The captain gave the order, but no one moved.
There's nothing much going on in the small area, and catching thieves all day long is a pain in the ass, so when they come across such a big case, those who can go out to the field swarm out, and end up encountering the most fantastical scenario in the history of the world.
A group of people looked at their captain with wide eyes, finally, a young comrade bravely asked: "Captain, take away which, which is the main person in charge?"
The captain pulled his face up, made an angry face, and said with a straight face, "How the fuck should I know?"
The comrades continued to stare blankly, and the one who had just received the encouraging gaze of his colleague once again bravely voiced his inner interrogation: "Captain, can you tell what kind of place this is? What are they doing?"
The captain grimaced and his face twitched, "How the fuck am I supposed to tell?"
The young comrade was very desperate: "Captain, so can you tell us if this is normal business for them or some kind of unnamed underworld organization?"
The captain's inner bitterness bucked and he had to growl at him, "What the fuck am I going to tell you guys?"
This luxuriously decorated private club was very puzzling, and when they walked into the richly decorated hall, in a wave of hatred of the rich, the captain instinctively put on a fierce look and held up his work permit to order the person in charge to come out.
The row of reception looked at them with blank expressions, and suddenly, one of the security guards looked as if he had a crohn's stroke, and ran away with a ghastly white face.
The captain's first thought was that this man was the murderer and bellowed, "Stop!"
The captain took the lead, and the others, although they didn't know what the man was doing, couldn't lag behind the leader, so they also spread out and started chasing.
This routing and chasing quickly inspired a herd effect, and what had been fairly subdued suddenly wasn't sure what the fuss was about anymore, and followed the rapid strategic shift up.
In the blink of an eye, a bunch of big waisted security guards were like good women who encountered hooligans, running faster than rabbits one by one.
All that was left was a row of big, beautiful girls cowering and huddled together with faces like menstrual cramps.
Running in the forefront of the people just met the lobby manager patrolling the middle of the building, the lobby manager is a senior fighter from the lobby manager, the lobby manager saw this ghost appearance, thought it came to the fire fight, from the waist pulled out a pistol - others easily can not have this treatment.
He was just about to chastise the security guard who had nearly jumped into his arms when he saw the bastard say, as if he'd seen a ghost, "Police/cops! A whole bunch of cops!"
The lobby manager said, "No way!"
They were followed by several others, shouting as if they were wolves: "Fuck, there's a cop here!"
The lobby manager hesitated for two seconds, and after a moment of agonizing hesitation between "fighting the cops" and "decisively retreating", he decisively retreated.
This chase led to an accident.
In the final analysis, it is Zhao Laojiu, Zhao Laojiu this person is too heavy banditry, is Hu four masters under a top assassin, what illegal and disorderly things, only other people can not think of, there is no he can not do it.
But he looked down on anyone who made it to the top, and the ones he looked up to were basically the ones with a criminal record - when they saw the police/cops, they instinctively assumed first that something was wrong.
Faster than they run is the guests, guests in either the wrong way, or have a head, are happy to come out to play, who do not want to dip into the stripes, a slippery, sniffing the wind on the ground to dissolve.
Zhao Laojiu had the same question in his mind, "Holy shit, why is there a cop here?"
But he has to hold up the scene, can not jump up and down. Zhao Laojiu wiped a cold sweat, he did not receive any news, carefully recalled, it seems that there is no mistake, he thought through his head, but also can not think of these police / police in the end what to do? Can't it be that they owe to pay the utility bill?
Zhao Laojiu whispered to a henchman: "First evacuate all the people - nonsense, of course, evacuate the fighters, the guests are all fucking old loach, with your reminder, early to run! In addition to the waitress and the body of the green and white, no one should be left ...... forget it, that also leaves the waitress. Tell people to get the business license ready, a moment may not I have to go with them, soon back, don't worry, surely all right, you tell people to clean up the field, especially chips and 'medicine', the outside world that the race on the stage are invited models, is the nature of the show, and then immediately notify the four masters of Hu. "
The henchman was confused by the sudden turn of events and asked in a low voice, "And ...... what if something happens?"
Zhao Laojiu glared at him viciously, "Let go of your mother's ass!"
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Cold sweat, not daring to squeak, he turned around and went to make arrangements.
With that, Wei Qian was evacuated.
The big waves are so big that only tiny plankton can burrow out without moving, and no one cares about them.
Wei Qian left the ring and went straight to the train station.
He had only just entered the station when he was almost pounced on by Wei Zhiyuan.
Three Fatty and Xiao Yuan had been waiting for him here all afternoon.
