My little dad, you can't afford to mess with me

It was the evening rush hour, and on the one-way street of the shop street in the shanty town, Xiaobao made nine turns and eighteen turns on the small slope road, flying through the clouds and fog, and Daben followed behind, stopping and going.

Mr. Shang: "..."

Was molested badly.

Mr. Shang couldn't bear it anymore, and ordered the driver to find a place to stop, and he planned to walk to the destination by himself.

At this moment, without warning, Little Bread suddenly swung its tail like a dragon, and it was fixed.

The driver of Daben was startled, and then stepped on the brakes suddenly, almost rear-end.

The old man poked his head out of Xiaobain's car window and yelled something to the "Lao Wang Pancake Shop" on the side of the road. The shop owner replied "Okay" and rushed over with a bunch of candied haws in his hand.

Then they chatted.

Da Ben: "..."

How precious is my lord's 1 minute? Did you make it? You're in a hurry.

The driver of Daben blew his horn shortly with a dark face.

The old man who opened the bun glanced at this side, quickly made a bow, and took two mouthfuls of candied haws. The pancake shop old king took a step back and said loudly, "Uncle San, remember, come to our house for dinner at six o'clock."

"Got it, just send the car back."

The old man greeted and shrank back into the car window.

I don't know how he tossed about it, but I saw that the bun raised up, trembled, and didn't put it into gear.

Blowing out big black smoke, it slid straight back and turned a corner.

Mist grass? !

Seeing this, the driver of Daben frantically tried to back up the car, but it was too late, and Little Bun wobbled around and hit him with his butt.

Mr. Shang: "?????"

Bang——

There was a sudden sound on the one-way street.

There was silence for a while.

The driver of Daben was like a dog, and looked back at his master nervously.

This bump was so severe that Mr. Shang almost twisted his neck, the expression on his face was also distorted, and his hands were shaking with anger.

Mr. Shang: "I don't care whether the thing in front of me burns wood or coal, let that old guy come over quickly and give me an explanation!"

The driver swallowed his throat: "Yes!"

Here.

In the white van.

Dabai got into trouble again, Mr. Shen was heartbroken for a while, thinking that he hadn't driven a car for more than ten years, and finally had the opportunity to practice "Xiaopo Qi", but his foot slipped, his hands were disobedient, and the car slipped.

It’s over.

How much money would you have to lose if you bumped into Daben behind you?

Don't panic, don't panic, Xiao Lang has insurance for Da Bai, and Da Ben must have insurance too.

Mr. Shen was stunned in the driver's seat, and through the rearview mirror, he saw the driver of Daben getting off the car with a livid face.

The old man panicked, his eyeballs rolled around, looked around, his eyes lit up, he hurriedly opened the car door and jumped out, rushing towards Lao Wang's second treasure who was squatting on the side of the road and playing.

Mr. Shen said loudly: "Oh! Are you okay? Fortunately, I reacted quickly, so don't jaywalk the road next time!"

Wang Erbao looked confused: "?????"

Daben driver: "..."

Wang Erbao stood up: "What are you talking about, Grandpa Shen?"

Old Man Shen winked at the child: "..."

The old man turned around with a face full of embarrassment and looked at the driver of Daben: "Little brother, look at this..."

In fact, after the driver of Daben got off the car, he was a little surprised when he saw the old man driving the bun. The old man looked too old, and he was quite helpless. At such an age, you can't blackmail the elderly.

Looking at the old man again, with a sky-collapsing expression on his face, he squatted on the ground and scratched his head, muttering softly: "It's over, it's over..."

The driver let out a weak breath: "Grandpa, you don't need to pay for the car, we have insurance..."

As soon as the words were finished, Old Master Shen's expression changed, Huo Di stood up and smiled: "Really, that's great, I also have insurance."

driver:"……"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, Mr. Shen took out his mobile phone and started dialing the insurance company. The driver stood aside, in a dilemma, stretched his neck to look at Daben who had an extra hole, and saw his master poking his head out from the back seat.

