I have to say that the double-headed eagle's Gaz Jeep has really good shock absorption.
The more you go on a bad road, the better the shock absorption can be revealed.
The harder the shock absorption, the more suitable it is for driving on such bumpy roads.
Zhang Junping never left the room in Xuecheng.
Looking at the time, Zhang Junping picked up the phone and called Song Xuefeng.
Then I realized that Song Xuefeng hadn't gone to work these two days, and he and Niu Qingkui had gone somewhere to play.
Zhang Junping had no choice but to call Song Xuefeng's home again.
In this era, things were basically the same across the country. Except for leading cadres at a certain level who had telephones at home, everyone else had telephones in the streets.
Besides the family area, there is usually a telephone in the reception room.
All calls are made to these places and then have someone forward them.
Usually, you make an appointment to call back at a certain time, and ask the other party to wait for the call in advance.
Song Xuefeng lived in the family home of the Bureau of Materials and Resources. Zhang Junping called the communication room and left a message asking Song Xuefeng to come find him or call him back.
After making the call, Zhang Junping took out a copy of Dream of Red Mansions from the space.
Although due to spatial feedback, Zhang Junping has mastered all the contents of these books.
But there is nothing to do at this time, so I can only take it out and look at it, review the old and learn the new, and also pass the time.
A Dream of Red Mansions is definitely a unique book.
Cao Xueqin's writing skills are very profound. In just a few sentences, he can completely present a scene and portray a character vividly.
The most popular thing about Dream of Red Mansions is not Cao Xueqin's writing skills, but his complete and bloody presentation of the cannibalistic society of the Qing Dynasty.
But this courage is worthy of admiration.
It writes about the cannibalistic society of the Qing Dynasty, but it constructs a nihilistic dynasty.
Cao Xueqin should be regarded as the originator of fictional history.
However, this book is really not suitable as a teenager's book.
There are too many negative and extravagant things in it.
When Zhang Junping was enjoying watching, there was a knock on the door outside.
Zhang Junping guessed that Niu Qingkui and Song Xuefeng had arrived.
In an instant, he took out a piece of tiger skin and put it in the cupboard.
Then he got up and opened the door.
"Brother, you're finally back!" Sure enough, it was Niu Qingkui and Song Xuefeng. As soon as Zhang Junping opened the door, Niu Qingkui hugged him exaggeratedly and said with a laugh.
"Come on, I don't like my husband!" Zhang Junping pushed Niu Qingkui away in disgust.
"I don't like my husband either!"
"Who believes it? I'm twenty-six or seven years old and I'm not married yet!"
"Holy shit, I have someone I like, and I'm waiting for my beloved." Niu Qingkui defended angrily.
"Okay, I believe it! Brother Niniu, can you be sincere? In short, just stay away from me and don't hug me!" Zhang Junping said with a bad smile.
"You..." Niu Qingkui's face was aggrieved, but he had nothing to say.
After laughing for a while, Song Xuefeng said apologetically: "Brother Zhang, something went wrong regarding the money."
"What's wrong?"
"Our leader said that he wanted to use supplies to offset the bill." Song Xuefeng said with a guilty look on his face.
If it weren't for Niu Qingkui accompanying him, Song Xuefeng would have felt ashamed to come to see Zhang Junping.
It was well said, but the leader changed his mind again.
"What materials do your leaders plan to exchange for?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to buy a batch of wine? Our leader said we would pay the bill with the wine."
"Brother Song, did I hear you correctly? All the 2.9 million yuan was paid off with wine?" Zhang Junping asked, staring at Song Xuefeng.
The Syracuse Materials Bureau requested fifty heavy trucks and forty tractors.
"Well, the leader means to give you fifty tons of wine..."
"Just fifty tons of liquor?" Zhang Junping asked coldly.
"Ah! No, we will give you fifty tons first, and the remaining fifty tons next year, and then fifty tons every year until the car payment is paid off."
"Haha, your leader really made a good plan, just pay the bill with wine! Can you give me an installment?" Zhang Junping laughed in anger.
"I can't help it. I even slammed the table with our leader, but the leader refused to let go.
It's also my fault, if I had known I wouldn't have gone to the leader to coordinate the purchase of wine." Song Xuefeng said with regret on his face.
"Brother Song, how much does your leader pay for a pound of liquor?"
"Two dollars a pound!"
"Two yuan per catty, one ton is four thousand yuan, fifty tons is two hundred thousand yuan.
Your bureau owes me 2.9 million yuan, does that mean you have to pay it back in fifteen years?"
"Well...Brother Zhang, if you have any opinions, please tell me. I will discuss it with the leader when I go back."
"I don't have any objections. Just give your leader a message and ask him how many lives he has.
By the way, Brother Niu, how much does it cost to buy a life in the Northeast?" Zhang Junping looked at Niu Qingkui and asked calmly.
"Brother Zhang, don't do anything stupid! We can't do anything illegal.
We have something to discuss!" Niu Qingkui was shocked when he heard what Zhang Junping said and hurriedly advised him.
"Brother Niu, what you said is that I have always been a law-abiding citizen. I was just curious and asked about it.
Let’s see how many lives my two million and nine hundred thousand can buy.” Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Brother, we can discuss this matter slowly, and we don't really just give fifty tons of wine a year.
Don’t go to extremes!”
"Brother Niu, you are joking, how could I go to extremes?
I have a great future.
My wife is a college student, gentle and beautiful, how could I be willing to go to extremes?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
If Zhang Junping didn't take out his gun and fiddle with it when he said this, Niu Qingkui would really believe it.
Song Xuefeng was also frightened, and hurriedly said: "Brother, it's not that we cheated you, but the fact is that the winery's annual output is some, fifty tons are squeezed out."
"Oh! Actually, other supplies are also available!
For example, flour, rice, peanut oil, soybean oil, wood, fertilizer, steel, etc. are all fine!" Zhang Junping took the pistol apart, wiped it bit by bit, and then assembled the pistol again.
I didn't even lower my head to look at the pistol during the whole process, it was all blind disassembly and blind installation.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, these are all in short supply, and our bureau doesn't have enough." Song Xuefeng said with a bitter smile.
"That's easy, just take the money! It's easiest to give cash!" Zhang Junping said with a smile while loading bullets into the magazine: "I'm a person who is best at talking, but if it doesn't work, then just return the car."
Already."
"This..." Song Xuefeng didn't know what to do. He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would anger Zhang Junping and shoot himself.
He could only look at Niu Qingkui for help, hoping that he could help persuade Zhang Junping.
"What do you think I'm doing? If you have time to spend time here, you might as well go back and talk to your leader.
Just tell your leaders directly that five thousand yuan can buy a life.
Just ask him to calculate how many lives 2.9 million can buy and that's it!" Niu Qingkui said unhappily.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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