Rebirth of the Flying Era

Passing through the corridor filled with all kinds of debris, we came to the innermost part of the third floor.

Pushing open the ajar door of a room, I saw Zhang Fugui, an old man, lying on his back on the ground, his face was black and blue, there was still a nosebleed, and he passed out.

Xiaowu squatted next to him arrogantly, looking like, "I'm awesome, please praise me."

Du Fei went up and rubbed its big head, and it felt a little damp!

Then he noticed the cat's paw prints on the ground.

Generally speaking, cats have underdeveloped sweat glands and rarely sweat as much as humans.

The main way it dissipates heat is through the pads of the soles of the feet.

This time Xiaowu followed Zhang Fugui, an old man, from Nancheng to Beicheng. He was really exhausted. The soles of his feet were wet, as if he had stepped on water, and there were footprints wherever he went.

"Good cat, I'll buy you a big fish later." Du Fei scratched Xiao Wu's chin, and then looked at a black artificial leather bag thrown next to Zhang Fugui.

The brass zipper of the pocket was halfway unzipped and fell to the ground, revealing half a large pile of unity.

Du Fei's eyes lit up, he reached out to pick up the bag and opened it, and he saw three piles of half-new old unity. One pile was worth one thousand yuan, three piles was three thousand!

In addition, there are three identity certificates issued by Shichahai Street, named "Wang Guangfa", "Li Yong" and "Zhao Chunlan", and three hand stamps with the same name.

On the table next to him, there was a stamped letter of introduction from the electronics factory.

Zhang Fugui had just finished filling in halfway when he was slapped from behind by Xiao Wu and fell down.

Du Fei glanced at the letter of introduction, which read: To Nanjing Fenghua Electronic Tube Factory, I would like to introduce Comrade Wang Guangfa of our factory to contact you...

"Want to escape to Nanjing? You are quite well prepared." Du Fei sneered and threw his identity certificate and unfinished letter of introduction at Zhang Fugui's face. He took the three thousand yuan into the space and took it with him. Go up to Xiaowu and leave.

From coming in to leaving, it took less than a minute.

As for Zhang Fugui, he couldn't escape either.

Du Fei originally thought that if he was disturbed this time, he would definitely be in vain.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fugui, an old man, was more decisive than expected. After taking the opportunity to escape, he didn't go home at all. He ran directly here. He probably filled out the letter of introduction, bought a ticket and left immediately.

But Xiaowu followed him, and the big cat knocked the little old man down in one stroke.

Needless to say, Zhang Fugui, a Shanxi rich man, is indeed shrewd.

It is estimated that after being blackmailed by Li Guoqiang, he prepared for the worst and set up a safe house here, ready to escape anytime and anywhere.

It's a pity that despite all his calculations, he never expected to meet Du Fei, a jerk.

After getting three thousand yuan, Du Fei felt much better.

Although this amount of money is definitely not comparable to Zhang Fugui's hidden wealth, it is at least a consolation prize and not a wasted effort.

Du Fei took Xiaowu downstairs, rode his bicycle up Di'anmen Street, and crossed the south edge of Qianhai.

When they arrived at Bai Lao Si Sheep Soup, they first asked someone to get a live fish for Xiaowu, then entered the back room and saw Jiang Donglai, with a big dark face flushed red, and the Erguotou in front of him was already more than half gone.

"Old Jiang, you drink it first!" Du Fei walked in with a smile and placed a bottle of Xifeng wine that he had taken out from the space in advance on the table: "Didn't I tell Dajun that I was going to get a bottle of good wine? "

Mutton was stewed on the stove. Jiang Donglai didn't even move his chopsticks. He just drank half the bottle with a plate of peanuts and green onion dipping sauce.

Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun were sitting nearby, looking depressed even though they had not drank. When they saw Du Fei coming in, they stood up quickly and called Brother Du.

Du Fei sat down with a smile, unscrewed the bottle cap of Xifeng wine, pointed at the small pot of mutton sitting on the stove and said: "Dajun, don't be stunned, bring the mutton over here, let us masters eat it."

Cheng Dajun responded and went to pick up the pot.

Zhao Xiaohu also moved, took a potholder and put it on the table.

Du Fei's nonchalant attitude infected the two of them, and they no longer felt unhappy. They sat down with Du Fei and started eating with chopsticks.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Donglai, with an old face as wrinkled as a chrysanthemum. He looked at Du Fei and said, "Xiao Du, don't you feel bad at all for letting the grandson named Wang mess up the situation this time?"

Du Fei chewed the mutton with a strong flavor of sauce and said vaguely: "I feel so bad! Can't you see how I turned my grief and anger into my appetite?"

Jiang Donglai was speechless for a while, so he simply stopped drinking Erguotou and replaced it with the Xifeng that Du Fei brought, and poured it for both Du Fei and himself.

Du Fei swallowed the mutton, picked up the cup and clinked it with him, took a sip of wine, frowned, and ordered Zhao Xiaohu: "Huzi, go find some trouble with this guy, heat up the wine and drink it, that's fun!"

"Hey~" Zhao Xiaohu responded and hurried outside.

Du Fei looked at Jiang Donglai and said with a smile: "Uncle, can't you stand this?"

Jiang Donglai waved his hand and said: "You are my uncle. How many times have I told you, call me Lao Jiang, no matter how old you are. Your Aunt Sun is always nagging me at home, asking me not to covet your elders and talk about you." This kid will have a great future..."

