auspicious baby

Tianjin, Police Station.

Zhao Rong was lying back on a large office chair, which was custom-made and specially shipped from England. In Tianjin City, he was almost alone, and he became a local emperor in the whole city.When I was an official in the past, I was wary of my superiors, and with my colleagues, I just hid the extravagant style of making money and going out of my way, but now it is different from the past. The first level, but the key is to help the big ship of the Japanese. Based on this relationship, even many officials with higher official positions respect him three points.

Zhao Rong held up his triangular eyes, and carefully blew the top-quality Dahongpao tea in the exquisite ceramic cup. The fragrance of the tea was overflowing, and said: "Secretary Lin, you have worked hard recently, and Mrs. Cao will offer you a cup of tea instead of wine. Come to serve our Hongtu Daye has a drink."

Lin Hengyu's ironed suit outlined the aura of a superior person, but even his well-dressed head and face couldn't conceal his tired look.Holding the Chinese teacup, he shook it gently, as if tasting red wine, sniffing the tea, and said: "Dudu Zhao is really polite."

"Xiao Lin, I heard that he has been drinking heavily recently. Don't act recklessly just because you are young. You see, the police station still depends on you as the leader."

Lin Hengyu's capacity for alcohol is not good, and it is easy to go crazy after drinking. Half a month ago, he drank half a bottle of Western wine, just like smoking opium. The anger in his bones broke out and surged. Before, clamoring to greet Yamada Sukeya's ancestors, a big man was crying like pear blossoms with rain.If Yamada Suke hadn't been at home, and if Zhao Rong hadn't sent someone to suppress this matter right away, there would probably be more people like Lin Hengyu in Tianjin Police Station's prison.

Zhao Rong became more and more dissatisfied with Lin Hengyu, if not for his usefulness, he would have been dragged into the deep mountains and old forests to destroy his body and traces.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Having said that, there are still some procedures to follow up on those orders. How to get the seal of the Hongyang Escort Bureau, and everything will be ready after stamping the seal."

Zhao Rong shook the office chair and said leisurely: "You don't have to worry about this."

"Captain Zhao, don't forget to dispose of the stamps that have been stamped on the list book and other related clauses before."

"I need to spend some time to sort it out. How to deal with that crazy woman, deal with it naturally. I don't want to cause too much trouble."

"If you are accused of human trafficking, smuggling and fraud, you can rest assured that the Escort Bureau will naturally be brought into the hands of the government, and it will naturally be in the pocket of Governor Cao."

The two looked at each other with evil intentions and smiled, then raised their teacups, wishing the conspiracy an early success.

At the same time, in the Hongyang Escort Bureau, in the account room, and on the desk, Baoxiang was lying miserably on the desk, facing a pile of countless books, frowning.

I don't understand, I don't understand...

The closed door was knocked lightly, and then pushed open.Baoxiang was aroused, and instantly felt as if he was pumping chicken blood, and smiled like a spring breeze, "Master Wang, you are here, sit down and drink some tea to moisten your throat."

"Don't be glib, how much have you read today, and how much do you know about the general operation of the Escort?" Master Wang not only has no expression on his face, but even his voice is hard and emotionless.

Master Wang is about sixty years old, he is too tall to be a accountant, and his temper is too violent to be an accountant. Anyway, in Baoxiang's heart, he always feels that he is not suitable for an accountant.He was the first group of people to follow Mr. Yang to earn family property. The old people who made a fortune together back then were old and walked away, retiring and enjoying themselves, and he was the only one left.

In the whole Escort development process, he is a pioneer, a witness, and even a guardian.Back then, after Master Yang's sudden death, he resisted all opinions and insisted on holding the bill in his hands, protecting the family property for Yangjiaping.Although Xiangu is often insane, she still trusts him very much. When she is awake, she begs him to support Baoxiang, keep his hard work for the master, and keep the property for the Yang family.

The Escort has a serious manpower gap, and there are very few people who can be trusted and entrusted. If it is not remedied, it will really be too late.

Baoxiang had been with him for less than half an hour on the first day, and he felt apprehensive in his heart, and when he had feelings for him, it was time to attack Baoxiang.When facing him every day, a kind of reverence for Mr. was born in my heart, and I was always apprehensive, afraid that I would make a mistake in front of him, obediently like a newly enlightened child.

Baoxiang faltered, "Master Wang, that, I, I don't quite understand."

Baoxiang looked down at the ground as if he had done something wrong, and didn't dare to look up when Master Wang finished drinking a cup of tea.

"Hold your head up, what are you looking like! Do you have a head of the family like you! You cry every day, I don't know, I really think you lose your father every day. I don't understand, I don't understand. You have been looking for a few days, but you still can't find it. Out of the rules, her grandma, why are you so stupid!"

