At night, inside Jiangyue Mansion, along the riverside road near Moon Bay.
Two security guards were patrolling with flashlights. One was a little older, a little fat and out of shape, and had a cigarette in his hand. The other was much younger, with a childish look on his face, but he was quite strong and had strong muscles in his upper body.
The uniform is bulging, and one look at it shows that he does regular iron exercises.
"...Uncle, have you heard about yesterday's negotiations at the southern suburbs dock? It is said that the Jianghai Gang and the group of outsiders who crossed the border almost got into action, and the scene was quite noisy."
"I heard, why are you asking about this?"
"Hey, I just want to ask, Uncle Liu, don't you often say that you are very happy on the street? How about you, do you have any inside information?" The young security guard's smile was a little shy, but his expression definitely seemed interested, "
I heard that Brother Xiaozhuang from the gang also went there to maintain the scene. Later, when he saw that something was wrong, he picked up a wine bottle and hit someone on the head. At that time, the two parties were shocked, otherwise they would have started fighting...
Is this really happening? Is Brother Xiaozhuang so cruel?"
As mentioned before, the company currently responsible for the property security of Jiangyue Mansion has a background in the Qingwei Gang. As for Brother Zhuang, he is Zhuang Feng, a leader of the Qingwei Gang. He has been here several times before because of the Yelian incident.
Next time at Jiangyue Mansion, I also met with Tang Chao several times.
"Don't ask around, it's none of your business whether this happened or not." Glancing at the young man's unconcealable expression of excitement, the older middle-aged security guard put out his cigarette angrily and said in a stern tone, "Your father will hand you over."
Give it to me so that I can lead you to the right path. If you let me know that you are involved in these things, pack up your bed and get out as soon as possible!"
"I know……"
"You know what the heck! I told your kid to study hard, but you didn't listen. Times have changed now. Fighting and killing to fight for territory has long been out of date. Don't look at the fun that the gang at the dock is having now. Sooner or later there will be a fight.
It’s over. Also, how many times have I told you, don’t mention anything about the gang, we are now calling the company!”
"oh……"
Looking at the young man who kept his head down and was being scolded, the middle-aged security guard named Uncle Liu softened slightly and took out a cigarette again. The young man was quite discerning and quickly took out a lighter to light it.
"Xiao Guo, I'm not telling you this to scold you, but I don't want you to follow the same path your dad and I did before, with no future. Your dad is okay, at least he still has you. Look at my uncle, he's mostly gone.
You will still be alone all your life, looking after others..."
At this point, the middle-aged security guard shook his head while holding a cigarette, with a look of loneliness and vicissitudes of life that he couldn't bear to look back on. Seeing this, the young man wisely took over the words, "What's wrong with the janitor? I think being a security guard is good. The salary is high, and it's also good."
Relaxed."
"Hey, you kid... you are so promising!" the middle-aged security guard laughed and scolded, "Do you think that everywhere in Jiangyue Mansion, you can get so much money as a security guard? Forget it, why are you telling you this?
Don’t you just want to know about Xiaozhuang?”
"Hey, uncle, I will listen to whatever you say."
"Nonsense! Slippery... A few days ago in the company, when I took you on board, didn't you meet a real person? You couldn't tell whether you were fierce or not?"
"I really didn't see it." The young man scratched his head, "I thought he was very polite and polite. When I introduced you, he even took the initiative to shake my hand and cut down an entire street with a watermelon knife.
Brother Lingjiang Xiaozhuang, uh..."
"It doesn't look like it?"
"Hmm, nothing like it at all!"
"That's right! How can you fool around if you can tell? But Xiaozhuang is like this. He is always kind to everyone, whether he is a member of his own family or an outsider. Oh, this outsider means an ordinary person who has nothing to do with anything. If he is someone else
, hum hum…”
Although Xiaozhuang Xiaozhuang's shouting does not sound very respectful, but that is mainly because of the sooner or later he debuted. The middle-aged security guard named Uncle Liu is obviously older than Zhuang Feng, although he is obviously not as good as the latter.
Okay, but there is no problem in calling Xiaozhuang by his first name early in his career. But it can be heard from his tone that he still approves of Xiaozhuang. The reason why he did not continue talking is probably because he was worried about talking too much about Xiaozhuang.
What bad influence will Zhuang's prestige have on the young men around him?
Then he turned around and said, "It's rare for Xiaozhuang to get out of here, but even he rarely takes action now. Again, beat and kill..." He wanted to warn again, but his words were in vain.
Looking forward, the flashlight illuminated a jogging figure.
Getting closer, "Xiao Tang? You're running at night again. I haven't seen you during this time."
"This is Brother Liu, good evening. I haven't been at home these days and just came back from other places in the afternoon. This is..."
"Xiao Guo, his name is Xiao Guo. He has just been transferred here a few days ago and he is not familiar with the land yet, so I took him out on night patrol. Xiao Guo, call someone."
"Hello, Brother Tang."
"Uh, hello, hello, no need to be so polite, we are about the same age, just call me Xiao Tang."
