"Fuck!" I was shocked when the woman suddenly rushed between two gangs of middle school students holding watermelon knives, and said in his heart: "Crazy? Is she the parent of the student? It doesn't look like it!"

The woman was wearing jeans and black short boots. She was wearing a beige double-breasted cashmere coat and long hair with shawls. She looked dark and couldn't see clearly, but she was definitely not ugly. She looked at her twenties at most, so how could she have a son who was in middle school?

"No fighting is allowed, I will call the police if I fight again." The woman said to the middle school students with her cell phone.

"Who the hell are you? What's the matter with our fight?" Fan Hui shouted.

"That's right, who the hell are you?" Niu Ben asked.

"I am a reporter from Jiangcheng Daily. If you fight, I will tell your school principal that you will definitely be punished by then." The woman took out her press card and shook her in front of the two gangs of middle school students.

She is still quite smart and knows what students fear the most. Apart from parents, she is the teacher at the school.

Sure enough, Fan Hui and Niu Ben's gang heard that the woman was a reporter and wanted to report their fight to the school, so they all showed a retreating expression on their faces.

"Niu Ben, let's settle our accounts someday." Fan Hui pointed at Niu Ben with a watermelon knife and said.

"I'm waiting for you anytime." Niu Ben fought back.

Then the two gangs cursed each other for a while, and then they broke up.

After these middle school students left the grove, I quietly touched the woman. Damn, she turned out to be a reporter from Jiangcheng Daily. Just now, Niu Ben and Fan Hui confronted each other with watermelon knife in the bar. Maybe they would be in the newspaper tomorrow. In the 1980s, the bar would definitely be labeled as a big hat, so I plan to have a good talk with this female reporter.

The woman was holding it in place, as if she was patting her chest with her hands. Eighty-mostly she was scared herself just now.

I slowly touched her from behind. When I walked behind, she was just calling. The opportunity was not lost, and I didn't come again. I suddenly took action and snatched her cell phone.

Because I was in a call state, my phone was not locked. I quickly searched for the video I just recorded in the bar and deleted it.

"Come, robbery! Come, robbery!" The woman next to her shouted, but unfortunately there was a small woods here, and there was no one at all on the night of winter.

"Stop shouting, it's very remote here. No one will come here in the middle of winter." I said to the woman, and then returned the phone to her.

"What do you want to do?" After the woman took the phone, she covered her chest with her hands and said in horror.

"Didn't you just say I'm robbing? I'm considering whether to rob me?" I stared at her with a squinted face.

"Wow!" The woman suddenly screamed, then turned around and ran, shouting while running: "Help!"

But she had just run out two steps and was caught up by me. I strangled her neck with my right hand, covered her mouth with my left hand, and said in his ear: "Hey, why did you, a big reporter, come to a small place like a bar in the 1980s? You shouldn't be a nearby person, right?"

Ummm...

The woman struggled violently, and she was quite strong. She suddenly hit her elbow in her ribs, which made me almost let go.

"Damn it, if you move around again, I believe it or not, I will kill you." I roared fiercely.

Maybe my words worked, and the woman stopped struggling, so I slowly let go of the left hand covering her mouth and asked again: "How could you come to a small place like a bar in the 1980s?"

"Someone gave clues, saying that someone was selling drugs here at night." The woman said nervously.

When I heard her words, I suddenly widened my eyes: "Fuck, does this person think that his life is too long and he is looking for death? If there were indeed drug dealers photographed by her bar in the 1980s, I guess her body would probably appear in the Dagu River tomorrow morning."

I let go of her right hand, which was strangling her neck, and then looked at her around the front: "Are you crazy? In the 1980s, it was an old bar for more than 20 years. I have been doing business in a regular manner. Don't be used as a gun. Are you photographed selling drugs today?" I asked.

"No." She shook her head and said, "But I photographed middle school students fighting with knives. This bar is so close to No. 3 Middle School. I think it is very inappropriate and it is easy to cause the students to be ruined..." The female reporter was very eloquent, and Barra Barra said a passage. I understood it. She wanted to write a report and called on the government to demolish all the Internet cafes, bars, KTV and other entertainment venues next to the school. The introduction was the incident where Niu Ben and others confronted each other with knives in the bar just now.

"Stop!" I made a pause gesture and said, "I'll discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" she asked nervously staring at me.

"Write whatever you want, that's your freedom, but don't take the bars in the 1980s as an example, is that okay?" I said to her very seriously: "You can get the price."

"Oh, I understand, are you the owner of a bar in the 1980s?" The female reporter suddenly stopped being scared, staring at me with a look of knowing the details, and said, "I want to use money to buy me, there is no way!"

I said, "I have deleted the video on your phone. If you write randomly, be careful that I will go to your newspaper to complain to you."
Chapter completed!