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Chapter Eight Street Games (2)

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    Afterwards, the city TV reporter interviewed Wang Geng, Hans and citizens.  Wang Geng, who was a worker in a locomotive factory and participated in the strike in solidarity with Beijing-Hanzhou railway workers in 1923, gave a patriotic speech to the camera with an emotional expression.  Some citizens expressed support for Wang Geng, and some asked him to shoot if he wanted to, but they didn't ask for money.  One of the farmers who went to the city to sell pork took the color photo that Hans gave him and said that he had never taken a color photo since he was a child, and the pie in the sky was so wonderful.  Facing the TV camera, Hans just shook his head. When asked why he did this, he shrugged and said, no reason, just like it.

    When Hans wanted to take pictures of Li Ernuo, Li Ernuo went home and changed into new clothes. He asked Hans to take five or six photos in various poses.  In the last photo, he smiled at the camera while pointing his thumb up and said: "Socialism is good!"ú±

    Before Li Ernuo's word "good" came to the fore, Gong Xiaojun got into a fight with the curly hair of the comprehensive management of the district.

    "Didn't you hear what I was talking to you?" Curly said to Gong Xiaojun, who was looking at Hans's photo from the side.

    Without looking back, Gong Xiaojun raised his hand and scratched his neck, and said, "I heard, there are so many people on the street, how do I know you are talking to me?"

    Gong Xiaojun's watermelon stall is the third stall that Curly runs to today. The owners of the first two kiss him as if they were their own father. They pass cigarettes and tea.  There are two Yunyan gifts in the sidecar.  However, he didn't expect Gong Xiaojun to ignore him.  Since he doesn't buy it, Curly has a way not to deal with it.

    "It's good if you hear it," Curly said, and raised his hand and flicked the grasshopper cage with his index finger. "Today, you will dismantle this watermelon shed for me."

    Startled, the grasshopper jumped up with difficulty, and its wings creaked twice.

    Since this grasshopper was sold to Gong Xiaojun by Zhuzhu's grandfather, he naturally cherishes it very much.  Gong Xiaojun rushed over with a stride, and shouted: "Are your hands cheap?"

    "Don't talk nonsense," Curly, of course, did not retreat, and raised his voice, saying, "Today you will tear down this watermelon shed for me."ú±

    The five-day deadline suddenly became three days, and Gong Xiaojun immediately became furious and furious: "What if I don't demolish it?"

    Curly slapped the watermelon on the table, and then slapped the grasshopper cage hanging in the corner of the shed on the ground, shouting loudly: "You will confiscate them all! You will be fined another thousand yuan."

    Gong Xiaojun was extremely annoyed as he watched the grasshopper cage roll far away and stopped by the side of the road.

    "Who the hell dares! I'll hack this illegitimate child to death." Gong Xiaojun turned around and picked up the watermelon knife, swung his arms round, and slashed at the watermelon, saying.

    In our northern city, calling someone an "illegitimate child" is the most vicious language, and its lethality far exceeds that of greeting a person's mother with obscene language.

    Now, the knife fell into pieces, and Curly couldn't help but took two steps back.

    At this time, the people on Guangming Street crowded around one after another just like watching Gong Xiaojun bicker with the girl in black skirt last time, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed Hans squeezed into the crowd unwillingly.

    The onlookers undoubtedly added courage and confidence to Curly. He thought that if Gong Xiaojun was frightened back, how would he come to point fingers on this street again?

    "Who dares? I dare! Do you still want to be lawless?" Curly said, bending down and overturning Gong Xiaojun's table, and then raised his foot to flatten the grasshopper cage on the side of the road.

    In fact, it is not Curly¡¯s first idea to use this method on vendors who do not listen to management. In the corridor in front of the comprehensive management office, there are a bunch of hand scales with broken scales.  The farmer who sells vegetables snatched it from the hand and broke it himself.

    Gong Xiaojun saw his desk fell to the ground and the grasshopper turned into a meat paste. His first reaction was to rush forward and punch Curly in the face twice. Then, before Curly turned around, he hugged the grasshopper again.  He picked up a large watermelon weighing more than ten catties and smashed it on Curly's head.

    With a bang, Curly fell to the ground.  Suddenly, there was red water on the ground.

    Gong Xiaojun still refused to give up, he was obviously excited by the bright red color.  He bent down again to pick up a watermelon, and slammed it on Curly's body.  Then, he smashed the watermelons on the ground one by one

    "Fuck you! What kind of prestige are you showing to the fucking common people? Are you going to give these people a chance to survive? Who am I afraid of? Who am I afraid of if I'm poor and white? If you have the guts, call the secretary of the municipal party committee." Gong Xiaojun threw  Watermelon said.

    When the police from the Guangming Street Police Station arrived, the attentive audience saw that Gong Xiaojun had thrown out the thirteenth watermelon.

    There is nothing novel about the result of this street game, it is nothing more than screwing the murderer to the pieGet out and take the injured to the hospital.  However, now that Hans is present, people found Hans after Gong Xiaojun was taken away by the police.

    "I can't tell him to leave, he must have taken a photo." A middle-aged man first squeezed to Hans and said.

    "Yes, you can't ask him to go. If he took the photo and gave it to foreign newspapers, wouldn't we Chinese people lose face?" Another person said.

    "Expose his film! Don't ask him to take these pictures abroad."

    "I heard that he is an American. The Americans are the most fucking cowards. When we entered the customs, it played tricks, and even let that old bastard from Taiwan, Mrs. Li, visit them. It seems that we Chinese people can't sleep when they live comfortably.  It seems that this kid has absolutely no good intentions."

    "Smashed his camera."

    In fact, Hans didn't shoot at all, he was only interested in small Chinese traders, and he also found that Chinese wars are no different from American wars, and this kind of street game is boring and uninteresting.

    "I didn't take pictures." Hans held the camera in his arms and said in blunt Chinese.

    Li Ernuo was most afraid that the film in Hans' camera would be exposed. If so, wouldn't his expression just now be wasted?

    "People didn't take pictures, I saw it." Li Ernuo said standing in front of Hans who was a lot taller than him.

    Hans raised his hand and patted Li Ernuo's shoulder, and said, "Yes, this gentleman is right, I didn't pat."

    "Sir? Li Ernuo, how did you become a traitor all of a sudden? Do you want to go to the United States to repair shoes for the American devils? Do you remember that your grandfather asked the American devils to kick him twice? You should take revenge now."  A person who knew Li Ernuo said.

    Li Ernuo didn't know if his grandfather had been kicked twice by the American devils, but he knew that his grandfather had been farming in the countryside, so where did he come to this city?

    There are more and more people watching, and people's patriotic enthusiasm is getting higher and higher. Some people even shouted the slogan of "down with imperialism".

    Hans finally realized that this time was more serious than the dispute with the old man selling cigarettes. He shook his head regretfully, opened the back cover of the camera, and pulled out the film.

    When Hans pulled out the film, he seemed to pull out Li Ernuo's heart. He looked down at his new clothes, sighed in disappointment, and said, "It's over, it's useless to dry the quilt under the moon." (Remember this website URL  : www.hlnovel.com
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