The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Gong Wei stood in front of the window with a teacup in his arms blankly, a faint smile slowly blooming on his dull face.

Tu Ziqiang is here!

"Is there any letter?" Tu Ziqiang picked up the teacup and made tea familiarly.

"I just got on the phone." Gong Wei let out a long breath and turned around slowly, holding his teacup and watching Tu Ziqiang silently for a while, "Still motionless."

The lid of the teacup slowly skimmed off the tea foam, and Tu Ziqiang blew on it with a small mouth.

"Slap or knead?" Tu Ziqiang took a sip of tea and swallowed, moaning comfortably.

Gong Wei didn't speak, raised his teacup and took a sip, smacking his mouth, smacking his eyes...

"Ah?" Tu Ziqiang asked with wide eyes.

"Let Lin Weidong ask Lin Weiguo to arrange someone to make a big bend," Gong Wei said with drooping eyelids, "The case is now on Shen Zude's hands and none of us can do anything."

"Okay!" Tu Ziqiang lowered his head and sipped his tea, enjoying himself very much.

"How are you going to knead?" Gong Wei simply put down his teacup, leaned on the desk with his hands propped back on the table, and his three-jointed leather shoes touched the floor one after another.

"Isn't this old boy very suspicious and sick, afraid that we might dig a hole for him?" Tu Ziqiang said while putting down his teacup, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and lit one.

Hiss, fur...

A light gray smoke column spewed out...

"I just have a tricky thing," Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips, and the smoke was wafting from his nostrils, "go and ask him to help with it!"

"Ah?" Gong Wei couldn't help leaning forward, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Ah!" Tu Ziqiang nodded.

"Cao!" Gong Wei thought and thought, and clicked his lips in admiration.

"Go as soon as you say, early or late..." Tu Ziqiang stood up on his knees, "Do you have cigarettes? Get me two! You can't do things empty-handed!"

Gong Wei pursed his lips with a convinced expression, nodded his head repeatedly, and shook his thumb up and down on his lower abdomen.

With a bang, the door of the rolling cabinet opened, and it was full of cigarettes and alcohol...

"Here..." Gong Wei took out two Zhonghuas and handed them to Tu Ziqiang without looking back.

"Huo! Wealthy..." Tu Ziqiang didn't pick up the cigarette, and stretched his neck to look.

Zhonghua, Phoenix, Peony, Dazhongjiu, and the last one is Daqianmen.

"Do you want it?" Gong Wei frowned, and Zhonghua Tobacco gave it away.

"You've passed this..." Tu Ziqiang said with a pun, but Gong Wei remained calm.

"This is just right!" Tu Ziqiang reached out and took out two peonies from the cabinet and shook them, "It's too late, old Gong!"

"Cao..." Gong Wei didn't know if he understood, so he just laughed.

"Let's go!"

Tu Ziqiang didn't talk nonsense, he reached out and tore off a newspaper from the newspaper shelf, put a random pack of cigarettes in his armpit, and walked away.

Gong Wei stood in front of the filing cabinet and looked at Tu Ziqiang's back in silence...

a long time.

He tilted his head, put away the Phoenix cigarettes on the coffee table for guests, unpacked a peony in the rolling cabinet, and put a pack on the coffee table.

After locking the door of the rolling cabinet, Gong Wei walked around the office twice, shaking his head, and then took out the key to open the rolling cabinet...

Pa, a pack of big front doors was thrown on the coffee table, the peony cigarettes were put away, and they slept in the rolling cabinet again.

With a bang, the door of the rolling cabinet was locked.

Gong Wei rubbed his chin and looked at the coffee table, thought for a while, then unpacked the front door, took out two cigarettes and threw them into the wastebasket...

With a thud, half of the box was casually thrown on the coffee table by the big front door.

Gong Wei looked left and right, and nodded in satisfaction.

He backed up to his desk, staring at the coffee table, and picked up the teacup.

squeak……

He took a sip of the tea and frowned...

