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Chapter 9 In the police station (1)

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    Gong Xiaojun squatted in the interrogation room of the Guangming Street Police Station, and first became interested in a huge light bulb on his head.

    This is a 200-watt light bulb, just like the one hanging in front of Gong Xiaojun's melon shed. The difference is that this one is hanging above Gong Xiaojun's head, and the height is just as high as a person.  Shine bright.  Gong Xiaojun was full of curiosity about this huge light bulb. He looked up and found that it was just the same brand as the one in front of his melon shed, which made him feel very close to this light bulb.  So, he stretched out his hands and touched them again, trying to see through the palms, just like the X-rays in the hospital.  As a result, the hot bulb scalded him.  He looked at the slightly red hand and cursed something.

    Anyone who has squatted here knows that the function of this huge light bulb is not to increase the brightness of the room but to increase the local temperature. For example, your hair can be baked yellow and bent by it, and you will sweat profusely after a while  dripping or something.  Then, the public security officers will sit down at the table opposite you, drink iced drinks, and start asking questions unhurriedly, such as what is your name and where you live.

    Gong Xiaojun was thrown into this hut, and after squatting down in the corner, no one came to interrogate him.  He found it disappointing and uninteresting, like a samurai who was ready for a desperate fight and waited for a long time to find that his opponent never came at all.

    For such a fireball like Gong Xiaojun, the public security officers must of course deal with it coldly first.

    After Gong Xiaojun looked at the light bulb, he thought of Zhuzhu. He wondered if Zhuzhu had seen what happened today?  What would she think when she saw it?  Would you still call him Big Brother Gong like before?  He had wanted to ask her out for a meal a long time ago, but he never had the chance. He thought he would find a way to ask her out when the batch of watermelons were sold out, but now it seems that there is almost no possibility.

    Actually, this is not the first time that Gong Xiaojun entered the police station, this is the second time.  However, the first time he said it was a little embarrassing, not so glorious.  That's when he was sent in by the nosy Security Council when he beat his wife Liu Yang.  After only being locked up for half a day, he wrote an inspection and came out.

    Gong Xiaojun was born to look down on men who beat their wives. What is a man's ability to beat his wife? It's like a tiger swallowing a rabbit. It's not a level. How can it be considered fair competition?  Boxing matches have to be weighed before the fight, let alone a gender?  Of course, Gong Xiaojun thought this way, not because Liu Yang shouldn't hit him. Several times when she and Liu Yang quarreled, she couldn't help but want to punch him a few times when she saw her spitting out dirty words from her open and closed mouth.  However, he didn't raise his hand, he didn't want to change his belief.

    Liu Yang lived with Gong Xiaojun for several years, and he found almost no other advantages in Gong Xiaojun, but he discovered that he never beat his wife.  This is Gong Xiaojun's only advantage, and it is precisely because of this that she seems to be confident, not afraid of the sky falling and the earth cracking.  what can you do  How dare you?  Anyway, you dare not hit me.  Liu Yang thinks this way every time he quarrels with Gong Xiaojun.

    Liu Yang and Gong Xiaojun got married for the houses in the garden of the Gong family. She thought that if she sold all these houses, she would not be able to enjoy them all her life, so why should she work so hard for living?  Of course, this is just her wishful thinking. How could Gong Xiaojun's mother agree to sell the only property of the Gong family?

    When Gong Xiaojun swung his fist to hit Liu Yang in the face that day, he felt a little compelled, just like a person riding on his head to shit and you have to lift it off.

    It was the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month last year. Gong Xiaojun, a college classmate, met him on the road and insisted on giving him a box of apples.  He and this classmate had a very good relationship when they were in school. In order to save food tickets, they once ate together together.  necessities.  They cooperated very well and never had any problems due to uneven distribution. When they graduated, they gave each other notebooks with plastic covers as souvenirs.  This classmate was admitted directly from the countryside, and after graduation, he was assigned to the county science and technology committee in his hometown.  I reported to the County Science and Technology Commission, and was assigned to the Agricultural New Technology Promotion Station in the town below.  When he was going to college, he just wanted to graduate from agriculture to non-farmers, so he stayed in the city. Unexpectedly, he turned into non-farmers, but he was still in the countryside, so he resigned in a fit of anger and started a business.  booming.  That day, they met at the north end of Guangming Street. At that time, his classmate had just arrived at the home of a director in charge of his industry in the province to give a gift.

    In our northern city, when the Chinese New Year comes, people from below often come to give gifts to the provincial leaders. At this time, the cars running on the road are all foreign brands, almost all of which are dual-purpose.  One year, there was a traffic congestion in a certain departmental dormitory in the province because there were too many gift-giving cars, so that the traffic police had to be called in to evacuate the traffic.

      Most of the gifts that people from the city give to people in the city are modern home appliances and the like, while the gifts that people from the country give to people in the city are mostly local products.  A few days ago, there was a gift-giving joke in our place, and no one could laugh out loud after hearing it.  There are two different versions of a joke, the first version looks like this:

    According to the will of the factory director, a clerk of a township enterprise gave a gift to the supervisor of the competent department in the provincial capital. The gift was a box of soft-shelled turtles.  There are five soft-shelled turtles of different sizes.  The factory manager has already done the calculations. There are five people in the whole place, and one person is just right.  In order not to give the big ones to the small ones and give the small ones to the big ones, the careful factory director personally carved marks on the back of the turtle when he left, such as Director Zhang, Deputy Director Li and so on.  That day, when the clerk came in with a box in his arms, he couldn't help being a little nervous, and slipped on the marble floor of the office when he got nervous.  As a result, the box broke and the turtle ran all over the place.  So, he arrested him and shouted at the same time: Director Zhang, Deputy Director Li, don't run away.

    The first half of the second version is no different from the first one. It is also a gift from the countryside to the city. It is also a soft-shelled turtle, not just one. The big difference is that there is no lettering on the back of the soft-shelled turtle.  When the country clerk delivered the soft-shelled turtles to the city clerk, the city clerk looked at a box of soft-shelled turtles, and asked the country clerk, how to divide them?  People in the city call the soft-shelled turtle a soft-shelled turtle, but in their countryside they call it a bastard.  The country clerk said that when he left, the director of the factory had explained that the big officials were big bullshit, and the small officials were petty bullshit.

    The classmate jumped out of the car when he saw Gong Xiaojun, shook hands cordially and exchanged a few greetings before insisting on giving Gong Xiaojun a box of Red Fuji apples.  I haven't seen you for a few years, how can I accept other people's things?  Gong Xiaojun insisted on not wanting it, but his classmates said that if they want it, they should have it, and if they don¡¯t want it, they should have it. The reason is that the dozen or so copies prepared when they came here were sent out, and there was only one family left with a box, so why take it back?

    Gong Xiaojun received the apple and took it home happily. This was the first time he received a gift when he grew up, so he felt naturally good.  When entering the gate of the courtyard, he even shouted loudly, "Is Director Gong at home? I brought you a gift."

    Red Fuji apple is a new variety, which was just introduced from Japan, and there were very few of them at that time.  When Liu Yang saw the apple, she thought of her mother Zhang Yihong. She thought her mother must be very happy to see this thing, so she decided to give the apple to her mother.

    In our place, it is popular to give gifts to parents-in-law and mother-in-law during Chinese New Year and festivals, just like subordinates give gifts to superiors.  People married you after raising their daughter, how can you not be filial?  The problem is that Liu Yang wants to give all the apples to her mother, but Gong Xiaojun said that if your mother is my mother, then my mother is not my mother?  Half a box for each family, and half a box for a family.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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