Chapter 1213： Canteen level meeting (2/2)
”I heard that the masters in the garrison canteen are the heirlooms of Mr. Ye. He must be happy to catch one of them and have a meal. Maybe he can save me two meals if he is happy... The old guy is also true. How old is Lao Tzu, he gets beaten up at every turn, I don't want face!”
So a particularly serious meeting was spread out in the canteen of the garrison.
The atmosphere of the whole meeting was as anxious as the donkey meat pot in front of Zhao Er, with the hot charcoal fire in the black underneath, and steaming donkey meat on the top. The wrinkles on Master Ye's face were looming in the mist, and his mouth was dangling. His pipe has long been extinguished by a huge amount of water vapor because he forgot to smoke it, which is particularly mysterious.
Someone solemnly said,
”A terrible idea! But the warlock...cough... In short, Mingguang definitely can't give up this opportunity, it's horrible, it's just...”
”Who is talking?!” Old man Ye shivered.
So he squeezed a face out of the mist and smiled,
”Old general, it's me.”
”Oh, Xiao Zheng,” Mr. Ye patted the table speechlessly, ”Hurry up and take those pots out of me. It's not okay, who is still eating from Nima, and I'll put a little bit of soup. !!!”
The pots were all removed, Zhao Erlian reluctantly said,
”You hold your meeting, and you don't let me go when you go, and you don't let me eat when you eat...”
”You shut up Lao Tzu! Tap tap...”
Taking advantage of the absence of the two big butlers who had been with Mr. Ye for half his life, the old man lit the pipe pot tightly, striving to take two more mouthfuls.
It didn't matter if Mr. Ye twitched, which of the table bosses was fuel-efficient, waited, the crackling fire sounded one after another.
”Ugh...”
”It's obviously a good thing, why do you always feel too risky.”
”Oh, at a young age, the acceptance of new things is a bit too weak, this is not possible, so be brave!”
”I'm afraid to be bolder, do you have to turn all the Mingguang Evolutionists into traitors to the party...”
”You **** can't speak!”
”Who is the old man scolding?”
”scold you!”
”Fuck, why aren't the people from the Scientific Research Institute and the Development Committee yet? Is there any priority?!”
Meetings without a scientific research institute have always been like this. Scolding mothers is considered a normal process of the garrison. Only when people from the scientific research institute come to the conference will this group of veterans and veterans converge a little bit-mainly because they are afraid of embarrassment.
For the elders of the garrison, the scientific research institutes are all ”literati”, and every word they say involves three allusions plus two lines of poetry. The gloomy satire is never half a dirty word.
When the garrison and the research institute quarreled, it was not uncommon. The style of painting is roughly as follows:
”Waiting for the rat generation, you are extremely desperate.”
”Gan Li Niang!”
”Mother's, sincere is not happy from the mother.”
”Gan Li Niang!”
”How can you? The ancients sincerely don't deceive me, only villains and women are difficult to raise!”
”Gan Li Niang!”
”...”