At noon that day just after a while, the three fat on the top of the hot sun and a hot sweat received Wei Zhiyuan, a meeting on the urgent red asked: "Your brother? Where is he? Where's your brother? What is the address that you little brat sent me? What is he doing there?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Fighting/black boxing."
Three Fatty's voice raised an octave, "What? Holy shit/you two big geezers! Can you two little brats let me live two more days?!"
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him without saying anything.
Three Fatty continued to growl, "Don't give me any pity, why don't you take me over to collect his body?"
Wei Zhiyuan calmly said, "My brother won't let you go to him."
San Fatty opened his mouth - and reacted, whether they contacted or called the police, it was all done in the dark, Wei Qian wanted to make this look like a completely stupid coincidence, to muddy the water so he could swim away.
So Three Fatty, as a stranger, should never appear in any of them, they must not arouse even the slightest suspicion, it would be enough for them to drink a pot of water.
Triple Fatty: "So where do you think you're going?"
Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand and showed the small turtle on the back of his hand to Sanfat, putting Sanfat sadly, touching his head and saying, "Hey, it's really good looking, looks exactly like your brother--this bear child, what time of the day is it still drawing turtles on his hand?"
Wei Zhiyuan pointed to the tortoise shell, "My brother drew this, Third Brother, look carefully, the tortoise shell is an inverted railroad road emblem, let's go to the train station."
So, three fat and Wei Zhiyuan came to the train station, from the blazing sun, has been waiting until the sun sinks, waiting for a small two people in the heart of the anxiety are burned into the fire, almost look through the autumn water, Wei Qian only came late.
Wei Zhiyuan hugged his arm without letting go while pulling out a book from his clothes that he had clipped to the waistband of his pants, the very same old math textbook that Wei Qian had brought with him that was covered in drawings of divine turtles, the cover soaked through with a child's sweat.
Wei Qian held it in his hand, not knowing what to say.
Three Fatty was even more excited than Xiao Yuan at first, almost unable to help himself, the whole person turned into a giant spray can, spittle sprayed Wei Qian head and face.
Unfortunately, the fat man's warmth only lasted a few minutes, the excitement passed, turned his face away, let people fully experience what is called "fat people are fickle".
He pulled Wei Qian to a corner where no one was, and changed his style, using the two ways of "presenting facts and reasoning" and "greeting ancestors and cursing their mothers" to fire a volley of shots at Wei Qian in a two-pronged manner, with a natural and appropriate change of roles, as if he wasn't alone in the battle.
In the end, SanFat used a long speech to come to a conclusion that he thought was reasonable, "Wei Qian, I'm going to tell you today about a major discovery in the scientific world - you're just a big dumbass!"
Being "science" rigorously argued as a stupid Wei Qian speechless, had to curse not to return the favor.
All three came in hard seats and went back and luxuriated in sleepers.
Unfortunately, the sleeper is not more comfortable than the hard seat, because the three fat comrades snoring is really too rocky, a few times nearly shook the train out of the track, and the fat guy is still no self-consciousness, sleep extremely early, get up extremely late.
Several of the passengers next to him almost regarded him as a class enemy, and finally all of them unanimously flopped down on their beds, covered their ears, buried their heads in their pillows, and spent the long hours of sleep in such a position as if they were living to avoid a bomb.
Wei Qian can't sleep, just flat on his back calculating the family's finances, he basically has no expenses this trip, plus send back home, plus a little bit of previous meager savings, he now owns a total of thirty thousand dollars.
Their family of four people on average five or six hundred dollars a month can live very generous, a year down, as long as not horizontal branches, tuition, living expenses add up, will not exceed six thousand, if he can summer and winter vacations and holidays to find a place to work, but also more than a thousand or eight hundred, to support the hemp mother.
It's a relief for now.
Just as Wei Qian was pondering the issue of livelihood with a stroke of a pen in his mind, his upper bunk suddenly moved, and then the black light revealed a small head, hanging upside down and looking at him.
Wei Qian unintentionally looked up and was startled by the burning eyes on his little head, so he chided, "Wei Zhiyuan, what the hell are you haunting, sleep!"
Wei Zhiyuan was not at all upset by the reprimand, and seemed to be pleased as he retracted his head.
Wei Qian retracted his thoughts, these days he has been mentally tense, a little bit of energy, after getting used to the noise, even if his ears are shocked by the purr of the world, he slowly rose a trace of drowsiness, just as he was about to pass in a daze, the small head of the upper berth and did a thief sneak out.
Wei Qian half propped up his body in a bad mood, poked his head out and stepped onto the upper bunk: "Are you full of food? Why are you looking at me all the time?"
Wei Zhiyuan immediately obediently laid back down.
