitely look cool in them.
, coupled with a leather flying cap and World War II-style glass goggles, the effect is simply incredible.
Because Hu Guang had done several cases in the city, and had a bad temper and was prone to trouble, he was assigned to work as the security section chief of the Kestrel Company. He usually lived in the development zone and was assigned a 125 motorcycle as a means of transportation.
, As for the Chaozhou woman brought from the south, she was assigned to work as a clerk in the company, and the salary was two thousand yuan per month. Although it was not much, it was very leisurely, and the two of them got along day and night, and they were enjoying themselves.
Martin, a black man, was arranged to be a resident singer in a bar. He advertised in JBTV and Jiangbei Evening News beforehand, announcing that Martin, a famous American black singer, was about to land in Jiangbei. At the same time, he gave away a lot of free tickets. On the day of his official debut, Martin was wearing purple.
Shirt, black trousers, white socks, patent leather shoes, and white square-rimmed glasses made a shining appearance. He shocked the locals in Jiangbei City with his shocking African head dance and hoarse true singing. Everyone praised him, after all, he is an American singer.
The scene is just different.
Just as spring is blooming, Liu Ziguang drives out the long-stalled Yangtze River 750, wearing a tde quick-drying army green round-neck T-shirt, flight hat, glasses, 59 Xia Fei, khaki pants, and Oakley sand boots.
At the head of the suit, I sat on the saddle again. It was majestic and imposing. With a fierce kick, the exhaust pipe of the Yangtze River 750 roared away with a unique roar.
When I came to Gaotupo, I found that the demolition work was already in progress. The dormitories of the former Chenguang Machinery Factory and Hongqi Steel Factory had been relocated. There was a bleak atmosphere everywhere. The spring wind blew sand and dust everywhere.
Door panels and windows were piled on the roadside. Migrant workers in turbans squatted on the ruins and used small hammers to smash the cement attached to the steel bars. On the crumbling walls, there was a large word "HAIL" written on it.
The large courtyard that used to be full of human touch is now empty. The doors of every house are open. A gust of wind blows up the tattered newspapers on the ground, which shows the vicissitudes of life. Liu Ziguang spent his childhood, boyhood and youth here.
, seeing that this place is about to become a ruin under the bulldozers, I still feel a little reluctant to give up.
But times are changing, and it’s not an option for neighbors to live in houses that are in disrepair. Summers are hot and winters are cold. There is no cable TV or piped natural gas. In winter, every household lights a briquette stove in the yard and pours hot water on frozen faucets.
Days like queuing up to go to the public toilets just need to remain in my memory.