The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Tu Ziqiang stood in the middle of the road with his arms outstretched, his face raised to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Not far away, a traffic picket stood there and looked at him with a smile.

There are a lot of cars on the road, um, a lot of bicycles.

The road is not wide, he is tall and his arms are long, and when he stretches out his arms, there is almost only enough room for a bicycle to pass through.

Almost all the drivers would swear a few words when they passed by their side. I believe that if there were no pickets in the distance, there would have been brave brothers who would have come to give them their punches.

It's been a year in this world!At this time last year, I was chased by the picket for five streets...

Didi, Didi, Didi~~ Zila!

A jeep kept honking its horn from far to near, but Tu Ziqiang had no choice but to brake as if he hadn't heard it.

"You're courting death!" The driver was very angry.

The traffic picket in the distance turned pale, and trotted all the way ----- got into a small alley next to him.

One of these two people is the deputy director of Tu Papi Tu, and the other is rumored to be the boss of the picket after the new year, and neither of them can be offended!

Tu Ziqiang, who was facing up to the sky, frowned, and turned around slowly while keeping his hands outstretched.

"Hey, let me tell you!" The driver got out of the car cursing, "You're looking for a cutie!"

The driver is not used to Tu Ziqiang, who is he driving?Years later, he was one of the most violent people in the city.

"Qiangzi, you're quite elegant..." Zhou Bangyan in the back seat of the car got out of the car with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Uncle Zhou, who am I talking about..." Tu Ziqiang gave the driver a blank look, "This guy scared me to death! He thought he was going to cut me!"

Zhou Bangyan glared at the driver.

"Hey, Brother Tu, I'm not joking with you." The driver in his 40s immediately collapsed at the waist, with a flattering smile on his face, and gently slapped his two small mouths , "My fault, my fault, I'm too familiar! Brother Tu, don't take offense, don't dare next time! Absolutely dare not!"

"Look at what you said, as if I can't take a joke." Tu Ziqiang chuckled, and helped the driver to wipe the snowflakes off Lu Pulu's body, and finally patted him on the head.

The driver and You Yanzhi stretched their heads like a domestic dog.

Zhou Bangyan stood aside with his hands behind his back and didn't speak, but his face was a little worried.

"What's your surname?" Tu Ziqiang was very satisfied with the driver's reaction.

"Free surname is Jiao, Jiao Yeyang!" The driver raised his head.

"Well, if I can help with anything in the future, just ask!" Tu Ziqiang made a picture of the driver, and the driver nodded his thanks repeatedly.Zhou Bangyan's complexion was even worse.

"Uncle Zhou, give me a ride? Look how big the snow is! Are you on the way?" Tu Ziqiang didn't seem to see Zhou Bangyan's black face, and got into the car talking to himself without waiting for him to agree.

The driver looked at his boss in embarrassment, Zhou Bangyan didn't look at the driver with a dark face, and followed Tu Ziqiang into the car.

The jeep drove away in a hurry, and the picket came out of the alley wiping cold sweat.

Damn it's thanks to my cleverness, otherwise I will have to wear small shoes in the future, who told you that you are unlucky, seeing the boss is deflated?

"Uncle Zhou, thanks to your support, the Mutual Aid Society was able to start." Tu Ziqiang stopped laughing as soon as he got in the car, and said very sincerely, "I have something to say, but I don't know if you want to hear it or not."

"Uncle Zhou is still that Uncle Zhou, and you, Xiao Tu, are not that Xiao Tu." Zhou Bangyan said with a half-smile, "If you don't want to hear it, why don't you say it?"

"Master Jiao, stop ahead, I'm here..." Tu Ziqiang called the driver to stop without hesitation.

"It's so soon," Zhou Bangyan was stunned, shook his head slightly at Jiao Yeyang in the rearview mirror, turned his face to look at Tu Ziqiang and said, "I have something to say, how about I say it first?"

Tu Ziqiang nodded slightly.

"Uncle Zhou assures you, Uncle Zhou is still the same Uncle Zhou." Zhou Bangyan pursed his lips, speaking concisely.

"Yes, I know that Uncle Zhou must still be that Uncle Zhou," Tu Ziqiang smiled slightly, "but I still hope that Uncle Zhou will still be Uncle Zhou."

"Is this what you guys want to say?" Zhou Bangyan frowned.

"It's not us, it's me." Tu Ziqiang corrected.

"I didn't block your way!" Zhou Bangyan emphasized with a straight face.

"Yes, that's why I'm thinking about Uncle Zhou." Tu Ziqiang was more sincere, "Uncle Zhou has passed away, it's not as good as it is now. I'm not exaggerating at all, Uncle Zhou, you know."

"Uncle Zhou is still a bit reluctant..." Zhou Bangyan looked at Tu Ziqiang for a while, then shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Several wineries will be built in the coming year..." Tu Ziqiang thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "I know you well, but I don't know Song Baiqiu well."

"Qiangzi, thank you!" Zhou Bangyan pursed his lips and shook Tu Ziqiang's hand.

The only sound in the car was the roar of the engine.

"Master Jiao, I'm really here." Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips, shook his head, and took out his hand.

Squeak...

The jeep parked steadily on the side of the road.

"Are those fake ones so alluring?" Tu Ziqiang stepped out of the car and turned to look at Zhou Bangyan.

Zhou Bangyan struggled a bit, then looked at him silently.

"Yeah, yum!" Tu Ziqiang smiled and shook his head slightly, "Thank you Uncle Zhou, I'm leaving."

drop~~~~

The jeep whistled and moved slowly. Tu Ziqiang stood on the curb with a smile on his face and waved his hands.

"This little~~~~Director..." Jiao Yeyang looked at Zhou Bangyan's black face in the rearview mirror and swallowed back the words "San Yang".

"He really meant well this time," Zhou Bangyan glanced at the driver, leaned on the backrest and closed his eyes wearily, "and he was very sincere..."

"Sincerity?" Jiao Yeyang glanced at Zhou Bangyan quietly, curled his lips.

"This kid is pragmatic, and he never pretends to be useless..." Zhou Bangyan seemed to see the driver's expression, and said slowly, "Why are you so arrogant today? Huh?"

"Brother, do you mean he did it on purpose?" Jiao Yeyang clicked his lips, recalling.

Indeed, I have never heard of Tu Papi being arrogant.

"He's right. I'm definitely an empty frame when I pass by..." Zhou Bangyan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Didn't you notice that the picket hid far away? What does this mean? It means that in their hearts, I am no stronger than Tu Zi How many!"

"Then?" Jiao Yeyang sneaked back while he was busy.

"I can't bear to..."

A long sigh from the backseat...

Tu Ziqiang stood on the curb and watched the jeep go away until he couldn't see it anymore, then he laughed at himself and wobbled away.

It's hard to persuade the damned ghost, my unnecessary actions today are just to relieve my peace of mind.

Thinking about the Mutual Aid Club back then, Zhou Bangyan had contributed a lot. Before that, Tu Ziqiang always felt a little uneasy to attack without warning.

Today, it is superfluous to talk through the words, and it is enough when the mind comes.

Since Zhou Bangyan knew his situation in the next year, he insisted on going his own way, so he really couldn't blame others.

Old Haotou is right, how can a man in the prime of life not have any ambitions?

If I had no ambition at all, I would not be where I am today.

God, it's cloudy.

The wind is getting stronger.