Chapter 870
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Just after I came back from Macheng, boss Bai of the antique street told me that there was a mud leg who came here every day these two days and listened to the audio and video of Shandong people. He asked Mr. Zhang whether he was in or not every day. It seemed that there was something urgent.
I'm glad to say that I'm also famous now. It's very beautiful that people come here so far.
I didn't come back for a few days, so I cleaned the shop and made a pot of tea, waiting for this man to come to me.
At noon, a simple looking middle-aged man in a sweater came to the shop with a big bag in his hand and asked if I was Mr. Zhang? Listening to the accent is the Shandong man that boss Bai said.
I said that I am. The man cried excitedly, "ah, I'm looking forward to you! Mr. Zhang, you have to help our village. "
I was a little confused by the endless words, so I asked him to sit down first and pour him a cup of tea. The man took a sip of jasmine tea, narrowed his eyes into a line, and said: "fragrant, really fragrant! Mr. Zhang is worthy of being a man of high rank in the world. He even pays so much attention to tea. "
"Uncle, what's your surname?" I asked.
"My name is Li, my name is Dakang..."
"Poof!"
......
it took me a lot of time to push this thing off. Naturally, things were confiscated. When Dakang was invited out by me, I felt a little guilty for the look of crying on his face.
This man has been standing on the opposite side of the street, which makes me unable to go out for lunch. I can only make a bowl of instant noodles in the shop. Li Mazi is still in Macheng. He is drunk with a beautiful teacher. Yin Xinyue has a lot of work to deal with because he asked for leave two days ago. I can only spend time with him alone in the shop.
This afternoon, I was suffocated in the shop. I could only call Wei Yu out to relieve my boredom. After all, in Macheng, I promised to let her have enough blood essence for two weeks.
After dark, Dakang was still standing across the street with a piece of dry steamed bread in his hand.
I'm not guilty now, but bored. Isn't this a moral kidnapping? I hate this kind of thing the most in my life!
I thought to myself: I don't care about it anyway. You can stand as long as you like.
"Mr. Zhang, please help the villagers!"
Several passers-by in the street were attracted by this scene to watch the bustle. My face was green and red. I quickly helped him up, patted the dirt off his pants, and advised him, "why do you suffer? If you have the time, go to the government. "
"Mr. Zhang, to tell you the truth, I've found all the departments I need to find, and indeed I've won some donations and relief food for the villagers, but these are all to save the poor. If this rain doesn't stop, everyone will have to beg for food next year. " As he spoke, he shed a few tears.
I sigh, forget it. I think it's bad luck. This is the only time.
"Yes, I will accompany you!"
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Just after I came back from Macheng, boss Bai of the antique street told me that there was a mud leg who came here every day these two days and listened to the audio and video of Shandong people. He asked Mr. Zhang whether he was in or not every day. It seemed that there was something urgent.
I'm glad to say that I'm also famous now. It's very beautiful that people come here so far.
I didn't come back for a few days, so I cleaned the shop and made a pot of tea, waiting for this man to come to me.
At noon, a simple looking middle-aged man in a sweater came to the shop with a big bag in his hand and asked if I was Mr. Zhang? Listening to the accent is the Shandong man that boss Bai said.
I said that I am. The man cried excitedly, "ah, I'm looking forward to you! Mr. Zhang, you have to help our village. "
I was a little confused by the endless words, so I asked him to sit down first and pour him a cup of tea. The man took a sip of jasmine tea, narrowed his eyes into a line, and said: "fragrant, really fragrant! Mr. Zhang is worthy of being a man of high rank in the world. He even pays so much attention to tea. "
"Uncle, what's your surname?" I asked.
"My name is Li, my name is Dakang..."
"Poof!"
......
it took me a lot of time to push this thing off. Naturally, things were confiscated. When Dakang was invited out by me, I felt a little guilty for the look of crying on his face.
This man has been standing on the opposite side of the street, which makes me unable to go out for lunch. I can only make a bowl of instant noodles in the shop. Li Mazi is still in Macheng. He is drunk with a beautiful teacher. Yin Xinyue has a lot of work to deal with because he asked for leave two days ago. I can only spend time with him alone in the shop.
This afternoon, I was suffocated in the shop. I could only call Wei Yu out to relieve my boredom. After all, in Macheng, I promised to let her have enough blood essence for two weeks.
After dark, Dakang was still standing across the street with a piece of dry steamed bread in his hand.
I'm not guilty now, but bored. Isn't this a moral kidnapping? I hate this kind of thing the most in my life!
I thought to myself: I don't care about it anyway. You can stand as long as you like.
"Mr. Zhang, please help the villagers!"
Several passers-by in the street were attracted by this scene to watch the bustle. My face was green and red. I quickly helped him up, patted the dirt off his pants, and advised him, "why do you suffer? If you have the time, go to the government. "
"Mr. Zhang, to tell you the truth, I've found all the departments I need to find, and indeed I've won some donations and relief food for the villagers, but these are all to save the poor. If this rain doesn't stop, everyone will have to beg for food next year. " As he spoke, he shed a few tears.
I sigh, forget it. I think it's bad luck. This is the only time.
"Yes, I will accompany you!"
Just after I came back from Macheng, boss Bai of the antique street told me that there was a mud leg who came here every day these two days and listened to the audio and video of Shandong people. He asked Mr. Zhang whether he was in or not every day. It seemed that there was something urgent. I'm glad to say that I'm also famous now. It's very beautiful that people come here so far. I didn't come back for a few days, so I cleaned the shop and made a pot of tea, waiting for this man to come to me. At noon, a simple looking middle-aged man in a sweater came to the shop with a big bag in his hand and asked if I was Mr. Zhang? Listening to the accent is the Shandong man that boss Bai said. I said that I am. The man cried excitedly, "ah, I'm looking forward to you! Mr. Zhang, you have to help our village. " I was a little confused by the endless words, so I asked him to sit down first and pour him a cup of tea. The man took a sip of jasmine tea, narrowed his eyes into a line, and said: "fragrant, really fragrant! Mr. Zhang is worthy of being a man of high rank in the world. He even pays so much attention to tea. " "Uncle, what's your surname?" I asked. "My name is Li, my name is Dakang..." "Poof!" ...... it took me a lot of time to push this thing off. Naturally, things were confiscated. When Dakang was invited out by me, I felt a little guilty for the look of crying on his face. This man has been standing on the opposite side of the street, which makes me unable to go out for lunch. I can only make a bowl of instant noodles in the shop. Li Mazi is still in Macheng. He is drunk with a beautiful teacher. Yin Xinyue has a lot of work to deal with because he asked for leave two days ago. I can only spend time with him alone in the shop. This afternoon, I was suffocated in the shop. I could only call Wei Yu out to relieve my boredom. After all, in Macheng, I promised to let her have enough blood essence for two weeks. After dark, Dakang was still standing across the street with a piece of dry steamed bread in his hand. I'm not guilty now, but bored. Isn't this a moral kidnapping? I hate this kind of thing the most in my life! I thought to myself: I don't care about it anyway. You can stand as long as you like. "Mr. Zhang, please help the villagers!" Several passers-by in the street were attracted by this scene to watch the bustle. My face was green and red. I quickly helped him up, patted the dirt off his pants, and advised him, "why do you suffer? If you have the time, go to the government. " "Mr. Zhang, to tell you the truth, I've found all the departments I need to find, and indeed I've won some donations and relief food for the villagers, but these are all to save the poor. If this rain doesn't stop, everyone will have to beg for food next year. " As he spoke, he shed a few tears. I sigh, forget it. I think it's bad luck. This is the only time. "Yes, I will accompany you!"