"It's okay, just let him scream like this. By the way, Xiao Tang, don't run to Gate 4 later. There is something wrong with that circuit, and we haven't had time to repair it. The street lights are not working, and it's dark.
It’s easy to have problems if you go in.”
"Okay, thank you Brother Liu for reminding me."
"Hey, you're welcome..."
After a brief exchange of words, the two parties said goodbye. Watching the figure of the night runner slowly disappearing, the young man turned around in surprise, "Uncle, he also lives in this community?"
"Well, the ones over there in the 7th apartment building basically go out for night runs every night to exercise. You will encounter them often in the future."
"Oh... the second generation of rich people? I didn't expect it. I thought rich people looked down on others, but I didn't expect them to be quite polite."
"Shut up! Is this nonsense? Remember to call him when you meet him in the future. Just call him Brother Tang, and be more polite."
"Ah? Oh oh."
"Don't be dissatisfied. This is what we eat. Who told you not to study hard... Besides, Brother Xiaozhuang in your mouth calls him Brother Tang."
"Is there still this thing? Is he also helping... people in the company? Or is he a member of the gang?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, just ordinary people. I don't know the details, I just know that they know each other. Okay, don't ask blindly..."
Not to mention the two security guards who continued to patrol, the night runner who left in the distance was, well, our Tang Dynasty children's shoes, running absentmindedly along the riverside road, their steps were a little scattered, and they were projected every tens of meters.
The light of the street lamp illuminated the slightly lowered and delicate face, which was uncertain, just like his complicated mood at this moment...
It’s hard to describe in one word!
Anyway, I can’t keep posting anymore, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone out early for a night run.
Oh, let me clarify, his current mood has nothing to do with the sentence "All I think about is you", well, at least not directly.
The little fat Moroccan guy didn’t know about this reversal. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn’t have the guts to ridicule it.
In fact, what the little fat Moroccan man told was the truth. When he was ranking the list, he was really thinking about someone...
This is a misunderstanding caused by poor communication.
From the original intention of the Tang Dynasty, he naturally did not want to be ranked on the list. This does not mean that he is completely low-key or anything, but that there is some glory. Before he got it, it was just a thought, but after he got it, he found that it was actually nothing.
In that way, and since he now wants to return to a normal life, it is naturally even more impossible for him to jump out and become the target of public criticism for some false fame.
This was his idea, it was very simple. The reason why he didn't communicate with the little fat Moroccan man in advance was because he felt that it was impossible for him to get in. Under normal circumstances, he really couldn't get in, so there was no need to bother.
But unfortunately, the little fat Moroccan guy didn't think so. He naturally felt that Tang Dynasty, or ghost, wanted to be included in the list.
This is normal. In life, fame and wealth are the two words. In addition, there are some other factors, such as the Tang Dynasty once helped him avoid a disaster, and his identity information, etc. are all in the hands of the Tang Dynasty... It is said that
Whether he wanted to repay his favor or please him, the little fat Moroccan boy had indeed made up his mind from the beginning to put the ghost on the list.
The key point, or the tangled point, is the question of where to place it.
Therefore, the phrase "all I think about is you" is really not a sarcasm. The little fat man has indeed been worried about this for several days. Of course, he finally decided to put it at the ninety-ninth place.
This number is very particular.
First of all, everyone, including the little fat guy from Morocco, knows that according to the ranking rules, ghosts are not eligible to enter the list, but the current situation is that they must be included, so they can only be at the bottom of the list.
There is also a theory behind the crane. The little fat Moroccan originally wanted to place the ghost directly in the 100th place. As a related household, it would be good if he could come in. What more would he need a bicycle? But then he thought about it and felt it was wrong.
.
A celebrity once said that except for the first place, there is no difference between the second place and the last place. But in fact there is still a difference. Maybe no one will know who the second place is, but the last place is still
There will be some recognition.
So after careful consideration and some sincere thoughts, the Moroccan fat boy decided to move up the ranking. But now the question arises again, how many places should be moved up?
If you move forward too much, you can't get past your own psychological barrier. The little fat guy still attaches great importance to the top 100 list. This is also the biggest sign of his vest trumpet underground engine in the forum. He can't smash it, and he can't let it go... In the end, after several times
After being hesitant, I placed it at number ninety-nine.
God knows, the little fat guy really has good intentions, and he sacrificed a lot of brain cells for someone's ranking. The difficulty is comparable to overcoming the firewall of a large intelligence agency!
Of course, if his thoughts fall on someone, he just wants to blow his head off!
The mentality is broken. The key is that there is no way to remedy it. Take it back and remove it from the list? Stop making trouble. Now that the impact has spread, removing the ghost's ranking at this time will not only be unable to stop it, but on the contrary, it will be counterproductive and aggravate the impact...
call--
I looked up to the sky and sighed, exhaling a lot of turbid air, but my chest was still filled with abnormal tightness, as if it was stuck in my throat. In the end, all the resentments turned into a kind of plant,