In the old-fashioned Honda Accord, Bei Xiaoshuai proudly steered the steering wheel and whistled, while Liu Ziguang sat in the co-pilot's seat with an expression of admiration: "You're good, boy, where did you learn this skill?"
"I have a younger brother named Ma Chao who works as a small worker in a car repair shop. He is very good at this." Bei Xiaoshuai took out a red plum from his pocket and handed one to Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang took the cigarette and asked, "Is that the guy in Mobil's overalls? I can't tell there is anything wrong with it."
Bei Xiaoshuai fiddled with the electronic cigarette lighter, and replied: "I'm also an idiot, and in the factory, I also help people clean and wash cars, but this kid is good at cars, and every time he races in the game hall, he is the first. "
After pressing it for a long time, the electronic cigarette lighter turned out to be broken, and Bei Xiaoshuai was so angry that he punched the dashboard hard: "Fuck! Little Japanese cars just don't work! "
As if protesting him, the Accord suddenly shook twice and turned off.
"Damn it, this broken car is not as durable as the Jetta. I knew I would drive the Jetta." Bei Xiaoshuai complained. He got out of the car and opened the engine compartment cover .
"Brother, I'm afraid I have to get it repaired. You can go on the Maliu first. It's not far from the garage here. We can just push it." Bei Xiaoshuai had no choice but to surrender.
Liu Ziguang said: "Okay, you guys go to repair the car, you will be real at night, see you soon."
The soldiers were divided into two groups, Bei Xiaoshuai and other five people pushed the cart to the repair shop where Ma Chao was, and Liu Ziguang got on Ma Liu and went back first.
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On the street, onlookers have been persuaded to leave by 110 patrol officers. The leader of the brigade was also present, and the owner of the car who was pulling the Cayenne was talking at the same time . Sucking, he took out his mobile phone and kept calling, which meant to make things worse.
Li Shangting was very wronged, and complained to the squadron leader: "This car is obviously a fake military car, why is it so rampant?"
The squadron leader is in his thirties, and he knows more about the world than a little policeman like Li Shangting. He patted Li Shangting on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiao Li, fake military vehicles belong to fake military vehicles, and a Cayenne is a Cayenne after all. Wan's car, can you impound it?"
"Of course I can, because I have the national emblem on my head!" Li Shangting suddenly got angry and contradicted the squadron leader.
The squadron leader was taken aback for a moment, as if he saw the shadow of his youth in Xiao Li, he smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's see how the Wang team will deal with it, now people say that you instigated social personnel to beat them, and they want to sue you ."
"But I don't know those people at all. I'm dealing with their licensed cars." Li Shangting's eyes turned red when he heard that.
"How can you fight for me if you don't know them? How can you let them go if you don't know you?" Li Shangting, the squadron leader, was at a loss for words.
"Well, I don't know what you are, but sometimes society is like this. Outsiders see us police as majestic, but in fact, we are going to be bullied by these BMWs and Mercedes-Benz. Who can understand? Xiao Li, learn more from the masters in the future." The squadron leader sighed, took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Shangting.
Li Shangting lit a cigarette and took a sharp puff, coughing so hard that the captain had already solved the problem, and Cayenne flaunted his power and walked away. When passing by Li Shangting, the two boys inside were still pointing at the car window. He cursed silently, to the effect that he would wait and see.
Li Shangting took off his helmet in resentment, raised it high but put it down lightly, his young face was flushed, just as the captain came over and coughed dryly.
The squadron leader and Li Shangting quickly put down the cigarettes and stood at attention.
"It's settled. It's Mr. Zhang and his wife who developed the car. The license plate is issued to the minister through the Ministry of Armed Forces. Whether it's true or not, it's a mess."
The squadron leader hurriedly asked, "Is Xiao Li all right?"
"It's okay, Lao Zhang, take him with you more, don't make such scenes in the future, trouble!" After finishing speaking, the team leader got into the police car and left.