As he spoke, he took another sip of wine: "What are you talking about? Birds follow the phoenix and fly far away! Hey~ I, Jiang Donglai, will be the life of a family of birds in this life. I was not convinced at first. I always felt that we were unambiguous, but there was no Opportunity, once you get the chance, you can have sex with me! But today... I'm convinced! If God stops me, your teeth will be choked even if you drink cold water."

Du Fei laughed and listened without interrupting.

When Zhao Xiaohu comes back, he takes a large enamel jar, fills it with boiling water, puts the wine bottle in it and scalds it.

Jiang Donglai was still chattering there.

Du Fei took his time and waited for the wine to heat up before pouring himself a cup and taking a sip.

Suddenly, a stream of hot and spicy wine entered his throat, choking him so much that he almost coughed, followed by a wave of heat that spread throughout his body.

After drinking a little too much, Du Fei calmed down, picked up two peanuts with chopsticks, chewed them, and said, "Lao Jiang, you don't have this mentality!"

He had just received three thousand yuan, and he could just stand and talk without pain in his back.

Jiang Donglai rolled his eyelids and glanced at Du Fei: "I don't understand what the mentality is, so I'm just asking you, are you holding your breath or not about this today?"

Du Fei said calmly: "What's the point of holding your breath? It's not like our trip was in vain. Didn't we just divide the money this morning? Let's just say you, Lao Chiang, have more than three hundred oceans, plus silver bars, you can change hands for more than a thousand yuan. ? What else are you not satisfied with?"

Jiang Donglai kept his head silent.

In fact, Du Fei said that it's not that he doesn't understand this truth, it's just that the feeling of seeing a wave of good opportunities slipping away through your fingers is the most uncomfortable.

Du Fei didn't bother to beg him for help. After saying that, he went to work on his own, taking a sip of wine and a bite of food, eating with gusto.

Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun listened nearby and smiled as they thought that each of them had received hundreds of dollars worth of silver and oceans.

Only Jiang Donglai still couldn't turn a corner and drank drunkenly there.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand.

Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun were still young and did not realize how important opportunities are to a person.

And Jiang Donglai, who is nearly 20 years old and has been sitting on the bench in his workplace for more than ten years, fully understands what it means that there is no such shop after passing through this village.

Being disturbed by Wang Dacheng this time, maybe he will never have a similar opportunity in his life...

Since then, in just a few days, the Zhang family's affairs have been clearly explained.

Zhang Fugui confirmed his identity as a traitor and was arrested.

Zhang Qiwen's crimes were all uncovered, and he had to eat a peanut, so he deserved it.

However, since Du Fei had a meal with Jiang Donglai at Bai Lao Si Yang Tang that day, he no longer cared about this matter.

Seeing that Chu Ming and Xiao Huifang's wedding was approaching, Du Fei was promoted several days in advance. Together with Chu Cheng, he became Director Wang's second general, following Director Wang here and there to arrange things for the wedding.

Director Wang is really not polite. He treats Du Fei as if he were his own son.

His biological son Chu Cheng was simply treated as a donkey of the production team, and his legs were so thin!

This time the Chu family married their daughter-in-law, not in the government compound where his family lived.

Chu Ming is twenty-six years old this year and is already a full-time cadre. His work unit has allocated a building. Although the area is not too large, it is more spacious and comfortable than most people in this era.

Here, Du Fei once again saw the fireplace that almost killed Chu Cheng, and also met Chu Ming and Xiao Huifang for the first time.

Although Chu Ming and Chu Cheng are brothers, their looks are completely different. One is following his father and the other is following his mother.

Chu Ming is tall and thin, wearing a gray tunic suit, his hair is meticulously combed, and has a very standard 37 points. He wears wide-rimmed glasses, but he does not look like myopia, and his eyesight is very sharp.

Xiao Huifang looks like a very strong woman.

She has a face with a pointed chin and red phoenix eyes that are exactly the same as Zhu Ting's. She likes to purse her lips and reveal her two dimples. He has good facial features and good figure, but he wears an old-fashioned Hulan hairdo. He only wears a domestic Shanghai brand on his right wrist as a decoration.

Although I saw that Du Fei was very enthusiastic and expressed his gratitude for what happened last time.

But her first impression on Du Fei was that this woman was very difficult to deal with.

Compared with her cousin, Zhu Ting, who originally had the attributes of a strong imperial sister, is not only more beautiful, but also much more docile.

This made Du Fei couldn't help but look at Chu Cheng's brother, and thought dirtyly in his heart, who would take the initiative when they have sex?

Compared with Xiao Huifang's sharp edge, Chu Ming feels more mediocre.

But Du Fei didn't dare to underestimate him. With his background, he had a smooth journey. He was high-spirited but able to restrain his sharpness. He was probably the kind of boss-type old bastard.

As far as marriage is concerned, they are indeed a very suitable partner, but if they live a life together, Du Fei can only say haha~

Even though they were about to get married, the way Chu Ming looked at Xiao Huifang didn't show much of a man's love for women, but more like a comrade who was stirring up trouble in the trenches!

They join hands with each other, trust each other, have a close relationship, and can even live and die together, but they are not each other's lovers!

In this day and age, people call this kind of relationship 'comrade'!

It's not a title you use to greet strangers, but a real like-minded person who shares a great ideal.