Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

I said: "It's okay, Director Sun's gun went off just now. Don't worry, it didn't hurt anyone."

When I was talking, Director Xiong was already under the theater. Hearing my explanation, he murmured: "Fire? Five or six shots in a row? Is your gun equipped with automatic bursts?"

Seeing the actors and actresses disembarking with their burdens, Director Xiong kindly went over to help. Unexpectedly, those people were evasive and tried to avoid Mr. Bear from touching the things in his bag. There is no silver three hundred taels here. This way Director Xiong became more suspicious.

When he saw someone coming down with the theatrical troupe on his back, Xiong Ba stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with him? Is it okay?"

"It's okay, the troupe boss slipped on the boat just now and hit his head on the stage. Just go back and have a rest." Xiao Laodao, who had not spoken behind, said.

At this moment something should happen. What came down behind Xiao Lao Dao was Wen Chou in the troupe. He held two burdens in his hand, one was his own, and the other belonged to the troupe owner who was in a coma. When disembarking the ship, the two baggages he carried fell sharply. He stepped on the empty foot and the person fell off the pedal.

Director Xiong had sharp eyes and helped him when he landed. Although this Wen Chou didn't fall, he didn't catch the baggage in his hand. The baggage fell on the ground and scattered, and the gold and silver ingots fell on the ground.

The eyes of Director Xiong and our village chief were straight at the time. Is singing so profitable?

"Don't leave!" Director Xiong shouted, walked in front of me and Fatty Sun, pointed at the gold and silver ingots all over the floor and said: "Two leaders, don't you explain these things?"

Look at it! Compared with the director Xiong who was stupefied by Fatty Sun yesterday, Xiong Ba now has a bit of responsibility, and even dared to speak to the director.

Director Xiong saw that Fatty Sun and I were not talking, so he caught Wen Chou, "You said, what's the matter?" Wen Chou was dumbfounded. What happened on the boat just now made him scared. Director Xiong was so frightened that he directly overwhelmed his psychological defense and explained what had happened on the ship just now. He said and made gestures, adding his imagination, adding fuel and jealousy.

After hearing this, Xiong Ba and the village chief had different reactions. Director Xiong glared at Wen Chou, and said, "Even if you make up a story, make up a better one? You say, you make up a ghost story. Can I believe it? ?"

"Old Xiong, you wait first." The village chief stopped him and said to me back: "Chief Shen, you are the leader or one of the parties. Let's talk about it."

I smiled and glanced at him, and said, "You believe what I said?"

The village head also pulled Director Xiong over and said, "I know that you are now a big leader and will not lie to your fellow villagers. As long as you say, I and old Xiong believe it!"

Xiong Ba also nodded and said, "Chief Shen, just say it. Without you, it would be difficult for us to do it."

I nodded, pointing at the hapless Wen Chou and said, "He said the same thing. It's almost the same after pinching the Four Seas Dragon King and Taishang Laojun. Believe it or not."

Director Xiong really couldn't accept it, his face sank, and he said, "Sink..." Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by the village chief. The village chief said, "I believe it."

Seeing Director Xiong's surprised look, the village chief turned his head and said to him: "In the past, when someone in the village was fishing in the river, they fished out this kind of ingot, and the color is similar to that on the ground."

After a pause, the village chief came to the topic: "No matter how the things on the ground come from, they belong to our Xiaoqinghe Village. You just take it away, right?"

While arguing, my grandfather and his third uncle and my relatives also rushed over. Seeing the ingots all over the floor, fire broke out in everyone's eyes. Everyone insists on the ownership of this ingot. Even, Xiao Lao Dao said that these ingots are Raksha bones, a means used by evil spirits to confuse the world. He wants to seal all the ingots in the underground palace of Lingyun Temple, and suppress the evil spirits on the ingots with the righteousness of Taoism. Gas.

"Old Xiao Dao, you can pull it down." There is no fool in the old Shen family. It is my father who is talking, "Lingyunguan? Is it Lingyunguan film and television entertainment company? Seal the ingot in the underground palace? Is it sealed in your company's vegetable cellar? ?"

In the end, my grandpa said something. It was not easy to be frightened this evening. This batch of ingots cut cabbage with a big knife, half of the family. Half is better than nothing. At this time, the theater troupe hadn't woken up yet, and a martial artist was finally in charge. Half of the family is half of the family, but after the division is over, the troupe will leave immediately, and the rest of the play will not be sung.

No one cared whether he was singing or not. Grandpa glanced at Director Xiong who was doing nothing for a while, and whispered a few words with the village chief. The village chief nodded and walked to Xiong Ba's body and dragged him into the woods by the river. The two did not know what they had said. When they came back, the village chief was the only one, if not seeing the bear from a distance. The figure walking back really thought he was killed by the village chief.

The troupe dared not go back to the village and called their people to the river. In front of my grandfather, they divided the ingots. They didn't dare to stay for a long time. They took their share, got in the car (their own, a Yellow River bus) and left the boundary of Xiaoqinghe Village.

When the theater troupe left, Fatty Sun squinted his eyes and looked at Xiao Lao Dao and said, "Old Dao, they are all gone. What about you? Don't pretend to be confused. If you can't pretend to pass, please get some gold."

Xiao Lao Dao glared at him and said, "I tell you, the monks don’t distinguish between directors and directors. You are useless to me. Besides, you are an outsider. This is our Xiao Qinghe’s housework. What's the matter with you?"

"Don't say that, he is a foreigner, Xiao Lao Dao, you don't seem to be a local, right?" It was my father who was talking, and he and Xiao Lao Dao never dealt with it. Since I was a child, Xiao Lao Dao wanted to accept me as an apprentice, and my father had determined that he was a human trafficker, and for the sake of my grandfather's face, he did not dare to turn his face. Now, half to give her head to Ting Sun, half to vent herself, and fired at Xiao Lao Dao, "I remember you are not a local, smash the Lingyun Guan that you entered in the Gang of Four that year? At that time, Ling Yun Guan's old way His surname is Wei, you only took Ling Yunguan after he died."

Old Xiao Dao's face was half blue and half white, and he couldn't find a reason to refute my father's words. Finally, my grandfather said, "Old Xiao, don’t drag yourself. The troupe has divided the ingots. If you don’t, you can’t justify it. So, it’s not easy for you to see, so just take out the silver ones. , You leave a little more gold."

Grandpa was kind, but Xiao Old Dao almost didn't cry when he heard it. His baggage was filled with gold ingots. He almost didn't fight with the troupe boss in order to grab this thing. Who is it for?

These ingots were moved to the village committee's road, the grandfather did not know how to say, the village head actually agreed to separate 30% of the ingots to the Shen clan as public expense. And he gave it extremely generously: "Old Uncle Shen, if you say so, you are out of sight. You didn't move to your own house. Anyway, it hasn't been accounted for. I will give you 30% of the old Shen family. If it is not enough, you will talk again."

In my memory, I have never seen a village head so generous. This village head used to be a brigade accountant, a famous iron abacus, and his specialty is geese plucking hair. Now that he can be so generous, is it possible to look at the "hall next to me" Long" face?

I was thinking about it. The village chief over there has already given the answer: "Old Uncle Shen, I have something to add to you. Where did you say so many ingots come from? Director Shen, don’t get me wrong, I No other meaning. On the contrary, I believe 100% of what you just said."

"What the **** do you mean? Let's just say, don't go around in circles, then go around yourself." Before I could speak, Grandpa had already picked up his words.

Fatty Sun also walked to my side and whispered: "Be careful, you village chief has his eyes turned straight when talking, and he has no good farts. Now he is 80% off."