Wei Qian thought it was a child's first time sitting in a sleeper fresh, so he pulled the quilt to him by hand, the voice lowered a little: "Can't sleep on the ears, really can't sleep on kicking that fat man a foot."
Wei Zhiyuan answered softly, still staring at him.
Wei Qian climbed down, plugged his ears like the others, curled his head into the pillow, and closed his eyes.
After a while, Wei Qian suddenly figured out in the darkness that Wei Zhiyuan was not making a scene, he kept sticking his head out to see if he was still there.
Scared the little brat all to death, Wei Qian thought to himself, shouldn't have brought him out.
When the two brothers returned home, they were rightfully shouted at and questioned by Mrs. Song, who pretended to be dumb and didn't make a sound, and Mrs. Song's fire was directed at Wei Qian: "Where did you get so much money? Where have you been? Did you do something bad? Speak up!"
She is like a large fly, buzzing in Wei Qian's ears, he could not bear to leave home, the remaining 25,000 opened an account deposited in the bank, did not tell the grandmother, to save her from raving again.
When he slipped back in a big circle and found that Old Lady Song was still legalistic and did not have the slightest intention of letting him go, Wei Qian finally gave in and said impatiently, "I'm going to sell my blood, all right!"
Mrs. Song opened her mouth and stammered, "Sell ...... what?"
Wei Qian attitude is more and more bad: "Sold two pounds of blood, a kidney, you girl asked enough, let me stop will be okay?"
This sounds like bullshit, but Mrs. Song does not think so, she has not read a day of books, only heard of selling blood, but do not know that human blood this thing is not an apple watermelon, can not be weighed by the catty, and then a measure of Wei Qian's miserable white and thin face, and immediately believe in nonsense.
Wei Qian's intention was to make her less annoying, but he didn't expect to cause such a consequence.
Just listen to the old lady Song lit up a ten miles and eight villages of bright voice, crying with full dramatic effect, end is a foot pounding chest, intending to hang himself as a prelude.
Bao and Yuan looked at each other, then together they turned their overwhelmed gazes to their big brother, whose expression was blank for half a minute, and Yuan felt the corners of his eyes twitch.
Wei Qian squatted down next to Old Lady Song, reached out a finger with the carefulness of a ready molded electric door, poked her, and then quickly retracted, dryly coughed, "That what ...... cough, you don't cry."
Old Mrs. Song's face was a pot of snot and tears, "I'm a wimp! I'm an old woman in the countryside ...... I can't do anything! I can just add to the chaos! Let the child to sell blood and kidneys, that's not a human thing to do? Why am I still not dead yo ...... what am I living ...... for?"
Although Wei Qian was not at his wits' end, he was at his wits' end, he silently listened to the old lady's set of crying words and felt a bit ludicrous, and said that it was lucky that he didn't tell her that he had gone to fight in the black box, or else he would have to frighten this old thing to death alive.
And in the midst of this ludicrous absurdity, he felt a strange bit of solace.
The words "let the child to sell blood and kidneys" poked him straight in the heart, since childhood, few people would call him "child".
In Wei Qian's opinion, the word "child" is not a neutral term to describe a human being of a certain age - he thinks the neutral term should be "child" - but the term "child" seems to represent some kind of special care and favor from adults or elders. --The term "child", on the other hand, seems to represent some kind of special care, tolerance and favor from adults or elders.
...... That's something he never got.
Wei Qian was a bit embarrassed, and only after the old lady's crying weakened a bit did he take out a roll of toilet paper from under the dining table and hand it to her, "Hey, don't cry, I was just talking for fun and lying to you."
Mrs. Song huffed and cursed, "You son of a bitch! What the hell have you been doing?"
Wei Qian said nonsense even draft did not play: "A friend of mine has some access, dragged me into the partnership, to the south to transport some goods, ran a few trips to the big trucks ......."
Mrs. Song: "You fart, why don't you take a piss and look at your face?"
"I ......" Wei Qian couldn't help but let her angry, "Do you know how long we have to run on the road a day? Big trucks on the highway more than ten hours a day, the car eat car sleep, wind and sun, who can have a good face? I'm not a fairy."
Mrs. Song looked at him suspiciously.
"Really." Wei Qian breaks up and the real thing, "Third brother also went, do not believe you ask him, we pulled the goods from the factory over there in Guangdong, directly to the north to sell the price of a hand over a few times, give me a few thousand dollars worth of labor?"
Anyway, Three Fatty will round up his lies for him.
Song old lady then some will believe, after a while, she said, "Then ...... then you lift the clothes I look, people say that kidney sellers have a slit on the back waist."