The squadron leader breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Li Shangting on the shoulder: "I'll transfer you to a shift, go home and adjust your mood first."
"Yes." Li Shangting agreed in a low voice.
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Zhicheng Garden, property security room, Liu Ziguang with his legs crossed on the table, leisurely waiting for work, there is 120,000 cash in the drawer, and he feels very happy when he thinks about it.
120,000 is not much, and it is not much, but it is no problem to improve the living conditions of the family. Have parents worked hard all their lives, and now there is no air conditioner at home, and the refrigerator is an old Xiangxue from the 1990s Hai, the TV is also a 21-inch Changhong TV. I bought it at a discount back then. The old couple have no hobbies. They just watch TV at night. Now that I have money, I will add a 46-inch LCD for them first. .
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While planning for a small day, the phone rang, and it was Xiao Bei's voice that picked it up: "Brother, I am Xiao Bei, and now I am in a car repair shop, and I don't know where Zhang Biao bought the broken Accord . Damn, it's an old car from 1997, the fifth-generation Accord! People told me that this car has not been maintained for a long time, and the cylinder is broken, so it needs to be overhauled."
"How much does the overhaul cost?"
"The asking price is 30,000. It may not be possible to repair it. The key is that it doesn't match well."
"For 30,000 yuan, I still need to repair a P, throw it there, and wait for Zhang Biao to redeem it with the money."
After hanging up the phone, Liu Ziguang couldn't help but worry about Zhang Biao's financial situation. This guy looks like a dog, and the three cars are either fake cars or junk. Hurry up and give the rest of the money, and the dump truck has to come over quickly.
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That night, all the heroes gathered together again. When they walked into the shed, Liu Ziguang felt that something was wrong. He was usually joking and joking, especially the guy who liked to joke with him today had red eye circles . Every time with vigor.
"Mao boy, what's the matter, tell brother something." Liu Ziguang said.
"It's okay, what do you want?" The boy wiped away his tears and asked in a low voice, as if he had something to hide.
Liu Ziguang didn't force him, saying: "Old rules, pay what you want, and pay the bill together later. "
Mao Hai responded, and went back to light the charcoal stove, over there, Bei Xiaoshuai led dozens of people also arrived.
"Brother, let me introduce you formally. This is Ma Chao, my brothers. If you have anything to do, just say hello. You don't need to go to the 4S shop to change the oil filter or something like Ma Liu. It's just a fucking hell. Yes, Ma Chao will take care of these little things."
Liu Ziguang looked down at Ma Chao. The young man was not tall, but he had a solid figure. His hair was a mess, his body was covered with oil, and his hands were even more black with stains and sludge, which couldn't be washed clean, but his eyes were shiny.
Liu Ziguang shook Ma Chao's black hand a few times indifferently, patted him on the shoulder and said, " Sit whatever you want, don't be polite later, drink as much as you want, brother is enough."
But Ma Chao didn't follow Bei Xiaoshuai to take a seat, but hesitated: "Brother, I have something..."
"What's the matter, tell me."
"Actually, that Accord is a purely imported product. It can be seen from the frequency band of the radio and the stopwatch. The car is a good car, but the driving is too bad. If you don't worry, brother, let me play with it, and maybe it can be fixed." Ma Chao He seemed to be hesitant when he said this, after all he knew his identity, he was just a small car wash worker in an auto repair factory.
"Okay! Anyway, the dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, and I will leave it to you."
Liu Ziguang didn't even bat an eyelid. Although he didn't know much about Ma Chao, he saw a spirit from this young man called struggle and persistence.
"You fix it? How much will it cost?" Bei Xiaoshuai asked in surprise.
"I don't need a penny. Anyway, I live in the auto repair shop at night, and I get up to work secretly at night. It's okay." Ma Chao said. "Stop bragging, your manager said it would cost 30,000 yuan, and it may not be repaired." Bei Xiaoshuai still didn't believe it.
