Under the influence of alcohol, Pan Xiaoqiang and Shi Dazhuang each held a large gray brick, like tigers descending the mountain. Dong Qing also took out the anti-wolf spray that had been placed for a long time from his handbag, and said with a sinister smile: "Brothers,

You charge first, my little sister will be supported by nuclear weapons."

And when the sap party who had been following them for a long time saw two men who were walking well, they came over to fight as if they had been beaten to death. How terrifying! The little boy was trembling, and he couldn't even move his feet.

Open, my calves are throbbing.

"**! Look at the bricks." Shi Dazhuang tightened his grip on the brick and hit the sap party carrying the box on the forehead with lightning speed. Poof! The gray brick suddenly cracked into two pieces, but it was the brother who was hit.

It's quite strong and not damaged at all, which makes people wonder if this guy is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple.

Shi Dazhuang felt a little nervous in his heart. Now something happened to his bravery. The two gangsters turned out to be practitioners. Poof! There was another loud noise, and Pan Xiaoqiang also took action.

Perhaps because of Fatty Shi's move just now, Pan Xiaoqiang followed up and knocked the gangster unconscious, causing him to fall limply to the ground.

Dongqing also followed, aiming his spray at the last gangster.

The man holding a high-voltage electric baton saw the three heroes who looked like wolves and tigers, and he knelt on the ground with a plop: "Heroes, spare our lives, we are reporters from CCTV, you mistakenly identified us."

Pan Xiaoqiang kicked him and scolded him with a smile: "Is it because the Sap Party can't do anything to others, so they say they are from CCTV? Is the CCTV of our motherland so hateful?"

Shi Dazhuang snatched the anti-wolf spray from Dong Qing's hand and felt much more at ease.

The kneeling brother was almost crying. He handed out the high-voltage electric rod in his hand and whimpered: "Brother, have you ever seen the Sap Party use this kind of weapon?"

The three of them took a closer look and realized, oh, what kind of high-voltage electric prod is this? It's just a slightly longer black microphone. They really took the wrong person.

Pan Xiaoqiang pulled this guy up and said, "I'm so sorry! But so are you, why do you think of following people in the middle of the night? Do you want to ask if people who travel after two o'clock are either pheasants or robbers?" Although he realized that

I photographed the wrong person, but he was still a little unhappy. Are all reporters these days a little crazy?

The reporter didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not our bad director who insists on interviewing Pan Xiaoqiang, Panjiayuan's new talent. We were actually preparing to interview him at noon. Who knew that the two of you ran into the Audi so quickly that even the dogs couldn't chase him away?"

." After saying that, he squatted on the ground among the photographers carrying photographic equipment and pinched them and gave them artificial respiration.

Shi Dazhuang stretched out his head and whispered in Pan Xiaoqiang's ear: "Look, they say reporters are worse than prostitutes now. Is this true? Prostitutes don't accept customers they don't want to accept. Look at the reporters.

, no sense of moral integrity at all.”

"Yes, but they are quite pitiful. They have to imitate the Sap Party in the middle of the night." Dong Qing also made a gesture of sympathy.

After all, these reporters came for him, and they were fucked by him. Fortunately, Pan Xiaoqiang admitted generously: "I am your interviewee. If you have anything to ask, you can just ask."

The reporter picked up the photographer who had woken up, set up the machine, and put the microphone in his hand to Pan Xiaoqiang's mouth: "Brother Pan, let me ask you about the most popular topic recently - are you happy?"

Shi Dazhuang on the side almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth. This was too shocking. It happened everywhere. The beautiful woman Dong Qing had a shy face, rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and said softly: "

I'm very happy now."

Both the reporter and the photographer were speechless. The interview was not about how you are, little beauty. However, they looked at the spray that had returned to Dong Qing’s hand. Their throats moved, they swallowed, and held back their words.

heart.

Pan Xiaoqiang put his hands in his pockets and said slowly to the camera: "In the past, my salary was only two or three thousand. I was beaten by money worshipers and could not afford to go to high-end clubs. Now I can finally make more money. I am very happy.

After drinking, I was followed by two people who looked like Sap Party members. Do you think I'm happy?"

The reporter and photographer were both a little embarrassed and changed the topic directly: "Mr. Pan Xiaoqiang, how high do you hope your salary will be in the future?"

After thinking for a while, Pan Xiaoqiang punched his chest twice and said excitedly: "My previous dream was to have a salary of 8,000 yuan a month..." Before he could finish speaking, the reporter and photographer came out of nowhere.

He gave a high-five, shook hands with Pan Xiaoqiang and said, "Thank you, Brother Pan, for accepting our interview." After saying that, the two of them picked up the instruments and walked away as if they were dead.

Pan Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand and said to the reporters who had walked away, "You guys are so immoral. I only want to say that my dreams before and now have not yet been revealed." After a long time of planning, there was no chance to say anything.

Yes, this can easily lead to depression.

