Official Immortal

This person was right, but as everyone thought, Luo Yu was not an idiot. After listening, he smiled bitterly and said, I'm sorry, you said that the level is too high, I dare not climb high.

Just do it with you, who is not reluctant, the great opportunity of blogging is delivered to your door, you don't know how to cherish it, just run your soft advertisement.

How much reputation can you win? In Luo Yu's heart, he actually hesitated. He could suspect that the other party was a liar, but deep in his heart, there was also a voice shouting: What if it is true?

Everyone hopes that they can excel in the industry, which is also a manifestation of the value of life.

If you scold someone, others will definitely scold you. If you scold and scold you, you will become popular. That person said disdainfully, regardless of your good name or bad name these days, you just need to be famous-you are not well-known, and you have not failed. Huh?

This is ugly, but it is the truth. Luo Yu recognizes it in his heart. When he thinks of being able to compete with those famous names, he can't hold back his excitement, but he still has doubts: if that country cadre comes to do it. And me?

If they really have so much energy, your report will not appear in the newspapers. What are you worried about? The one who disdainfully sold one thousand yuan-you can write it, if you can't send it, I won't ask you for this one thousand yuan.

The 1,000 yuan at the end of 2002 is quite a lot, and Luo Yu’s minimum wage is only 1,000 yuan, plus manuscript fees, full attendance, and missed meals. That is to say, 1,788. Of course, if his performance is good, He can earn four to fifty thousand a year, that is to say, if he can earn four thousand a month, he is basically satisfied.

To him, one thousand yuan is not such a trivial matter as the horse and carriage fee. The key is that he realizes through the thousand yuan that what the other party said is really possible-or else they are stupid and give him the money for nothing?

Shiyou, the childcare worker of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee, was looking for opportunities at the farmers' market, and I was hit by him, he guessed.

Anyway, let’s write first. I wrote too much. It’s not my business to be killed in the club. Comrade Siwei has made a decision. If he is not shot, the next step is to fight with the older generations.

With the support of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee, he was not afraid of slaying the gods to prove the truth. It was really exciting to think about it.

The manuscript was really not dead, and it was typeset and published on the same day. The deputy editor-in-chief, who had never met him very much, just sighed meaningfully, "I really admire your courage...the future is terrible."

This morning, after the newspaper was published, he knew how terrifying the effect was. However, he smiled lightly at the threatening calls-the manuscript was published successfully, and he decided that he had indeed obtained the acquiescence of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee. Naturally, I don’t care about Bai Dao. No matter how old you are, you are bigger than the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee?

But the underworld...This is a headache, so he should go home early.

His father was a veteran policeman, and he lived in this small shanty town where the police gathered together and were all public houses-the city bureau was originally in this area, and later moved away, but many people who were not eligible to move stayed here. .

Up to now, all the capable people have moved away, but there are always a few policemen who stayed behind. Even if the owner of the house is changed, the current owner has a relationship with the former owner in one way or another—public houses cannot be bought or sold, but with a little trick , Can be owned for a long time, the former owner is willing to let the back live in, regardless of the relationship.

Therefore, in this shanty town where he lives, no outsiders dare to come to the wild. There are two well-known gangsters in the shanty town. They are well mixed up, they are no longer here, but their family members are still there.

It is still safe to go home. Luo Yu is not afraid of tossing on the white road—even if the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee does not come forward, it does not matter. Articles are always published by the newspaper. He is organized.

He is not afraid of scolding from colleagues. In fact, he still has deep expectations-you must not understand me.

But he was still a little scared looking for things in the underworld, especially when he heard that Chen Taizhong was acting unscrupulously and unscrupulously. He felt that it was safer to hide and stay home for a few days.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went home, before he could even bother to eat lunch, seven or eight men walked into the yard, "Where is Luo Yu, who is Luo Yu?"

"What's the matter with Luo Yu?" Luo Yu's father stood up. He was a veteran police officer for many years. When he stopped there, a majesty rushed towards his face, "I am his father, and if you have something to say to me, Row."

"Are you his dad? Go away, old man," said a bald man with a bandage on his head. "You are looking for your son. If you don't have eyes, you can hit me with you...brothers."

"I see who dares!" Old Luo screamed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he picked up a shovel. Reluctantly... people can't refuse to accept the old. In the blink of an eye, he was pressed by a group of young people on the ground. With punches and kicks, blood came out of his mouth and nose.

Luo Yu, who was sitting in the room, was also picked up. After everyone had identified the righteousness, he stepped forward and beaten his face. The remaining young men directly smashed the doors, windows and furnishings of the house.

