In addition to Yan Dengkui, Xiao Zheng's enemy list has another famous Chang Yishan. Moreover, he jumped to the top of the list at rocket speed and became Xiao Zheng's most noteworthy enemy.
Of course, as Lin Huayin often reminds, Mingzhu is a city governed by law, and Yanjing and Huaxia are both places restricted by law. Not allowed to engage in excessively wanton violence. If it were in the African war zone or the anarchic realm of West Asia, Xiao Zhengda could use his usual methods to eradicate all enemies. Even crushed. But China cannot and does not have such soil. Even if he had the courage and ability to execute, the aftermath and finishing work would be extremely difficult.
And even if Xiao Zheng used Yan Shang's method, it was because Yan Shang provided him with an excellent opportunity. Otherwise, how could he use violent methods in public
So - what about wisdom like Chang Yishan
He focuses on his own weaknesses when he takes action. Will he give himself such a chance
Shaking his head, Xiao Zheng didn't want this person to ruin the good mood of celebrating the Spring Festival. After saying good-bye to the brothers, he cut off the phone and prepared to call Lin Huayin to ask about the time.
Ding dong.
Just as he was about to dial Lin Huayin's number, the doorbell suddenly rang. Xiao Zheng's eyes lit up and he muttered: "The sun is really coming out in the west. A workaholic would actually go home early?"
He opened the door and was about to make a joke, but found that the person standing at the door was not Lin Huayin, who was as cold as frost. It was a young man wearing a red peaked cap and a red and white uniform. Just as Xiao Zheng was about to speak, the young man took out a pen and paper and pointed at a large box of goods behind him: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Xiao Zheng?"
"Yes, it's me." Xiao Zheng smiled and nodded, asking slightly curiously. "What's wrong? I really wish I didn't buy anything."
"It was purchased by Miss Lin. But the contact person is you." The young man smiled and handed over the pen and paper and said. "You just need to sign."
Xiao Zheng nodded, signed, and then took the goods into the living room with the help of the young man before sending them out.
After closing the door, Xiao Zheng touched his chin, looked at the tightly sealed box, and muttered: "No wonder I ran out to work overtime early in the morning. It turns out I was prepared. I mean, why not go all the way to the United States? Why don't you bring any gifts?"
After that, he picked up the scissors and cut the rope, and then took out the gifts one by one.
The first thing that catches the eye is a brand new suit, which feels soft but has a strong shape. It's not a bargain at first glance.
"Hey, there are also greeting cards?" Xiao Zheng took out a card from the collar of his suit. It was written entirely in English. Fortunately, Brother Azheng was familiar with English, otherwise he would not be able to understand what was written on it.
The card was written by an old man named Rambo. It was just a simple congratulation, but Xiao Zheng tilted his head, touched his chin and said: "Rambo? Is he the most famous tailor in Italy? Damn, this old guy's handmade suits are worth millions. Old Lin This time you really spent a lot of money!"
The second gift was a long dress that was so beautiful that it flew up. It's light blue and has fine workmanship. It's as atmospheric as a princess dress, yet naughty and cute. At first glance, it's personally prepared for Lin Xiaozhu. The production comes from Paris, and it looks like top-quality European products at first glance.
Snap.
Xiao Zheng put down her blue dress, lit a cigarette and said to herself: "She has decided to go to the United States a long time ago, right? She actually dares to engage in psychological warfare with me. Huh, next time I will suddenly break in when she is taking a shower. Go in. I won’t scare you to death!”
The third gift was exquisitely packaged, but not as big as the first and second. Xiao Zheng secretly thought that it might be a watch worth millions, or an engagement ring—
Of course, it is most likely to be a necklace made of pure gold. Weighs fifty kilograms!
The moment he held it in his hand, Brother Azheng was completely disappointed. It feels light in the hand, never like the texture of a gold necklace. When I unpacked it, I saw it was a small, exquisite box. The bottom of the box was glowing red.
"Damn it. It can't be a mobile phone, right?" Brother Azheng opened the box and took a look, and was dumbfounded.
Inside the box, two small sticks shaped like cigarettes lay quietly. Judging from the status, it seems to be still charging.
"This is -" Xiao Zheng's eyes widened, and after thinking carefully for a while, he finally determined the full name of this thing: electronic cigarette!
"Are you trying to force me to quit smoking?" Xiao Zheng tilted his head and looked at the e-cigarette package for a few times, scolding Lao Lin for his lack of moral integrity. He hadn't persuaded her to drink less coffee and not stay up late. She actually attacked him first and wanted to quit smoking cigarettes that she had been smoking for more than ten years. That's too much.
After drinking a large glass of cold water, Brother Azheng, who was in a rather depressed mood, was about to light up a cigarette to relieve his worries. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, his eyes fell on the e-cigarette involuntarily -
"Try?" Xiao Zheng struggled in his heart, reluctantly put down the real cigarette, took out an electronic cigarette, and took a long puff. If this is put on real cigarettes, at least one third of it must be smoked in this puff. But this electronic cigarette is obviously not as responsive as real cigarettes. After taking a big sip, his mouth was filled with smoke, but it did not satisfy Xiao Zheng at all.
"call-"
After blowing out a puff of thick smoke, Xiao Zheng felt that the e-cigarette tasted lighter than real cigarettes and had a hint of coolness. But it is far less satisfying than the real fragrance. But it's better than nothing. If there is no real smoke, this thing can barely cope with it. At least it's not maddening.
After taking more than a dozen puffs, Xiao Zheng suppressed the rising craving for cigarettes. He drank another large glass of boiled water, lay on the sofa and said dying, "It's the Chinese New Year, can't we let people smoke to their heart's content?"
Click.
The door was opened, and Lin Huayin, dressed in work clothes, carried his briefcase and went home. Seeing that the living room was filled with gift boxes, Xiao Zheng was lying on the sofa lifelessly, looking like a dead body. He couldn't help but ask: "Does the clothes fit?"
"It fits." Xiao Zheng replied weakly. He took a long drag on the electronic cigarette. "It just doesn't contain nicotine. It's not satisfying to smoke."
"What does it feel like to smoke real cigarettes?" Lin Huayin put down his briefcase, changed into slippers, and walked to Xiao Zheng.
"Satisfied." Xiao Zheng said with emotion.
"What happens after you finish smoking?" Lin Huayin continued to ask.
"I'll be at peace after that." Xiao Zheng said.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable if you smoke too much?" Lin Huayin said.
"A bit." Xiao Zheng answered honestly.
"Would you rather feel uncomfortable smoking for the rest of your life than spend a week feeling uncomfortable quitting smoking?" Lin Huayin asked with a calm look.
Xiao Zheng jumped up from the sofa, took a fierce drag on the fake cigarette, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! But you must reward me!"
"Award?" Lin Huayin raised his eyes slightly. "How to reward?"
"It's up to you." Xiao Zheng stroked his chin and said with a bad smile. "Like taking a mandarin duck bath or something—"
"Okay." Lin Huayin slowly stood up and said meticulously. "Just tonight."