If you break my wings!

I will destroy your paradise!

Lao Biaozi doesn't care what the other party is, what he plays is non-mainstream.

Since Brother Wu has said that direct contact and investigation are not allowed, let's do something exciting and unconventional.

Even though Brother Biao is no longer in the world, the legend of Brother Biao still exists in the world.

The area near Dongchengjiaoduokou is known as a forbidden area for small play and stubborn people. Noisy is not welcome here, but now the hustle and bustle has turned into a noisy one.

Old Biaozi swayed this lucky car on the street. He didn't dare to open his arms, but he was still here...the king of recycling rags!

This car that Silly Zhu dreamed of and expected to be used to pull down Director Guo of the canteen finally got into the hands of Lao Biaozi. Yu Yu and Delia did not allow Silly Zhu to act recklessly.

It's not that their family can't afford this second-hand bicycle, but they don't want to make trouble.

In the kitchen and in the big canteen, Shazhu is absolutely a master. He relies on his craftsmanship to speak, and he has absolute say in the canteen.

But if he gets to the agency, with Silly Zhu’s temper and brains, something might really happen.

Therefore, there are specialties in the industry. Under the persuasion of his sister and his wife, Shazhu decided to let Director Guo go and gave this position to him.

Li Xuewu didn't want to mess with the car anymore, and was too lazy to pull it to the shipping warehouse. Li Xue didn't ride, so the car became Lao Biaozi's daily scooter.

He still adheres to the strategy Li Xuewu decided for him and lives opposite the school of his first target.

Every morning, the girl would have a chance encounter that she had expected but was caught off guard.

What? Where?

Chinese drama~!

Anyone who asks this question dares to answer this question. My partner is studying at China National Theater Academy.

Don't be envious, if you have a second-level courtyard opposite Zhongxi, you can also find a partner in Zhongxi.

Even if you look the same as Brother Biao...you are so handsome~

The Jiaodaokou area is really a bit chaotic, and Lao Biaozi rides hard, so it's his bad luck that this car fell into his hands.

This big lump has short legs, straddling the beam, and swaying from side to side when speeding up.

The old Biaozi looked at the kids on the street, frowned and ignored them.

Jiaodaokou is still a forbidden area for small children, and a forbidden area for stubborn people, but there is no way to deal with these little brats.

Just think about it, no matter how bad the little kid is, he can't do the stupid thing of hundreds of people gathering to interrogate the city god, and no matter how badass the stubborn masters are, they can't do the hundreds of people blocking the street with their hands.

The whip is what condemns people.

This is not a fool, this is a lunatic.

Lao Biaozi felt that those empty schoolbags filled with colored paper and those running out of the campus screaming were all crazy.

Be unscrupulous, have no scruples, do whatever you want, do whatever you want.

Today they overturned the cultural center, and tomorrow they will work as a folk art club. They have fire in their hearts, and there is flammable material everywhere they look.

You can't offend them by playing tricks, let alone the stubborn ones. They can only join if they can't defeat them.

Fortunately, there is a good relationship, after all, the people who are the most noisy and the most aggressive are their leaders.

At this time, what is important is to draw up the territory. The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river. You and I will do the same, and everyone will do the same thing.

The little brats, the little playboys, the naughty masters, and some other organizations and gangs were in a mess, and the demons were dancing wildly.

That is to say, Lao Biaozi often hangs around here, otherwise he would not be able to name these organizations and gangs, let alone the division of these people's territories.

The car was pedaling very fast, and he was not afraid of the bright sun above his head. When he saw the small building in front of him, Lao Biaozi kept pedaling hard.

When they arrived in front of the small building, the little kid squeezed the gate hard and immediately performed a fat dragon's tail wag for a group of little kids squatting on the steps at the door.

"good!"

“Brother Biao’s style remains the same!”

"Brother Biao, tigers and tigers are prosperous, good luck and good fortune!"

…

"Get out of here!!"

The old Biaozi did not get out of the car, stepped on the wall, laughed and cursed at the kids who were joking with him, then raised his chin slightly, and asked a tall and thin man who came out of the small building door: "

Third child, do you have any connection with the branch?"