"Fuck, we ran here to run wild," a neighbor next to him couldn't look down, but they didn't say to call the police, "call the Erhulu family...who is blind."

Within two minutes, two men walked over from outside the yard, both of them flushed with drinking, "Nima, what are the gangsters making... Do you know where this is?"

"Chen Taizhong acted, Shaonima forced... it's none of your business, let's say one more word and kill your grandson," Yu Haiyang pointed at the other party, grinning, "What, you are not convinced?"

"Nima," a man murmured, looking at his companions, "Fuck, what's this?"

"Chen Taizhong is very good, I know," the other man nodded and curled his lips. "You guys are doing a good job. Don't disturb others. Did you hear me?"

"I think you are very unconvinced." Yu Haiyang is a hob meat, bullying the soft and fearing hard is the most good at it. In fact, he is a little bit of a ninety-nine-the buddies used to not mix well, but since you rely on Chen Taizhong If you dare to bark your teeth with me, I dare not to end with you, so he took out the phone and said, "Then what, you report the font size... I will report to the leader."

"Ocean, your whole egg, everyone is gone," another guy came next, but he knew the ocean, "Fuck, what are you doing, it's noon."

"Brother Chuang, I'm so embarrassed," Yu Haiyang said with a smile. He is also the master who talks to people and talks to others. In fact, he doesn't care about Brother Chuang, but... Brother, it’s not necessarily a loss, "I can’t give you this face, he can do it, I can’t do it, Chen Taizhong, Director Chen wants me to look good, take care of it.

"Chen Taizhong is big, do you want me to call Han Laowu?" This is also quite unambiguous. In fact, this shanty town is quite complicated. Because of the background of the city bureau, many people have very mixed eyelids. The spectrum is also slippery.

"It's boring for you to say that, it hurts your feelings," Yu Haiyang smiled slightly, "Would I tell Director Chen, Brother Fifth took the matter?"

"Fuck, did I say that?" This one was also persuaded. They are all people in this scene. If someone hits the scene, they must come forward, but it's boring to hurt oneself, "The ocean is out," Rely on Chen Taizhong."

"Fuck, it's a long story," Yu Haiyang gave a wry smile, turned his head and ordered several young people, "What do you look at? Hit people!"

During the crackling and hands-on period, a policeman came, but this one came back to his parents’ house for dinner. People in this area are not used to calling the police if there is any movement—the police are the same whether they come or not. They just call the police. Understand the situation.

"What's the matter?" The policeman walked over. What is rare is that he is also wearing a police uniform, which Yu Haiyang is not easy to ignore.

So he laughed, "Police officer, personal grievances, so what, we'll leave... Luo Yu, I'm not afraid to tell you, this is endless. Chen Taizhong thinks I bought the manuscript. You **** hurt me miserably, you Not to die, I must die."

"This Nima...what is it," the police officer murmured softly. He didn't want to push his head when he saw these people were all unambiguous, and he didn't want to get ahead, so as not to suffer the immediate loss, especially if the two sides still knew each other. Don't worry about it.

With the words Chen Taizhong in his ears, he frowned, "Uncle Luo, did your son provoke Chen Taizhong?"

"Can't Chen Taizhong provoke it?" Luo Yu's father had been beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. Seeing that the whole family was smashed to pieces, he was really furious. "You guys now... also worthy of calling the police?"

I had nothing to say with you. The little policeman was very speechless. He glanced at Luo Yu and said, "Xiao Luo, we grew up, you tell the truth, so that Uncle Luo will not complain about me... Why is Chen Taizhong bothering you? , I will help you find a place to reason."

"I..." Luo Yu spit out a word, and then swallowed the rest of the words abruptly. He really couldn't say about this. He dared to tear his face and fight with other old newspaper seniors—please Well-named ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Be unscrupulous.

But for neighbors who know the bottom line, those fallacies don't make sense—neighbor relationship has always been the last thing Chinese society can ignore, a half-life colleague, a lifetime neighbor.

If you want to talk about this grievance in detail, he can't open the mouth. He can say that this is because he reported Chen Taizhong's bad deeds, so he was retaliated by others, but it is difficult to explain that the person who beat him was exactly what he did. The master of the injustice.

Under the world, is there anything more funny than this? He helped someone speak up, someone turned his face and beat him, and he also smashed the house because he was talking nonsense.

What a great irony, he is not easy to report to the police, how to report? Because he was beaten by his own report?

As everyone knows, Chen Taizhong wants to come forward to the ocean, and what he pursues is this kind of effect-I don't care about you, just let the suffering master slap you to see if you have a face?

It is Li Yuntong's words, he knows more "professionals", if not so, why a little out of the ocean?

(To be continued) q