Chapter 312: Things happen one after another
After seeing the helmsman off, Tanzania did not sleep all night.
To the night sky until dawn.
Fly comes in and puts a piece of clothing on Tanzan.
"Be careful of catching a cold."
His shriveled face was full of worry.
Tanzan had a cigarette in his mouth and was casually wiping an old-fashioned Mauser pistol.
The gun body was shiny and had a red tassel, and it looked a bit old.
The fly stood respectfully by.
"do you know it?"
Tanzanite spun the revolver in a circle between his fingers and aimed outside again, "biu".
Fly just nodded. He had seen this gun before. It was an antique.
"Well, it looks a bit old."
Tanzan held the cigarette between his fingers and pointed the gun at the fly, "Lower your head a little, I'll see if the sight is straight."
Fly squatted down helplessly and lowered his head. "You should go and settle the lady brought by the helmsman. I will temporarily arrange for someone to stay in the back."
"Well," Tanzan squinted one eye to level with the sight of the gun, "I trust you to do the job."
"Hey, don't move," Tanzan put the cigarette in his mouth again, holding the gun with one hand and loading the gun with the other hand, "Don't move! What are you shaking for?"
Fly knew that Tanzania loved to play and had to maintain this antique every day, so he just cooperated with Tanzania.
It's not like he hasn't done something like this before...
boom!
Kata!
boom!
The sound of gunfire from the old-fashioned Mauser pistol echoed throughout the castle, and two red holes appeared on the fly's forehead.
He fell to the ground.
He couldn't believe it and tried his best to ask why.
His dry eyes were bloodshot.
Staring at the person who was still wiping the gun.
"W-why...why?"
There was no warmth in Tanzan's eyes, "Ah? What?"
He turned the gun in a big circle between his fingers without caring, "Just to see if the gun can be used. Yes, it can be used."
The fly is dead.
He still stared at Tanzan with his eyes open.
Zhao Xiaoyue was catching up on her sleep on the plane. She had no idea that Tanzania had already dealt with the person.
The first class in the morning was the flag-raising ceremony, and luckily she arrived in time.
As if he had sensed something when the class flag was raised, the first thing he did when he entered the classroom was to see if Zhao Xiaoyue was there.
Only when I saw that the person was reading seriously did I nod.
Ha ha!
Mr. Zhao was so sleepy at the moment, but he held on tightly.
As soon as he got out of school in the evening, he ran to the dormitory, said only to Wan Xiaojuan, "Don't bother me if you have nothing to do," and fell asleep.
But she was scolded in her sleep.
Mr. Pu Liu was wearing a smoky grey gown, sitting elegantly on the armchair, with one hand resting on the round table, and a beautiful woman stood beside him.
The first thing Zhao Xiaoyue said when she approached was, "Wow! Master, you took a concubine? Didn't my godmother beat you to death?"
The woman next to him is really too beautiful.
In the dream, Master Pu Liu's expression turned violent, and with a bang, an eight-immortals table was smashed into pieces.
Mr. Zhao was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy.
The beautiful woman smiled coquettishly, "What are you talking about? I'm your godmother!"
Mr. Zhao opened his eyes wide, "Oh my God! Master, you are so unkind. You sit while my godmother stands, and you even make me kneel."
"Godmother, you need to be stricter with your parents."
The beautiful woman's jade-like hand was on Master Pu Liu's shoulder, and Master Pu Liu's expression eased. "When you need to make a decision, make it. Don't make it. If you don't make a decision, you will suffer."
"Xiaoyue! Xiaoyue! Wake up!"
Wan Xiaojuan was sleeping soundly when she discovered that Zhao Xiaoyue was sleepwalking.
A man suddenly stood up and then knelt down again, scaring Wan Xiaojuan so much that she hugged the quilt tightly.
It was a long time before Wan Xiaojuan mustered up the courage to call for help.
Zhao Xiaoyue suddenly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. When she found herself kneeling on the balcony, she jumped up and quickly crawled into the warm bed.