Mr. Shang probably guessed the situation and drove the door down.

Old Man Shen held up the phone and talked for a while, then hung up.

Nearby, two old men stood facing each other.

Seeing that the other party is of the same age, take a closer look.

Mr. Shang wondered: "How old are you? You still drive. Do you have a notebook?"

Lao Shen has always been dissatisfied with the old, and he was not happy when he heard this, and said anxiously: "Yes, why not, do I dare to drive without a book, I am a 30-year-old driver!"

"Return to the old driver, old driver, you slipped the car?" Old Man Shang laughed, "Don't let the driver know when you are old?"

"Who is too old?" the old ginseng was angry. "I'm only 69, and I can still drive for a year! The police don't care, so what about you?"

Old Master Shang was stunned. This old guy is actually the same age as him, so he looks too old, right?

Mr. Shang: "69...Okay, let's ask the traffic police? You go to the police station and drive for a year!"

Mr. Shen: "The law clearly stipulates, you old law-blind."

"!!you!"

Damn it, Mr. Shang stared at the passers-by, held back for a long time, and said:

"You old man!"

"You don't match? You have several horses!"

"……Hold……"

"What? What are you scolding?" Mr. Shen interrupted him, staring at him, "Stop swearing, if you were young, I would have arrested you! You are dressed like a dog, civilized Driving, civilized solution, you know?"

Without waiting for Mr. Shang to get angry, Mr. Shen fumbled in his trouser pocket for a long time, and took out a small notebook:

"Look, I have a C1 driver's license. I'm not allowed to drive until I'm 69 years old. I'm only [-]. I didn't make it up."

Mr. Shang stared at the photo above for a while.

"You old guy, you've been here for a year and a half, what are you fussing about?" Mr. Shang snorted, "Didn't you see that all the people driving on the road are children? They are old and clumsy, and they will only cause trouble for young people."

"Hey, whoever you say is old, I'm..."

"You are only 69."

"That's right, that's right, you can't say that," Mr. Shen muttered, "It's a year if you can open it for one more year. I can go wherever I want." He looked up and down at Mr. Shang, "You don't know how to drive?"

Mr. Shang raised his head: "Of course, but I hired a driver, so I can go wherever I want, without having to worry myself."

"Rich man," Mr. Shen smiled contemptuously, "What's the point of that? Driving is a man's romance. Do you know the speed and passion?"

"..."

Mr. Shang choked.

"Brother, how old are you, are you 65?"

"Same, same age as you, two months younger than you."

"...It's not like that."

"It's all old guys."

For some reason, the two fell silent.

After a while, Mr. Shang touched the Mediterranean Sea's bald head, and sighed softly: "...I'm getting older, and I can't keep up with my eyes. The old lady and children at home don't get out of the way."

Old Man Shen blinked and grinned: "Then drive it at the door of our house. Like me, I drive on this road. I go around ten times a day to have fun. Otherwise, after a year, I will definitely have regrets."

Old Master Shang avoided him on the sidewalk: "What's the pity, I'll go fishing now when I'm free."

"Can you still fish? Yes, there is no age limit for fishing."

"I can do anything."

"A man of skill."

Mr. Shen took out his elderly phone and checked the time. The insurance company arrived in about half an hour. Fortunately, the two cars collided on the side of the road and there was no gambling.

There was an accident, and the car must not be moved. Seeing that the other party did not intend to get in the car, Mr. Shen looked at Dabai, and said with a smile:

"I know everything, I can drive, I can fish, I can do this and that, I can play chess, how about a game?"

"I'm going over there."

Mr. Shang pointed in the direction of the grocery store.

"I'll go there later," Old Man Shen said, "You can't go, you've seen the situation, leave the little driver here, and make me look like I'm bullying someone else's child."

Mr. Shang: "..."

So, Old Man Shen took out a worn-out chess set from the big white cart, which was made of grease, and spread it on the floor, and took two thick small mats and put them on the curb, so that Old Man Shang could sit down.

The two of them started to play chess while waiting for the insurance company to come. From time to time, they heard: "General!"