"No, we are here for the Tianpai station, the red sun system."

The tall and lanky man whom Lao Biao called "Lao San" took two steps toward the door, took out a dagger from the pocket of his blue training trousers, and used the tip of the knife to knock the black lettering on a white background hanging on the pillar in the foyer of the small building.

The wooden sign written vertically lazily reminded him to read it himself.

Lao Biaozi curled his lips, rolled his eyes and said, "How the hell would it be your turn to be the big brother if I knew how to read?! That's stupid!"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave. There were a lot of kid organizations in this area, and he had to look for them again.

"Hey! Brother Biao!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, the third child shouted like a duck, and then walked down the steps. He passed by a guy with arms raised and pushed him because he was in the way. He turned his head and muttered a few curses.

sentence.

From the looks of it, this third child is doing quite well in this heavenly organization, at least he looks cool.

When Lao Biaozi arrived, Lao San lay on the wall with his arms crossed. He looked at Lao Biaozi with raised eyebrows and asked, "Tell the truth, what do you want to do with those scammers?"

"Let's do some economic work, what are we doing?"

Lao Biaozi twitched the corner of his mouth impatiently and asked: "Does it matter to you? It doesn't matter, I can go."

"Hey! Hey! Look how anxious you are!"

The third child is also a garrulous person. The most lacking thing in these four-nine cities is this kind of people. Their mouths are rented and they can't sleep if they don't talk a word.

After muttering something to the old man, the third child, who had become the leader of a small organization with a second-year junior high school education, wrinkled his nose and glanced at the pocket on the bicycle handlebar. He knew there must be something good in it.

Why can a rag collector be called Brother Biao!

In addition to the reasons that this man was a man who had been around here before and was one of the people who did well later, it is also because this Brother Biao can do business.

What economy?

It means that he can take what you have and tinker with what you want. It’s just such an economy.

Then you said that such people are fighting alone, just riding a car and robbing them, isn't it?

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People like them play games with today and no tomorrow, and they know best what they are doing.

Those who are taking the lead above may still have a good future, but Zhao'an and the like will not fall on them.

Therefore, they, and not only them, all this type of people need a channel.

They are too lazy to deal with many things. Apart from what is handed in, it would be good if the rest can be sold for money.

Xiaozai naturally goes to the Jiaodaokou recycling store to sell and buy. This is not necessary for "big customers" like them. They belong to the VIP group, have large quantities, and can provide door-to-door service.

He has all the quotations and anthologies that little boys dream about, including sea soul shirts, training pants, and the most popular clothing nowadays.

Brother Biao can get them all kinds of cool fitness equipment, fun and good-looking badges, and those hard-to-find colors these days.

The service is VIP, so the price is naturally VIP too. If it is sold cheaply, can it be worth their ill-gotten gains?

We are all familiar with this area. Lao Biaozi drives here to collect all the goods and collects them by the pound.

Now Lao Biaozi is riding around here, talking about doing economic work, but he is actually just here to buy goods.

The third child is familiar with it. He is very familiar with this set. It is a bit hot when it is cooked. When it is hot, he wants to eat ice cream.

What a coincidence, there was ice cream in the pocket hanging on Lao Biaozi's handlebar.

"You are a dog!"

Lao Biaozi frowned, scolded Lao San with a smile, took out a bag from his pocket, and threw it directly to Lao San.

"This is for the Yellow River Party. When we get there soon, I will ask the dog to intercept it~"

"Hey, it turns out it's for Huang Maozi!"

The third child smiled and pulled out a bunch of ice cream from his net bag and gave the rest to the kids who gathered around him.

He took a hard bite and his mouth was so cold that he narrowed one of his eyes.

"Fuck! They're all melted!"

The third child curled his lips in disgust, then walked around the factory gate, walked to the front of Lao Biaozi's bicycle, poked his head and looked at the pocket on the handlebar.

"There's nothing left, what are you looking for?"

Lao Biaozi looked at Lao San with dissatisfaction and said, "How can you find a girl in my pocket?"

"Fuck! You're bragging and you're not drafting!"
To be continued...