The captain gave the order, but no one moved.
There is nothing to do in a small place, and catching thieves all day long is a pain in the ass. It is so easy to encounter such a big case, and those who can go out to the field swarmed out, and finally encountered the most fantastic scene in history.
A group of people stared at their captain, and finally, a young comrade bravely asked: "Captain, which one to take away, which one is the main person in charge?"
The captain pulled his face away, raised his chest and raised his head with an expression of glaring King Kong, and then said confidently, "How the hell do I know?"
A group of comrades continued to stare at each other, and the one who received the encouraging gaze from his colleagues just now bravely questioned his heart again: "Captain, can you tell where this is? What are they doing?"
The captain's face turned blue, and his cheeks twitched: "How the hell can I tell?"
The young comrade was very desperate: "Captain, can you tell us whether they are in normal business or some kind of unknown underworld organization?"
The bitterness in the captain's heart became a river, so he had to yell at him: "What the hell should I tell you?"
This luxuriously decorated private club is very puzzling. When they walked into the richly decorated hall, with thoughts of hatred for the rich, the captain could put on a vicious look, raised his work card and ordered the person in charge to come out.
A row of receptionists looked at them with blank expressions. Suddenly, a man who looked like a security guard seemed to have a seizure, and ran away with a pale face.
The captain's first reaction was that this person was the murderer, and he shouted, "Stop!"
The captain took the lead. Although the others didn't know what this person was doing, they couldn't lag behind the leader, so they also started chasing after him.
This kind of rout and pursuit quickly aroused the group effect. They were calm and suddenly not sure what kind of battle it was, and followed the rapid strategic shift.
In the blink of an eye, a group of security guards with big arms and waists looked like good women who had encountered a hooligan, running faster than rabbits one by one.
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There was only a row of pretty girls huddled together, their faces as painful as menstruation.
The person running in the front happened to meet the lobby manager who was patrolling in the middle of the corridor. The lobby manager was a senior thug. When the lobby manager saw the ghostly appearance, he thought it was a fight, and took out a pistol from his waist—others did not easily do this. treatment.
Just as he was about to scold the security guard who almost jumped into his arms, he said as if he had seen a ghost: "Police! A lot of police!"
The lobby manager said: "Impossible!"
Several people came running up behind them, yelling like "Wolf is coming": "Fuck, why is there a slap in the face!"
The lobby manager hesitated for two seconds, hesitating painfully for a moment between "fight with the note" and "retreat decisively", and retreated decisively.
After this pursuit, something happened.
In the end, I blame Zhao Laojiu, Zhao Laojiu is too gangster-like, and he is a top prick under Mr. Hu's subordinates. There are only others who can't think of anything that violates the law and discipline, and he can't do it without him.
But he looked down on anyone who could appear on the stage. Those who he liked basically had a criminal record—when they saw the police, they would first think that something had happened.
The guests who run faster than them are the guests. The guests are either from bad backgrounds or famous people. They all come out to play happily. No one wants to get caught. disbanded.
Zhao Laojiu had the same question in his mind: "Fuck, why is there a note here?"
But he has to support the scene, he can't jump up and down. Zhao Laojiu wiped off his cold sweat. He hadn't received any news. After recalling it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong. He thought about it, but he couldn't figure out what these policemen were doing. Could it be that you owe your water and electricity bills
Zhao Laojiu whispered to one of his subordinates: "Evacuate everyone first—nonsense, of course evacuate the boxers, the guests are all fucking old loach, I need you to remind me, I have already run away! Forget it if you stay, then there are only waitresses left. Ask someone to prepare the business license, maybe I will go with them in a while, and I will be back soon, don't worry, it will be fine, you ask someone to clean up the scene , especially the chips and 'medicine', said to the outside world that the stage is full of invited models, which are of a performance nature, and then immediately notify Mr. Hu."
The subordinate was confused by the sudden change, and asked in a low voice: "What if something happens?"
Zhao Laojiu glared at him viciously: "Fart your mother!"
Like him, the subordinates were sweating coldly, and they didn't dare to say anything, so they turned around and made arrangements.
Just like that, Wei Qian was evacuated.
When the big waves wash the sand, only tiny plankton can get out quietly, and no one will care about them.
Wei Qian left the boxing ring and went straight to the train.
As soon as he entered, he was almost thrown by Wei Zhiyuan.
Sanpang and Xiaoyuan have been waiting for him all afternoon.