As soon as Baoxiang was scolded, his face turned red and he lowered his head even lower.

Master Wang hated that iron could not be made into steel, and he was even more skillful when he started scolding, "I can't even understand the bills, I am so mad! Tell me, bills are the lifeblood of business. I was so stupefied that I still couldn’t figure out what kind of business and store I was opening! Show me, if you can’t see it, don’t even think about finishing your meal!” After finishing speaking, Baoxiang didn’t give Baoxiang time to reflect, he slammed the door and left.

Looking at the door panels that were thrown to the ground and opened and closed suddenly, Baoxiang felt a little frightened.

He also knew in his heart that he was not the kind of material he was, and if he forced himself up, he would be mud on the wall. However, thinking about Xiangu and Yang Jiaping, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.He also quietly set a goal in his heart, not to make it bigger, but at least to keep it, and not to destroy it in his own hands.

After thinking about it, looking at the account books that I can't figure out, and thinking about Master Wang's violent temper, I feel that the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

There is no guidance, no prompts, just give him a bunch of ledgers, call it a good name, and ask him to comprehend it by himself.The smile on Baoxiang's face did not change, and his heart was already galloping. After a few days, the galloping horse even ran into the ice and snow.

He squinted his eyes and tried his best to read it for a while, but he still didn't understand. He couldn't untie his brows, and he tossed his hair with his hands. His soft hair was tossed like a chicken coop. , slapped the book on the table angrily, and slapped his head heavily on it.

After lying on the table for a while, he took out a pen and paper from the drawer and wrote a letter to Yang Jiaping.

Before he returned to China, Yang Jiaping was half threatening and half coquettish, demanding that he send a letter every week. The high cost of telegrams was not a problem.Therefore, the requirements of the death order must be letters, and they must not be lazy, and the number of words should be written according to conscience, at least a few thousand words or more.

Yang Jiaping sent the letter back to the Yang family's mansion. Because Baoxiang had been in Guangzhou for a while and got tired of Gu Zhang, he came back and saw several letters. The last two were obviously angry. Rather blunt, he was asking Baoxiang why he didn't reply.

Through the lines, Baoxiang could imagine Yang Jiaping's gloomy face. He scratched his head. This kid was not so clingy when he was young, but he became more clingy when he grew up. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and automatically attributed the reason to This child is lonely and lacks love. As he thought about it, the halo of maternal love lingered above his head. He clutched his chest and began to feel sorry for Yang Jiaping. He thought: Did this child eat on time? Oh, back then, he should continue to be with him !

Baoxiang consciously used maternal thinking, looking at Yang Jiaping, he always felt that he was still a young child, even though his height surpassed his own a year ago.It always felt like he was out there alone, even though he was surrounded by a bunch of friends partying all night.I always felt worried that he would be in danger, even though it was Yang Jiaping who beat off the thieves who were blocking the road, and he only got beaten.

Inexplicable thoughts flooded together, thinking that Yangjiaping would be bullied for a while, hungry for a while, and shivering in the torrential rain for a while.It hurt so much that he clutched his chest, feeling sad for no reason.

Not long after, even the letters I wrote were shining with the light of maternal love and worry.

Half a month after the incident, at noon on a sunny day, Yang Jiaping ate and drank enough to shake open Baoxiang's letter. After reading a few lines, he felt a chill all over his body. It took a lot of willpower to read it reluctantly, so that he couldn’t even eat dinner, and couldn’t help but write a long article, strongly imploring Baoxiang to speak human words and stop using words to attack, it’s just too exciting people.This is something.

After finishing writing with a pen, Baoxiang spread the letter paper on the table to air dry, folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, and put it in a drawer.He reached out to touch the other letters in the drawer, a thick stack, addressed to Gu Zhang.But none were sent.Gu Zhang is a wanted criminal by the Beiyang government, and he is afraid that he will bring trouble to Gu Zhang.But with his petty temper, he couldn't help but write it, but he didn't send it out, and it was right to write a diary to relieve his grief.

After leaving Gu Zhang, he was sitting in the cabin, his mind was in a mess, longing was a kind of disease, the disease went deep into the bone marrow, before the distance had reached thousands of mountains and rivers, he began to toss and turn, his heart was itchy, like a A kitten kept scratching with its paws, and had to take a look to get rid of it.

Different from the parting five years ago, five years ago, he was more worried than missing, and he was worried that something bad would happen to him.

But now, he clearly knew that this was a definite longing.Thinking and thinking are all about him, and thinking about him is only for him.Even when I write a letter, I don't know what to say, I want to talk about everything, I want to be sweet and sweet about everything, but when I want to write, I can't write anything.

