"Brothers and sisters, please help me answer your questions and answer questions for him. I still have a few papers that I haven't finished. I've gone to work."

As the monkey twisted his butt and left, Shi Tou and Dazhuang also went out to "sheep".

"Hi, hey? I'll tell you guys, what's the matter?" No one paid attention to him.

Seeing that only Liu Tian was left, he turned around and was about to leave.

Tang Ning grinned and had a bitter face. He hurriedly greeted her, "Hi, Liu University Committee, don't be busy leaving now. I haven't really forgotten any big important event, right?"

"The monkey is right. You are not forgetting, but you are simply a species living in the two-dimensional world. I ask you, what years is this year?"

"In 1997, 1997, what's wrong?"

"Damn, in such an important year in 1997, a major international incident that will affect the world will occur between China and the UK. I even forgot about this. Are you still a Chinese? Humph, I despise you." The cute nose snorted and turned around and left.

Everyone was exposed, and only Tang Ning sat on the chair, frowned, and thought about it.

"A major international incident? China and Britain... Oh, I remember it. It was the return of Hong Kong! But what does Hong Kong's return have to do with us? In such a corner, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the people are tired and money-lost, and there is no point in organizing activities? I think, all of these people are idle."

Hearing Tang Ning muttered alone, a classmate lying on the table next to him busy doing the papers, he looked up and took up his words, saying, "You can't say that, although we are still far from the heart of the motherland. However, the return of Hong Kong is a national event. No matter the size of the local area, local governments, and even village committees and towns, they have to create several large-scale celebrations. In fact, celebrations are just a cover, and the real function is to provide political achievements to the local government. Because all celebrations related to return are political tasks. If the ability of financial personnel and other aspects is limited, the scale of celebrations can be correspondingly smaller, but if you don't do it at all, it's a matter, and as the top leader of the local area, it is definitely impossible to escape."

This male classmate wearing glasses said it very well and seemed to understand it very much. Tang Ning was stunned.

"I never thought that the master was here! I didn't ask for advice, how could I ask my brother's father's work unit?"

"I dare not, my father works in the county party committee propaganda department."

"Oh, so that's it. Thank you for your advice from Brother Tai, thank you, thank you."

"Brother, please be polite. I don't dare, don't dare."

They spoke in a slight manner, and they talked a few words with a heart-wrenching grief. The two of them continued to work hard at the same time with a smile.

Tang Ning was sitting back in his seat.

My father is working for the government to gain face. How can he underestimate his son, who is the backbone of propaganda?

No wonder, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the mouse’s son can dig holes. Feelings are inherited by the family!

Tang Ning was deeply moved. He suddenly thought that he had killed someone, and after killing someone, he did not have too much burden or something strange. He was very calm and had no trouble. If an ordinary person did such a thing, he would linger like a nightmare and torture him hard.

Could it be that my biological parents whom I have never met are also people in the world, and people in the world?

Otherwise, how could my blood be so cold? The cold personality that can be indifferent to murder is definitely not something that ordinary parents can inherit.

Is it because Tang Ning didn't dare to continue thinking about it back then. He laughed and patted his forehead. "Damn, what are you thinking about..."

I was thinking about it and tearing off a piece of paper from the exercise book on the table and starting to think about the ingredients to prepare for dinner.

...

"Boss, is this meat fresh?"

"Look at what you said, you asked in the entire market. When did I sell overnight meat in my Lao Zhang stall? Didn't you ruin me?"

"Haha, boss, don't be too careful. I just ask casually. Just be fresh. How can I sell this meat?"

"The waist strip and front groove are six or five, the back groove are seven or five, the ribs are eleven, and the spine is nine. Oh, by the way, that beef is thirteen, lamb is one dollar cheaper than beef. Young man, which kind do you want?"

"...Well, so let me have one pound of pork belly, three pounds of pork belly, and two pounds of pork belly, just like beef and mutton. That's all."

"Okay. Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon."

The boss’s job is good. He sets up a stall to sell meat all year round, and has a good skill to practice. He cuts it very accurately. He weighs the cut meat on a scale. The amount of the customer is a little more than the amount required by the customer, which is only 80 cents. The boss just does this and doesn’t want it. It’s considered a favor.

"Boss, you are quite a bit honest. No wonder you have constant customers here."