Just after noon that day, San Pang received Wei Zhiyuan under the scorching sun and sweat all over his body. As soon as they met, he asked anxiously with a pale face: "Where's your brother? Where is he? Ah? You little bastard sent a What is my address? What is he doing there?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "A black boxer."
San Fatty raised his voice an octave: "What? Fuck you two uncles! Can you two little bastards make me live two more days?!"
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him without saying a word.
San Pang continued to growl: "Stop pretending to be pitiful to me, why don't you take me there to collect his body?"
Wei Zhiyuan said calmly: "My brother will not let you go to him."
San Fatty opened his mouth—and realized that, whether they contacted or called the police, it was all done in secret. Wei Qian wanted to make it look like a stupid coincidence, and muddy the water so that he could swim. Walk.
Therefore, as a stranger, San Pang must not appear in anyone's field of vision. They cannot arouse even the slightest suspicion, which is enough for them to drink a pot.
San Fatty: "Then where are you going?"
Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand, showed the little turtle on the back of his hand to San Pang, touched San Pang's head worriedly, and said, "Hey, it's so pretty, it looks exactly like your brother—this brat, when did he Are you still drawing turtles on your hands?"
Wei Zhiyuan pointed to the tortoise shell: "This is drawn by my brother, third brother, look carefully, the tortoise shell is an upside-down railway emblem, let's go to the train."
Just like that, San Pang and Wei Zhiyuan came to the train, from the scorching sun until the sun went down, until the restlessness in the hearts of two people, one big and one small, burned into a fire, and Wei Qian came late.
While holding his arm, Wei Zhiyuan pulled out a book from his clothes that he had tucked into his belt. It was the old math class that Wei Qian had brought with pictures of turtles, and the cover was soaked with the child's sweat. up.
Holding it in his hand, Wei Qian didn't know what to say.
San Pang was even more excited than Xiao Yuan at first, and could hardly control himself. He turned into a huge watering can, spraying Wei Qian's head and face with saliva.
It's a pity that the fat man's warmth only lasted for a few minutes. Once the excitement passed, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. It made people fully experience what it means to be "fat people are fickle".
He pulled Wei Qian into a corner where no one was around, changed his tricks, and fired at Wei Qian in two ways, "presenting the facts and reasoning" and "greeting to the ancestors and scolding the mother". The role change was natural and decent, as if he Not alone.
In the end, San Pang used a long speech to draw a conclusion that he thought was reasonable: "Wei Qian, today I want to tell you a major discovery in the scientific world—you are a big fool!"
Wei Qian, who was rigorously proved as an idiot by "science", had nothing to say, so he had no choice but to swear.
When the three of them came, they all had hard seats. When they went back, they spent a lot of money and bought sleeper berths.
It's a pity that the sleeper berth is not much more comfortable than a hard seat, because the snoring of the three fat comrades is so shocking that it almost knocked the train off the track several times, and this fat man is still unconscious, sleeps very early and wakes up early. Very late.
The passengers next to him almost regarded him as a class enemy. In the end, they all lay on the bed, covered their ears, buried their heads in the pillows, and passed the long sleep time in this posture like hiding a bomb.
When Wei Qian couldn't sleep, he just lay flat and counted the family's finances. He basically had no expenses on this trip, and with the money sent home and the meager savings he had before, he now has a total net worth of 30,000. dollars.
The four members of his family can live very comfortably with an average of five to six hundred yuan a month. After a year, as long as there are no side effects, the combined tuition and living expenses will not exceed six thousand. If he can find a place to work during the winter and summer vacations and holidays , can have an extra thousand or eight hundred to support Mazi's mother.
You can breathe a sigh of relief for now.
Just when Wei Qian was thinking about livelihood issues one by one in his mind, his upper bunk suddenly moved, and then a small head appeared out of nowhere, looking upside down at him.
Wei Qian raised his head inadvertently, and was startled by the burning eyes on his little head, so he scolded: "Wei Zhiyuan, what the hell are you doing, sleep!"
Wei Zhiyuan was scolded, not sad at all, seemed to be very happy, retracted his head.
Wei Qian withdrew his thoughts. These days he has been tense and his energy is a little low. After getting used to the noise, even though there are earth-shattering snores in his ears, he slowly feels sleepy. Just when he is about to lose consciousness When they passed by, the little head on the upper bunk sneaked out again like a thief.
Wei Qian half-raised his body angrily, poked his head out and grabbed the upper bunk: "Are you full? Why do you keep watching me?"
Wei Zhiyuan immediately lay back obediently.
