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Volume 3 Shandong Thief Chapter 534: I have two big steamed buns

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    There are some small chairs in front of the Xishan Waterfall in People's Park for people who come to watch the scenery.  Let the tired people take a rest here before continuing down.  After all, it is People's Park, so the scenery is naturally not too bad.  In front is the center of Shanghai, serving as the royal back garden.  The scenery of Xishan Waterfall is much better than that of the elderly park in the suburbs.  But there are not too many people coming and going here. Although these chairs are clean, they are all rusty. It seems that not many people want to sit here.  Think about it, the housing prices here have already been sky-high. Although it is a People's Park, it is impossible for ordinary people to come here often.  And the people who can buy houses nearby are all dignitaries.  How could these people take a walk in the park?  In front of the Xishan Waterfall, a middle-aged man sat on a rusty chair, holding a book "Good Men Are Unkind" in his hand. He read the plot in the book with a playful smile on his face.  After a while, a man with a fair complexion and gold-rimmed glasses hurried over.  Whispering a few words into the man's ear, the man closed his eyes and the playful smile on his lips became stronger.  The man dropped the book in his hand and sighed softly: "Xiang Beifeng, Xiang Beifeng, what's the use of such a crappy thing?" The secretary frowned slightly and said softly: "Secretary He, Xiang Beifeng said  This book was not written by him." The middle-aged man asked with disdain, "It wasn't him?" The secretary was a little nervous, and cold sweat broke out on her back when the middle-aged man looked at her.  The middle-aged man said again: "Who could it be?" The secretary was a little nervous and hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's indeed not him. I questioned him carefully, but he firmly rejected it. We are on the same rope now, he can't possibly" "Xiao Lin  "You're looking too close!" The middle-aged man stood up.  Lin Zhiheng didn¡¯t dare to say anything.  The middle-aged man walked forward and said with a smile on his face: "This book is very good. Everyone in the party can read it. The book is very realistic and very good." "Yes, yes!" Secretary Lin  Zhiheng nodded quickly.  The middle-aged man smiled, turned to Lin Zhiheng and said, "Xiao Lin, take a look first before talking. Don't jump to conclusions. Is there any dispute about who the author of this book is?" Lin Zhiheng had a cold sweat on his face, just thinking  Nodding.  The middle-aged man turned around and left, and Lin Zhiheng hurriedly followed.  The middle-aged man said sternly: "Meeting!" Twenty minutes later, in the building in front of People's Park.  Everyone in the conference room was wearing suits and ties, except for a middle-aged man standing at the end of the conference table, wearing a linen Mao suit, which was very traditional Chinese.  At the meeting, a middle-aged male ** gave a special lecture on "Good People Are Not Kind: The Last Song of the Commercial Building". He said: "This book is very good. Everyone should read it carefully when they go back. The Shanghai market in the book is about  Those of you sitting here, do you know what you were evaluated in the book? "The Walking Dead!" Starting from this book, this sentence spread all over the book market.  .  It became the propaganda slogan of the book "Bu Ren". Bu Ren burned every corner of the book market with its fire-like popularity.  ¡­ In Sheshan, Xiang Beifeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.  There were a dozen copies of 'Unkind' on the table, he was holding one in his hand, and Anna was lying on the sofa, wearing a nightgown.  Under the tulle nightgown is the proud capital of a foreign woman. She also holds a copy of "Unkind" in her hand and reads the book with amusement at the corner of her mouth.  Xiang Beifeng was a little anxious and stood in front of the window and walked back and forth.  He said excitedly: "Secretary He's plan is really ingenious and ingenious. Expose him and see what he does. Huh!" Anna didn't speak, lying on the sofa and reading quietly.  Xiang Beifeng walked to the table and took a sip of water. He said with scarlet eyes: "After he is exposed, let the Discipline Inspection Commission intervene and let the police come. Let him die without a burial place. From now on, the company will be yours and mine in the summer. Anna, I  Suddenly, I felt that happiness came so quickly. Fortunately, we didn't do anything that day. If I had done it, it would have been a disaster. But now, I can kill him without any effort. Haha, it's so happy. " Xiang Bei.  Feng was extremely excited and walked quickly in front of the window.  He walked to Anna, hugged Anna's body, lowered his head and was about to kiss Anna.  He felt that he was capable again, and he was very eager in his bones.  Anna looked at Xiang Beifeng with helplessness in her eyes.  She closed her eyes, sighed and looked at Xiang Beifeng, who had scarlet eyes, and said, "This is not Secretary He's plan." Xiang Beifeng frowned slightly, took two steps back and said, "Impossible, except for Secretary He,  It's impossible for anyone to know so clearly." Anna smiled and said, "You're right. No one except Hao Ren himself knows anything about this book.  No one else knows that although Secretary He is powerful, he doesn¡¯tIt's Hao Ren.  And you and I are not him either.  