When the person in charge of the insurance company arrived, he saw such a scene.

The two old men were sitting on the curb, surrounded by many neighbors.

"Going wrong..."

"Mom, there is no regret chess!"

"Armor."

"The soldiers walked sideways before crossing the river? Huh? Are you a special soldier on a horse?"

"..."

"General!"

"You old man..."

Arriving home at 06:30, San Lang parked his BMW at the entrance of the grocery store. Xiao Li, the hairdresser assistant in the opposite hair salon, was helping to look after the shop. He said that Mr. Shen had gone to the pancake shop for dinner, and Lao Wang celebrated his birthday today.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a customer in the shop.

Xiao Li sat behind the counter with Mrs. Zhao Cai in his arms, looking at the man blankly.

The customer is a man. Judging by his figure, he should be middle-aged and elderly, right?

He was standing in front of the counter, picking things out. He couldn't tell his age, but he was wearing a mink forward hat with the brim pushed down very low, sunglasses and a black mask. If it is too high, it will not be a serious person at first glance.

Shan Lang was dressed in a formal suit, with long legs and a long body, and he entered the house in a hurry.

Seeing that Shen Lang finally came back, Xiao Li seemed to see a savior, threw the orange cat on the counter, got up and came to meet him.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at him questioningly.

Xiao Li winked, glanced back at the strange man, and took Shen Lang's arm to walk towards the back hall.

The two avoided the entrance of the back hall, and Shen Lang asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Li said "Oops", covered his mouth carefully, and said seriously: "That person is abnormal, like a secret agent, he scared me to death, I thought he was going to be robbed..."

Shen Lang laughed: "How is it possible, what does he want to buy?"

Xiao Li: "I picked and picked for a long time. I asked him, but he didn't say anything. Later, he said, I want to buy a notebook, so I gave him a stack and asked him to pick it himself. In the end, I kept picking and picked half of it." It's hours."

Shen Lang frowned: "What can I choose?"

Xiao Li: "He said that our book binding is not good, and it will split in the middle. I brought him good quality, expensive ones, leather-bound ones, glued ones, stitched ones, thick ones, thin ones. Yes...he flipped through page by page, rubbed page after page, and checked carefully for more than half an hour, just like reading a storybook."

San Lang: "..."

The two returned to the front of the shop, Xiao Li said hello and left.

Shen Lang walked into the counter with the cat in his arms, and said with a smile: "Sir, our family's notebooks are all purchased from legitimate channels, and these brands are all famous stationery companies. The book is also very famous, if it’s really not good, you can choose a few first, take it back and use it, if you don’t use it well, I will give it to you for free, and when you have time to pass by here, I will send the money for the book.”

Mr. Shang raised his eyes: "..."

Shen Lang smiled: "What do you think?"

Just now the insurance company settled the issue of compensation for the accident, Mr. Shang went off the road, drove too far, and the one-way street refused to let him turn back. After he came back, he didn't see the old Shen who was playing chess with him, so he just missed it.

"I won't pass by here in the future." Old Man Shang said.

Peach blossom eyes crooked: "Then take it as an excuse and form a good relationship."

Mr. Shang put out the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his old hands, pressed his index finger on the sunglasses, and looked at the young man for a while with his eyes exposed: "I work as a security guard in the city, so I'm used to this attire."

Shen Lang smiled and nodded indifferently: "Well, take it slowly."

Just in time, another customer came to the door.

It was a migrant worker who was renting a house nearby, wearing camouflage overalls and a construction worker's attire, and patted the dust on his body at the door of the grocery store.

Recently, buildings are being built in many places outside the Fifth Ring Road, and those who come out to work basically live in the shantytowns.

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead and looked quite tired. He entered the door and greeted San Lang with a nod. Cheap little ham sausages.

He put the instant noodles on the counter and took out five yuan from his pocket: "Brother, is that enough?"

Shen Lang smiled: "Exactly."

"I'm hungry, home is far away, is there hot water?"