"It's nothing. I'll pay some for the customer, it's not worth much money. The customer can buy it with confidence and eat happily. When buying meat next time, he will naturally think of me. Young man, do you think this is the case?" The boss handed Tang Ning the meat and ribs cut into the bag. "Come on, get it, it costs 89.50 cents in total."

"Okay, give it."

The boss took the 100 yuan handed over by Tang Ning. Seeing a stack of brand new 100 yuan bills in his wallet, he looked around carefully, stretched his head through the meat case, lowered his voice, and kindly reminded: "Young man, this vegetable market is not peaceful recently. You are carrying so much money on you at a young age, but you must be careful!"

"Well, thank you uncle, I'll be careful."

Not far from them, seven or eight meters away. The crowd was slowly swaying one tall and one short, two young men in jackets, wearing jackets. Unintentionally, Tang Ning's money-taking action fell into the eyes of the short young man. With a sharp-eyed look, he grabbed the wallet filled with money in Tang Ning's hand at a glance. The greedy and fiery gaze burst out from the small triangle eyes.

He licked his lips, hit his shoulders and was confused, secretly looking at the companion with the young woman's plump buttocks not far away in front. Seeing that the companion with the brain of the worm did not respond, he hurriedly reached out and pinched him.

"Oh, what are you doing?" The tall companion grinned and looked at him in annoyance.

"Sperm, look there... damn it, I didn't let you see the butt of the woman in front of you, on the left, the young man in front of the meat case, see? Look at the wallet in his hand. Damn, at least a few thousand yuan, our buddy has the opportunity to get rich... My grass! Why are you pulling me? Where are you going... you fucking..."

The short young man was pulled away by his companion whose face suddenly changed drastically, and dragged it out of the vegetable market. The tall companion breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the market gate, around the corner, before he could speak, the short young man was furious and growled at him: "Male Gobi, are you fucking wrong with you? Such a good fat sheep won't slaughter me, so I'll get fucked. I'm grass."

As he said that, he hurriedly returned to the vegetable market. The tall companion grabbed him and said angrily: "Call it, just scream, I'm the fucking save your life, do you understand, grass!"

"Save my life?" The short young man sneered, "Ha, did you not wake up from the wine last night? My Qian Liu was a figure on Daoer. The person who wanted my life was not born yet. When I was walking in Inner Mongolia, who would not be able to greet me? Just your broken place? You can only save my life?"

The tall companion was too lazy to argue with him, so he directly blocked his way. While there was no one around, he asked in a low voice: "Qian Liu, you have been here for a while. You know the general situation. Do you know who our Gada can fight the most?"

"The one who can fight the most is the scar face of the boss Sun, the 'Sun Crooker', and the long hair under the boss of the 'Black of the Beishan Forest Farm in the county? Who else can there besides them? Hurry, hurry up, get out of the way, what's the matter, wait until Master Six finishes this good job."

The tall companion didn't move. He had a bitter smile on his thin face, and there was a deep fear in his memory in his eyes. "Scarface and long hair are very good at playing, but who can compare the score with whom? If compared with that person, these two big brothers who have been on the throne by hand are like grandsons in their eyes. They can crush them with more than 800 rounds and rounds with one finger!"

"Really? There are people here who are stronger than the two brothers, Scarface and Long Hair? You know, with the strength of those two, you can make some achievements even in the provincial capital?" The short young man looked disbelief.

"Liu'er, it's not that I'm not fooling around. This ruthless man is really there! Do you remember that when I came here, I could still find a few student girls to accompany me at night. Why is it not possible now?"

"Don't mention this. I'll be so popular when I mention it. Damn, I can't even find a few student girls. How about he still dares to say that the area in No. 2 Middle School is covered by you? Hurry up, Master Liu doesn't have time to chat with you now."

"Wait, Qian Liu, don't fucking worry, listen to me, will you finish it?"

"Grass, if you are fucking delayed, the fat sheep will fly. Give me a few thousand dollars?" The short young man was so anxious that he ran away. His tone couldn't help but rise, attracting many pedestrians nearby to look back at them.

The tall companion was so anxious that he was impatient that he was about to turn against him. The short young man who was about to turn against him reached a more unrestrained and unobtrusive place.

Knowing that the so-called "Sixth Master" who ran away from another place didn't understand the situation, he simply stopped him and told him directly. "Okay, let me tell you the truth, that ruthless man is the fat sheep you stared at!"

"Who, who? Who do you think it is? Just that handsome boy just now? He...haha..." The short young man covered his stomach and laughed so hard that he burst into tears.
Chapter completed!