Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 58 The old man was beaten

A man walked into the store outside. He was wearing a black shirt and his skin was still a little white. It was Zhang Siwu. He walked straight towards the gangster.

"You want to pay for it? You're like a dog, and even an old man dares to enter my store, come on!"

Hearing this voice, the thin man felt familiar. When he looked around, he was trembling with fright: This person is... that Zhang..., it's him - this shop is called Lao Zhang's Barber Shop!
The thin man had a premonition in his heart, his eyelids began to twitch, and he slumped on the chair as if his waist had softened. His eyebrows and the bridge of his nose no longer wrinkled, but relaxed, but his eyes widened.

Zhang Siwu knew this thin man, so he couldn't help but grabbed his hair, fell off the chair with a bang, and dragged him out.

"Wrong! Brother Zhang! Master! Let me go. I won't dare to do it again! I didn't know this belonged to your family..."

The thin man was dragged on the ground and slid outside: kneeling, he allowed himself to be dragged away without daring to resist.

Lao Zhang was not surprised, and stood there holding the scissors and watching - to be able to do business in the city for so many years, he must be a clever person, otherwise the store would not be able to open long ago.

There have been fewer people coming to collect protection fees this month, and they haven’t come once recently - what else could it be for, to show charity?

"Ugh……"

Lao Zhang sighed. He had known that this child was not easy to get along with since he was a child. Now that he is older, he can no longer control him. But in today's world, even this is...

"You have to be careful in this business."

The figure paused for a moment, said nothing, and continued to drag the old man outside.

……

"Hello everybody, I'm your English teacher Mr Li."

The teacher walked in wearing a white jacket and black trousers. He looked very young, in his 20s, with fair skin and handsome appearance. He also wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed very fashionably and spoke in foreign language.

This is naturally a male teacher. There are very few female teachers in the whole school, and you may not see even one in twenty.

Judging from the appearance and appearance of this teacher, he is easy to talk to. At least he is much kinder than the previous two teachers.

Looking at the English teacher's dress, it reminded Bao Guowei of one thing - maybe it's time to get himself some glasses. A dress with a slicked back and a slicked-back hair is already very bluffing. If he wears another gold Silk glasses can definitely make people stunned in this era.

"Dear students, I am your English teacher Li Guangzhi."

The teacher repeated the story again in Chinese. His tone and style when speaking were very different. There was no trace of rigidity at all, but he was very approachable.

This kind of temperament cannot be cultivated here. He probably came back from studying abroad in the West. A native-born gentleman should be old-fashioned, stern, meticulous, and abide by his dignity. He would never talk to students like this.

Bao Guowei suddenly felt someone leaning on his elbow. He glanced to the right and saw that Guo Chun had done it. He was holding a chicken claw in his hand.

"Eat or not."

Probably because he could see that this teacher was not a tough guy, Guo Chun lowered his head and was gnawing on chicken feet. He probably brought them from the lunch meal and gave some to Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei shook his head gently. Although he loved eating tiger skin and chicken feet, if it made a teacher unhappy, it would definitely be a loss-making business.

Teacher Li Guangzhi’s voice had a lightness to it, which made the atmosphere in the class somewhat relaxed:
"Everyone should study English carefully. You can use it when you go abroad. Let me tell you what the UK is like. There..."

The teacher did not give a lecture directly, but introduced the UK. However, this introduction took a long time.

"Cars are very popular there, there are high-rise buildings everywhere, and there are black and white TVs, and the laws are very..."

The students listened with great concentration, and many students seemed to have seen another world - until the bell rang.

After class, the students all started discussing:

"Is Britain really that powerful?"

"Haha, I've been there, indeed..."

Bao Guowei felt a little depressed. He stared out the window in a daze, the half-hidden autumn sunlight shining on his face, making his appearance even more handsome. "Baozi! Your hairstyle is so handsome!"

Someone shouted, but there was no follow-up. It seemed that Bao Guowei was not in a good mood and no one came to disturb him.

Guo Chun originally wanted to take Bao Guowei to the bathroom, but seeing his "do not disturb" look, he followed Chen Jinhua.

The next section is Chinese language, and the next section is art. As a small subject, the class time is short, and the teacher looks ordinary, no different from ordinary teachers.

The club won't start until next week, it gets dark early in autumn, and it's not peaceful recently, so day students can get out of class at 04:30 in the afternoon.

But there was also homework - in addition to the arithmetic, gewu, and English teachers, several teachers who had never met also came and assigned some copying homework, which was really annoying.

Guo Chun picked up his bag and was about to leave. He also patted Chen Jinhua on the shoulder:

"Chen Jinhua, you have done all the homework for me, and I will bring you steamed buns with meat to eat every day."

Chen Jinhua swallowed his saliva and felt a little excited. Helping Guo Chun copy homework was also his old job. Usually, Guo Chun would occasionally give himself some reward, but most of the time he didn't.

"I want to eat pork belly stuffing."

Guo Chun agreed readily: "Okay, pork belly steamed buns, ask her to brush more sauce on them for you."

Bao Guowei didn't want to copy. He had a very strong memory and could remember everything with just a few glances. Copying was a waste of sleep time.

"Chen Jinhua, can you copy it for me? I'll bring you an egg to eat tomorrow."

This time, Chen Jinhua was a little happy. Two people had already asked him to copy his homework, which made him feel needed. He also remembered the phrase "the stars hold the moon" that he learned in Chinese class, but …

"Boom."

Bao Guowei threw two pencils on Chen Jinhua's desk. The pencils rolled on the slightly tilted tabletop.

Chen Jinhua's own pen was so short that he had to pinch it with his fingers to use it. If he were to copy for two people, he might not be able to write even if the pen ran out.

"it is good!"

Chen Jinhua reached out and grabbed two pencils. This time he had no worries.

After declining Guo Chun's invitation to play basketball on the playground, Bao Guowei walked alone on the west alley, preparing to leave school and find his old man to help him get a pair of glasses.

Although the sky was a little dark, I could still make out Teacher Song, who was teaching the study of objects, standing on the path ahead, and there was a fat man next to him.

Teacher Song stood next to the red banner that read: Welcome Winter and Praise the Three Friends, and loudly rebuked a fat man in his 50s and [-]s in front of him.

"Who put up this thing! Using fabric as a banner! Take it down quickly! Do you know how many people outside can't even wear autumn clothes! It's so shameless!"

The fat man lowered his head. Hearing Song Xian's voice, he couldn't help but feel a little afraid. He said solemnly: "This is requested by the Parent Committee and has nothing to do with the school."

Since the Suzhou Government Affairs Committee promulgated the document "About the Taxation Issues of Textile Products Entering the City", the textile factories in the city have begun to suspend work collectively, and the price of clothing has skyrocketed. Many people can no longer afford to wear clothes, and now they are still doing this in schools. Come out, it's simply a provocation...

Teacher Song stroked his forehead, as if his head hurt from anger.

"People from the Parent Committee should not allow these fat-bellied people to get involved in campus affairs. Soon, the entire school will be turned into a mess by them!"

The fat man looked at his belly, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and carefully looked at Teacher Song: "Then, do you want this banner..."

"Tear it down! Cut it into strips of cloth and donate it. I'll pay for it!"

The bloody banner that Bao Guowei found very annoying was torn down.

　What I'm talking about is breaking the news. I don't know why many people think it's a eunuch?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)