"The drinking fountain is over there."

The middle-aged man glanced at the strangely dressed man beside him, and tore open the instant noodle box to fetch hot water.

Mr. Shang fiddled with the notepad on the counter, and whispered: "I walked around the store just now, and his box of noodles costs [-] yuan. No matter how cheap the ham sausage is, it won't cost [-] cents. Is it really just right?"

Shen Lang was still smiling: "Exactly."

Old Master Shang remained silent, staring at the young man's beautiful and outrageous face.

During the Spring Festival, Mr. Shang once saw him in a TV commercial. In reality, he seemed to be a little more aura. No wonder his son fell in love with him, and he couldn't pick him just because of his looks.

Mr. Shang put down his notebook: "...Why is it just right?"

"It's not easy, I've been tired all day."

The young man with peach blossom eyes drooped, probably tired, murmured softly as if talking to himself:

"It's just right for the store to open here. It's just right when he's hungry, and I'm in the right mood. When I catch up, everything is just right, isn't it great?"

Through the tight disguise, he couldn't see Mr. Shang's expression clearly.

Yes, a hundred years of life is inherently difficult, whether you meet people or deal with things, the most rare thing is being just right.

The middle-aged man picked up hot water by the water dispenser, put it on the window sill for a long time, snoring and eating.

The aroma of instant noodles wafted from the grocery store.

After eating more than half of the instant noodles, the middle-aged man lowered his head and thought for a while, took out a two-yuan coin from his pocket, and bought two hillbilly eggs, carefully squeezed them into the instant noodle box, ate them voraciously, and looked at the With the rest of the instant noodle soup base.

Still not full.

Just when he was silent, he suddenly heard movement behind him. Looking back, he saw a young man coming with a big spoon.

San Lang walked up to him, added a spoonful of tea eggs and marinated quail eggs to him, five or six of them, and said with a smile: "My fellow, eat enough."

Middle-aged man: "..."

San Lang turned around and walked towards the kitchen in the back hall.

The stout man looked up at the young man's back for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and continued to eat: "Yeah."

When I came out of the kitchen, the weirdo at the counter had already left.

After observing for a while, San Lang took away a black leather notepad on the counter, and pressed a hundred yuan bills under Mrs. Zhao Cai's paws.

The young man smiled and pulled the cigarette butt of the ashtray.

Has anyone seen a security guard wearing an Amani coat, TOD'S leather shoes, a mink fur hat, and smoking soft China?

People from Shang Yuxian's side?

What are you here to hear?

After the middle-aged man left, San Lang was about to go upstairs to change when he received a WeChat message from Zhu Zhong.

Zhu Zhong: "In order to avoid the situation of 'self-question and self-answer' like this afternoon, we all agree that it is better to memorize the most difficult and the most difficult expression questions in the department, and you will definitely get a high score by then. Mr. Shi just now I have summed up a copy of the entrance examination questions for the public relations department for you, let me pass it on to you, you accept it, and remember to memorize it."

Hearing Zhu Zhong's reminder, Shen Lang remembered——

In the exam this afternoon, the newly promoted elites got two papers. The first one is multiple choice questions, fill in the blank questions, enterprise overview and practical questions.The other is a large white paper with only "expression questions" written on it, saying that "ask yourself and answer the questions yourself, you won't get high marks if the questions are easy, and you can't write if the questions are difficult."

Only a tyrant with a vicious tongue and a messy belly can think of such a bad idea to make things difficult for Mengxin.

Shen Lang decided to stay up all night and memorize all the most difficult questions. When the time comes, he will get a perfect score if he just writes one.

Not long after, my grandfather called.

Mr. Shen celebrated the birthday of Lao Wang of the pancake shop, drank some wine, and asked drunkenly: "Xiao Lang, how much is the tea you brought back for me during the Chinese New Year?"

San Lang paused: "Seventy... yuan."

"One or two?"

"Ah."

"That's great. I gave a few old guys a taste. They all drank well and thought it was very good."

"That's right."

That's 70 kilograms of tea!

