All-in-one Sign

There are people who are not familiar, and there are people who are familiar.

Lao Meng saw that Xu Ang stopped beside him, so he found the right time to lead the way: "You really came here with a pinch. Look, the conference will start in less than ten minutes."

Xu Ang shrugged. He knew that Lao Meng was joking and had no ill intentions, so he didn't make any excuses.

Originally, he came early, but he didn't arrive at the point, who made the delay in the middle, and this became the current situation. However, in Xu Ang's view, as long as he is not late, no one can say anything.

Why don't those who ask others to arrive early do not set the time earlier?

It's obviously the time you set, and I'm here at the appointed time. Why are you dissatisfied? It's simply inexplicable.

Time is life, you can't say that you can ask me to waste my life if you think people have to show up early.

"Today's battle is not small. If I don't know more people, I'll be in a panic."

Xu Ang replied unintentionally.

Lao Meng heard his dissatisfaction and explained: "It's useless for you to tell me if you have any opinions. You have to talk to the principal. The decision is made by the school leaders, and I can't control it. I have been busy with the Yuanmingyuan recently. I have very little time at school, so I don’t have time to inquire about these things. Don’t think I knew this and deliberately lied to you. To tell you the truth, I didn’t know it a few minutes before you. "

"I'll just say one thing, if you answer me a bunch of words, how do you feel like you have a guilty conscience."

After he finished speaking, Xu Ang didn't give Lao Meng a chance to defend himself and passed him with a smile.

"You brat..." Lao Meng had no choice but to nagging behind him, "Anyway, I'm also a professor with a formal establishment in the school, so can't you respect me more?"

Xu Ang squinted at him: "Then I will respect you more verbally, and cut the budget for repairing the garden?"

Lao Meng: "..."

Then don't respect me.

"Formalism is bad, Comrade Lao Meng, your consciousness is not high enough."

Lao Meng's nose almost didn't make Xu Ang angry.

Said that Lao Meng is not enlightened enough, are you sure that your own enlightenment is enough?

I'm afraid it's not as good as me.

"If it weren't for the fact that you gave me the money to repair the garden, I would definitely not have a break with you."

Xu Ang chuckled and did not continue to pick up.

It's better not to touch the last stubbornness.

While chatting with Lao Meng, Xu Ang walked to his place, where Da Qiangzi, Zhao Jincong, Zheng Jiajia and others were already seated nearby. When these people saw Xu Ang coming, they got up and signaled.

In fact, Xu Ang doesn't like to do this kind of thing, but the atmosphere is like this, everyone will subconsciously abide by certain rules, and Xu Ang doesn't have to force everyone not to do anything.

That would be another form of rule.

"It's all here."

"Brother Wen, are you here to join in the fun?"

Xu Ang took his seat and greeted a group of his own.

Whenever there is a meeting in China, it is customary for the leader to speak first, and let the leaders come to the stage for an hour or two, or three to fifty minutes to speak a few words.

Xu Ang sat under the stage and listened to the people on the stage who knew the lines of the routine as soon as he heard it, it was called a drowsy.

From elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, he listened and smelled such a speech every year, and his ears almost heard cocoons. It can be said that the people on the stage didn't finish a sentence, Xu Ang knew what he was going to say in the next ten sentences.

"Who wrote this manuscript, nothing new, bad review!"

With a pouted mouth, Xu Ang, who restrained his urge to yawn, was trying his best to keep himself from falling asleep.

It's not that he didn't rest well, it's just that the people on stage's sleep-inducing skills are too strong, and even Xu Ang can't bear it.

He was like that, and the others weren't much better.

The old fritters smiled, nodded from time to time, and applauded together when needed. They looked like I was listening, but in reality they were either wandering in the sky or resting in their own way.

As for what the people on stage say, they don't care.

Anyway, the content is the same, the routines are too familiar to everyone, and they can recite speeches with a content similarity of more than 90% in a hundred ways.

Touching him lightly with his elbow, Tang Lu gestured, "Did you see the group on the right? The Siamese not only came by themselves, but also brought in some merchants from Marai, India and other places in the country. Officer, don't be careless."

Xu Ang knew about the presence of the Siamese from a long time ago, but Xu Ang didn't know it before Marai and the Yinni people also joined in the fun.

But this is not a big deal. Anyway, one is also slaughtered, and two are also destroyed, which does not affect the final result.

However, Xu Ang was quite concerned about the person who came from the ink pad. He felt that this guy was a little familiar.

"Do you know who is coming from the ink pad?"

It's a good habit to ask if you don't understand, Xu Ang asked Tang Lu, and the latter did not disappoint him.

"Why are you interested in Indian clay figurines?"

"They came from Subianto, and his father-in-law was Hato."

If Tang Lu, the ordinary Indian clay figurine, really didn't know who it was, but Subianto, it would be different. This guy's father-in-law, Hato, is the master of the ink pad. The Hato family is a behemoth that monopolizes three-quarters of their economy. Their will can't be said to affect the country.

"Ha, who am I? It turns out to be the son-in-law of the anti-bone warrior who came to power by selling his benefactor."

Xu Ang looked disdainful and sneered again and again.

"Isn't that guy Hato the Yinni Yuan Datou?"

"Well, compared to Yuan Datou, Hato is several blocks behind. I shouldn't insult Yuan Weiting."

Others could only hear Xu Ang's disdain and ridicule, but Tang Lu discovered the hostile and murderous intent hidden under the disdain and ridicule.

When Xu Ang mentioned Hato, Tang Lu, who was sitting beside him, only felt a blade-like coolness that made her hair stand up.

"Had a festival between you and Hato?"

Tang Lu didn't understand, what kind of holiday made Xu Ang like this. In her memory, Xu Ang didn't react so violently to the small book in District 11~www.readwn.com~ It's not that I had a holiday with Hato, but It was he who wanted to have a holiday with all Chinese people. "

Tang Lu was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Indy is also the country that was harvested by the capital sickle of the Western consortium this time. Speaking of which, its situation is the same as that of Siam, but there are essential differences between the two countries."

"Look at Siam, no matter how bad Hatisu and the Siamese royal family are, they still have some common sense and know that some things can't be done. But Hato is different. That guy came to power by conspiracy, and he was full of problems during his fortune. Lies, betrayals and adventures. The last time he took a risk and let him take control and become their dictator, and this time, you guessed that as a warrior who was completely unable to deal with the economic crisis and dared not resist the powerful Western capital, he would have What a crazy move?"

"Have no idea?"

"Let me tell you the answer: a robber with a sword in his hand will rob him if he has no money."

"The strong swing the knife to the stronger, and the weak will only swing the knife to the weaker."

"Guess which one Hato belongs to?"