Lao Diao looked at Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang is not old, he is in his early twenties. If he is a student, he would have just been a freshman, but he has already been called the "old" generation, and he has been in the society for five or six years. Dry, plus the dirty face just drilled into the sewer. It’s said that children from poor families are in charge early. This old Zhang really looks a bit like the old hanger back then. He was like this back then. He has been a small head at this age since he dug a sewer.

"I won't call you Lao Zhang." Lao Diao looked at him with emotion, and the years went by: "You are still a child, I call you Xiao Zhang, what is your full name?"

"My name is Zhang Xuelong, and I am only one word behind Zhang Xueyou. I am not a child." Zhang Xuelong poked his nose with his hand out, a little dissatisfied.

"Okay, Xiao Zhang, let me tell you this, you are still young, and there is a long way to go. Brother, I'm here to seek revenge this time, do you understand it? Private grievances don't want to involve others." Face: "Besides, what did you say when the old watch asked you to bring me over?"

"The old watch wants me to ask less and do more." Zhang Xuelong saw that Lao Hao was determined not to let him participate, his face was disappointed, and he sighed deeply, but his eyes showed an unwilling look.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind. He looked around and saw that no one was attached to Old Hang's ear and whispered, "Are you a reporter?"

Laohiao screamed in his heart.

Oops, the identity was exposed.

"What nonsense." The old hanging is Jiang, with a flustered face in his heart but very calm. After all, Zhang Xuelong is still a young man in front of him. Old Hanging stepped back and lightly lit a cigarette and took a sip: "I'm a reporter and I still come to dig the drain with you? Which reporter have you ever seen that can dig the drain so smoothly? I haven't graduated from the labor-management elementary school, and I'm still a reporter. The reporter is fine!"

After listening to Zhang Xuelong, he raised his brows with a smirk: "Don't pretend, I've heard them all."

Lao Hao raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Xuelong deeply, only to see that his eyes were full of curiosity, shining with light, excited light, light like discovering a new world. He quickly recalled the scene when he met Lao Biao.

It was obviously a separate room, and it was still a few simple conversations in a low voice. He didn't say exactly what Zongcang was going to do. The other party didn't ask too much, and said nothing.

But Zhang Xuelong heard the most important thing, knowing that he is a reporter.

Lao Xiao took a deep breath and looked at the map drawn on the ground, thinking about how to deal with it.

Suddenly, a sudden emergence from behind them, abrupt and dangerous.

"Who!" He shouted sharply, full of breath.

The two turned their heads to look, and saw a man in overalls approaching, tall and mammoth, walking quickly in front of Lao Hang and Zhang Xuelong, looking at this suit, which was a patrol of the total warehouse.

After revealing the stuff, Lao Xiao's heart sighed, Yu Guang looked around quickly, no one.

"I'm here to fix the sewer." Zhang Xuelong took the conversation, calmly and trivially reached out and fiddled with Ding Ding's trousers and said with a smile, "I'm too lazy to go to the bathroom, just about to pee."

Lao Diao was a little surprised, Zhang Xuelong's behavior was beyond his expectations, there was no panic, even a little excited. The kind of excitement that is not afraid to see danger coming, but feels very exciting.

The man looked both of them up and down.

They were all dressed in work clothes, dirty, and oily on their hands and faces. They did look like they had just crawled out of the sewer, so they breathed a sigh of relief, let alone repairing the sewer, the main warehouse is so big, there are still a few repairs in the north. The camera's voice eased a lot and asked, "Where is the sewer broken?"

"There are still a few places over there. Your general warehouse has not been dug well, and it collapses all day long, but it's always bad or we can make more money." Zhang Xuelong laughed and pointed to the west and south.

"That's it." The man raised his wrist and looked at the time: "It's ten o'clock, get it out quickly. There were a few cameras that day, and they also cleared the scene at ten o'clock. Be quicker." His tone was high. And harsh.

Lao Diao and Xiao Zhang listened to this tone a lot. To be precise, the migrant workers living at the bottom listened a lot. Although the tone was not good, they didn't feel harsh. The two quickly cooperated and nodded.

The man seemed very satisfied when he saw that the two of them only looked like weird. To be honest, he was just a patrol of Sokura. If it hadn’t been for the patrol to be stepped up tonight, he wouldn’t come out in the middle of the night. ring.

But the patrol of the general warehouse is not something that anyone can do casually. This is an enterprise organization, and it is for a stable job. Compared with the sewer repair, it is naturally higher.

On weekdays, other people in Zongcang came, and his patrol was like Lao Hang and Xiao Zhang, bending over to behave, but now he is a little bit more high in front of them, so he became angry and emphasized again:" No idlers will enter tonight, the boss above, do the work well, and leave as soon as you are done."

Listening to the official prestige.

"Yes, yes." Lao Diao and Xiao Zhang joined together naturally, and nodded again and again.

This patrol found some feeling, and he raised his leg contentedly and was about to go, but stopped at once.

His gaze fell on the map they just drew near the old hanging foot. At that moment, his face changed, and his hand was buckled on the electric baton on his waist.

There are no trucks in the total warehouse tonight. The lights are turned on less, but although they are turned on less, this map is drawn with red bricks nearby. A large area is drawn from the south and the north. If you look at it from a distance, you don’t know what it is. But when I walked in, I could tell at a glance that it was a map.

"What's that painting?" Suspicious and vigilant flashed in the eyes of the man, and after darkening his eyes, he walked towards Lao Hang: "Let me see."

There was no way, but I had to do it, Lao Xiao said in his heart, turned his head and looked around, no one.

Approaching step by step, approaching Lao Hang.

Suddenly, a light of surprise flashed in Lao Xiao's eyes.

That is, within a second or two, I saw Xiao Zhang squatted down like a dragon and lifted a brick, without half-dead hesitation, and hit the man's head.

Fast, ruthless, stable and accurate.

Boom, a muffled sound.

The man fell to the ground and leaned forward.

Zhang Xuelong patted the broken Mozi on his hands and raised his eyebrows towards Lao Diao, then stretched out his foot and kicked the patrol fainted on the ground: "Brother Diao, now, we are a grasshopper on a vine. Let's share the good and the bad. ?"

Old Hanging didn't speak, he stepped forward and squatted in front of the man. He stretched out his hand and probed his nose. The bricks were all broken, but don't smash them to death.

"I can't die. This kind of fight is common for me. One hit is accurate." Zhang Xuelong was very confident. After looking around, he couldn't help but smile, proud.

Lao Hang's hand was on the man's nose for a long time and then raised his head to look at Zhang Xuelong.