The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

"Struggle is not about treating guests to dinner, making articles, or painting and embroidery..."

In the office of the deputy director of the sawmill workshop of Hongxing Factory, Tu Ziqiang was holding a book and reading aloud.

The sound ranges from light to heavy...

Snapped!

The book was gently closed and placed on the table.

The big hand rubbed the cover of the book, and the slightly closed eyes of the owner of the hand slowly opened...

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!" Tu Ziqiang rubbed his face and said.

Squeak...

Lu Xiaohua opened the door and entered the room with a notebook in her arms.

"Little Hua, come and sit down!" Tu Ziqiang smiled gently, "What's the matter?"

"Almost all the iron boss employees who have contacts with our mutual aid club are here..." Lu Xiaohua put the notebook in front of Tu Ziqiang, and then sat down gently.

"Oh?" Tu Ziqiang reached out and picked up the notebook.

A small dozen of inspection slips were neatly bound with black cotton shoelaces with the back facing up.

Pencil manual list, name, position, time, turned in materials, exchanged materials...

All kinds of things are clear.

"I was bored last night," Lu Xiaohua explained in a low voice, "The watch is made in order of position."

Tu Ziqiang slowly closed his notebook, pursed his lips and looked at the girl.

"I don't know if it helps?" Lu Xiaohua's face was blushing, and she slowly lowered her head.

"She's a liar! What did you do before? She obviously drove it out last night after staying up all night."

Zheng Juan's waxy voice came from outside the door...

The moment Tu Ziqiang raised his head in surprise, Zheng Juan had already run away laughing...

"Director, I, I..." Lu Xiaohua was at a loss, her face was red and steaming.

"You've worked hard, you've worked hard..." Tu Ziqiang also had garlic in his mouth.I have never been so pampered by a beautiful woman in two lifetimes.

"I, I, I'm leaving!" Lu Xiaohua fled out of Tu Ziqiang's office in a panic, even flipping over a chair in a panic.

Tu Ziqiang held the book in one hand and the notebook in the other, his eyes gradually became firmer.

Shen Zude, I'm sorry!

Chi~~?!

Books and notebooks locked in drawers.

Tu Ziqiang got up and stretched his clothes, and Pulu Pulu's trousers opened the door and left.

I am Nima!

As soon as he went out, he saw Biaozi sneaking around the corner of the corridor with his back on his back!

Since when did you learn to listen to the wall!What the hell did you hear?ah?

Tu Ziqiang felt guilty, blushed, and shouted, "What the hell are you doing!"

"Ah? Director? I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, it's okay! I'm okay!" Biaozi trembled in fright, turned his head to see that it was Tu Ziqiang, and subconsciously wanted to run away.

"Come back!" Seeing that Biaozi saw that his surprise did not seem to be acting, Tu Ziqiang was slightly settled.

"Director..." Biaozi walked back slowly, with a forced smirk on his face.

"You've learned how to play tricks, haven't you?" Tu Ziqiang folded his arms and stared at Biaozi, his tone full of impatience, "playing hard to get with me? Huh?"

"No, Director, I, not..." Biaozi slapped his hands and smiled wryly.

"Hurry up! I still have something to do!" Tu Ziqiang raised his hand to look at his watch.

"Brother Qiang," Biaozi licked his lips and changed his address, "I have something to do, I'm sorry for you, brother. I..."

"Didn't you fucking say all this! You are a big man, why are you in a dilemma and a dilemma of loyalty and righteousness?" Tu Ziqiang rolled his eyes, "What's wrong with the third son?"

"Brother Qiang, tall! It's really tall!" Biaozi stretched out his thumb with an exaggerated expression.

"Fuck off, I'm going to return Commander Tang! Hurry up!" Tu Ziqiang raised his foot and kicked lightly, and Biaozi turned slightly to make him kick more comfortably...

"Third son, say that regardless of whether his father's affairs have anything to do with Chi Chaochao, he will tease him." Biaozi peeked at Tu Ziqiang's expression with a low eyebrow.

Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips and frowned without speaking.

"He actually wanted to tell you, Brother Qiang, but later he didn't think it was appropriate," Biaozi quickly explained for the third son, "Anyway, he can do it himself, so let's not tell you."

Tu Ziqiang nodded unobtrusively.