This book is quite detailed about Hao Ren's experience, even accurate to a few days.  This cannot be written by anyone but himself.  " Xiang Beifeng took a few steps back and fell down on the single sofa. His eyes were a little dazed, even a little unbelievable. Anna got up from the sofa, the gauze on her body blew gently with the wind, and there was a smile on her face.  Seriously. She said: "Never be happy in the face of unknown results, it will only make you more miserable.  " Xiang Beifeng lay on the single sofa and closed his scarlet eyes. All the muscles in his body were tense together. He gritted his teeth and his face was ferocious. But in the end, he could only sigh fiercely and calm down.  Come down. Anna lay in Xiang Beifeng's arms and let Xiang Beifeng hold her. Anna said quietly: "Xiang, I will always be by your side.  forever!  "Xiang Beifeng hugged Anna, and his expression became excited again. This time it was not because of this book, but because of the woman in his arms.  "I don't understand why someone knows so clearly about my life. "Good Man"  The book "Unkind: The Last Song of the Commercial Building" is very informative about my experiences and details of my life. Most importantly, this pen name seems familiar to me.  Such a pen name is very strange. One night, I received a call from my father asking me where Xia Wanyu had gone. I was stunned, and I didn¡¯t understand why my father knew that Xia Wanyu had left the country.  I didn¡¯t tell my father that Zhang Ling was pregnant. How could my father know this? I was a little panicked. Even though I was older, I didn¡¯t want my father to worry about me. Even if my father wouldn¡¯t, my mother would.  He smiled and said, ¡°Dad, why are you asking this?  "My father sighed and said," Wanyu is taking Tiantian out of the country.  "My heart skipped a beat, and my father said, "Hao Ren!  What exactly do you want.  " I froze in place, feeling a little anxious. My father's words made me confused and confused. My father said, "We just listened to what others said about that book!  " I was even more surprised and blamed myself. My father no longer talked about me, but sighed and said, "Life is inevitably difficult. Dad doesn't care what you do outside or what you experience.  But as long as Dad agrees to leave Xiaoqing, you can no longer leave Wanyu.  This Spring Festival, bring her back.  " I nodded and said softly. My father said, "Go and do your work!  ¡± My eyes were a little moist, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, but I didn¡¯t see my father put down the phone for a long time. I knew that my father was waiting for me to put it down. Usually I would put it down without mercy, but today I kind of want to hear my father¡¯s voice.  A few minutes later, my father said on the phone: "Why are you still here?  ¡± I said: ¡°I want to hear your voice.  " Suddenly a low cry came from the other side of the phone! It was the mother. The father's voice suddenly became smaller, and he said in the mother's ear: "Why are you crying? It's not like his son won't come back.  " "It hurts my heart to hear him suffering outside.  "My mother said anxiously. I didn't know what to think on the other side of the phone. I didn't sleep day and night, but suddenly I felt very happy in my heart, as if I was moved and moved. I sighed and said on the phone: "Mom  , I will go back during the Spring Festival.  "    "Um!  "My mother gave a heavy hum. After chatting with my parents on the phone for a while, my parents were about to put down the phone. I suddenly remembered a person. I remember one year when I went home. A fellow villager brought a child, who claimed to have written a book.  What day was it called? I remember the pen name very clearly. Wait! I suddenly realized something. I quickly asked my mother: "Mom, is there a kid in the village who is writing a novel? What is his pen name?"  Two big steamed buns!  " When my mother saw me suddenly talking about this, she said with some confusion: "Why do you say this?  " "What is this kid doing now?  "I asked anxiously. My mother sighed and said, "You are talking about Longlong!  He wrote novels about demons. He had a brain problem last year and is now in a mental hospital in Zhengzhou!  This kid keeps talking about the economy, the future, the world view, and the value of life all day long.  Anyway, he just said something that none of us could understand. It was a pity that he couldn't eat every day.  Later, his network cable was cut off.  Then it went crazy!  " I took a breath of air and felt a little helpless. After asking my mother some questions in detail, I put down the phone. Let me cross-examine these two big steamed buns carefully, and then I found out that this kid is in the mental hospital? Peace of mind.  I lectured to the director every day, saying that the mental hospital system had problems and needed to be reformed.  There should be two superintendents to make speeches for the welfare of the patients.  General elections are held every year and one dean cannot be allowed to decide everything.  I sighed. If he were born abroad, he would definitely be a political genius.  "It's a pity that he is a mentally ill person in the country.  ¡­ I don¡¯t know, it¡¯s under my desk at home.  There is a small locked cabinet with a stack of thick manuscript papers inside.  At the top of the manuscript paper, there is a title called: The Life Record of a Bad Guy.  There is a signature below, telling me to have two big steamed buns.
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