I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Chen Ling has always been mild-tempered and easy not to get angry. In the usual way, when a soldier or Jingcha asked for a tip, Chen Ling insisted not to give it, and the other party could not fault it. Basically, he would find the steps to let Chen Ling go, and Chen Ling would not care too much.

But Chen Ling is after all a young man in his early twenties, and today the soldier's provocative gesture with an insulting nature makes him unbearable. He decided to cure these people's problems.

But Chen Ling would not directly compete with a low-level soldier, and it would not be glorious to win.

He must not only solve the current problem, but also teach the soldier a profound lesson, and let all the soldiers and JING who specialize in asking for tips from Chinese people know that Chinese people are not easy to mess with.

Chen Ling pushed the car door, got out of the car, took his bag, walked to the soldier, took out a 100-dollar bill from the bag, handed it to him, and said, "One hundred dollars, enough for you to drink one. Moon coffee, high-ranking soldier 25110."

The high-ranking soldier 25110 was a little surprised. He took the one-hundred-dollar bill, read it over and over again, smiled triumphantly, patted Chen Ling's certificate, and said: "Hua Chinese, I will allow you to go in today, and I will obey my next time. Order."

Chen Ling sneered and said, "I'm sorry, in the eyes of General Salhi's soldiers, this uniform is so worthless." After speaking, he turned around and walked into the car.

A group of onlookers looked at Chen Lingfu and shook their heads:

"Young man, why bother to waste everyone's time!"

"Fool, give one hundred dollars, which unit sent a fool out to do errands?"

The middle-aged man, known as President Mao, shook his head. He seemed to feel a little regretful. He didn't say anything and got into the car.

The superior soldier gave Azdin the certificate and asked, "Who is your leader?"

"My leader is Mr. Chen Ling, the big leader." Azdin said after taking the certificate, and then quickly turned and left.

For Azdin, the deputy project manager is already the leader.

The superior soldier put the hundred-dollar bill into his pocket and waved to let Chen Ling's vehicle go. At this time, another soldier next to him said to him: "Chen Ling, this name is very familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

The superior soldier was in a good mood and said with a smile: "I heard that the Chinese have countless Li, Bruce Lee, Jack Lee, and there must be countless Chen Ling, haha..."

"No, the name Chen Ling, I've heard people say it many times recently."

The superior soldier smiled and said: "I know that Constantine arrested Mulu militants, and there was a Chinese named Chen Ling who was awarded the First Class Medal of Honor. But, as I said, there are many Chen Ling in China...

"Which Chen Ling? Where is it?" A voice suddenly came from behind the inferior soldier.

The superior soldier and the soldiers around him hurriedly turned to salute, and then said: "The captain, a Chinese, refused to cooperate with the inspection. He was on the white Peugeot 307." After finishing speaking, he pointed to Chen Ling's car.

On the other side, Azdin started the vehicle and was about to enter the port gate when he was suddenly stopped by an officer waving his hand.

Azdin yelled, "Allah, bless, what's the matter!" Then, turning his head to look at Chen Ling, he said, "Mr. Chen, you can't give them any more money. They are serving the country, so it's not right! "

Chen Ling looked at the officer and smiled without saying a word.

Seeing the team moving forward, the cars that followed suddenly stopped again, some honked their horns, and some got out of the car and roared.

President Mao and a few Chinese who came up behind came to Chen Lingche and started talking again:

"What's the matter? Didn't you give money? One hundred dollars!"

"It's just too much. The official thought that there was oil and water to fish out, so he came out himself."

"This young man doesn't know how to deal with bad things at all!"

President Mao stepped forward and asked, "Young man, it's been a long time here, is it okay?"

Chen Ling was sitting in the car, talking to the officer through the window, and when he heard Chairman Mao ask him, he turned his head and said, "No problem, go now."

After speaking, he continued to say to the officer: "My fault, I didn't notify you when I changed my mobile phone number. Give you my new business card with my number and address on it. I will find you in a few days to celebrate your transfer back home. NS."

The officer said: "Okay, OK, Lieutenant Delhi is coming to Algiers in a few days. Let's go to the sand nest to eat seafood together."

This officer is the captain of the guard of the Constantine camp, second lieutenant Salim.