He raised his legs and walked to the tea table, took a sip of Tu Ziqiang's remaining half cup of tea.

"Cao, aren't they all the same!" Gong Wei shook his head and laughed at himself, put down his teacup, "This bad boy!"

Shen Zude's office is big and dilapidated, so contrived and bizarre.

谷觇

In the forty-square-meter office, there is a lonely and weather-beaten writing desk, behind which is a bare wooden chair.

In the office, there are only two artificial leather sofas with black and red lattice, and the bare wooden armrests are polished and shiny.

Between the two sofas is a double desk of the same style as a tea table. Tu Ziqiang is very curious if he can find the word "Zao" on it.

"Rare customers, rare customers, please sit down..." Shen Zude was still wearing the frayed yellow military uniform and stubborn cotton socks and liberation shoes.

"Hey, don't be too busy..." Tu Ziqiang carefully sat on the sofa, and said politely out of habit.

My mother, Shen Zude didn't mean to make tea at all, just sat on the other sofa with a straight face and a smile.

"No busy work..." Shen Zude made up the knife with a smile.

Cao!

"Ju Shen treats us as friends, so he shouldn't have made a fuss like this." Tu Ziqiang complained in his heart, but his face showed a pious look of asking for help, and he put the cigarette on the broken desk with untraceable hands. "It's a coincidence, I have something to ask you for help today. The main reason is that I have no choice but to do it."

A corner of the newspaper was gently scattered, revealing the red peony cigarette package inside.

"Hey, I'm all my brothers, can I help..." Shen Zude swept his eyes, and put the peony smoke into the desk and desk hall very naturally.

"Eh..." Tu Ziqiang was stunned.This nima is too smooth!

Shen Zude crossed his hands and fingers, with an encouraging smile on his face, as if he was listening.

What's wrong with you kid?talk!I've taken everything, you're still hesitating, you idiot!

"Ju Shen, it's such a thing..." Tu Ziqiang tried to maintain a stalemate smile and said, "I have a friend who offended the director of the street, Chi Chaochao, this Chi Chaochao..."

"Ah."

"Oh?"

"and after?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes!"

"How can it be like this?"

"Isn't it?"

"Huh? Hi!"

"What's going on? I'm a little confused! How about you say it again?"

Shen Zude is a good listener, he listens earnestly without talking, and he can always flatter him just right when it comes to knots.

Tu Ziqiang spoke upside down, his mouth was dry, and he watched Shen Zude and other reactions anxiously.

"This matter is not easy to handle..." Shen Zude squinted his eyes and spoke in an official tone.

What is not easy to handle?What the hell am I going to do with you?ah? !

"Well, Bureau Shen, you haven't asked me what I'm begging you for..." Tu Ziqiang smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, yes!" Shen Zude took out a pack of welcome spring cigarettes from his pocket, gestured at Tu Ziqiang, lit one before Tu Ziqiang pushed him, and put the rest of the cigarettes into his pocket inside.

My mother, I was so flashy that Tu Ziqiang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn it seems to have returned to the scene of going to the window to do errands in the previous life.

"Say it!" Shen Zude stared with big eyes in reproach, and there was still smoke in his words...

"Isn't this kind of person suitable for such a position?" Tu Ziqiang tried hard to calm down the psychological discomfort, took a deep breath and returned to normal.

"This matter is not easy to handle..." Shen Zude squinted his eyes and spoke in an official tone.

The language, demeanor, tone, and posture have not changed at all from just now.

Snapped!

"Cao!"

Tu Ziqiang slapped the table, scolded Cao, and walked away.

Pa, a powerful big hand tightly grasped Tu Ziqiang's wrist.

"Brother, why are you so anxious..." Shen Zude said with a smile, shaking the hand holding Tu Ziqiang's wrist twice.

Damn it, the old bureaucrat is gone, that Shen Zude came out again yesterday!

Damn talent!

Actor!

Tu Ziqiang opened his eyes wide.