Fan Wei honestly posted a post "Where are there many snakes" on the local forum.
In this era of fast food culture, the more honest the title is, the less people care about it. A post that has concentrated Fan Wei's hard work for half an hour, instantly sinks into the sea, without ripples, don't talk about it. No one replied except for a guy with a yellow net.
Fan Wei was deeply shocked, but was not discouraged. Instead, the content remained the same. She reposted the post, but changed the title to'The truth that 90% of the world's people don't know, and everyone who has seen it was shocked! '
Almost the moment Fan Wei clicked the'post' button, Dididi's reply prompt sound did not stop, and the post was posted one after another, the page was swiped again and again, and it was not long before the forum was managed to "enhance".
"What kind of snake does the host want? Add me Q, 478..."
"Next, please speak on the third floor."
"LS is SB."
"The fourth floor is right."
"Top fifth floor!"
"The ones above are all my sons."
"All behind me are..." Fan Wei frowned and sighed again and again. Is it because others are too busy, or is she too busy? I always feel that living with these netizens is not a world. It is said that life is under pressure and life is fast-paced, and if you are not careful, you will be eliminated by society. Fan Wei suddenly realized that the keyboard is undoubtedly a hindrance to social progress.
The stumbling block of step, the chronic poison of human civilization.
As soon as his hands touch the keyboard, the modest and courteous son in life will instantly be turned into a spray of "Three Character Classic".
The IQ of the villain in the police movie is too low, so there is no need to engage in those high-tech weapons. You only need to give everyone a keyboard, and you can directly create a national war. Again, if you post a topic about'Chinese medicine', maybe the third world big zhan will not be far away.
Complaints fall into complaints, but they are not for nothing.
A netizen called'Handsome was chopped down' in a post, saying that he drove to the countryside today and killed two snakes on the main road. He was very unhappy.
It is not uncommon to drive a small animal to death, but the weather is already very hot now. Although the snake is a cold-blooded animal, it is not stupid enough to climb up the road to fry the snake meat, and kill two consecutively, indicating that the snake is crossing the road!
It is a bit unusual to cross the road at the risk of being blanched into a barbecue. Thinking of this, Fan Wei hurriedly sent a message to the netizen. According to the netizen, that road was the only way from Longping to the city. The so-called "Longping" is actually one of the more than 20 towns in this city. Although it is the smallest in scale, it is the most famous. The reason is very simple.
Screen production "Diao Min".
It is not to belittle anyone, nor is it regional discrimination. After living in this city for more than ten years, Fan Wei knows all these things well. Among the ten rogues, at least seven are from Longping. The best one in the mix has contracted the battlefield and has driven more than one million Porsches.
There is a popular saying among the locals that you don't go to'Beixiang' every day and'Longping' at night. It can be seen how high Longping is in the hearts of local people. As for Beixiang, it is another famous place in the city, so I won't mention it for the time being.
As soon as the sky became dark, Fan Wei called Ling Shu, called a Didi, and went to Longping.
When I heard that I was going to Longping, the driver looked a little ugly: "I have to add money."
"How much?"
"hundred."
"Why don't you grab it?" Ling Shu snorted angrily: "It's not like you sit down and start the price."
The driver's master twitched his mouth: "Why don't you get out of the car? Whoever touches the 100-dollar mold? Just two days ago, there was a Didi who went to Longping and was stopped in the middle of the road. I didn't even find the guy who beat people, so I could only admit that I was unlucky."
"What's the matter?" Fan Wei was puzzled, saying that he had never heard of Long Ping's assault.
"Hi!" The driver's master sighed, and said helplessly: "It's not that someone in Longping has hired a few taxis and thinks that Didi is grabbing business." So, even if you call other Didi, I'm afraid it will be. This situation. As for taxis, Fan Wei is usually reluctant to do it. He has been slaughtered several times before, and taxi drivers generally have the feeling of a retired racer. Stopping, merging, overtaking, grabbing a yellow light, and turning around are called one.
All in one go! Every time I take a taxi, it seems to Fan Wei to be the heroine of "Speed and Sex", which is sour and cool.
"Come on, one hundred yuan is one hundred yuan, let's go." Fan Wei waved her hand, rarely showing the wealthy side. Longping is far from the city, at the junction of the city and the city. Both sides are in the wilderness, a very awkward location. Coupled with Longping's special humanistic customs, the city and the immediate city are not waiting to see Longping. Almost every year, there is a quarrel about Longping's ownership. As if only
To drive Long Ping out of the city is like getting rid of a lover who has been ridden with him all the time.
Roads in other villages and towns have been built into cement roads. The only road leading to Longping is a large section of dirt roads. According to gossip, it is because the money for the road construction went into the pocket of a certain village party secretary.
When the car drove to the end of the concrete road, Fan Wei asked the master to stop the car, looking at the twisty and bumpy dirt road ahead, Fan Wei couldn't help but feel anxious.
No snake was seen on the cement road when I came, and trying to find snakes on the dirt road is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Is it possible that this trip to Longping will return without success
Seeing Fan Wei frowning, Ling Shu suggested: "I happen to have a friend in Longping, or ask?"
"Do you still have a friend from Longping?" Fan Wei was surprised, looking at Ling Shu in surprise and surprise: "Why haven't you heard that before?"
Ling Shu shrugged: "It's not really a friend, he just worked together."
With her toes, Fan Wei wanted to know what the "work" was in Ling Shu's mouth.
After pondering for a moment, it seemed that there was no better way, and Fan Wei nodded and agreed. Returning to the car, after driving on the dirt road for less than two minutes, the driver yelled for more money. This time, let alone Ling Shu, even Fan Wei was a little hot.
"Master, this is what's wrong with you. Did you think that we were bullied by adding money before? You are not afraid of me complaining to you?" Fan Wei frowned, looking through the mirror, looking at the driver's master who seemed loyal and good. Said the face.
The driver's master was very embarrassed: "You have also seen how much this broken road consumes the car. Driving on it doesn't feel like driving a car, but the bumpy road is like riding a horse." This dirt road is really bad, three There is a small pit of rice, and a large pit of five meters. It looks like Mother Earth has a pocky face. The culprit is naturally the large dump truck that transports sand and does not overload. (End of this chapter)