"Stop, don't run!"

　　 "Run again and break your leg!"

　　 "Over there, over there, stop him!"

　　"..."

　　 Early in the morning, Song Weiyang ran into a group of defense team members when he went out, and threw a few youths who looked like migrant workers.

　　 Zheng Xuehong had a lingering heart, and muttered: "Damn, just like bandits."

　　 "You have to get a fake temporary residence permit, or something will go wrong sooner or later." Song Weiyang worried.

　　 These defense team members all look at their clothes and catch people. Seeing who is dressed in shabby clothes, they must go up and interrogate them. If they can't get a temporary residence permit, they will end up miserably.

　　 The two crossed the streets side by side, and they didn't go too far before they met a zone defender.

　　 The zone defender seemed to have chased the man and lost him, looking around to observe. Seeing Song Weiyang and Zheng Xuehong, this guy didn't go empty, so he hurried over to prepare for interrogation.

　　 Song Weiyang didn't panic, and smiled and said to Zheng Xuehong: "Director Liu, it's up to you."

　　 Zheng Xuehong was also calm, and before the other party could speak, he took the initiative to say hello: "Morning!"

　　 The zone defender was stunned, and nodded subconsciously: "Morning."

　　 Zheng Xuehong took out a box of Zhonghua that was specially used to support the scene, and passed a cigarette and said, "No one was caught?"

　　The zone defender took the cigarette and put it on his mouth, cursing, "It's all **** rats, really good at it."

　　 Zheng Xuehong patted the joint defensemen on the shoulder and said in an official tone: "Comrades have worked hard and worked hard early in the morning. There are more and more migrants in the special zone, and public security is very poor. It is up to your joint defense team to maintain it."

　　 "Isn't it," the defense officer was quite helpful, and asked casually, "Do you live near here?"

"It’s not far to live, Shangsha Village," Zheng Xuehong began to complain, "Shenzhen’s house is really hard to find. You can’t rent it if you have money in the city. Thinking of my chief bureau, I can only do business with more than 100,000. I live in a rural area in the special zone. I don’t dare to tell my friends when I go back, it’s too shameful! Comrade, do you think this is true?"

　　 Song Weiyang and Zheng Xuehong were originally in suits and leather shoes, unlike the poor ghosts who are reluctant to spend money on temporary residence permits. When Director Zheng spoke, he was full of aura. The joint defense officer was not half skeptical, and he immediately agreed: "This is the truth. Now everything in the Special Economic Zone is in short supply, the houses in the city have long been rented out. Don't say you are a Director. , The county magistrate still lives in the countryside when he comes, the special zone is different from outside the customs."

　　 Zheng Xuehong’s tone was dull and frustrated: “How about calling it a special zone? Even you, the zone defense team, are smart and capable. When you really start a war, you can kill the enemy and serve the country directly by pulling the front line.”

　　 "You deserve to be a leader, and you have to speak well." The zone defender was about to float.

　　 At this moment, a few more defensemen gasped over and asked, "Enjo, these two have a problem?"

　　 "How many times have you said that, don't call me Enjiu," the defense officer pointed to Zheng Xuehong and introduced, "This is the director from outside the pass. He lives in Shangsha Village. The person is pretty good. You can take care of it in the future."

　　 Zheng Xuehong immediately smoked and said, "Comrades, you have worked hard. My name is Liu Huateng. This is my nephew Ma Qiangdong."

　　 Song Weiyang, who watched the show for a long time, quickly dressed up and dressed up and smiled: "Hello, brothers, you were really awesome just now!"

　　 These defense team members picked up the cigarettes, and when they saw that it was Zhonghua, they immediately got acquainted with each other. The leader said, "I know the defense team in Shangsha Village. If anything happens in the future, I will report me Niu Jianguo's name."

　　 "Happy brother!"

　　 Zheng Xuehong put away the cigarette case, chatted a few more words, smiled and said: "I'm going to talk about a business, let's talk again next time, I will invite everyone to drink at that time!"

　　The defense team members sent off warmly: "Director Liu is going well, I wish you a fortune!"

　　 "Haha, everyone is getting rich." Zheng Xuehong waved his hand and strode forward with his stomach straight.

　　 Song Weiyang followed, thumbs up, and murmured in praise: "Director Liu is awesome!"

　　 "General, general. I have received the mayor, and I'm afraid of these little wanderers?" Zheng Xuehong was very energetic.

　　 After seeing the basic operations of the partners, Song Weiyang became more confident in the future of fraud, and said with a smile: "Then let's split up and meet again at night."

　　 Zheng Xuehong urged: "Be careful, don't be fooled by those who issue false certificates."

