National Beer

The sunset and the seagulls flew together, and the sea was always the same color.

As the evening approached, it was time for get off work again. In the orange sunset, Qin Dong hurriedly walked out of the office building with an artificial leather handbag.

The Beijing 212 jeep has long been bathed in sunlight, and the driver Wang Liang has also taken the driving position.

"Go ahead," Qin Dong drove the door, "I'm going to the biscuit factory, and I have to go to the main factory in the evening." These days, he is so busy, the main factory and the branch factories are running between the main factory and the branch factory, and they have to manage during the day. The second branch plant also handles sales matters at night and dispatches the production work of the main plant.

The horn of the 212 jeep made a short beep, and several new security officers immediately opened the silver factory door. The jeep galloped all the way towards the biscuit factory.

Behind him, Wang Liang looked at the jeep away, patted his butt, and walked back into the office...

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Setting up a small stall is better than a county official; when the horn is sounded, not a high official.

After get off work hours, there was a surge of bicycles at the gate of the biscuit factory. With the crisp bells and laughter, Du Xiaoju saw the army-green jeep and heard the short whistle, her face bloomed with the most brilliant sunset.

"Xiaoju, your factory manager Qin is here to pick you up again."

"In the future, Xiaoju, you don't need to ride a bicycle to work at all and let Director Qin send you off..."

"The car picks up the car, our Xiaoju is the real leader..."

...

Several older sisters were joking with Du Xiaoju. Looking at Qin Dong standing in front of the jeep, one of the older sisters couldn't help but sighed, "How long is this? You were still in front of you when you sat down the year before last. Now I’m in a jeep again."

"We still ride bicycles now..." a young female worker smiled heartily, "Xiaoju, someday we also had fun in a jeep, my son has been arguing about taking a car..."

Du Xiaoju also smiled and responded to everyone's joking and jokes. Qin Dong has been promoted too fast in recent years. This is a jeep and a jeep. There are always people who want to jealous, but the biscuit factory knows Du Xiaoju's personality. Good, good-tempered, and good-natured girl, some people find it difficult to say something bad.

Um, Du Xiaoju slowed down, Qin Dong was greeting the director and secretary of the biscuit factory.

"Xiaoju, Qin Dong in your family is now befriending the factory director, and the level is different." A good female worker envied, "You can't look down on us little sisters in the future..."

"Where did you go?" Du Xiaoju looked at her angrily, and took her arm affectionately. The two began to whisper, but her eyes were constantly looking at the young factory director who was so energetic... …

The two of them really get together these days. When they got into the jeep, Du Xiaoju kept looking at Qin Dong, but Qin Dong grabbed her hand. Du Xiaoju did not struggle, and let him hold it like this, a sweet feeling in the narrow. Oil rose in the space.

"Hey, how many days have I not seen Uncle Du?" Holding Du Xiaoju's hand, Qin Dong asked Du Yuan with a smile.

Yes, since Du Yuan said that he doesn’t care about Qin Dong, this old man is gone, Mingcuiliu Restaurant is no longer there, and the old Qin’s house is not here anymore. If nothing happens, he will cook two dishes at home and drink boring wine. He often drinks till the end. I got drunk.

"Why is he competing with himself?" Qin Dong smiled and stepped on the gas, and the car drove towards Mingcuiliu Hotel, "Is it really not for me? Don't worry, he has nothing to do with him for these two days. Look okay..."

"He actually doesn't worry about you," Du Xiaoju explained to his father, "Dadong, you... are you all right, everyone thought they were on fire when they saw the smoke from your factory the day before yesterday..."

"I'm fine," Qin Dong squeezed her hand firmly, "There are struggles everywhere, they can't make waves. When did our Zhongjiawa men bear?"

Of them, Du Xiaoju immediately thought of Lei Xiguang and Du Xudong, although she did not know the latter.

Since Du Xudong was fired, it has spread to all the factories in the district. These years, the director of any factory will not fire a worker at will. Workers dare to shoot the table with the director, but the director has nothing to do with the worker. The factory in the 1980s!

