C24 Tears of Pain

"Hey, hey, hey. . . " An old and weak voice came from the door.

Immediately after, a dark shadow flashed and a dirty German shepherd dog walked in. Then, a chubby old man, who was rubbing his messy goatee, lazily walked in.

He was wearing an unidentifiable shirt and a loose look. He stepped on a pair of Beijing cloth shoes that were wet. It was dripping from a guy's mouth.

"Wu Kong, good, good. There will be food to eat in a while. " A Golden Silk Monkey on his shoulder was swaying a bit muddle-headed. It almost fell down. He used his hand to push upwards and pat its claws, telling it to behave a bit.

"Old Daoist, there's something good going on. Sneaky, someone came from my old home, saying that there's a big deal going on. " Liu Dapeng's tone was full of temptation.

This person was called Wang Daoming. He was probably referring to Dao Accomplishment Dao when his family named him, and his name was very famous. He was called Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao Accordance Dao He sounded scholarly, but it was too incompatible with his current slovenly appearance.

After that, a few people came. There was a renovation worker, a take-out shop owner, and a few women. There was a courtyard full of people, and all sorts of noises rose and fell.

"Everyone, let's not talk about other things in advance. Well, whoever owes who a meal, who doesn't help who? Let's put it aside and start researching big matters. What's the big issue? "

When he saw so many people, usually few people would give him a damn. But now, it was different. He was someone with a background, someone who wanted to be the chairman of the China Chamber of Commerce, so he had to learn to put on airs.

But how could he be considered to be putting on airs? Then he had to learn how the previous department leaders talked. "Comrades. . . "

"Pfft. . . Drank it?"

"Fatty Liu, how many dishes are there? I'll give you a taste of this bear. . . "

"There's something going on at home. In my opinion, you're a man who's about to die, and your words are also kind. No wonder my family. . . No, to be more precise, the spiritual object in my fortune house kept showing its spirit yesterday, causing me to have no choice but to sit up and meditate, observing the heavenly phenomena at night. . . "

These people started to tease Fatty Liu at the same time. On the other hand, it was the old Daoist who was deep in thought. He took a few steps forward and sized Liu up. After a moment of observation, he began to speak in a profound manner.

Although Liu Dapeng was mentally prepared, it was the first time Liu Dapeng put on airs. He racked his brains and finally came up with a grand opening speech. He did not expect that he would cause these dog-slaughtering fellows to burst into laughter.

"Old ghost, what about me? Mine! What kind of person are you? What spiritual object are you talking about? Is it black? This, this, this, this is old mystery. . . "

Liang Shuai waved the fake gold and silver goods in his hands and asked with a curious look on his face. Both of his hands made a Guanyin praying posture. Does it mean that the spiritual object is like this? The old Taoist looked at it carefully. His eyes lit up and he said excitedly:

"How did you know? My spiritual object?"

"Go away. What? You can just say that it's a big rat. Look at you. Tsk tsk. The mouse bit down on his clothes. Cover his pocket. There's still rat poop. "

Liang Shuai stared at the old Taoist priest and patted his pocket. Indeed, a few black things fell out.

Liu Dapeng first coaxed him and then took out some secret action to scare him. Only then did he suppress the laughter and laughter.

They discussed all the way outside until the next morning. Each and every one of them spoke with spittle flying everywhere. It was like an eight immortals crossing the sea, each revealing their own strengths and saying a set of things. After a long discussion, they finally made a decision with the overwhelming majority of opinions.

Challenging the bandits was like throwing an egg at a stone. These people would have to face revenge in the future. It might be a shocking massacre.

During breakfast, Xiao Qiangbing pushed open the door. Seeing that the corridor was quiet, he thought that the staff were sleeping. He stretched his bulging muscles.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the clean floor, bent down, pressed his hands on the floor, and lifted his feet nimbly.

He stood upside down and walked out. His eyes were as calm as water. His body moved up and down. He walked freely. It was as if he was taking a stroll in the park.

When they heard the commotion inside, the red-eyed people outside rubbed their red eyes and looked inside. When their eyes met Xiao Qiangbing's, they opened their mouths wide.

When Liu Dapeng saw that it was him who had woken up, his face froze at first, and then he introduced him in surprise.

Xiao Qiangbing was very enthusiastic towards his fellow countrymen who wore different colors. He greeted them one by one and said modestly:

"Call me Qiangzi. Brother Xiao, you can call me Qiangzi. We're all family. If there's anything, don't be polite. Just tell me. "

No matter how polite he was, it was at the dining table. Before Liu Dapeng could say anything, the old Taoist priest stuck his beard to the table and looked at the rice porridge on the table. He stroked Monkey's head and said worriedly:

"Brother Xiao, even if you are covered in iron and we have good materials, how many nails can you twist? I have read military books and have personally come into contact with many bandit soldiers. I have done research and analyzed their situation. For the current situation, This is akin to throwing an egg at a stone. . . "

"Old Daoist, what do you mean?" Xiao Qiangbing asked even though he knew the answer.

". . . What? I. . . " The old Taoist looked at his mouth moving and he even stuck his head out to look at him. His ears moved forward and pointed at his own forehead as he asked in puzzlement.

"Officer Xiao, let me tell you, his ears have been beaten by the bandits several times. He was sick and couldn't listen when he was nervous. Now, he has fallen ill again. It's a bullshit inspection. It's just a fortune-telling and monkey show. He doesn't have money and he still wants to reason with them. How can he not get beaten up?"

The commander, who was standing next to him, said in a serious tone.

When the old Taoist saw that he had been exposed, he was stunned. He immediately picked up his chopsticks and said as if nothing had happened, "Wu Kong, come and eat some. There are some fruits. This is delicious. "

"Qiang Zi, let your brothers tell you. This old man raised a dog because he watched the movie of the eight loyal dogs. It was a monkey, after all. Other than earning money for him, I'll call him 'Wukong' to dig a hole for no reason. Look at what he means. Wait till he dies. Monkey can drag him into a pit and bury him in the ground to rest in peace. " Fatty Liu came over. He leaned to the side and whispered as he served Xiao Qiangbing soup.

What was going on?

This was the true name of the old Taoist. As for others, they would definitely be full of grievances. It was just that he didn't want to say it. If he said it out loud, it would be a great time for him to complain.

"These damn Dark Starlight. Where are the bastards? Who did these people offend? Wasn't it all for the sake of living? If there are a lot of people in the country, there will be fewer jobs. Besides, Don't you need our help in this bullshit place?

Don't we need to be interconnected? We met foreigners in China. Not to mention that my mother thinks highly of me. At least we can say that no one bullies us. It would be good if they didn't bully us. What happened to Helis? What happened to the bandits? "

Xiao Qiang Bing held the bowl of soup and thought angrily. He suddenly stopped the bowl and looked at the people in front of him with his eyes of justice. He could not speak for a long time.