My teeth were chattering.
"Xiaoyue, are you okay?"
Wan Xiaojuan asked worriedly.
Zhao Xiaoyue shook her head. "It's okay, it's okay. I was probably too tired, so I sleepwalked. Go to sleep!"
"Then call me if you have anything!" Wan Xiaojuan said before going to bed.
Zhao Xiaoyue lay down and completely lost her sleep.
Could it be that the ancestors of the Zhao family are really doing some extraordinary job in heaven?
Zhao Xiaoyue clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and bowed towards the four directions.
Call ~
In the past, she was also born under the red flag, grew up in the spring breeze, and was an unswerving materialist.
But...but it's too weird.
In the second half of the night, I inexplicably met an old Taoist priest in a white robe.
"Ah, you are going to die!"
Zhao Xiaoyue roared and went berserk, not letting anyone sleep.
Wan Xiaojuan had a mouth full of foam when she was brushing her teeth, but she was yelled at so much that she swallowed all the foam.
Mr. Zhao had a messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, and stared at the ceiling with a dull look.
Wuyou, damn Wuyou, what a surprise.
"Xiaoyue, are you okay? Why don't you take a day off today? I'll go to the hospital with you."
Mr. Zhao rubbed his face fiercely, "It's okay, you can go to the morning reading. Hey, Zhao Jingjing didn't come back yesterday again?"
"Okay, then you should take some rest. Oh, you haven't come back yet."
Zhao Xiaoyue waved her hand, "Go ahead, I'm fine. By the way, did you pass the foreign language test yesterday?"
Facing Zhao Xiaoyue's sharp eyes, Wan Xiaojuan smiled with sincere gratitude, "I passed. Thank you, Xiaoyue, for using all the information you gave me."
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes softened, "Yeah, not bad, let's get these done next, there shouldn't be any problem."
As he spoke, he took out a thick reference book like a magic trick and handed it to the stunned person.
"No way? So thick?"
Wan Xiaojuan looked at Zhao Xiaoyue with hopelessness.
"Ok?"
Mr. Zhao said "hmm" lightly. Wan Xiaojuan didn't dare to get angry or say anything and obediently took it, hugged it tightly and ran away quickly.
Zhao Xiaoyue is even more terrifying than the dean of studies.
Zhao Xiaoyue went to the bathroom to wash up, complaining in her heart that she had taken the level 3 exam again and again, hey, I don’t understand the world of poor students.
Sea market
After Huazi told Hou Taotao what happened, he handed the person over to Hou Taotao.
"Brother Tao, I'll leave the man to you. I'll go back to find the helmsman."
Hou Taotao was in no mood and just waved his hand.
Soon, Liang Cheng and Chen Jinghuai also arrived.
"What's going on, Brother Tao?" Chen Jinghuai asked.
Hou Taotao said nothing.
The two looked at each other. What was going on?
Finally, Hou Taotao spoke.
"Something happened at Huanhai Children's Foundation. Someone complained to the director, and he found out about it."
The Children's Foundation is the bottom line set by the helmsman for the RL Group. If anything goes wrong here, the helmsman will have to dismantle them.
"What?" Chen Jinghuai was puzzled at first, but then he was certain, "Impossible, I'm watching!"
Liang Cheng couldn't believe it either, "Brother Tao, what's going on?"
Hou Taotao raised his eyelids and said, "Yes, we are all watching, but someone below us caused trouble, and it was a matter of life and death."
Liu Yong went to look for the fat man first, but he searched everywhere but couldn't find him.
Just in case, he made two preparations.
On the contrary, they said that those people not only squandered the charity funds, but also spread rumors to confuse the public. Some of them simply disappeared.
As for those untouchables, haha, there is nothing that cannot be solved by "money". Aren't they making trouble just for money?
As for him, he just sits back and waits for the storm to come, which can't hit him anyway.
The fat man handed all the evidence to Hou Taotao, who personally handed it over to the Public Security Bureau.
Don't delegate it to others.
This is the order from the helm.