"Horse Beard, I've heard of it." The cold light in the old man's eyes flashed away. Although he was well concealed, he was still discovered by Ye Fan's eagle eyes. He already had an idea in his mind, maybe this old man was Song Jiachuan.
"As long as you have heard of it, his descendant, a slut named Ma Yunqian, was sent to prison by himself." Ye Fan said with a slight complacency.
"Oh! You still have some skills. What kind of official are you in Machuan County? Couldn't you be the chief of the government? It shouldn't be possible. You are such a young person. The chief of the government and the officials of the organization department must not be confused, right?
"The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and shook his head slightly in response.
"Haha, I disappoint you. I'm not a police chief." Ye Fan shook his head and handed over a copycat version of a Cuban cigar mixed with local tobacco leaves, which was as thick as pepperoni.
The old man took it and saw Ye Fan holding out the lighter for him to light. He glanced at Ye Fan and hummed: "It seems I guessed it right. I guess you are a little policeman down there."
"On the contrary, it's just the Magistrate of Machuan County, acting police officer. Can you come in here, little police officer? Old man, what do you look like?" Ye Fan blew out a smoke ring, pretending to be disdainful, and stared at
old man.
"You... the county magistrate... are acting on behalf of the ***, this Deping Organization Department is really messed up." The old man shook his head, surprise flashed across his face, "Tell me, what do you want to see me for?
?Don’t think that you can confuse me by playing some tricks, you are still too young.”
"It's okay. I went to Beijing for a short business trip this time. The people in my hometown heard that I was coming, so they asked me to send an umbrella to Captain Song. They also asked me to bring a message saying that my family misses him." Ye Fan said.
"Hometown... Asakawa... Sigh..." The old man stood up, his hands were stained with mud, and he took a puff of cigarette, but his eyes were looking into the distance, very deep. Suddenly, he seemed to be a different person.
After a long time, he hummed to Ye Fan: "Bring it here?"
Ye Fan handed over a rough box, and the old man opened it, revealing a yellow umbrella. The old man slowly opened it and scanned the densely packed signatures on the umbrella.
"Huh! I'm a little cautious, and I still have the Wanmin Umbrella!" the old man snorted, and exposed Ye Fan's trick in one sentence, and said: "If you have any requests, just say it. I don't like to be sloppy, trouble!"
"I want money!" Ye Fan said bluntly.
"As expected, hum!" The old man's face was full of contempt. He stared at Ye Fan for a long time, waved his hand, sighed, and said: "Forget it, how much do you want? Is 100,000 enough? Let's take it."
"Send the beggar away, right?" Ye Fan said lightly, staring at the old man, "What I want is a road."
"The taste is not bad, why should I give you a way?" The old man got angry and snorted.
"You were saved by the people of Machuan." Ye Fan's voice became much louder.
"It took a long time for the people from Machuan to save him." The old man shook his head, looking disapproving.
"Cowards, you don't even dare to go back to Machuan, huh!" Ye Fan used the oldest method and started to provoke.
"Hahaha..." The old man suddenly laughed wildly, his waist shaking with laughter. Ye Fan was really afraid that his waist would flash and he would have to pay for it. After the old man stopped, he stared at Ye Fan and said: "
Is there any place in China that I, Song Jiachuan, don’t dare to go to? Little brat, it’s useless to play with me like a ragtag general, it’s outdated.”
"Hahaha..." Ye Fan suddenly laughed wildly. After a long time, he stopped laughing and glanced at Song Jiachuan. His face was also full of contempt, and he snorted: "You are a coward. You still don't believe it. It's been 40 years.
You feel guilty, so you don’t dare to go back, even just to take a look. The mountains, rivers, and men there can make you tremble. Don’t think I don’t know that you have a heart problem!"
"Hahaha..." Suddenly there was a loud sneer from the door. Ye Fan swept away and another old man came in. He seemed to be younger than Song Jiachuan, with a look of joy and happiness on his face.
He smiled and said: "Old Song, did you see that you were despised by the younger generation today? Happy, young people, it's well said, it's fun to say, it should be said like this. A heart disease is a heart disease, no one can cure it, haha
Ha ha……"
"Alas...Old Zhou, I made you laugh, but you believe what the little brat said." Song Jiachuan sighed, and his tone softened a lot.
"Who are you? Why are you talking about my dad like this?" At this time, a big girl with two pigtails came out of the door and hummed at Ye Fan.
The heroic young man next to Old Man Zhou saw the girl and immediately rushed forward and said to Ye Fan: "I have never seen such a crazy person. I have never seen such a frivolous little idiot. He actually dared to scold Uncle Song. He is not looking for death."
Just look for it.”
After the old man yelled at Ye Fan, he turned to the girl and said, "Chun Lian, I slapped him twice to vent your anger. You dare to scold your uncle. You are so insensitive, you are going against the grain."
As the guy spoke, he strode forward to take action.
"Weiguo, be gentle, don't break the fan." Old man Zhou glanced at Ye Fan indifferently. This man was a little weird. He wanted to laugh at Song Jiachuan, but seemed to be helping Ye Fan.
However, when he saw the young man trying to slap Ye Fan, he seemed indifferent and thought that Ye Fan should also be taught a lesson. Song Jiachuan frowned and said nothing.
"Don't worry, Dad, you don't trust your son's skills. Where do we work? If you say you hit the left cheek, you will never hit the right cheek. If you say it only hurts the skin, it will never hurt the bones. But, this kid is too crazy.