"Third son said, after this incident, everything is up to you!" Biaozi became more courageous.

"No wonder I drank with Hao Shulin yesterday and he didn't say that the third son asked him to mention this matter." Tu Ziqiang ignored Biaozi's words and tilted his head slightly. As for the father's matter, Chi Zhichao's two elder brothers also suffered a lot..."

"Where there is nothing," Biaozi replied solemnly, "People must not look ahead, the past is the past. Brother Qiang, you are also for the good of the third son, but the third son is too twisted, and the old enemy is too much. Heavy. Hey, no trick..."

"You did the right thing!" Tu Ziqiang patted Biaozi on the shoulder, "Our buddies don't talk so much, and the face and other things are talked about by outsiders."

"Hey, I'm confused!" Biaozi slapped himself lightly, "I was just thinking that I met Brother Qiang through Sanzi, so if I talk through him, Brother Qiang might think I'm too a fucking brat ! Brother Qiang is still transparent!"

"It's all my buddies, who passed whom?" Tu Ziqiang waved his hand very boldly, "That's not how the inside and outside crutches are divided!"

"Hey..." Biaozi couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, "It's okay, brother Qiang, I'm going back to work?"

"Well, let's go." Tu Ziqiang patted Biaozi on the shoulder and watched him leave happily.

In the workshop, Yin Xiu'er pouted and watched Lu Xiaohua and Zheng Juan play.

"Oh, you hate it..." Zheng Juan softly resisted Lu Xiaohua's little hand, "Stop making trouble, okay..."

"Just you talking nonsense, tell you nonsense..." Lu Xiaohua stretched out her little hand softly to grab Zheng Juan's ribs.

"Oh, what am I talking about..." Zheng Juan giggled, "I don't know who stayed up all night last night... Hehehe..."

"Say it again, say it again!" Lu Xiaohua insisted on attacking, "Say it again, say it again! Tell you to say it again!"

"Don't say it, I won't say it..." Zheng Juan couldn't breathe with a smile.

Snapped!Yin Xiuer's paintbrush fell heavily on the workbench, and the little girl threw her head up and slammed the door angrily.

"Yeah, what's wrong with Xiu'er?" Zheng Juan Kaba stared at her hairy eyes with a bewildered expression.

"I don't know..." Lu Xiaohua was wearing the same style of hair, with a naive expression on her face, "Could it be a relative?"

"Stinky rascal!" Zheng Juan pinched Lu Xiaohua with her little hand, her little face was flushed with a smirk...

The old cotton shoe let out a long sigh and lightly handed down the carving knife, and also left the room.

"Ah, you're the one who keeps making trouble! Look, Teacher Yin is getting angry!" Zheng Juan blamed with a blushing face and watery eyes.

"No way?" Lu Xiaohua covered her small mouth with one hand and patted her chest with the other, "Are you lying? Why is Teacher Yin angry?"

Zheng Juan kept a straight face, pursed her mouth, her two dimples were trembling, and she nodded her head slowly.

"Okay, you're lying!" Lu Xiaohua hesitated at first, then suddenly realized.

Zheng Juan couldn't help laughing with a poof.

Lu Xiaohua stretched out her sinful hands angrily.

"I've taken it, I've taken it, I've taken it..." Zheng Juan begged for mercy while trying to resist.

The house is full of spring, Yin Xiuer is squatting under the eaves outside the house...

"Stop making trouble, okay..." Yin Xiu'er kept her mouth shut, "Bah! Shameless! How shameless!"

"You..." The old cotton shoe stood behind his granddaughter.

"Don't say it!" Yin Xiu'er stood up abruptly, her short hair flung out in a beautiful arc, and she looked at her grandpa fiercely.

"I..." The old cotton shoe was choked and speechless.

"Don't say it!" Yin Xiu'er took a step forward, pointing her white and tender fingers at the old man vigilantly.

The old cotton shoe sighed and shook his head slowly.

Yin Xiu'er pointed at her grandfather, while slowly backing away, her face full of vigilance.

"Food, we still have to fight for food..."

Yin Xiu'er, who had just turned the corner of the corridor, heard the old man's sigh, staggered and almost fell...

"It's disgusting, don't make trouble, okay..."

Yin Xiu'er pursed her mouth and learned.

"Ouch!!!!"

The girl rubbed her short hair irritably...