"Xiao Lang, those grandfathers of yours who love to drink tea say it's delicious. If you want it, I've already promised them. I'll treat them. You can bring me another [-] catties on Saturday. I'll give it away."

Shen Lang: "?!?!?"

Prodigal and stinky old man, buy rice for twenty catties?Even if you sell the grocery store, you can't afford it!

I don't even know where to start complaining.

On Tuesday afternoon, the newly promoted elites came to the meeting room on the 64th floor again to continue the exam.

This time it is a comprehensive ability test, which is much more confident than the departmental test, and the newbies seem to be more than yesterday.

San Lang was still sitting in yesterday's position, the last row, and Zhu Zhong was sitting next to him across the aisle, they were not as trembling as yesterday.

Tao Huayan looked in the direction of the gate, and smiled happily and confidently.

Shen Lang smiled: "Little Zhu..."

Zhu Zhong: "???"

Zhu Zhong stared at him in a daze for a while, then suddenly lowered his head to look under himself.

Shen Lang: "What are you looking at? Let me tell you, I memorized all the essay questions of the past ten years overnight, and they are all high-scoring questions."

Zhu Zhong: "What were you laughing at?"

Shen Lang: "I'm full of confidence, so I have to laugh."

Zhu Zhong: "Ah...you smile too...too...that, just like Mona Lisa's smile, if you are a girl and smile at me like that, it must be because I forgot to zip my pants gone."

Shen Lang: "...fuck."

At this moment, Shen Qiangwei brought her elite team in.

After a while, Xiao Fang and Xiao Yuan also came in, and the time Shang Yuxian came in was no different from yesterday.

as predicted.

Everyone guessed right. After the exam papers were sent out, it was the same as yesterday. There were two papers. One was filled with questions, and the other paper was blank. Sure enough... sure enough...

Obviously, the big baby is going to be deflated this time, and the old routine no longer works for everyone.

There are policies above and countermeasures below.

Mr. Shang didn't even change his lines, ho ho.

The newbies were tense, and they were all very excited sitting on the stepped chairs.

Sitting on the podium, Mr. Shang was so magnificent that he said deeply into the microphone:

"One piece of expression question, now write the question first, if it is too difficult, you will not write it, if it is too easy, you will not get high marks, you can figure it out."

Zhu Zhong happily lay down on the table and began to write.

Shen Lang also felt exhilarated, and quickly wrote down the super-difficult and high-scoring questions that he could memorize fluently, with answers that were as difficult to memorize as a retail study paper.

After a while, the freshmen finished writing and were about to start answering the paper when Shang Yuxian suddenly said "wait a minute".

Newbies: "???"

Shang Yuxian lowered his eyes and said to the microphone expressionlessly:

"Everyone, please pass the piece of paper on which you have written your questions to the back. Colleagues in the last row, please bring the questions to the first row."

Everyone: "!!!!!!!!!"

For a moment, the newcomers in the stepped meeting room seemed to have passed through collectively, and the surroundings were quiet, as if there was no one there...

Suddenly, I heard a "wow" sound.

There's panic... there's sobbing... there's hysteria...

...How bad is this president?Ahhhhh!

This is the devil, the devil!

San Lang didn't know what to say for a while, he stiffened on the chair, looking at his lover who was sitting in the distance in a suit and leather shoes.

It's just... madam...

It's so exciting!

Then, Shen Lang sat there upright, watching Zhu Zhong send himself and the questions he wrote to the first row, and then received a paper with unfamiliar questions from the front row.

Who is that guy in the front row, what kind of question is written about killing thousands of swords...

There were tears in Zhu Zhong's eyes.

Everyone is not very well...

Ok.

I won't answer, huh, huh.

An hour later, a slim girl stood up gracefully and handed in the blank paper.

By the way, basically everyone is the same as Zhu Zhong.

However, soon some elite seniors discovered——

Everyone was devastated, except for the handsome young man sitting in the last row, who was actually very secure and confident.

Everyone said that it was Mr. Shang's lover.

……