However, Qin Dong expelled such a ruffian. The sisters and eldest sisters in the same department reminded her to tell Qin Dong that she must be careful. This person is not a good one.

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"Be careful."

Qin Dong and Du Xiaoju were in the car, but I didn't know that Du Xiaoshu was already red eyes in front of the Ming Cui Liu Hotel. Even Zhong Xiaojun, who followed behind, also picked up the shovel by the door.

The men in Zhongjiawa are bloody, and they have never suffered from fighting. These young young men in front of them have been drinking from noon until now. They patted their buttocks and wanted to leave. Willow branches stepped forward to check out, and the young men said they didn’t mean anything. , With his hands and feet, Du Xiaoshu, who rushed from behind, picked up the beer bottle on the table and opened the scoop to a young man.

Zhong Xiaoyong directly grabbed the other person's arm, and the few people fought together in a blink of an eye.

"Who, dare to go wild on the Murder Street? I'm tired of living!"

Hearing the noise, Zheng Haifeng, a tall man, brought a group of old and young men on Murder Street with them, kitchen knives, frying spoons, rolling pins...there were many people, and they smashed these young people three or five times. On the ground.

"Give it money." Du Xiaoshu kicked the lead fiercely.

"No money..." A few young people were bleeding, their noses and faces were swollen, and they were all dirty. They were lying pitifully on the ground. They knew this was a wolf's nest, and they won't come to kill them.

"You have no money, are you still eating?" Standing behind Zheng Haifeng and a group of shopkeepers and chefs, Du Xiaoshu squatted down and grinned and grabbed the young man's long hair. Well, he couldn't help but stunned, "It's you!"

"It's not me." The other party looked at Du Xiaoshu in horror, and quickly denied.

"It's not you!" Du Xiaoshu didn't think his head was dirty and pulled away his long hair. Sure enough, there was a new scar on the back of his head, and the hair at the scar hadn't grown yet.

"My day!"

This was the person who smashed the old Qin's glass that day. The new hatred and the old hatred were counted together, and Du Xiaoshu smiled and stood up.

This fight was really tasteless. These young youths couldn't help being beaten so much. It seemed that Du Xiaoshu also wanted to forget it. Zheng Haifeng and others smoked and laughed and prepared to leave.

"Wow!"

A horrible howl made everyone turn their heads, but the sight in front of them made them dumbfounded and frightened!

The young man fell to the ground with blood dripping from his mouth. Du Xiaoshu was kicking him, who was rolling on the floor.

That part of the head, face, body, and legs appeared in front of him, and Du Xiao right kicked that part fiercely, completely ignoring his life and death.The blood slowly soaked the young man's hair, dripping into his eyes, and Du Xiaoshu kicked it endlessly regardless of whether he asked.

Du Xiaoshu's figure is not stout, thin and short, but the aura at this time made Zheng Haifeng start to watch, and the dull kicking sound accompanied by the young man's screams made everyone present feel suffocated. The aura of the face made everyone present dare not make any noise.

This kid is such a evil star!

Zheng Haifeng's cigarette can't smoke anymore. This kid is now a tiger descending the mountain. In the eyes of the king of beasts, everyone else is a lamb to be slaughtered!

"Don't kick, Xiaoshu, if you kick him again, you will kick him to death." Seeing the young youth's complexion and white foam flowing, the willow branches hurriedly stopped.

Zheng Haifeng also stepped forward and grabbed Du Xiaoshu's arm, "Okay, another kick will really kill you."

Du Xiaoshu didn't even look at Zheng Haifeng, and walked toward the other young people. The others looked at him in horror, and immediately began to flap their mouths, "...I was wrong, we were wrong."

The voice was crisp, the ears were loud, and a few purple-red marks appeared on the faces of several people.

Du Xiaoshu turned his head and looked around the gang of neighborhoods on Murder Street. No one dared to raise his head and look at him. The whole audience was silent.

"roll"!

A low-pitched word finally burst out of Du Xiaoshu’s lips and tongue, but he heard the thunder in a silent place. A few young people quickly stopped slapped and looked at Du Xiaoshu. Several people lifted the person lying on the ground and ran away...