It’s a Bit Early To Cross

Chu Heng froze in place, looking at Chi Chi on the table, scratching his head and making gestures towards him, and the three bundles of beautiful knives exuding a charming ink scent, his heart was full of unwillingness.

In the matter of Andrew and Avima, he has always been doing the work, and he has always carried the blame. He even donated a handful from his own pocket before. This was a hard knock out of money, and it was not yet. Waiting for it to be hot, and people are going to leave!

Mr. Meng, you really can eat a goat!

Chu Heng withdrew his eyes resentfully, and glared fiercely at the troubled waiter who wanted to love you.

The waiter knew that he was wrong, bowed his head in shame, and did not dare to look at him.

"Then I'll leave this to you, I'll go back first."

Knowing that there was no hope for the matter, Chu Heng didn't say much nonsense. He explained to the vicissitudes man with a sluggish head, neatly tidied up his clothes, threw off his long legs, and turned to leave.

Are our big households short of money?

Only 30,000 knives, sprinkle water!

While comforting himself, Chu Heng walked out. Just as he was about to leave the cafe, someone suddenly stopped him from behind.

"Hey, comrade!"

He stopped expressionlessly, turned to look at the waiter who cost him 30,000 yuan, and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"That" the waiter said with a dodgy look: "You haven't paid yet, those two foreign guests are leaving in a hurry."

I am so special!

Chu Heng almost didn't come up to hold it in one breath, and the evil fire that was full of stomach also rushed up, instantly roasting his handsome face into black at the bottom of the pot.

He stared at the waiter for a while, but after all, he held back his anger, took a deep breath, calmed down his desire to draw a gun, and asked, "How much?"

It doesn't matter if it's money or not, it's not that kind of thing!

I've been busy for a long time, and I haven't made a penny. !

It's all to blame for this talkative monkey!

Under his gaze, the waiter shrank his neck in a guilty conscience, and took a few steps back uneasy, feeling that he was almost safe, and then cautiously said: "Twelve!"

He was a little embarrassed to speak, because according to common sense, foreigners and Chinese people come here for consumption. Except for some special reception tasks, most of them are paid by foreigners. After all, the consumption here is not cheap. That said, it's a bit too expensive to spend.

Originally, someone paid for Chu Heng's tea, but because of his disorderly entry, the person who paid the bill ran away.

If it wasn't too expensive, he would want to pay for it out of his own pocket!

Chu Heng didn't talk nonsense, he took out fifteen dollars from his pocket with a sullen face and handed it over: "Look for money!"

"Please wait."

The waiter hurriedly trotted up to take the money, found the change as quickly as possible, and respectfully sent the person out of the hotel as if sending his ancestors.

Looking at the car that drove away quickly, the waiter heaved a long sigh of relief. He felt the cold sweat all over his back and his clothes were wet.

It's all scaring Chu Heng

It's that the look in his eyes is so frightening, she stares at his neck coldly, as if she is going to strangle him to death.

Standing in front of him, there is always the illusion that life is not his own.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

an office.

Elder Meng glanced at the 30,000-dollar knife on the table, and the pile of records beside him that recorded the conversation between Chu Heng and Chrisiboli. The vicissitudes man who rushed over these things with a kind face nodded and said. : "Excuse me, comrade."

"No trouble, that's what I should do." The vicissitudes man saluted him, and then said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Leader, if there is nothing else, then I will go back. The office has been a little busy recently."

"Okay, hurry up and do your work, work is important." Meng Da Lao heard the words and stood up, and after sending people out the door very politely, he turned his head and went back to his desk.

He first picked up a stack of money and looked at it, and then picked up the conversation record again. He was very curious as to how that kid Chu Heng got the 30,000 foreign exchange.

Elder Meng looked very carefully.

Reading word by word from the beginning, when he saw that Chu Heng handed those photos to Chrissy by selling them instead of giving them away, he was stunned and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He knew about foreign paper media spending money on news materials, but he never knew that this stuff was so valuable!

Then Old Man Meng thought about the news that was hard to reach for ordinary people, and felt that he had lost several million!

It's all money!

It's all precious foreign exchange!

How much is enough to buy?

Old Man Meng grievedly touched a cigarette and lit it, then looked down again.

After reading that Chu Heng gave Chrissy an idea on how to add fuel to Andrew's affairs, he smiled again.

"This kid is really full of bad water!"

"What the **** has it become!"

"Too bad!"