Wei Qian thought it was the child's first time sitting on a sleeper berth, so he pulled the quilt for him, and lowered his voice a bit: "If you can't sleep, plug your ears, and if you really can't sleep, just kick that fat man."
Wei Zhiyuan responded softly, still staring at him.
Wei Qian climbed down, plugged his ears like others did, rolled his head into the pillow, and closed his eyes.
After a while, Wei Qian suddenly figured it out in the darkness, Wei Zhiyuan wasn't making trouble, he kept sticking his head out to see if he was still there.
This little brat was frightened, Wei Qian thought to himself, he shouldn't be taken out.
When the two brothers returned home, they were naturally yelled and asked by Mrs. Song, Wei Zhiyuan pretended to be stupid, and Mrs. Song fired at Wei Qian: "Where did you get so much money? Where have you been? Did you do something bad? Speak!"
She was like a big fly, buzzing in Wei Qian's ears non-stop. He couldn't bear it anymore and ran away from home. He opened an account and deposited the remaining 25,000 in the bank without telling grandma, so as not to save her Noisy.
When he went back after wandering around for a long time, he found that Mrs. Song was still strict with the law and had no intention of letting him go. Wei Qian finally gave in, and said impatiently: "I'm going to sell blood, it's okay!"
Granny Song was speechless: "What are you selling?"
Wei Qian's attitude became even worse: "I sold two catties of blood and one kidney. Are you asking enough? Can you let me stop?"
It sounds like nonsense, but Mrs. Song doesn't think so. She has never read a book, only heard of blood sellers, but she doesn't know that human blood is not apples and watermelons, so it can't be weighed by the catty. With Wei Qian's pale and thin face, he immediately believed wildly.
Wei Qian wanted to make her less troublesome, but he didn't expect such a consequence.
I only heard Mrs. Song's bright voice, and her crying was full of dramatic effect, which was the prelude to stomping her feet and beating her chest, planning to hang herself.
Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan glanced at each other, and then turned their bewildered eyes to the elder brother, the elder brother's expression was blank for half a minute, and Xiaoyuan felt the corners of his eyes twitch.
Wei Qian squatted down next to Mrs. Song, carefully stretched out his finger with the hand that was about to press the switch, poked her, then quickly retracted, coughing dryly: "Then what cough, don't cry."
Old lady Song had snot and tears on her face: "I'm useless! I'm an old lady in the countryside and I don't know anything! I can make trouble! Letting children sell their blood and kidneys, is that a human thing? How can I do that?" I'm not dead yet, what am I doing alive?"
Although Wei Qian was not at a loss, there was nothing he could do. He silently listened to the old lady's set of crying words, and felt a little ridiculous. He said to himself that it was a good thing he didn't tell her to go black boxing, otherwise he would have to kill this old thing. Scared to death.
In addition to this sense of ridiculous absurdity, he also felt a little bit of strange comfort.
The words "Let the child sell his blood and kidneys" hit his heart directly. From childhood to adulthood, few people would call him "children".
In Wei Qian's view, the word "children" is not a neutral noun to describe human beings of a certain age—he thinks that the neutral noun should be "cub"—but the title "children" seems to represent some kind of Special care, tolerance and love from adults or elders.
That's something he never got.
Wei Qian was a little embarrassed, and after the old lady's crying subsided a little, he took out a roll of toilet paper from under the dining table and handed it to her: "Hey, don't cry, I was just joking and lying to you .”
Mrs. Song cursed sobbingly: "You bastard! What the hell have you been doing?"
Wei Qian was lying and didn't even write a draft: "A friend of mine has some connections, dragged me into the group, transported some goods to the south, and drove a few big trucks."
Mrs. Song: "You fart, why don't you piss to see your face?"
"I" Wei Qian couldn't help but make her laugh, "Do you know how long we have to run on the road a day? The big trucks drive on the highway for more than ten hours a day, eating and sleeping in the car, exposed to the wind and sun, Who can have a good face? I am not a fairy."
Granny Song looked at him suspiciously.
"Really." Wei Qian said as if it was the real thing, "The third brother has also gone. If you don't believe me, you can ask him, the goods we pull from the factory in Guangdong are directly sold to the north, and the price will double. , What is it worth to give me thousands of dollars in labor fees?"
Anyway, San Pang will lie for him.
Granny Song was a little skeptical, and after a while, she said: "Then you take off the clothes and let me see, people say that there is a cut in the back of the kidney."
Said that she would take off Wei Qian's clothes by herself.
