Chapter 2 Flying to Hengfu?

In front of the unspoken rules, how can the nutritional value of a sausage and two eggs be compared with two bags of fresh milk and an abalone? - Zhang Deshuai's Quotation

Sunny Wednesday, July 20, 2011

I was going to move today, but it was a pity that Kong Ergou's bread had a traffic accident yesterday. I don't know which short-sighted driver actually had an ambiguous relationship with Kong Ergou's car. There is nothing wrong with the car, but the passenger identity on Kong Ergou is a little special - it was mentioned in yesterday's diary that Kong Ergou pulled a dead body. Now, the family members of the passengers quit, and a group of people rushed up to the unlucky driver. As a result, Kong Ergou's car was taken to the repair shop for overhaul today. Today's home can't be moved. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. We still have to stand on the last shift - finish the previously unfinished small advertisements today.

After half a day of fatigue and fighting with the urban management and sanitation departments, I returned to my residence. At the door, there was a guy in a white shirt and black suit trousers. Based on yesterday's experience, I judge that he is an insurance seller. Why? Have you ever seen an intermediary waiting outside the door? It seems that the economy is really sluggish now, and those who sell insurance are old. The hairstyle supported by the central government, coupled with the raised belly, all show that the insurance seller is a middle-aged man who is older than me.

When I was thinking about what wording to use to refuse his insurance, the suit trousers man saw me coming and greeted me: "Are you Mr. Zhang Deshuai? I'm lawyer Mei from Dacheng Office. This is my business card.

The big list is coming. My clients are usually small clinics, or some recruitment or something. It is the first time for me to receive the list from a law firm. It seems that my business is going to begin to expand, which is due to our literary temperament and superb business level. I cleared my throat: "Where are you, what business do you want to do? You can put 120 hearts on this. My business level is the highest in this area. In order to adapt to different consumer groups, the company has a variety of packages for you to choose from, including noble and luxury packages, dynamic site packages, ready-to-use packages, etc. Depending on your identity, I think you should choose a noble luxury package, which can show your identity. Of course, noble and luxury package..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I'm here to do business." The suit man interrupted me.

"It's right to have a business to come to me. I'm the most popular in this film." Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered the flower-like boss's wife of the Regent Hotel in Domestic Lingling Paint. We are determined to sell our art and not our bodies. We have gone far.

"Oh, I'm sorry, here's the thing." The man in suit trousers is really worthy of being a lawyer, and then he began to talk about the lotus, as if the river was endless, as if the Yellow River was overflowing**.

He told me that I have an uncle named Zhang Lifa, who is a Taoist priest. The old man is capable of lifting a pen to calm the world, martial arts can defeat evil spirits, know women on the kang, and know shoes on the kang. After all, he has great ability. Some time ago, after eating four boiled eggs and being choked, the old man felt that his limit was not far away, so he made a will to give all his inheritance to my nephew.

I remembered that my father told me that he had a brother. Not long after I was born, he left home. I haven't heard from him for many years. At this time, my uncle can still think of his nephew. The dog-blooded plots in the TV series come to my mind, but the male leading ones are all Zhang Deshuai. The fortune-teller was right. As long as I inherit my uncle's inheritance, I can be as rich as Li Ka-shing. Since then, the beautiful woman will automatically throw herself into her arms and enjoy all the blessings of the people.

I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth, and now when I look at the baldness of the suit trousers, I feel much better than just now. I asked the suit men a few questions in a row: "When are we going to leave?" Where are you going, Hong Kong or New Malaysia? What else do I need to bring? Do you want to apply for a passport?

The suit trousers man began to answer my questions one by one: If it's convenient, we can leave now. The place is not far away, and there is no need to take a plane at all. Just take a taxi. If the car is not easy to take a taxi, it's okay to ride, and the passport is not considered. Remember to bring your ID card. Finally, the man in the suit didn't forget to add a sentence: If I don't start a big traffic jam, it won't affect my business.

It seems that my uncle and I live not far away, at least in a city. I didn't expect to live with an uncle who cares about me so much. The key is to get me out of poverty. From today on, we have begun to add eggs to eat noodles.