He had some time to be transferred. Later, a second lieutenant in Algiers wanted to be transferred to Constantine and found a relationship. So the two happened to reverse, and Salim was able to return to Algiers ahead of time. As the captain of the port guard, it seems that the rank and position have not changed, but the actual power is much greater.

Salem was very happy to see Chen Ling, but Chen Ling was a little embarrassed.

Originally, he wanted to find someone to take off the uniform of the inferior soldiers after the matter was over, and put him in jail for using his power to solicit bribes. But now knowing that this piece is under Salim's control, then this scheme may affect Salim.

Salim was able to rise to the ranks of officers after more than ten years of serving as a soldier with the help of arresting Mulu militants. Chen Ling did not want to see him fight back to his original form.

"Second lieutenant, your soldier is asking for one hundred dollars from my boss!" Azdin said loudly without so much worries.

When Salim heard it, he immediately broke into a cold sweat.

He knows the behavior of the soldiers under his team very well, and he wants to rectify it. He gets along well with Chinese people and never embarrass them. But he was new here not long, and he hadn't had time to do it yet.

Unexpectedly, it was only a few days before the soldiers had caused trouble for themselves, extorting the gendarmerie's first-level Medal of Honor winner, which was slapped in the face of the headquarters and the Ministry of the Interior.

"Mr. Chen, you..."

Chen Ling was a little embarrassed, and said, "I didn't know you were here, so I gave him one hundred dollars. You ask him to pay me back, just as if everything happened."

"No, no, Mr. Chen, this kind of behavior is absolutely forbidden by our military police. He will be sent to a military court to accept the ruling of the law." After saying that, Salim turned around and drank: "Cedric sergeant!"

A strong sergeant ran over: "Captain!"

Salim ordered: "Immediately arrest Rafik's superior soldiers, hand in their guns, search their bodies, remove their epaulettes, detain them, and submit them to the military court!"

"Obey the captain's order!" Sergeant Cedric saluted, turned around, and called out a few soldiers, holding the gun to control the 25110 Rafic, the first-class soldier.

The series of actions of the military police made the Chinese and local people onlookers look at each other.

The locals are okay, can understand the language, know that the upper class soldiers are unlucky.

The Chinese do not understand Arabic, but seeing that the arrogant soldier has been controlled just now, they can guess what it is.

But why did it suddenly reverse?

President Mao approached the car and asked Chen Ling: "Young man, what's the matter?"

Chen Ling smiled: "It's okay, I met an acquaintance."

"Yes, it looks like a leader. Why didn't you say it at first?"

Chen Ling said: "If you don't know in advance, even if you know it, don't tell, this kind of person can't be used to it!"

Chairman Mao seemed to understand something: "Did you deliberately give him a hundred dollars? Give him a little more, and the nature of the matter will change, and it will be easier to settle accounts afterwards. That's okay, boy, what's your last name?"

"Don't dare to be my surname Chen, my ear is Chen"

When Mao always wanted to speak, Salim came over with a one-hundred dollar bill in his hand, handed it to Chen Ling, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, Mr. Chen."

Behind him was another sergeant, holding a plastic red card in his hand. President Mao knew that card, which was a special port pass, and countless units wanted to get one, but they couldn't get it.

Salim turned around and spoke a few words in the ear of the sergeant, then took the card, handed it to Chen Ling, and said, "This is a special port pass. Mr. Chen will come to the port to take a special passage in the future and there is no need to line up."

Mao's eyes fell with envy, and several other locals and Chinese who knew the pass also showed envious eyes.

This special pass is so practical!

Chen Ling wouldn't be polite with such a useful thing, so he took it and put it under the windshield.

President Mao squeezed and said, "Mr Chen, can you leave a phone call?"

Chen Ling was about to speak. Just now the sergeant brought a group of military police over, standing behind Salim, standing in line. The crowd of onlookers backed away quickly.

Salim spoke a few words to the team, then turned back, stood at attention, and saluted Chen Ling: "Second Lieutenant Salim of the Military Police, welcome to Mr. Chen Ling, the winner of the First Class Medal of Honor of the Military Police!"

A group of military policemen behind them held their guns, followed by saluting, moving neatly and whirring.

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