Wei Qian jumped up from the ground and took a big step back: "What are you doing? Men and women can't kiss each other! You are so old, can you show some face?"
Granny Song heard that his words were getting worse and worse, so she rolled up a book and slapped Wei Qian's body, "I'll make you talk nonsense and make you dishonest"
After such a smoke, she finally forgot about taking off Wei Qian's clothes, and this level was considered passed.
Summer vacation flies by quickly, Song Xiaobao's useless thing starts to frantically make up his homework again, San Pang often comes and goes around, Song Granny goes out to sell things during the day, and the three brothers occupy a corner alone. Reading their own books, it was quiet, as if their home, which was full of gongs and drums, had turned into a large study room, full of academic atmosphere.
Sometimes San Pang sits for a long time and still feels strangely uncomfortable.
Wei Qian changed into a clean white T-shirt, his hair was neatly cut, and when he had nothing else to do, the gloom between his brows would dissipate completely, and he looked like an ordinary middle school student.
In September, he finally returned to the campus where he had been away for more than three years, and resumed his regular, fulfilling and decent high school life.
Every morning, he first rides his bicycle to take Mrs. Song to the place where the eggs are sold, and then takes a corn and an egg from her pot, and takes them to school to eat. He is busy with eight classes a day, and he takes advantage of the dinner time He quickly ran out of school, took Mrs. Song home by bicycle, and then rushed back to school with some food to catch up with evening self-study.
With an adult who can take care of the family, Wei Qian has relieved more than half of the burden, and he is grateful to grandma in his heart.
In fact, Wei Qian didn't pass the first year of high school, but in order to save time, he directly entered the second class of high school led by Mr. Li. Although he had been reading books during the summer vacation, the first monthly exam was still not ideal, and he barely entered the middle and lower reaches.
However, Wei Qian didn't think it was a big deal. If he didn't finish at the bottom, it meant he could keep up. When the mid-term exam was due, he had already risen from the middle and lower reaches to the middle and upper reaches.
He is as single-minded in his studies as he was when he was a thug for Brother Le, and he has made remarkable achievements-the so-called "hard work" means getting up at midnight to read more books and doing more questions than others.
This kind of "bitter" method is nothing to Wei Qian.
When it was time for the final exam, Wei Qian had completely risen from the middle to the upper reaches, and became an easy-going and good-looking top student in the school. This was an unimaginable status more than half a year ago.
It's a pity that he is the uncompromising head of the family at home. Mrs. Song does small business every day to help others, and she is so busy that she goes out early and returns home at night, and none of the two boys dare to talk about his grades. Too showy, destroying the majesty of the head of his family.
But it really suffocated him.
After holding back until the Chinese New Year, Elder Song gave them red envelopes, cooked the dumplings, and at the dinner table, he remembered to ask Wei Qian: "Her brother, how are you doing in your studies? How did you get in the exam?"
Wei Qian awkwardly held his first New Year's money in his life, and said casually, "You are too lenient."
Granny Song laughed and scolded him beamingly: "You son of a bitch, speak human language!"
Wei Qian pretended to be understated and reported his grades and rankings, as if they were trivial things not worth mentioning, and she reluctantly said it because she insisted on asking.
Mrs. Song stopped stirring the boiling water in the dumpling pot suddenly, and after a while, she asked cautiously, "Is this enough to be admitted to university?"
Students in key high schools never take "admission to university" seriously, and their goal is to be admitted to the "best university" as much as possible.
However, Mrs. Song has limited contact with cultural people. She usually treats the students and white-collar workers who patronize her business as servants of another class. She never thought that there would be a "class" of that class in her own family.
"Going to college" is a humble and unattainable dream in her mind.
Wei Qian let out a casual "hmm".
Mrs. Song was so excited that she couldn't express her excitement until many days later, when Wei Qian was about to start school, and when he was riding a bicycle to pick her up at the place where she worked part-time in the afternoon, she could still hear her dancing and bragging with the people who worked with her: "My eldest grandson is in a key high school, and the teachers all said that he will have no problem getting into college in the future."
Wei Qian heard it from a distance, and muttered: "Old man, you really know how to put gold on your face, who is your eldest grandson?"
But even though he said that, when he pushed the cart and walked over, he still said nonchalantly, "Grandma, let's go."
At the end of all suffering and burdens, there is the time of this world like flowing clouds and flowing water.
You can have nothing, as long as your spirit is still there—2013 Shanghai Jiaotong University President’s Graduation Speech.
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