"But hey!"

Meng Da Lao's reading speed is still quite fast. After a while, he saw that Chu Heng taught people how to create fake news, and encouraged Chrissy to create racial conflicts and profit from it.

"Special!"

"You **** are brave!"

Elder Meng saw that the sweat was down, and he was glad that the scourge in the morning did not come down, and he was also annoyed by himself.

I am too impulsive.

Thank goodness I didn't get that kid!

Otherwise, I can't help it!

He still has some understanding of the internal situation of Citi. Racial conflicts have always been a chronic disease. Discrimination incidents are being staged almost all the time across the country, and the little old blacks have been holding their breaths.

If it really intensified the contradiction and let this breath out, you can imagine how beautiful that scenery line must be.

"hiss!"

Thinking of this, Old Man Meng took a deep breath, and quickly glanced at the follow-up content. When he saw how to detonate the topic above, instigate resistance, and other bad moves, he couldn't help but have a toothache.

Immediately, he quickly picked up the phone on the desk and called Xie Jun.

"Come here quickly, that thing of yours is in trouble again!"

"How big?"

"How old? You'd better bring Jiuxin Pill here."

"Can I not go?"

"Quickly, what is Fett talking about!"

evening.

Chu Heng had just eaten, and was lying on the kang head, figuring out how to make up for the recent losses.

I gave Avima more than 17,000 yuan, and Dalla Meng confiscated 30,000 yuan. The coffee shop also spent 12 yuan, plus more than 40,000 yuan inside and outside. Rounding up is 50,000 yuan, and the gross is 100,000 yuan.

"Hey young!"

Thinking that he lost 100,000 yuan, Teacher Chu felt very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Ni, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang with the soles of his shoes, looked over curiously.

"It's just frustrating."

Chu Heng hummed and turned over and kicked his feet, looking like he was about to die.

Xiao Ni secretly glanced at his grandfather who was sitting by the side reading a book.

She has a secret recipe for her own man's treatment, which can be said to reduce swelling and pain, clear heat and activate blood.

But grandpa was right in front of him, so this secret recipe was useless.

So just ignore it.

"Uncle Chu, Uncle Chu!"

At this time, a child's call came from outside his house.

"Why? This is."

Chu Heng, who was in a very irritable mood, got up from the kang, pulled Xiao Ni, who was going to go down to the ground to open the door, and sat down.

"Squeak!"

Chu Heng opened the door, and there was a half-sized boy standing outside. He was a neighbor who lived nearby, but he was not in the same alley.

When the boy saw the door opened, he quickly looked inside. Seeing that the TV was no longer on, he looked back in disappointment, then left a sentence and ran away.

"Uncle Chu, there is a call for you."

"It's annoying!"

Chu Heng rolled his eyelids, tightened his collar, stepped forward reluctantly, and staggered out of the house.

When I came to the newsstand, the phone hadn't been hung up, and the microphone was on a broken newspaper.

Seeing him coming, Uncle Huang, who was smoking by the side, waved his hand and reminded in a low voice, "This person on the phone is very aggressive, and his anger is not small."

"I'm still full of fire!"

Chu Heng pouted indifferently, threw a large front door to the old man, picked up the phone and asked, "I am Chu Heng, who are you?"

"I, you thank Uncle!" Xie Jun's angry voice came from the other end.

Chu Dan was not afraid at all, he smiled and asked, "Ah, Uncle Xie, what's the matter?"

"Why do you still have the face to ask me? Don't you know what you did?" Xie Jun snorted.

Chu Heng grinned, and immediately said yin and yang strangely: "Damn, you still don't know about me today. I have a burden on my shoulders and a pot on my body. I'm so busy, how can I remember so much?"

Xie Jun on the other end was silent for a moment, his tone softened a lot, and said: "I know you have a grudge in your heart, but it's all for the people and the country. If you have difficulties, overcome them."

"I don't have any grudges. I'm extremely happy to serve the country and the people, but there are some people who can't catch a sheep and try to **** the wool!" Chu Heng recalled the 200,000 he lost. Hey young, not to mention a lot of grievances in my heart.

Um?

Should be two hundred thousand, right?

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Xie Jun immediately felt guilty, and the topic changed and he brought up the old thing again: "I said that you have nothing to do, so what are you encouraging that foreign old man to do? If this is found out, do you know how much trouble it will cause?"

"Who encouraged me, I didn't, we were just chatting between friends." Chu Heng beat him to death and refused to recognize it.

