Dad's life

Zhang Sheng is sixty-three this year.

His skin is very dark, and he belongs to an old man who has spent his whole life in the wilderness. Unlike other elderly people, he is very good at "porcelain work".

His kind of "porcelain work" is not the traditional craft of mud bricks and tiles.

Instead, you rely on your body to move quickly to make quick money. To put it simply, it is a hit.

As an old porcelain maker who can even come up with his son's decoration styles, his craftsmanship was not created out of thin air. It is also passed down. According to the hierarchy, Mrs. Gao is the founder of his craftsmanship and should be called the first generation.

Later Mrs. Jiang became the second generation.

In the end, their craft was carried forward by the third generation grandson.

Zhang Sheng came in late.

He is also older.

Therefore, he cannot be ranked among the Yondaime in this industry.

If you insist on being ranked, you will only end up with the reputation of a disciple.

Even so, it still cannot stop him from loving this industry.

A few years ago, his son once took him to a movie theater early after get off work. It was the first time he went to a movie theater in most of his life, so he still remembers it.

To this day, he still remembers the movie his son took him to watch called "Crazy Racing".

There is a line in it that says, "If you work in a profession, you must love it." Inspired, he walked around the streets to fight for his career with one third of a milliliter of blood left.

As an old "porcelain man", he is undoubtedly working hard.

Despite his age, he knows a lot of cars.

In particular, he is very familiar with the performance of various cars and the number of seconds it takes to accelerate to 100 kilometers.

It's a pity that everything is unpredictable.

Last year, he got on the road and ran into a female driver who used the accelerator as a brake.

He directly knocked him four to five meters away. If he hadn't relied on so many years of rich experience in the industry, he finally used a blow to support himself on the ground to resolve most of the impact force.

That was the collision.

It is likely that he was sent to serve the Buddha.

Although his life was saved, a few of his ribs were still broken, but fortunately the compensation was large, so the injuries were not in vain.

A young man spends a hundred days breaking his muscles and bones.

He had old arms and legs, and although he ran for exercise every morning, given his age, he ended up being raised at home for four or five months. It was not until the past two days that he felt that his body had returned to its peak state before he came out to find another way.

Make some money.

However, after the last painful experience, he now feels a little panicked when he sees a female driver.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He saw a red Mercedes Benz coming out of Lishui Lake.

Anyone who can drive this kind of car and live in this kind of community must be a wealthy person, but when he saw a female driver sitting in the cab, he felt a little panicked.

Just when he hesitated, he noticed that the license plate of the red Mercedes-Benz was a temporary license plate.

Nowadays, young people do not follow martial ethics. If they buy a car worth tens of thousands of yuan, they must install a driving recorder. This undoubtedly adds a lot of trouble to his work. And this red big Benz has a temporary license plate, so it must not have had time to install it.

Driving recorder, Zhang Sheng is convinced of this.

The red Mercedes-Benz slowed down and seemed to be turning left.

"Fight"

Clenching his fist, Zhang Sheng encouraged himself secretly.

Then he used the classic shift he learned and quickly leaned toward the car, while there was still a safe distance of one centimeter between his body and the car.

He took two steps back, then sat down on the ground, screaming in pain like a slaughtered pig, saying, "Oh, oh, my dear, it hurts me to death."

He is sixty-three this year.

My mother is gone a long time ago.

But it still didn't stop him from suddenly missing his mother.

This sudden scene attracted people around him. Qin Muxue, who was wearing black toad glasses, quickly got out of the car and asked, "How are you? Have you met me?"

"Little girl, can you lie here without touching me?"

Zhang Sheng covered his pounding heart and screamed, "You think I'm cheating?"

He is indeed panicking.

It's not because I'm afraid of being exposed, but because I'm afraid of female drivers.

After all, this is a group of people who like to send people to heaven. Although he makes money by shifting his body at high speed, he has not yet thought about giving up this body and floating in the sky.

"Oh, my legs seem to be broken, and my waist seems to be broken too"

This is a trick Zhang Sheng learned from watching Shen Teng’s Spring Festival Gala.

As an old "porcelain man", he has been studying hard, watching at least ten porcelain touching videos every day, practicing various falling postures that look terrible but are actually nothing, and then incorporating his own shameless routines

Together, they form a unique style of 'porcelain technique'.

"I can't lift my arms anymore. Little girl, don't just stand there. It's almost 120. If you delay, it will be too late."

Zhang Sheng used his exaggerated body movements to scream fiercely.

At this time, Qin Muxue was also a little panicked.

At first, she thought she had met someone who was cheating on her. Now she didn’t even ask for money when she met him, but asked him to be sent to the hospital for treatment. It was obvious that she didn’t pay attention while driving and bumped into him.

"I'll fight now"

Qin Muxue quickly took out her mobile phone and was about to call an ambulance.

"Little girl"

Zhang Sheng stood up unsteadily.

He tried his arms first, then moved his legs, and finally said feebly, "Don't rush to call me yet. My arms and legs should be fine. It's just that my waist may be sprained. At your age, I won't bully you. Just give me a call."

For two thousand yuan, I can just go back and apply a few ointments myself. After all, it’s not easy for you young people to make money."

"Two thousand yuan?"

Qin Muxue suddenly woke up.

Emotion, this man who always thinks about young people, is really a mastermind.

"Little girl, your uncle is really not a cheater. If you don't believe it, you can turn on the driving recorder and take a look."

Mr. Zhang is very professional.

He had long noticed that there was no driving recorder in this Mercedes-Benz.

In fact, what if there is a driving recorder!?

The angle at which he quickly moved was mainly from the side. This angle was very tricky and perfectly avoided the range of the driving recorder. This was the result of his test using the driving recorder in his son's car.

"Put what you learn into practice and live to learn"

This sentence is Zhang Sheng’s favorite.

But his mother is of no use on the right path.

"OK"

Qin Muxue reluctantly nodded in agreement.

She did not have a driving recorder in her car. The 4S store originally provided a driving recorder as a gift, but she didn’t want it because she thought the delivery was not good. She planned to pretend to be a bitch in a few days, but she didn’t expect to meet her today.

This kind of person.

When I opened my wallet, I found just over 500 yuan scattered here and there.

“Little girl, if you don’t have cash, you can scan the QR code to pay”

Zhang Sheng took out his mobile phone and opened the payment QR code, and handed it over diligently.

Qin Muxue glanced at him coldly, her eyes full of disgust and contempt. She didn't talk nonsense to him and directly gave him a thousand and five dollars.

Treat it like spending money to buy a lesson today.

After sweeping, Qin Muxue did not stay, and drove towards the best car decoration shop in Ningyang City.

She no longer pretends to be a pampered dog.

She wants to pretend to be a 360-degree first scene with no blind spots.

After making two thousand yuan, Zhang Sheng was in a good mood.

Now that it is getting late, he plans to call it a day and go home to continue writing anonymous letters, suggesting that the Municipal Transportation Bureau strengthen training on women's driving skills.

Otherwise, let’s continue to indulge like this.

It may not be the courts or the dash cams that destroy the "touching porcelain" business.

But those female drivers who mistakenly press the accelerator instead of the brake when they are frightened.

It's really scary.