City Marshal

Everyone present was astonished!Zhou Yafu was more like a pool of stagnant water being stirred up by someone suddenly, his eyes shot out a flash of light, but Chu Tian's question made him unable to react at all, just like when a person goes bankrupt and wants to die, you Suddenly told him that the lottery ticket he bought had won 3 million.

I believe that the other party will also be stunned.

Chu Tian leaned on the large chair, held a document and said, "This is the letter of appointment for the chief of the fifth section. I have stamped his name and official seal, and the column for the appointee is still empty. If you are confident, You will sign your name on the blank column later, and if you don’t, get out and go home.”

Speaking of this, Chu Tian threw the document to Wei Min: "You wait for Zhou Yafu for me, he will be announced as soon as he signs it!"

"I don't have time to stay here, I'm going home for dinner!"

Holding the red-headed document, Wei Min kept his mouth wide open and remained silent. When he looked up again, Chu Tian had already walked out of the door. Section Chief Niu also gave the two of them a chuckle before leaving, and then quickly walked out of the director's office. Significantly closed the door, leaving only two people thinking.

When Section Chief Niu came out and saw Chu Tian get into the car, a trace of admiration flashed across his face. With such a loving and righteous master, it would be a bastard for a subordinate not to work hard. His character is recognized from the bottom of his heart, and Zhou Yafu can make a comeback... Generosity!The convoy headed towards Qianlong Garden splashing rain.

Chu Tian picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Feng Wuqing and Haizi respectively. He had already asked Shen Binger to book a plane ticket, and he was going to fly to Chengdu to settle the war tonight, so he went home from the National Security Bureau in advance to pack his things, and came and went in a hurry. Now it has almost become the main rhythm of his life!Because of the heavy rain, the car drove quite slowly.

At the same time, there are two tables and seven or eight chairs at a noodle stall at a corner. The boss is constantly stirring hot soup to emit aroma to lure passers-by. Although it is such a weather to eat noodles and drink soup It's a very pleasant thing, but there are still no customers at the noodle stall.

In this weather, staying at home is far more comfortable than eating noodles and soup.

When the thin boss looked at the empty table and sighed softly, a chanting came from behind, the boss smiled lightly, the old customer came, although he did not earn much money, at least a customer was a bit popular, not to mention the cold weather He even came to help himself, so he should welcome him warmly.

So he turned his head to look sideways, and he saw a cloth-shoe monk coming in the rain, holding an insulated box in his hand, a wine jug hanging on his waist, and a half-faded Buddhist bead wrapped around his neck. Although the things are a little worn out, the smile on the face is very exuberant.

"Boss, have a big bowl of tripe noodles and add more chopped green onions!"

Hearing that the monk broke the precept to eat meat, the skinny boss didn't show too much surprise. He had dealt with the monk a few times, and he knew that this was the wine and meat monk kept in the Buddha's heart. Responded: "Okay, Master, just wait for 2 minutes!"

The monk sat down on the chair, picked up the flagon and took two sips of spirits, then looked at the gloomy sky with heavy rain and muttered to himself: "Damn it, how many days has it been raining, let it rain again, my master!" Where do you go for alms? No luck, no money, how can I save all living beings?" Hearing his shocking words, the boss smiled and replied: "Master, don't worry, the rain will stop in two days! You don't have to Be anxious, besides, you really have no chance, can't you go to those temples to place orders? There are temples with strong incense everywhere in this capital!"

While chatting and laughing, a bowl of tripe noodles was served.

Stirring around with chopsticks, the monk spoke helplessly: "It's not easy to be a monk now. You have no background, no backer, and no name. People directly slander you for cheating. I have walked four or five times these days. In the end, they were all driven out of the temple unceremoniously!"