After saying that, she was about to personally strip Wei Qian's clothes.
Wei Qian jumped up from the ground and took a big step back, ''What are you doing you? A man and a woman are not related! You're so old, have some face, okay?"
Song old lady listening to him more and more talk more and more unlike words, smooth hand rolled up a book, splitting head and face shine Wei Qian body pumping: "I let you full of nonsense, let you not honest ......."
After such a beating, she finally forgot about picking Wei Qian's clothes, and this hurdle was considered to be over.
Summer vacation flew by, Song Xiaobao that no good thing began to move east and west again to frantically make up homework, three fat from time to time to come over to turn around, Mrs. Song went out to sell things during the day, the three brothers and sisters just one person to occupy a corner, read their own books, quiet, as if they have since the gongs and drums of the home turned into a large study room, full of academic atmosphere.
Sometimes three fat people sit for a long time, and feel strange uncomfortable.
Wei Qian changed into a clean white T-shirt, his hair was neatly cut, and when his mind was not distracted, the gloom between his eyebrows would dissipate cleanly, and he looked like an ordinary middle school student.
In September, he finally returned to the campus he had been away from for more than three years, and resumed his regular, full and generalized high school life.
Every morning, he rode his bicycle to take Mrs. Song to the place where the eggs were sold, then fished a corn and an egg out of her pot, and took it away to school to eat. After eight busy classes a day, he took advantage of the dinner time to run out of school as fast as he could, and rode his bicycle to take Mrs. Song back home, and then rushed back to school to catch up with the evening study sessions with some random food from his home.
Having an adult who could take care of the family, Wei Qian had taken off more than half of his burden, and he was grateful to his grandmother in his heart.
In fact, Wei Qian did not even finish the first year of high school, but in order to save time, he went directly into the sophomore class led by Ms. Li, despite the summer vacation has been reading books, but the first monthly examination is still not ideal, only barely among the middle and lower reaches.
However, Wei Qian didn't think it was a big deal, not being at the bottom meant that he was still keeping up, and by the time the midterm exams came around, he had risen from the lower middle of the pack to the upper middle of the pack.
He was as dedicated to his studies as he was when he was working as a fighter for Brother Lok, and his achievements were remarkable - the so-called "hard work" is not the same as getting up at five o'clock in the morning and climbing up at midnight, and reading more books than others, and doing a few more problems than others, isn't it?
To Wei Qian, this kind of "bitter" method is nothing at all.
By the time of the final exams, Wei Qian had risen completely from the upper middle to the upper reaches, becoming an easygoing and reticent good looking honor student ...... in the school This was an unimaginable status a half year ago.
Unfortunately, he is at home is the head of the family, Song old lady every day to do small business to help people work, busy early morning and late at night to go round and round, the two pups also no one dares to talk too much to ask about his achievements, Weiqian and feel that he said that it seems to be too showy, undermine the majesty of his head of the family.
But it really held him back.
Has been held back until the New Year, Song Lao gave them red envelopes, cooked dumplings, the dinner table, only remembered to ask Wei Qian: "Her brother, how are you studying? How did you do on the exam?"
Wei Qian squirmed as he took his first ever New Year's money and said in passing, "You're in charge."
Old Mrs. Song smiled joyfully and scolded him, "Rabbit child, speak human words!"
Wei Qian then pretended to lightly reported the results and rankings, as if it was all trivial and not worth mentioning, is she had to ask, only reluctantly said a word.
Mrs. Song's hand stirring the boiling water in the dumpling pot suddenly stopped, and after a while, she cautiously asked, "So ...... this is enough to get into college, right?"
Students in major high schools never take "getting into college" seriously; their goal is to get into the "best college" possible.
However, Mrs. Song has contacted a limited number of cultured people, usually those who patronize her business students and white-collar workers, she treats people as another class of service, never thought of their own family will also be out of a ...... that "class".
"Going to college" was a humble and unattainable dream in her head.
Wei Qian gave a careless "hmm".
Song old lady boiled inside, excited beyond expression, until many days later, Wei Qian are almost start school, ride to her afternoon short-term work place to pick her up, but also heard her with the people who do things together hand in hand bragging: "My eldest grandson in is a key high school, the teacher said that the future examination of the university no problem."
Wei Qian heard from afar and muttered, "Old thing, really good at putting gold on your face, who is your great grandson?"
although
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Ran said this as he wheeled his cart over, but still said as if nothing had happened, "Grandma, let's go."
At the end of all the suffering and carrying, there are clouds of time in this world.
You can have nothing, as long as your spirit remains - 2013 Graduation Speech by the President of Shanghai Jiaotong University.
Author's Note: End of Volume 1