Siheyuan: Arrest sticks at the beginning, awaken the god-level system

He Yuzhu didn't care. He rubbed the sticky chicken nest head with a playful smile, but found that there was something sticky on the other's head. He touched it, and he even sniffed it to confirm that it was a chef's professional habit. I don't know which hapless ghost's snot is after.

He Yuzhu's expression froze instantly, but he still smiled wryly.

"Bang, are you hungry? I have steamed buns here, and freshly cooked corn paste. Would you like to eat some, and take it home by the way."

He Yuzhu opened an aluminum lunch box, "Smell it, isn't it delicious? This time, your Uncle Zhu cooked it carefully for a long time, and added a few peanuts. It tastes sweet and sweet."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to Bang Geng with full expectation, but unexpectedly found that the bastard was full of disdain: "Silly Zhu, you should eat this kind of food that pigs don't even eat. I have something delicious. Hurry up and eat it." Let me go, or it will be too late, and I will speak ill of you to my mother!"

Sticking the soy sauce he stole in his arms, he kicked and kicked He Yuzhu. You must know that he finally stole a chicken from Xu Damao, and it was roasting on the fire. If it was later, the chicken would probably be burnt.

"What, don't you eat pigs? You son of a bitch, I think you want to go to heaven!"

Full of good intentions, he was treated like a donkey, and even scolded for not eating a pig. No matter how good-tempered He Yuzhu was, he was a little depressed.

In this day and age, the main food is yellow steamed buns and corn paste, and the dishes they eat are basically cabbage and potatoes, and many people don't even see a little bit of oily smell for a month.

This bastard stick stem actually said that pigs don't even eat!

He Yuzhu picked up the tongs in the boiler and taught the bastard a lesson, but when the tongs fell into his hands, he realized that something was wrong. The tongs were forged from crude scrap iron.

At this moment, it had already been burned red by the high temperature. He Yuzhu had rough skin and thick flesh just as he was holding it in his hand, but it was also scalding like a pig about to be slaughtered, so he threw it over reflexively.

The ignorant stick watched the poker fall onto his lap in a perfect parabola, his whole face turned pale with fright, and he desperately tried to get out of the area.

However, the halo of bad luck was activated, and the thunderous dark clouds above his head exploded. At this time, Xu Damao, who was going to play tricks on He Yuzhu in the back office of the cafeteria, suddenly opened the door curtain.

It was a coincidence that I bumped into the stick who was eager to become a rabbit.

The halo of bad luck activated again, and the thunder surged...

Due to his height, the stick was in a state of acceleration and slammed straight into Xu Damao's second brother. The unsuspecting Xu Damao was shocked, and the sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow instantly hit the back of his head.

"Ah! Grandma's, who attacked me!"

Not to mention Xu Damao, who was arched like a shrimp, the stick who had already escaped from the range of the tongs was desperate to find that he was knocked back to the original place, so he could only watch the tongs hit his leg with wide eyes and a face full of shock.

The burning sensation caused him to grin his teeth even through the heavy cotton pants, but fortunately, he wore bloated winter pants, so it probably didn't cause much damage except for minor burns.

Bang Geng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and ran wildly while holding the soy sauce in his arms, ignoring the burns on his legs.

Ma Hua, who was left behind, looked at Xu Damao screaming hoarsely, and He Yuzhu whose right hand was swollen like a steamed bun...

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

However, Lu Yunsheng wandered around the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant for a long time, but he didn't find the place where the sticks and the others secretly roasted chicken. Instead, they wandered around to the guard room of the security department in a daze.

A few guards dressed as militiamen were shivering in the cold wind. When they caught a glimpse of Lu Yunsheng's blue and white uniform, they immediately regained their spirits.

The burly man in the lead, carrying a Hanyang-made rifle, even walked forward and handed Lu Yunsheng the big front door as usual.

Lu Yunsheng took the cigarette, but didn't smoke it.

In his previous life, he didn't have the habit of smoking, but the original owner of his body was an out-and-out smoker. The muscle memory of his body still prompted him to take the cigarette, and then put the cigarette under his nose and inhaled it a mouthful.

Smiling all over his face: "Good cigarettes, you can smoke them at Daqianmen, unlike those of us who are police officers, it's amazing to be able to smoke a Dadao brand cigarette."

Lu Yunsheng was not polite, no one told him that his family had no surplus food, and it was not that there were no good cigarettes, but those things were basically used to entertain the old man's comrades-in-arms.

If Lu Yunsheng wanted to smoke, he would probably be scolded for it.

"Brother Yunsheng, I heard from Factory Manager Yang that because the military placed an order in our factory, out of the principle of confidentiality, a few police officers will be dispatched into the rolling mill to lead us brothers."

Yang Jiefang, deputy chief of the security department, scratched his head, and tentatively asked Lu Yunsheng, wanting to find out if the news was true. After all, he had been the deputy chief for two years, and it was not easy for the chief to change his job.

If a section chief is suddenly transferred from among the police, it is estimated that he will be able to spit out his old blood on the spot.

"That was indeed said."

Lu Yunsheng tucked the Type 54 pistol stuffed in his waist into his trousers, and then nodded. The old man in the family is the old leader of Director Yang, who is in charge of the Red Star Rolling Mill, and he knows something inside.

When Yang Jiefang heard the convincing news, he immediately became impatient: "Isn't it? It's not that Director Yang doesn't know that I have worked hard for our factory for two years. When I was in the army, I voluntarily Those who transferred to our factory to work, and now they have transferred police officers..."