The skinny boss smiled: "Then you can report yourself to the temple for shaving?" Then he patted his head: "By the way, master, where did you come from?" The monk's hand holding the chopsticks hesitated slightly, and then he was quite Reluctantly replied: "I came from Taiwan, and indeed I have a dharma name that I can use, but I can't report it. I committed something there, and I was known to be a fool in the capital. I want to be arrested and go back. ..." The skinny boss didn't expect this guy to hide so many things, and he felt a little pity at the moment: "Master, we are brothers all over the world, it is fate that you and I know each other, and you have helped me for almost two months, how about it, if it's because A rainy day can’t help you, so you come to my place to eat!”

"There is no luxury meal, noodles and noodle soup are enough!"

The monk showed a slight smile, and raised his hand in return: "Thank you, the benefactor!"

"I really can't get along, I will definitely come to you!"

"Boss, bring me some more noodle soup, by the way, pack another box of beef soup!"

The skinny boss responded, "Okay!"

While the monk was engrossed in eating, a convoy drove out from the corner of the street not far away. It was not luxurious but powerful. Hearing the movement, the monk raised his head and bit a vegetable in his mouth. His sharp eyes swept across the convoy. Suddenly, the car with the open window flashed a side face.

"It's him? It's him!!"

The monk threw the bowls and chopsticks and shot at the convoy like a sharp sword, but the sporadic pedestrians and vehicles on the street slowed him down for a while. When he chased around the corner, the convoy had disappeared without a trace, and the monk ignored his wet clothes , wiped the rain on his face and sighed: "Good fortune tricks people!"

However, joy flashed across his face: "It's really not a mistake to come to the capital!"

Half an hour later, the monk knocked on an apartment in Chaoyang Homeland.

"Master, why are you so wet?" A girl who opened the door was surprised, it was Liu Ningning who was about to take over, and then, another delicate woman appeared in the room, and she couldn't help but said in a daze: "Master, so You go out for alms in the cold weather? Why don’t you bring an umbrella? Come in, come in..." The monk chuckled, rubbed his head and said, "I just went out to eat noodles and met an old acquaintance, so I rushed out when I got excited. Hug, so I was drenched, promise, this is the beef soup I packed for you, don't go out in such cold weather!"

He handed the box to Liu Ningning, clapped his hands and said, "I'm going back to change! See you another day!"

Then he looked at Liu Ningning and added: "Benefactor Liu, if those gangsters still dare to harass you, you can call the old monk, and the old monk will come to save them..." At this moment, Liu Ningning's face froze: "Master, Here they come..." The monk turned his head and saw seven or eight gangsters approaching with iron bars, the leader of whom was shaking his yellow hair and shouting loudly: "Old bald donkey, I knew you would show up here sooner or later , we've been guarding you for two weeks, and you fucking meddle in your own business."

"If you hurt our two brothers, I will send you to see the Buddha today!"

Before the monk could answer, Liu Ningning shouted, "If you come again, I will call the police!"

Hearing the alarm, the gangsters hesitated for a moment, and then a gangster wearing an earring said: "Brother, as long as you don't move the girl, the police won't bother us. As for this fake monk who has no temple, let's take him If you kill him, the police won't take a second look!"

The leading gangster nodded, and then shouted: "Brothers, go!"

Seven or eight gangsters charged at the monk like sharp swords, howling like wild dogs in the wilderness.

The latter shook his head lightly, took off the beads and sang loudly: "Ani Tuo Buddha! So good! So good!"

Then, he greeted him!Wielding the Buddhist beads strung together with 81 wooden beads, he worked left and right at this group of vicious gangsters. He struck quickly, tricky and imposing, but he was quite measured. He just swept the opponent to the ground without killing anyone.

Three minutes later, seven or eight gangsters fell to the ground in front of them, howling.

The monk hung the beads back around his neck, folded his hands together, and said, "Almsgiver, let's go!"

"If you don't leave, the police are coming!"

The gangsters gave the monk a bitter look, and then scrambled away: "Old bald donkey, you wait! I will kill you sooner or later!"

The other party dropped the last harsh words and disappeared into the elevator.