Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

The environment of the new school site is not very good, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory, with everything it should have.

But it also has advantages - it is very close to the bus station and Peking University, making it very convenient for students to go to and from school and part-time teachers to work.

Principal Wu brushed off the dust on the table and closed the window again, with a happy but heavy expression.

"Principal, what's the matter with you?"

"No, I was just thinking that the high school in town doesn't have such a good building. I need to talk to Lao Wang when I get back."

"Then I will take some photos of Jingcheng High School for you. When you go back, let Uncle Wang take the photos and make them exactly the same!"

"Hahaha...I think it will work."

A few people walked back while chatting and laughing. Principal Wu couldn't sit still and wanted to learn about the operation and progress of the cram school as soon as possible.

On their way back, they happened to encounter something big or small.

It was a few gangsters bullying a street sweeper.

Six boys of [-] or [-] kicked the piles of garbage that their uncle had just swept away and crushed two soda bottles, leaving glass shards everywhere.

The uncle just watched from the side, neither happy nor sad, neither noisy nor fussy. He seemed to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time, and just wanted to wait for them to finish making trouble before cleaning up.

But that's the way it is, the weaker the person being bullied, the more aggressive the bully will be.

"Old Xutou, how old is your daughter this year?"

"Hey, are you crazy? That little girl is only seven years old. How long do you have to wait to marry her?"

"Let's take a number first, that girl Shui Ling'er..."

The uncle who was called Old Xutou couldn't stand when his daughter was being discussed.

His hand holding the big broom tightened subconsciously, the joints turned white, and the big broom trembled, as if he was going to hit those boys in the next second.

"What? You still want to hit me? I'm going to hit you hard now. If you dare to touch me, I'll turn around... Oh, fuck me!"

The leading boy was hit on the head by a rock the size of a quail egg. Before he could see who had hit him, he heard a clear female voice:

"Fuck you!"

Immediately afterwards, his vision went dark. He didn't faint, but was slapped in the face by a big fat hand.

"Your uncle, you are the one who will be beaten severely!"

Feng Wei was like a vanguard general, rushing forward at once.

They were just six little gangsters. They couldn't take more than three moves at his hands and were knocked down one by one. They lay on the ground and cried out for their mother.

Wen Lan, who once again failed to take advantage of the situation, said: "..."

Lin Nianhe, who only threw a stone: "..."

Wang Shumei was speechless to the two militants: "Can you two stop looking disappointed? People who don't know think it's you two who are being beaten."

"Your uncle...do you know who I am! I'll ask my dad to sentence you to death!"

Feng Wei panicked.

He seemed to have beaten the kid silly.

I don’t know if he doesn’t have to pay for it because he said he acted bravely.

Upon hearing this, Lin Nianhe's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Come on, come on, bullying men is nothing. Let me talk to you."

Lin Nianhe slipped forward and rushed forward. She ran so fast that she accidentally stepped on the back of a young gangster who was just about to get up. She stomped him back into the mud, leaving only the stubborn lift of her hands. He was shaking and twitching from time to time.

Lin Nianhe raised his chin towards the leader: "You want to fight with your father, right? Come on, I'll fight with you. Who is your father? Tell me."

The leader had just been given special attention by Feng Wei, and now he couldn't get up even if he wanted to.

Holding the big bump on his forehead, he curled his lips and said to Lin Nianhe, "My dad is Li Zhan!"

Lin Nianhe blurted out: "I thought your dad was Li Gang."

Of course, Li Zhan's son couldn't understand what Lin Nianhe's words meant. He really wanted to challenge her and asked directly: "Who is your father?"

Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and chuckled, but did not answer. He turned to Su Yuncheng and asked, "Brother Yuncheng, do you know who Li Zhan is?" Su Yuncheng: "I don't know."

"I'm relieved you don't know."

Lin Nianhe waved to Feng Wei: "Brother Feng, tie him up and send him to the police."

Li Zhan's eldest son laughed loudly: "You still want to send me to the police? My dad is the director, you are looking for death!"

Lin Nianhe: "Oh, you scared me to death."

Uncle Xu stepped forward at this time and said softly to Lin Nianhe: "Little comrade, thank you for your kindness, but you should leave first. I will take them to the hospital."

Lin Nianhe turned to look at him, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

This uncle is a bit interesting.

He could endure being insulted himself, but he would actually stand up for the safety of strangers like them.

There is no doubt that if Lin Nianhe and the others leave now, Li Zhan's eldest son will definitely blame Uncle Xu for everything that happened today.

What will he experience?

At least the medical expenses must be compensated, and more may be paid.

What will he experience in the future?

It's definitely more than just the trash being kicked away.

"Uncle, aren't you afraid that they will retaliate against you?" Lin Nianhe asked simply.

Uncle Xu was still smiling, as if he hadn't thought about these things at all, and his tone was still calm: "It doesn't matter. But you are helping me out of kindness, so I can't let you get in trouble."

Uncle Xu spoke in a low voice, with the gentleness and calmness of a scholar.

His face was marked by years of hard work, but his eyes were still clear.

No matter how you look at him, he should not be an ordinary street sweeper.

Lin Nianhe was a little interested in him, but only a little.

There are too many people like this nowadays, she can't just catch one and drag them to reminisce about the past.

Lin Nianhe chuckled and said, "You don't have to worry about us, I can handle it."

"But you..."

While he was talking, Feng Wei had already tied the boys into a string with their belts.

The proficiency of the technique shocked Director Li's son, and he felt like he had met a colleague of his great father.

"Sister Lin, where to send them?" Feng Wei asked.

He was already used to asking Lin Nianhe directly what she thought when she was around - anyway, his brother Cheng would never have any objections. In all likelihood, he would ask Sister Lin what she wanted to do. There was no need to go around more.

"Send him to the police station where his father is," Lin Nianhe smiled brightly, "I am a kind person, how can I not let father and son see each other for the last time."

"..."

Some people say, don’t be richer than officials in the capital, and don’t be richer than money in Shanghai.

Although this is the public’s stereotype of these two cities, it can also explain some problems.

Li Zhan never expected in his life that while he was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the office, he would suddenly be interrogated in isolation.

Li Zhan asked himself that he had never done anything bad in these years.

That is to say, we have handled a few small and medium-sized cases, let go of a few children who made a mistake, and slapped a few false accusations... that is, we have collected a total of less than [-] yuan in reasonable income... …

"I don't understand...why did you just think of checking me out?"

"Because you gave birth to a good son."

"..."

Maybe he will never regret what he did until his death.

But he will definitely regret giving birth to such a cheating stick.