Black ink dripped down the tip of the brush, and an ink flower bloomed on the clean white letter paper. Baoxiang sighed and scribbled along the ink flower.It's a pity that he has no artistic talent, and he just doesn't know what to say.He simply wrote beside it: Gu Zhang, I miss you so much, I don't know what to write.

He waited for the paper to dry, then folded it and put it in the drawer.

Then he continued to hold the ledger and work hard.

By the time he walked out of the room, it was already dark.In June, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon and stars are sparse.The cool night breeze woke up Baoxiang's drowsy drowsiness. The stars were so clear and the wind was so clear. Baoxiang decided not to go back by car, but to take a walk. Maybe blowing the wind would open his mind. I wandered back all the way, it was not very far anyway.

When we got to the gate, a group of people gathered at the gate, surrounded by three floors inside and outside.He hurried over and squeezed away the spectators, and saw Meng Weiting scolding uncleanly at the top of his voice. In Fangcaodi, five sentences scolded Zhang Chunming for not obeying women's morals, and Baoxiang was also involved.What boiled old lotus root, broken boat shoes and the like.

The Yang family looked at the place, but there were few people, and the only one who could come out to act as a thug was Congratulations to the fat man, but he was only puffy, and he was no match for the hulking Meng Weiting.After three blows and two strikes, he was beaten to the ground.

Baoxiang rushed over, knocked Meng Weiting to the ground like a small cannonball, and kicked him a few times indignantly, but after only 3 minutes of prestige, Meng Weiting got up and was knocked down by him. Then he was elbowed hard in the waist and abdomen, and even vomited out the tea that he drank in the afternoon.

Because Meng Weiting went to gamble, he was paid thousands of dollars by the banker and owed a big debt. These days, he was chased like a mouse across the street, desperate, so he thought of Zhang Chunming, and wanted her to try to get some money from the house.In the end, she was rejected by Zhang Chunming. In a moment of anger, she habitually raised her fist to beat her into submission, but Zhang Chunming fled back.He lived a disobedient life, and even lost his face. He behaved wildly, and even ten girls couldn't compare to him.

Meng Weiting was only seeking money, knowing that Baoxiang was from the Yang family, and he had no shortage of small money, and he hoped to leak some money from Baoxiang's fingers to pay off his debts, so he didn't dare to do anything heavy, just took advantage of his mouth , "If you want to calm things down, send me with money. Don't treat me as a beggar. If there is less money, I will continue to make trouble. The whole city will know about your mess."

Baoxiang was so crushed by him that he couldn't move, he was so pissed off, he never thought that a man could become him, "Damn it, don't even think about it!"

"Okay, you forced me! Believe it or not, I'll come to the newspaper immediately and expose all her past scandals, and see if she dies or I die!" Meng Weiting's veins protruded, his face was ferocious, and Baoxiang was sprayed with saliva.

"You! You are shameless!"

"I can be even more shameless. Believe it or not, I will strip you naked in public! Hmm!" He cut Baoxiang's hands backwards with one hand, and made a gesture to pull his waist pants with the other.

Baoxiang was startled, and quickly kicked him back, but Meng Weiting knelt on his kneecap and locked him tightly. His big hand was untying his belt, and he shouted in a hurry, "I give it! I give it! Let go!"

But his subordinates kept moving, and only slowed down, slowing down Sly.The rough hands brushed the psoas muscles, and Baoxiang felt that it was more uncomfortable than a sharp knife. His eyes were red with anxiety, and he looked up at the crowd, all of them were whispering, or watching the excitement. Someone came out to help him.

"Five thousand! Five thousand! What else do you want! Let go!" He even begged.

"There is no evidence for what you say." At this time, he had the chance to win, and he took the opportunity to make a big fortune from the lion.

"Let go of me, I'll bring it to you right away! No way!"

"Tell that fat man to go!" Meng Weiting nodded his congratulations with his chin.

Baoxiang turned his head with great difficulty, and said to Meng Weiting, who was lying on the ground, groaning constantly, "Give him five thousand."

Congratulations to Baoxiang, hesitating for a moment, and ran into the mansion with two sore legs from the beating.

After a while, he took 5000 yuan and gave it to Meng Weiting.

Meng Weiting saw a thick wad, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket without counting. After he got the money, his brow was resolved, and his narrow heart became narrow again. The moment he let go of Baoxiang, Pulled off his belt.After seeing his screams, he stood up tremblingly, pale and covering his trousers, his small face was blue and red at the same time.Very good, fully satisfying his almost perverted psychology.Meng Weiting rolled on the ground laughing, when he saw Baoxiang running into the gate as if fleeing, the touch in his hand was still there, after he cursed his mother in a low voice, he had to admit that Baoxiang was better than the girls he touched. Still white, tender and smooth, with a distorted smile on his face, dirty thoughts rose again.