When I get off the taxi, I know that this suit man can't make friends - he insists on sitting behind the taxi and paying the driver in front of him. Remember that three kinds of people can't hand in: first, those who go to the toilet after dinner can't hand in; second, those who take a shower slowly can't hand in; third, those who take a taxi back can't hand in. The suit trousers man belongs to the third kind, but I don't want to make friends with him. Now look at his bare forehead and feel uncomfortable. His forehead is like a mirror reflecting the sun, shaking my eyes all the time. Later in the diary, he wrote a sentence: This incident fully shows that people in suits in summer can't believe it. Once again, Xiaosheng unintentionally hurt anyone here. It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously.)

The bald man in the suit trousers came out with a box, took a document in his hand, and said to me, "You can compare the list. If it's all right, sign your name on this contract. When it's over, please call me again. There is an unlucky driver over there who is still looking for me to file a lawsuit. I'll go there first. You can call my business card at any time. After saying that, the bald man in the suit trousers put his hand on his stomach and threw me alone in the same place.

When the first-class bald man left, I couldn't wait to open the box. There are always sad and happy in life. There is no deed of house I imagined in the box, and there are many zero pass books, gold, silver and jewelry behind. There is a Taoist statue, painted with kind eyebrows, two bronze incense burners, and several books: Wired "Golden Bottle Plum", "Code of Conduct for Taoist priests", "On the Quality and Cultivation of Taoist priests" And so on, some old and broken magazines, the oldest part is the ones printed with bikini beauties. I shook off the book and suddenly bursts of dust from the book, which made me cough fiercely. At the same time, a letter fell out. The envelope said, "Deshuai, my nephew, personally."

I tore open the envelope, and I carefully searched for the contents of the letter without letting go of even a little information. Uncle mentioned in his letter that our Zhang family and Zhang Tianshi have a very deep relationship. In those years, the second egg in Zhang Tianshi's neighborhood was our ancestors. When Tianshi was a child, the second egg bullied him a lot and often plucked the heavenly master's little braids. Later, the heavenly master got the Tao, and the second egg also benefited. There was also a system in the Taoist sect, which was converted into the present. It's the deputy department level. Anyway, he is a leader; he is the 65th generation of Zhang Erdan's descendants (I'm the 66th generation, and I don't care about anything else, but the number is quite auspicious). Here are some of my uncle's memoirs, which also mention the past when I peed on his neck.

Uncle also told me in his letter: He was thinking about me very much. At first glance, he felt that I was very similar to Zhang Erdan, that is, his father's 65th party. After his deduction, he determined that I was the reincarnation of Zhang Erdan; (When I saw this, my head was big, that is to say, I was the 66th party of my own father and I It is also my 66th generation of descendants. My uncle called me nephew and had to call me ancestors at the same time. Anyway, the relationship was a little chaotic. He also told me to carry forward Taoism and not to humiliate the name of our ancestors.

At the end of the letter, uncle left a sentence: "There is still a surprise stuck in the envelope for me." I said, uncle is not such a stingy person. I took out a ticket from the envelope. This ticket carries my ardent hope of becoming rich and well-off.

I quickly called the bald man in the suit trousers and hurriedly signed my name on the contract. I ran away from the man in the suit trousers and ran to the pawnshop.

Surprise and surprise, first and then followed by joy. In the face of the redemption, my uncle did surprise me, but I was happy to enter the underworld with his eggs. What are these? A mahogany sword, a few pieces of paper with the book of heaven (fortunately, I saw Lin Zhengying's zombie films when I was a child, and I knew these were runes used by Taoist priests), a very artistic broken Taoist suit (there are many holes on it), an oily Taoist hat, and a small bell. Where's my passbook, my deed, and my gold, silver and jewelry?!

At home, I carpeted and carefully checked my uncle's relics several times, and the seams of the clothes were not spared. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I was fooled by the fortune teller who "knowledge changes fate".

There is another piece of good news today: the agent suit trousers man told me that my small building has three links and can be checked in at any time. At the beginning of the sentence, he added another one, but hesitated and finally hung up the phone, and I didn't hear the rest of him.