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Chapter Eight Street Games (1)

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    Anyone who knows our northern city obviously knows that the transition between summer and autumn here is always lacking in excess, just like a person's head growing directly on his shoulders.  In September, after a few days of rain, the temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the leaves on the roadside also fell down, and the sight was very miserable.

    Gong Xiaojun found out that he had done nothing for nothing this year after the rain stopped. He was surprised to see that pedestrians on the road took off their raincoats to reveal thick sweaters.

    Beside Gong Xiaojun was a large pile of watermelons, which he had just brought from other places, and the price was nearly twice as high as before. Unexpectedly, the rain would come as soon as the watermelons arrived.  Autumn watermelons are the hardest to sell in our city. People eat watermelons in summer, and their intestines almost turn the watermelons red. Who wants to spend more money to buy them than in summer?  Moreover, this morning, people from the District Comprehensive Management Office came to tell him that he was limited to dismantle the watermelon shed within five days and go home without leaving any traces, because the National Sanitation City Inspection Team will visit in 15 days.  In this city, from the secretary of the municipal party committee to the director of the street, the primary task is to improve the city's appearance and sanitation, and strive to create a national sanitary city.  As you all know, in the early 1990s, there was no urban management department, and the Office of Comprehensive Management exercised this power.

    Nowadays, the citizens don't seem to care about anything. If the citizens didn't suddenly find their lives inconvenient, no one would be interested in the title of National Health City.  What does it have to do with you if you are not given a high salary even if you are evaluated?  What does the secretary and mayor's trip to Beijing to accept the award have to do with you?  What does it have to do with you to work for nothing?

    However, you have to be interested. During this period, you can¡¯t find a stall that sells fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, steamed buns, tofu nao. You want to pick up some vegetables on the way home but you don¡¯t see the vegetable farmers who go to the city to sell vegetables. You go  When I was walking on the road, I found that all the public toilets were closed.  The whole city is united in one mind, and the spirit of striving to create a sanitary city without eating, drinking, or urinating cannot but be moving.

    Gong Xiaojun, who was shivering in the autumn wind, was not moved, he just wanted to scold his mother, and he even wanted someone from the District Comprehensive Management Office to come and threaten him that if the watermelon stall was not demolished within five days, everything would be taken away.  At that time, smash this field of watermelon on the head of the incoming person.

    ? If you say let¡¯s go out of the stall, you can go out, but if you don¡¯t give up, you can¡¯t go out?  I paid for this stall for a year?  When the watermelons are sold out, I still want to sell melon seeds!  If the watermelons in this area can¡¯t be sold, why the hell will you pay me?

    People from the District Comprehensive Management Office reappeared in front of Gong Xiaojun¡¯s watermelon stall on the third day after they issued an order to dismantle the watermelon shed within five days. At this time, Gong Xiaojun was looking at the watermelon stall  worry.  He originally thought that he would divorce Liu Yang when the batch of watermelons were sold out, but how could he have the heart to do so now?

    The person who came was a young man of Gong Xiaojun's age. He was riding a three-wheeled motorcycle. His curly hair reminded Gong Xiaojun of the pug dog that followed Gao Diandian all day long.

    After Curly walked around Gong Xiaojun's watermelon stall three times, seeing that Gong Xiaojun still ignored him, he got a little annoyed, what did he think of you, a shabby self-employed man?  I said I won't let you do it, can you still do it?

    "What day is it today?" Curly stopped in front of Gong Xiaojun, lit a cigarette, looked at the watermelon shed, and asked.

    Gong Xiaojun's watermelon sales for several months made him instinctively dislike these people, as if these people lived to make others uncomfortable, as if their value of existence would be lost if others were comfortable.  He didn't speak, and when he looked up, he saw a blond foreigner with a camera in his hand who wanted to take a picture of Li Ernuo, who was repairing shoes.  He first walked up to the old grasshopper and gave it a breath of steam, then he waved his hand to the foreigner and said, "Hello! Watermelon, do you like it? It's very sweet."ú±

    In fact, even though Gong Xiaojun graduated from the Agricultural College, he can still speak a few sentences in English, such as hello and goodbye.  But now, with this majestic curly hair standing in front of him, he thought it would be more interesting to say that.

    The foreigner turned around, smiled at Gong Xiaojun very friendly, and said in Chinese: "No, thank you."

    This foreigner is Hans, an American, and people in Guangming Street are not unfamiliar with him. He is an international student of modern Chinese language and literature in a university in the southern suburbs, and he is also a photographer.  The small vendors who set up the stalls took pictures, developed the photos and gave them to these small vendors for free.  Most citizens know Hans not because they have seen him in person, but from TV. The city TV station reported on the incident that Hans was almost pushed into the moat by an old man named Wang Geng not long ago.

    It was a Sunday, Hans had just taken a photo of Wang Geng who was setting up a cigarette stall by the moat, and Wang Geng rushed forward.  That day, Wang Geng wore a broken straw hat with?A line of faded red letters is the handwriting of the great leader Chairman Mao: Grasp the revolution and promote production.  He was wearing an old white sweater that had turned yellow, and there was a hole in the chest, which was torn last night when he and his wife had an uninterrupted quarrel in their lives.  His cigarette cabinet was also not very good, the paint was chipped and rusted.  However, the business was very good that day, Wang Geng sold more than ten packs in less than an hour pushing the cigarette cabinet out.  He was very happy, stretched out the index finger of his right hand to get some saliva in his mouth, and started counting the money.  At this moment, he heard a click, and he raised his head to look around, only to find that it was a foreigner taking a picture of him.  At this time, Wang Geng immediately remembered the foreign spies that he used to talk about.  However, Wang Geng also knows that what he sells are cigarettes, not drugs, and the moat behind him may have been useful hundreds of years ago, but now it is just a stinky ditch.  So, why is he taking pictures?  Do you want to take pictures of the dark side of China and exhibit them abroad?  Why don't there be so many high-rise buildings and don't shoot special small businessmen and hawkers?

    At that time, there were no digital cameras, and neither did American Hans, who used film.  When Wang Geng rushed up, Hans was passing the roll.  He held the camera high above his head and kept saying, "Master, the photos will be sent to you tomorrow."

    What Wang wanted was not photos, but Hans' film, and he wanted to expose it on the spot.  So the two had a dispute. If it wasn't for a poplar tree to block Hans, Wang Geng would have pushed him into the moat.  Hans had no choice but to compromise, and he was able to get away after pulling out the film to expose it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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