"I don't care if you have it or not. Remember this time, you kid. In the future, you have to control your rude mouth and mess around with others. I don't care about you!"

"Got it, got it! Then what, I still have something to do, so I'll hang up first!" Chu Heng was in a bad mood now and didn't like listening to these lectures. He hung up the phone and bought it at the newsstand. The evening newspaper, wiped the body to go home.

As for what Xie Jun said, he was not at all relieved.

Not to mention that Xie Jun could not ignore him, even if it was true, he would not be afraid of Loud.

Without you, butcher, how can I still eat meat with hair?

The Shen Liu family, who have the surrender letter in hand, are not much worse than the Xie family now, and they can protect this little shrimp that jumps up and down!

a unit office.

"That bastard!"

Xie Jun, who was still furious just now, listened to the busy tone on the phone, put down the phone cheerfully, hummed a little song, picked up the pork head meat and a bottle of Wuliangye bought by someone next to him, and prepared to go back and have a good meal.

Can't seem to get angry.

Ever since I met Chu Heng.

He wiped a lot of buttocks for Chu Heng.

But he has never been so willing and willing.

He even wanted to wipe Chu Heng's **** a few more times.

But after thinking about it, the criticism must be criticized, otherwise, the grandson might go to heaven!

but…

Gee.

If those bad ideas from that kid can really be realized, it must be a beautiful scenery!

Really looking forward to it!

…

Chrissy moved quickly.

On the third day after Chu Heng gave him the photo, Andrew's name appeared in the Washington Post newspaper.

And it's also a front page headline, and it takes up a lot of space.

The title is even more popular with Chu Heng's true biography, which is very eye-catching.

Shock!

Ambassador Maozi turned out to be a beast!

Gee!

Just such a title can at least make this newspaper sell tens of thousands more copies!

Of course, the content is not bad.

The first is a photo, which is very cleverly chosen, Andrew looks like a madman, and Avima is full of pain.

Then there is the manuscript, which tells how Andrew used his power to persecute and torture Avima. Some of the details described in it are a bit like fifty shades of gray.

It even made some people worship Andrew.

Expert!

will play!

Barbara…

But most people are concerned about the event itself, the ambassador of a superpower, the persecution of married women, the scandal within the absolute scandal!

Citigroup people love to see big figures unlucky, let alone big figures in the Cold War countries opposite!

Must eat this big melon!

For a time, the Washington Post sold out, even surpassing the industry leader New York Times, and attracted countless big and small.

Newspaper reprint.

As a result, this incident only fermented for a day, and it was completely spread, and it was hotly discussed by people in many countries, and at the same time, Andrew was criticized for a while.

Even under the deliberate guidance of a certain organization, the spearhead of public opinion is directed at Mao Ziguo.

So much so that within Mao Ziguo, many people were scolding Andrew, and some people even suggested that this shameful guy should be returned, and some of them were against the party.

…

"boom!"

Maozi Embassy, ​​dormitory building.

Andrew, who had already become the loser, smashed a bottle of vodka on the wall with red eyes, and the surging smell of alcohol made the atmosphere in the room even more restless.

"Trap, it's a trap!"

Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Andrew was already mad, and yelled at the rosacea sitting in the wheelchair beside him with a murderous face: "Find that **** for me, I'm going to kill her! Kill her!"

"Andrew, please calm down."

The rosacea wiped the wine splashed on his face, and persuaded bitterly: "Now you are already at the cusp of the storm, so it's best not to do anything, if there is an accident with that woman named Avima, this will only happen. make your situation even worse."

Andrew was silent after listening.

He is reckless and not false, but he is not stupid, and he knows that he can only weigh the pros and cons.

After thinking for a while.

He opened the newspaper again, UU reading www. uukanshu.com looked at the woman above who once made him reminisce, but now wants to get rid of it, squinted his eyes, and suddenly said, "Who do you think did this?"

"Does it matter?" Rosacea asked rhetorically.

"unimportant!"

Andrew shook his head, threw the newspaper on the ground, and walked out of the room with a lonely face.

Things are a foregone conclusion, the world is full of uproar.

What if he finds out who's doing it?

Who will believe?

Or who wants to believe?

Did not expect ah.

He walked in blood and fire for so many years, but he was planted in the hands of a woman.

And it's still a tricky trick!

There is a knife on the head of the color!

But it should be said that this knife is really easy to use!