Mr. Tan's Mr. Tan

Tan Jiping thought about getting back together with Tan Xiao more than once.

Especially after so many years and things have passed for a long time, the shocking emotions at that time have dissipated a lot, just like the fireworks that have been blooming, leaving only the ashes of the sparks when they fall.

The more you see, the more you think, the more you think, the more you want to see.

He almost rummaged through the thousands of photos he took last year. Every photo, every expression, every movement of Tan Xiao, the time and place when it was taken, Tan Jiping knows all about.

Year after year, the small voice for peace in my heart is getting louder and louder.

It finally reached its peak one afternoon in 17.

That was the third time that Tan Jiping came to Seattle, and it was March when the cold wave was not gone.

Tan Xiao has a strong ability to work and is also very adaptable. There are not many things that Tan Jiping needs to help him settle. It is nothing more than some merchants who refuse to cooperate. Injury to safety.

Besides, Tan Xiao would never stop doing things so far.

However, during the period when he was despised at the beginning, it was just that he didn't adjust his state well.

But this time, Tan Xiao offended a government official.

Tan Jiping listened to the broadcast. The process and words were written by Tan Xiao himself. When the announcer read it, it was like reading an announcement.

When Tan Xiao wrote the manuscript, he didn't know what he was thinking about. He actually reversed the name of an official under investigation and the name of the person who thought he was similar to him and almost became the object of investigation.

And the DJ in that episode was not a DJ who was keen on political affairs, he didn't know these two people at all, this wrong broadcast was broadcast like this, Barr was so angry that he slammed the phone directly to the director, demanding a large amount of honor The loss fee is not counted, and it keeps disturbing Tan Xiao's normal life.

In fact, broadcast accidents are not uncommon in radio stations, especially Chinese broadcasts in foreign countries. However, the quality of the DJ is good, and usually the rescue is more beautiful, and most of the audience can't hear it.

And even if something happened, few people would really hold them accountable, and it would be fine to just talk about it as a joke.

But this incident really made Barr very angry. He was already sensitive, so it was difficult for people not to notice him being singled out like this.So he had no choice but to get angry and speak up.

Not to mention that Tan Xiao is the editor-in-chief of the Chinese department, and it is inevitable that he edited the content of this issue.

He was harassed by the people sent by Barr for two nights, and his whole face was haggard and dull.

It's not that Barr sent some amazing men, but a few hooligans who knocked on the door in the middle of the night, smashed the windows, harassed the phone, and made verbal attacks. It was very helpless and unbearable.Money isn't the problem, the problem is these little rascals.

It was too annoying and noisy, and Tan Xiao had a headache.

Tan Jiping sat in the Japanese grocery store for a day and discovered the reason for Tan Xiao's abnormality.

It seems that the punks all over the world have the same virtues, squatting in the street to smoke, tattooing and rags, swearing in the cold wind, and cursing the weather.

The low-ranking member of the gang.

They came at ten o'clock in the morning, squatting at the entrance of the radio station, neither far nor near, far enough to make people feel safe, and close enough not to make the radio security vigilant.

The distance is just right, and they are a group of experienced old gangsters.

Gangsters exist legally in some places abroad. Tan Jiping didn't associate them with Tan Xiao at first, and he didn't expect that the object of their squatting was Tan Xiao.

He went to buy flowers against the cold wind, and asked the owner of the Japanese grocery store to take care of them first, and told him that when someone came to eat with him at night, they would be served with the food.

The owner of the Japanese food store had a clear face, laughed and nodded repeatedly.

Tan Jiping knew the neighborhood like the back of his hand in order to find the best location for sneak shots.

Tan Xiao doesn't seem to have a serious cold. When he has a cold and a fever, he will cause stomach pain. Tan Jiping has been thinking about it since he met him. He is going to buy some medicine first.

Tan Jiping asked Yu Nian on WeChat if there were any foreign medicines that could replace Weikang's granules, and those gangsters walked into the Japanese grocery store with their mouths dirty.

Before the lively lunch time, the Japanese grocery store was still clear and deserted. The four of them came in, and the store became more popular.

But their arrival did not make the diminutive boss much happier.

The tattooed arm was still bare on that cold day, fat and strong, and he threw his arm on the counter with a "bang" and said viciously, "Give each of you a cup of coffee! Move faster, or I will shoot you into the ground." Go in, dwarf!"

The other three clapped their hands and laughed non-stop as if they had heard some hilarious joke.

Tan Jiping frowned and looked this way.

The boss seemed to be used to dealing with these people, and quietly waved his finger at him, signaling him not to act rashly.

Tan Jiping's phone vibrated, and it was Yu Nian who sent the list of medicines.

He looked down.

The thugs found a table and sat down, talking loudly, and the whole shop was filled with their obscenity mixed with profanity.

"The task given to us by the boss is too easy! You underestimate us!"

"Fortunately, the money was paid well, hahaha!"

"We smashed the glass of the weak chicken's house last night, and that Chinese weak chicken dare not even fart! It's so fucking unfulfilling!"

There was a burst of booing in agreement, and Tan Jiping continued to look at his phone, swiping Du Niang to check the drug instructions.

The gang went on to brag.

"It's so fucking cold! It's not even worthy of a trolley!"

Someone immediately echoed, "That's right, fuck it, just grab a fucking car!"

"That's right! The people in the radio station have plenty of cars!"

"Why grab other people? Just grab the car of that weak Chinese chicken! Hahaha!"

There was another sound of echo accompanied by laughter.

The boss of Japanese food came up with five cups of coffee. The hooligans didn’t choose anything, and didn’t find fault with this matter. The boss of Japanese food hurried to Tan Jiping’s table.

He glanced at the gangsters who didn't know how to restrain themselves, and said in a low voice: "Go out and hide first, they speak too badly. I'm really sorry for giving you such a bad dining experience."

Tan Jiping turned off the phone and nodded.

The Japanese food boss heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the Chinese guest he admired would not be able to stand their discriminatory remarks and thus have unnecessary conflicts with them.

The punks are still talking about who they're targeting, laughing together at something they thought was "exciting."

Tan Jiping passed by the gangsters and walked to the door, and when he was about to open the glass door to go out, he heard two words with very unstandard pronunciation in their mouths, and he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

"Tan Xiao, oh God! His name is so fucking hard to say, what kind of Chinese name do we have when we come to America! Damn! Just grab his car!"

"Fool! Have you ever seen him drive? He doesn't have a car!"

The gangster raised his arms exaggeratedly, "There are people in the United States who don't have a car! It's unbelievable!"

Then he was grabbed by the collar of his denim jacket and lifted up.

"Fuck you..." The gangster was brought up to reflexively scold him, and then swallowed the curse back abruptly.

The remaining three people all stood up, and Tan Jiping's fierce and murderous gaze made them feel cold at the same time.

He stared at everyone and said word by word:

"You guys want to grab, whose car is it?!"

The owner of the Japanese grocery store was in a bad mood, so he hurried down to the counter to call the police.

The author has something to say:

_(:_」∠)_The stupid author who is kneeling here no longer dares to promise the update time casually ⊙﹏⊙, I fell asleep last night, I don’t know if the update failed... I’m sorry everyone, thank you little angels for your comments and mines Do you love you~~