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"The job requires a degree, right? Fatty, I didn't go to college, is that okay?"

Wuxie said: "In addition to academic qualifications, this job requires another important thing, which is experience! Our fat man has so much work experience. Once he enters this industry, he will become an archeology professor."

"Hehe." The fat man laughed and scolded him for being sweet-mouthed and good at talking.

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The next day, I went back to Hangzhou to apply for an ID card. I met Uncle Wu innocently and tremblingly, and taught Wang Meng, who played games every day, a lesson. After a lot of fussing, I got my fresh ID card a month later.

"Show me, show me your innocence." The fat man squeezed over to grab the younger brother's ID card. Zhang Qiling stood helplessly a step away, watching the two of them fight for the ID card that belonged to him.

After studying for a long time, the fat man finally couldn't help but said: "Damn, why does the picture on his ID card look so good? Age...28? Your 28-year-old is so young. He should report himself as 18 years old. Also, my brother's household registration is In your household registration book? Why don’t you two get a separate household registration book?”

Wuxie's face turned red and he said, "Why do you have so many questions? Shut up, shut up."

"Ahem, little brother, give me your ID card. The photo is very nice."

No, I’ll go back and take another photo myself.

After getting the ID card, I took my little brother to teach him how to buy the ticket in person. He bought the train and bus tickets from Hangzhou to Changbai Mountain in person.

The fat man asked him what it felt like to have an ID card.

"trouble."

Um... Wuxie and Fatty looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wu Xie: "Brother, our domestic development will be better and better in the future. Without an ID card, it will be difficult to move forward. If you don't believe it, you can retrieve the memory in your head and see what kind of development it will be in ten years."

Zhang Qiling hummed, and Wu Xie felt that he was tired, didn't want to talk, or was perfunctory.

"Fat man, when will you bring Sister Yuncai to play?"

The fat man asked in confusion: "Why are you here in such danger? What are you thinking?"

"What danger? Aren't we here to have fun? Aren't we here to enjoy the scenery...?"

The fat man was speechless and asked Wuxie to touch the backpack he was carrying: "Look at what we have got. Who brings detonators when traveling? Shovels and emergency supplies?"

etc! detonator?

"Can trains carry detonators? Fatty, are you so awesome?"

"The fat man has his own ideas. You, grandma, bring your bag over and let me see what you have brought." The fat man snatched Wu Xie's backpack away.

"It's quite heavy." The fat man said, smiled innocently, and subconsciously walked away.

When the little brother saw them starting to fight, he spontaneously found a place to rest.

When I opened the backpack, it was full of digital electronic products, a mess.

The fat man snorted coldly: "I dare you to bring a few broken cameras with you. Little innocent, you really think you are here for a trip!"

"Brother, didn't we really go to Tianchi to take pictures of the scenery?" Wuxie was a little unwilling to give up.

Rarely, the little brother clicked his tongue, stood up straight, looked at the contents of the bag, and looked helplessly at Wuxie. It seems to be saying that you are mentally retarded!

It's over, this was Wu Xie's first reaction.

"Then what should we do now?" Wuxie looked at the little brother and asked, "What are we going to Changbai Mountain for this time? Do we still have time to buy new equipment? If it doesn't work, I will ask Xiaohua to fly some over."