"Actually, it's the cylinder. Boring and grinding can solve the problem. Although this car is a small Japanese car, it is a smuggled American car. The quality is not bad. I believe it can be fixed." Ma Chao explained.
"Okay, you boy, I didn't realize that you can do this. Since when did your master teach you the craft?" Bei Xiaoshuai listened to what he said clearly and logically, and felt that there was something for him, so he grinned happily.
Ma Chao scratched his head: "I learned it secretly."
"That's right, stealing a teacher to become a talent, I appreciate it very much, let's go, go drink!" Liu Ziguang walked into the shed with his arm around Ma Chao's shoulder.
"Boss, what do you mean by stealing a teacher?" A middle school student with a yellow hair looked like a question mark on his face.
Bei Xiaoshuai slapped his head and said, "Sb! Stealing a master means stealing things from the master's house, I do n't even understand that!"
With the addition of more than a dozen off-duty security guards, the barbecue shed became more lively. Several coquettish girls brought by Bei Xiaoshuai were all wearing revealing short skirts, showing a shocking whiteness around their waists, and some were still loosely tied. A red rope, shuttled among the men with a cigarette in its mouth, screaming exaggeratedly from time to time: " You bastard, what are you doing touching my ass!"
The girls are wearing heavy makeup, and they are seventeen or eighteen years old again, with suspenders and short skirts twisting around, their eyes are full of white thighs, and the men have eaten a lot of goat balls, kidneys and other things that are hot, and they feel a little bit It was hot and dry, and there seemed to be a fire burning in their stomachs, so they took off their shirts, and poured cold draft beer and two yuan of Shanshui beer down their throats, trying to extinguish the evil fire.
The greenhouse was smoky, and the masculine aura seemed to spread fearfully.
"Boss, what's the show tonight?" someone shouted.
"Internet cafes all night!" A middle school student shouted, immediately aroused a lot of ridicule.
"Go disco." A coquettish girl suggested. "Bouncing, you know how to show off your two tits!" Bei Xiaoshuai vetoed it on the spot, standing up and holding up the beer bottle: "I solemnly suggest that everyone go to Huaqing Pool to take a sauna!"
This YD incomparable proposal was immediately approved unanimously by the men with excess hormones. Everyone raised their wine bottles and beer glasses and shouted: "Sauna! Sauna!"
The security guards under Liu Ziguang are all young men in their twenties and bachelors in their twenties. Naturally, security guards have no money to marry wives and have friends. It costs 800 yuan a month. The plane is settled, and now someone treats them in their arms, and they couldn't agree more.
Bei Xiaoshuai has a group of half-grown children, most of them are first-timers, who are hazy about sex, but extremely curious. Now that the boss proposes to go to the legendary Huaqing Pool to take a sauna, their eyes shine even more .
Bei Xiaoshuai smiled, sat down and said to Liu Ziguang: "Brother, Huaqing Pool is okay, girls from the Northeast, you can live for a hundred yuan, go and have a good time?"
Liu Ziguang stubbed out the cigarette butt: "You play, I have a night shift at night."
Bei Xiaoshuai looked disapproving: "I know brother, you think they are low-level, but in fact there are also high-level ones there. I heard that their manager worked as a technician in Dongguan, and their work is absolutely top-notch!"
Liu Ziguang was noncommittal, and smiled faintly.
The big shed was full of smog, and today it was booked out by Liu Ziguang and others. Li Jianguo and Mao Hai were basically fine. The two were whispering something next to the stove behind the tent. There was a lot of noise, and Liu Ziguang could vaguely hear things like cancer and sister-in-law. After a while, I saw the hairy boy walking out with shoulders shrugged, his thin figure disappearing into the darkness.
After a while, Li Jianguo came out, first came to have a drink with Liu Ziguang and the others, and then said in a low voice, "Brother, I need to talk to you."