　　 "Want to lie to me? They have to practice for another twenty years. Let's go, Director Liu!" Song Weiyang waved away.

　　...

　　 In the middle of the morning, Song Weiyang walked to a seal-carving booth and squatted down and asked, "Boss, do you carve your official seal here?"

　　 "The official seal needs more money." The stall owner said.

　　 "How much is one?" Song Weiyang said.

　　 "500 yuan." The stall owner said.

　　 Song Weiyang said happily, "Are you bullying a foreigner?"

　　 "Prices are high in the Special Economic Zone." The stall owner continued to carve the seal without raising his head.

　　 "How about 10 yuan?" Song Weiyang said.

　　 The stall leader said: "You can engrave three for 10 yuan, but it's a private seal."

　　 "50 yuan, I will engrave two official seals." Song Weiyang bargained.

　　 "What to engrave?" the stall owner asked.

　　 Song Weiyang took out a piece of paper, and saw two official seals painted on it, with the words "CP Technology Co., Ltd." and "South China Branch of China Private Enterprise Development Promotion Association" inside.

　　 The stall owner shook his head again and again: "There are too many words, I need to add more money."

　　 "60 yuan, I will find someone else if I don't do it." Song Weiyang said.

　　 The stall owner said: "Put the paper down, pay a deposit of 10 yuan, and come back tomorrow to pick it up."

　　 Song Weiyang said: "You can't run away with money, right?"

The stall owner laughed angrily: "My stall, every month, there are a lot of filial piety and joint defense. Just to hack you 10 yuan, I threw down the stall and ran away? Are you stupid or am I stupid? If you don’t believe me, I will write you a letter. receipt."

　　 Song Weiyang, who got the receipt, didn’t leave. He picked up the private seal sample from the stall and asked casually, “Boss, do you know the certificate holder?”

　　 "I know you are not a good thing," the stall owner gave Song Weiyang a look, then looked around vigilantly, and whispered, "I want to charge an agency fee."

　　 "Yes, but you have to get the certificate before you give it." Song Weiyang said.

　　 Now it’s the turn of the stall owner to worry: "What should I do if you ran away?"

Song Weiyang said: "I will not only apply for the certificate, but also make some other things, at least a thousand dollars. If the people you introduce are reliable and the things you make are beautiful, I will not only pay the intermediary fee, but also give you 200 dollars. The big red envelope. Just say whether you want it or not. I'm doing a big business, and it's not bad for your money."

　　 The stall owner thought carefully for a moment, and thought that the business could be done, even if Song Weiyang ran away without paying the money, he would not lose much. Quickly wrote a note, and Sesong Weiyang said in his hand: "Take it, and look for a guy named Datoubin according to the address. UU reading www.uukanshu.com said it was introduced by me, Hu Jinfa."

　　 "Thank you, I will give you a big red envelope." Song Weiyang smiled and put the note away.

　　 Actually, there are all kinds of information for visa application on the street, but Song Weiyang is afraid of being deceived. It would be no fun if he encounters a fairy jumping.

The address on the 　　 note is a certain village, which will be an urban village in the SAR after it is put aside, but now it can only belong to the suburbs.

　　 Song Weiyang carried his bag and walked slowly. He only had a hundred yuan on his body, and the remaining money had been deposited in the bank. Even those who applied for the certificate would not lose much.

　　 It was noon when I entered the village, and every family was eating.

　　 Song Weiyang passed by a house and saw a woman squatting at the door burying her head to eat. She immediately stepped forward and asked the way: "Eldest sister, where does Datoubin live?"

　　 The woman heard Song Weiyang's voice, immediately raised her head, and said with joy: "Brother Ma!"

　　 "Are you the Chen...Chen Tao on the train?" Song Weiyang was a little confused.

　　 "Hmm, it's me!" The girl nodded repeatedly.

　　 Suddenly, a middle-aged woman walked out of the room and said to Chen Tao: "Sister, are you full, or I will serve you another bowl?"

　　 The girl held the bowl and said gratefully: "I'm full, thank you, sister-in-law."

　　 Song Weiyang scratched his head, is this girl here to beg?

(Actually, there is a leader, thanks to the leader of "Love and Love in the Wind Yufan" for the reward, thanks to the rudder leader of "Liu XX" for the reward, thanks to "Moment of Dust", "Xuanyuanwu", "Fifty Strings" "Sound" I won’t make a list when I wait for my classmate’s advice.

　　 It might be a little difficult to add something more. To be honest, Lao Wang kept less than 20,000 words in a month and a half. The manuscript was revised and revised repeatedly, and it changed four at the beginning, and it continued to be revised when it was uploaded. Now that the manuscripts are exhausted, this chapter is currently coded. )