Now, just make a little steamed bun and come out. Otherwise, any dog would dare to bark wildly in front of our Chunlian." Zhou Weiguo proudly raised his fist, as if to demonstrate his merit, and slapped the tiger to create a fan.
past.
"Good fight, focus..." At this time, another indifferent hum came from the door made of fence. Ye Fan felt that it was familiar. He glanced sideways and was surprised. It turned out that this woman was actually the one who was there that day.
Feng Tianyao’s granddaughter Feng Qingwei met at the foot of Centipede Cliff in Bazi, Tianshui.
"It's girl Feng. Is she here to play with your sister Chunxiang again?" Old man Zhou looked at it and smiled.
In a blink of an eye.
Zhou Weiguo slapped him horizontally from the side.
"Hmph..." Ye Fan frowned, feeling that Zhou Weiguo had practiced a few tricks this time, so he put it aside casually.
"Ba..."
With a muffled sound, Zhou Weiguo was pulled by a strong force and rushed towards the small vegetable patch where Song Jiachuan had planted just now.
"My vegetable!" In Song Jiachuan's distressed cry, Zhou Weiguo fell to the vegetable ground, and the vegetable seedlings all over the floor were dead under his buttocks.
The others suddenly became dumbfounded. Especially Old Man Zhou, who looked at Ye Fan with a strange look in his eyes.
He knows the skills of his son Zhou Weiguo best. When he was a child, he trained under Chen Wubo, the disciple of Chen style Tai Chi, for more than ten years. He heard that he has reached the level of the third level of Chinese martial arts. He can kick off three stacked green balls.
Brick, even old man Zhou himself admired him endlessly.
What happened? The young man from Machuan pulled him out and threw him into the vegetable field five meters away. It was quite embarrassing.
Song Jiachuan also glanced at Ye Fan with a weird look on his face, suddenly smiled, and shouted: "It tastes good, boy, and has some skills. If you can beat this boy Zhou Weiguo to the ground, I can consider the solution you mentioned.
.”
"Old Song, don't be so vicious. Wei Guo is your son-in-law. After Chunlian passes away, he will not be your son of the Old Song family." Old man Zhou laughed dryly.
"Old guy, if you want to marry my Chunlian, you have to show your ability. If you don't win that position, don't even think about it, hum!" Song Jiachuan suddenly became proud.
"You..." Old Man Zhou choked with anger, pointed at Song Jiachuan, and after a long time he hummed: "If that position is so easy to get, go and try it."
"I don't care, this is the only condition." Song Jiachuan looked quite embarrassed. Old man Zhou's eyes were as wide as copper bells. He glanced at Feng Qingwei who was silent and said with a smile: "Girl Feng, your brother Wei Guo's
Is everything settled?"
"Brother Dashan said it couldn't be done, and their leader didn't agree." Feng Qingwei was a little embarrassed, shook her head, and kept staring at Ye Fan.
"Brother Dashan, could it be Feng Dashan? When I first met old man Feng, the man in green next to him seemed to be called Feng Dashan. Could it be that Feng Qingwei was talking about Feng Dashan? Judging from the weather conditions that day, Feng Dashan was probably
The members of the Central Police Internal Security Bureau sent by Lang Potian were sent to protect Feng Tianyao. Could it be that this boy named Zhou Weiguo is also from the Central Police Internal Security Bureau, and he also wants to get some kind of position..." Ye Fan muttered in his heart.
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At this moment, Zhou Weiguo's face suddenly turned purple as he climbed up from the vegetable field. He kicked his legs and rushed forward, shouting: "I'll beat you to death, you idiot."
Ye Fan stretched out his foot, and with a snap, Zhou Weiguo fell into the vegetable field again. This time it was even worse, as if he was lying on his back, and his whole body was covered in mud.
Feng Qingwei quickly pursed her lips and smiled, while Song Chunlian felt distressed and ran over to pull Zhou Weiguo up and help him pat the mud off his body.
Old man Zhou didn't say anything, but Song Jiachuan stared at Ye Fan with a half-smile, and encouraged: "Weiguo, it doesn't matter if you can't get that position. As long as you can defeat this kid from Machuan County, I will immediately agree to let you follow
Chunlian goes to apply for the certificate, otherwise, hum..."
"Okay..." Zhou Weiguo put down Song Chunlian's hand, adjusted his breath and stretched his legs, leaped into the air with a long stride, and kicked Ye Fan directly on the head. Several armed policemen stood by the fence next to the door and watched from a distance.
Come on.
"Haha..." Ye Fan smiled faintly and glanced at Feng Qingwei, who was glaring at him fiercely. This guy was deliberately causing trouble. He blinked his eyelids at Feng Qingwei a few times and casually punched her.
Zhou Weiguo's powerful kick, after Ye Fan's fist hit him, the whole person was hit and flew straight towards Feng Qingwei.
"Get away!" Zhou Weiguo yelled in panic, but the distance was too close and he couldn't control his body at all.
Seeing that the sole of his foot was about to kick Feng Qingwei's delicate waist, Song Jiachuan and the old man Zhou next to him were so anxious that they wanted to run over and pull her away, but the distance was too far. If they were kicked, then
It was so good that both old men panicked and their faces turned livid.
"Ye Fan, pull away quickly!" Song Jiachuan shouted.