Breakfast ban
More than 20 Nanyang pavement messenger came out from the superintendent in small groups with drooping heads.
"Brother is out," the driver woke up.
Pei Deyong frowned. "Tell them to go back to the warehouse."
Words just say that finish Qin Yu striding led Ding Guozhen and others coming from the sidewalk.
Pei Deyong suddenly pushed the door after looking back at Qin Yu. "Hey Qin Team!"
Qin Yuwen looked back. "Who are you?"
"I’m Pei Deyong"
"Ah, manager Pei," Qin Yu nodded. "Did you just finish your morning exercise here early in the morning?"
"Ha ha" Pei Deyong smiled. "I have a long memory about yesterday."
"President has a memory" Qin Yu nodded.
Pei Deyong looked sullenly at Qin Yu. "You take a message to Ma Laoer for me. He just adds 40% to the dividend. It’s impossible to buy and sell drugs. I think it’s a long-term project. Let’s not worry about it later."
Qin Yuwen looked at Pei Deyong with his back in front of him and said slowly, "If you want to have a long memory, just lie down on the ground in Nanyang. You are a little more, and you are a little more. My eyes are too lazy to talk to you, but if you feel that you still have a skill, I will let Nanyang change your speech so that you can speak."
"Ha ha" Pei Deyong nodded with a smile "Ah, I understand"
"You’d better be really white." Qin Yu threw a sentence and turned to go.
Pei Deyong stared at Qin Yu’s back grinding his teeth and said, "Car back."
……
Webcast station legislative affairs column office area
Zhao Bao strode to Lin Nianlei’s desk and said, "Go for me later."
"Then what are you doing? I couldn’t find you yesterday?" Lin Nianlei frown asked.
"I have a very interesting new case," Zhao Baoxiao said. "I’m going to see a freelance writer."
"What case?" Lin Nianlei curious asked.
"You’ll know when the time comes." Zhao Baoyi smiled and turned away.
A few hours later, Zhao Bao met Tang Yuan again, but this time it was the latter’s home.
Chapter 253 Do you remember those ideal years?
Tang Yuan lived in a rented black block slum not far from Qianqilin’s house.
There are about 30 square meters of bungalows, and two sets of huge and dilapidated cabinets occupy the north. On the east side of the whole wall, there are single beds and some kitchen utensils for fast food. There is a desktop with a brain and some information at the door.
The whole room is dirty and messy, smelly socks and dirty clothes can be seen everywhere, and the floor is not paved. It’s just the bare cement style, with stains and smoke marks.
Zhao Baobao looked at the house environment and asked with a slight frown, "How do you mix? Why do you live in such a place? "