Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei returned to the subdistrict office and went there step by step throughout the afternoon.

When he was about to get off work in the evening, Miss Zhu Ting came over again and threw a piece of paper in front of him with some arrogance.

Du Fei took a look and saw that it was a revised outline of the novel.

Needless to say, Zhu Ting is really obsessed with mystery novels. Just at noon, she asked Du Fei to spray out the tens of thousands of words she wrote, and she was resurrected with full health in the afternoon.

Du Fei picked up the piece of paper, browsed it quickly, shook his head and said: "No, although there is a plot twist, the protagonist of your story is an experienced old police officer. For the sake of the plot twist, you must forcibly reduce his intelligence. To have him make mistakes in solving the case is obviously inconsistent with the original setting."

Zhu Ting frowned.

Du Fei thought for a while and said: "Put a vase next to the protagonist. You can set it to be a policewoman who has just started working. She has a strong sense of justice and is irritable. Let her do the protagonist a disservice."

"Why does it have to be a woman?" Zhu Ting stared at her beautiful red phoenix eyes angrily.

Du Fei raised his head and looked at her menacing eyes. Then he moved his eyes slightly downward and saw something even more menacing. He thought to himself, forget it. I don't have the same experience as you. He said indifferently: "Men are fine too, but matching men and women is more interesting. You can also add an emotional line, a low word count, and cheat the manuscript fee."

Seeing him like that, Zhu Ting became even more angry, but what Du Fei said made her unable to refute.

I spent the whole afternoon writing this outline and sent it to Du Fei. Within ten seconds, he was called back.

And this guy gave a more optimized solution in just a few words!

This made her wonder whether she might not be the material to write novels at all.

But Miss Zhu Ting is not someone who gives up easily.

After a brief moment of self-doubt, he cheered up again and gave Du Fei a hard look. He took back the outline and secretly worked hard to write a decent mystery novel for Du Fei to read.

Then, with a twist of his butt, he returned to the small office in a hurry.

After another ten minutes, everyone left work.

Zhu Ting came out, glared at Du Fei again, snorted before leaving.

Section Chief Qian came up from behind and said, "You kid, why did you recruit her again?"

Du Fei curled his lips and expressed that he was innocent.

Section Chief Qian said decisively, I believe you!

Du Fei chuckled and started packing his things, preparing to go home.

As soon as he went out, he saw Zhou Peng standing in the courtyard pushing a cart. When he saw him coming out, he immediately waved.

Du Fei walked over and said, "Hey~ Brother Zhou, what's the matter with you?"

Zhou Peng said with a smile: "It's the same thing as in the morning. You said that the cook's skills are good. I won't look for anyone else. I just happened to drop by with you."

"Hey, I should have known I would be riding here today." Du Fei slapped his thigh and said, "It just started snowing, and you couldn't take me with you."

Zhou Peng said with a smile: "Then we two brothers will have our legs crossed."

"Okay, let's keep our legs together." Du Fei smiled and walked out of the street office with Zhou Peng.

The two of them chatted here and there, but they were quite happy.

Despite Zhou Peng's usual idleness, his knowledge is really broad in this era. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is well-read.

When chatting with Du Fei, he didn't let the words fall to the ground. No matter what the topic was, he would pick it up for you.

Less than twenty minutes away, Du Fei's impression of him changed greatly.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Zhou Peng parked his car outside the gate and entered the courtyard with Du Fei.

As soon as he entered the hospital, he saw Jiang Damin standing at the door of his house. He immediately stepped forward when he found Du Fei back.

But when he saw Zhou Peng behind him, Jiang Damin frowned and stopped.

Du Fei smiled and nodded to him, and then said to Zhou Peng: "Brother Zhou, Master He lives in the middle courtyard."

In fact, this was not meant for Zhou Peng, but for Jiang Damin, telling them not to worry, this person was here to see Zhu Zhu.

At this time, I was at the third uncle’s house.

Yan Jiefang, who was squatting by the window and looking out, suddenly stood up like a dog, pinched his throat and whispered: "Dad~Dad~ Du Fei is back!"

The third uncle, who was sitting in the room with his eyes closed and concentrating, immediately opened his little eyes, put on the glasses he had just taken off and put on the table, and walked quickly to Yan Tiefang's side.

Looking outside, he frowned and said, "Why did you bring back someone?"

Yan Tie raised his ears. Du Fei was speaking loudly just now. He happened to pass by the door of his house. He hurriedly replied: "It seems that he is looking for a pillar. I heard him talking about Master He just now."

At this time, the third aunt wearing an apron also came out of the kitchen and asked: "Old man, you are talking, what should we do about this?"

Half an hour ago, as soon as the third uncle got off work, the third aunt and Yan Tiefang told him in detail what happened during the day.

After the third uncle listened, he only frowned and thought, and never expressed his position.

After looking at the third aunt and then at the expectant second son Yan Tiefang, the third uncle took a deep breath and said, "Give me ten yuan and I'll go to the backyard."

When the third aunt heard that she wanted to get money, she subconsciously said: "Old man, there are still about ten days until the end of the month! After spending these ten yuan, our family will only have two yuan left to live."

"Hey~ I, you ladies, have long hair and short knowledge." The third uncle glared: "It will definitely cost a lot to do work for the second brother. Our family is begging others to do things, and we can give them one or two hundred yuan, so I have the nerve to owe them. Ten yuan for Xiao Du?”

The third aunt thought the same thing and hurried to the house to take out two five-yuan bills.

In fact, the last time the third uncle borrowed money from Du Fei, it was not that his family was really out of money, but that the money had been deposited regularly and he would lose interest when he took it out.

The family tradition of Lao Yan is that if you don’t pick up money when you go out, you will be compensated. How could you let the interest you get go away!

The third uncle took ten yuan but did not leave in a hurry. He shouted into the room again: "Xie Kuang, come out."

Yan Tiekuang, who was doing his homework, knew that there was something going on at home today, so he had been absentmindedly listening to what was going on outside.

As soon as the third uncle called him, he immediately ran out and said excitedly: "Dad, what can I do for you?"

The third uncle pulled Yan Tiekuang forward, took out five cents from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, and warned: "Go and talk to the second son of the Jiang family and ask his father and mother why they are looking for Du Fei today. The more detailed The better.”

Although Yan Tiekuang is not much older than Jiang Yongxia, growing up in a family like the third uncle made him far more mature and shrewd than his peers.

He looked at the five cents in his hand, curled his lips and said, "Dad, what are these five cents for? Give me some more!"

The third uncle glared: "Are you going or not?"

Yan Tiekuang immediately shrunk his neck, grabbed the five cents and ran out.

The third uncle then stood up, went to the small mirror hanging at the door, straightened his appearance, and suddenly thought of something, turned back to the back room, rummaged for a while, and then pretended to be reserved and walked out of the door with unhurried steps.