Chapter 39 (2/2)

Zhuang Shikai finished his last mouthful of bowl cake. Suddenly he thought of something and paid attention to buying a car.

After all, taking a taxi every day is easy to delay in urgent affairs. It's even more impossible to borrow a car from Uncle Biao. Uncle Biao doesn't dislike trouble. He also dislikes his appearance.

Moreover, A-goods shops will have a wave of payment collection at the end of the month. After deducting the current payment, there will certainly be a large profit.

At least 800000! Even after deducting Leiluo, Chen Xijiu and lard, there will be more than 300000 left. Buying a good car is simple and not too much.

……

Three days later.

Zhuang Shikai received the news that uncle Biao was looking for him, so he knocked on the wooden door of the office and walked into the sand exhibition office with his nose buttoned: ”Uncle Biao, what do you want me to do?”

”Luo Ge's affairs have been arranged.” Zhou Huabiao was about to take out a document from the drawer. When he saw his appearance, his expression was a little strange and shouted, ”can you stop picking your nose in front of me?”

”Isn't it... The police won't let you buckle your nose yet? Do you know that it's windy and dusty on the road, and I'm itchy if you don't pick it! ”

”Don't look at me. I'm different from you. I'm handsome when I pick my nose. It's called pretty boy picking his nose, okay? It's my exclusive ability to add the word ”pretty boy” before each action. ” Zhuang Shikai flicked small pieces of things into the trash can, and then reached out and pulled out a paper towel from Uncle Biao's office Zhuo.

After wiping his fingers and nose, he showed a pure smile: ”Hey, hey, hey.”

”...” Zhou Huabiao took a deep breath and said slowly.

He thought to himself: why do you drag so much? I'm in my prime, too. Okay! Before you, no one dared to say he was more handsome than me except Rogo!

You've been fooling around with a handsome face since you came here. Hey, you really look a little handsome by buttoning your nose.

Zhou Huabiao's thoughts flashed in his mind and he was too lazy to argue with Zhuang Shikai.

He threw a document on the table, lay on his chair with his arms around his chest and said, ”recently, the Stanley Prison has been expanded, and the prison security guards are understaffed. He applied to allocate a group of staff to the central police station to help manage Stanley.”

”You're in there.”

Zhuang Shikai understood that helping was just an excuse and obediently came forward to pick up the documents.

Zhou Huabiao talked to him and continued, ”you'll go to work in Stanley next week.”

”You can't bring a gun in.”

Zhuang Shikai knew this meant handing in the gun. So he opened his white shirt, took out the matching gun, stepped forward and put it on the table: ”please uncle Biao help me keep this kind gun.”

Zhou Huabiao stared at him, quietly touched the gun around his waist and asked, ”why is your gun a kind gun?”

Is this kind of name robbed? How did Zhuang Shikai know his favorite name for the gun? Did you mean to ridicule him? I also want to pass on this honorary title to my nephew! The gun you killed is not qualified to be called ”good gun”!

Zhou Huabiao had many question marks in his heart. Zhuang Shikai saluted solemnly and shouted, ”report to Sir! Because he kills people with one shot! Never bring any pain to criminals! So I call it the gun of kindness! ”

”Shameless!” Zhou Huabiao remembered that a hall leader was shot and killed by someone a few days ago. Finally, he knew how thick Zhuang Shikai's face was!

”You can get out!” Zhou Huabiao roared loudly and never allowed the family honor to be robbed by outsiders.