Looking back, I found that Shi Dazhuang and Dong Qing were already lying on the ground. Fatty Shi was snoring loudly, while the little beauty was mumbling something in her sleep that no one could understand.

"Alas! It looks like I have to sleep in the same room with Da Zhuang again tonight." Pan Xiaoqiang silently bent down and helped the two of them up, waiting for a taxi on the side of the road for the braver ones.

…

The reporters and photographers who had already walked away breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Pan Xiaoqiang was not following behind them.

The reporter stroked his pounding heart and said, "It turns out that Pan Xiaoqiang is a violent person. Fortunately, he didn't see us through, otherwise his head would have been patted into a rhombus."

The photographer was unhappy and poked the reporter's forehead with his finger: "You're okay, I'm serious and hit two bricks, you know?"

"Don't worry, haven't we asked about all the important things? That's enough, the bonus is waiting for us." The reporter was very happy and talked about the topic of bonus. The two of them smiled brightly: "Yes, how about we celebrate.

"

"Look over there, there's Sichuan Xiang Pavilion. I heard the food there is pretty good, and it's still open so late." The photographer pulled the reporter away.

There was no other reason why Chuanxiang Pavilion kept the lights on so late. The main reason was that Wu Bao was still picking up the coins on the ground - those were thrown by the drunk Pan Xiaoqiang.

"Boss, please bring some side dishes and two bottles of beer," reporters and photographers shouted as they entered.

Wu Bao ignored him and just groped on the ground. He drank too much and often couldn't tell what was a coin and what was the stamp on the floor tiles.

"Boss, let's serve the food."

Wu Bao turned around and smiled stupidly: "I still have ten one-dollar coins that I haven't found. You can help me look for them. If you find them, I will let you eat for free. You can also go to my second floor to go to karaoke!"

The reporter and the photographer looked at each other and smiled: "This is reliable." They are both small employees of Le's Antiques. Their monthly salary is only more than 4,000. Now they only need to pick ten coins and they can spend as much as they like. This is

What a great thing.

The two people hurriedly lifted Wu Bao onto the chair and patted his chest: "Old man, just keep your heart in your stomach, there will be no problem."

Searching inch by inch along the floor tiles, the two found six of them, but they couldn't find them anymore.

The reporter wanted to give up: "Brother, it's really difficult to find the other four!"

"No, how can we succeed without going through ups and downs? Besides, it must be the shop owner who tests our IQ and patience. How can we give up halfway?" said the photographer. In fact, his idea is very simple. Where can there be free food in the world?

It's lunch! One of these coins must be some kind of copper coin. When the time comes, you don't even need to eat the food, you just pick it up and run away.

The two people communicated for a while and both felt that it was reliable. They continued to lie on the ground and kept searching. During this period, the reporter complained to the photographer: "I asked you to bring a few coins with you when you go out to take the subway, but you didn't bring it with you. Now I want to

Even if they can’t even make up the numbers,” they found them and now they still only found six.

The two of them couldn't stand it anymore until it was dark and bright. At this time, Wu Bao, who was used to getting up early, woke up, full of energy, and found that there were two buddies lying on the ground in his store, not knowing what they were doing!

"What are you doing?" Wu Bao shouted.

The two of them had no physical strength and were focused on a corner on the floor. Suddenly there was a loud noise and they both fell to the ground in fear.

The reporter said submissively: "Uncle, don't you remember? You asked the two of us to find coins. If we found ten coins, we would be free of charge."

Wu Bao patted his head, vaguely remembering what happened. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "Have you found everything?"

The photographer said speechlessly: "After searching all night, I still only found six."

Wu Bao took the coins and smiled sheepishly: "Hey, there may only be six. After all, I don't know the total number of people throwing them around. I just said it casually yesterday."

"You're cheating!"

"You're cheating!"

"What a rip-off!" This sentence was shouted back and forth by two people who almost didn't become crazy. Is there anything more tragic? They pretended to be reporters under the bad idea of ​​the HR manager, but one was knocked unconscious and the other

I was so frightened that I knelt down and called my mother.

I finally wanted to find a hotel to treat myself to, but I ended up looking for coins for one night, and they were the kind of coins worth one yuan each.

Wu Bao felt even more embarrassed now and patted the two of them on the shoulders: "Young man, don't worry, as we agreed yesterday, you can eat as you like and sing in karaoke as you like."

The two looked at each other with crooked faces and smiled: "Reliable."

Wu Bao started to walk upstairs and said in passing: "By the way, the cook is off work now. You can only cook it yourself. The ingredients are all in the refrigerator." After taking two steps, he turned back and warned: "Old man

I don’t sleep well, please remember not to use the microphone when singing karaoke.”

Reporters and photographers hugged each other and cried: "It's so cheating. You have to cook your own meals. You can't use a microphone for karaoke. Can we be more miserable?"

At this time, their phone rang, and their HR manager scolded: "I asked you to do such a small job, and you can't even do it. If you don't want the bonus, come back quickly and have a meeting."

"Wow! Wow!" The two of them were silent and could only cry softly.
Chapter completed!