Since he was fourteen years old, no one has ever asked this question. The bartender is very interesting. Chen Huayao smiled and said, "The right hand is my philosophy, and the left hand is my power, so it is not convenient for you to watch."

The bartender was secretly shocked. Judging from his performance, his left hand was stronger than his right hand. He rushed out: "Is it Ran Min?"

Chen Huayao said: "It's still four hundred years away, but you have no chance." He stopped a taxi and left.

The bartender who was left with only the lost souls murmured: "It's still four hundred years away? What does he mean? By the way, in the era of the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China, Ran Min pushed up four hundred years to the Western Han Dynasty, and pushed down four hundred years to the early Tang Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han or Emperor Taizong of Tang?" He almost wanted to break his head.

When I returned home and passed Xiangzhang Road, the night was dark and there were few pedestrians. The store of McDonald's fast food restaurant on the street was about to close. A beggar lying on the ground looked at the closing gate and the extinguished lights in disappointment, and moved his body with difficulty.

The beggar was about thirty years old, with a huge black mole on his left face, and there was no clean area all over his body. His hair was woven into a ball, and he could smell a pungent odor from afar. The pants under him were empty, and he was all supported by his upper limbs. He was a poor man with his legs broken with his knees. He must have experienced some tragic accidents and could not continue his life, so he went out to beg.

The beggar moved half a meter, and his eyes were filled with his legs wearing wooden clogs. He was slender and strong, which particularly stimulated his nerves.

"Hey, where did you come from? Do you understand Jing dialect?" Chen Huayao held a cigarette in one hand and put the other in his pocket, shaking his legs and shaking his legs and asked.

The beggar's face suddenly turned pale. He had seen such a gangster all year round. It doesn't matter if he stole the money he had worked hard to get. The most fear was the kind of idle little bastard who drank a few glasses of wine to find "excitement" and beat him up for no reason. That would be really unlucky. Call the police? Just kidding, is the beggar human rights?

He twitched the badly standard Jing dialect and said, "Oh my uncle is good. I work on the construction site, my legs were broken by a machine, the boss ran away, I didn't get my salary for two years, my family was destroyed, my wife and children were separated..." After a series of rhetoric, I obviously memorized it very well.

"For the sake of your lack of legs." Chen Huayao rummaged through his pockets, found ten red hundred-dollar bills that were not very good-looking, and handed them over gently.

"Ah?" The beggar stayed for a long time and didn't dare to pick him up, for fear that there would be a mouse clip hidden in the pile of RMB.

Chen Huayao said: "You should take this money first, buy a set of clothes, take a clean bath, have a full meal. I will spend some money tomorrow to take a taxi to the Disabled Welfare Factory No. 305, Lane 4 of Qianwei Avenue to find Director Zhou. He said that it was introduced by Brother Hua and asked him to arrange a job for you. Don't worry, the welfare factory is not a sweatshop, but a government-subsidized enterprise. I would rather lose money than arrange a way out for the disabled, at least I can manage the full meal, as well as the salary and bonus, and there is no need to be exposed to the sun and rain."

The beggar then rushed to take the money into his arms and kept thanking him without mentioning it.

The next morning, Chen Huayao finally appeared in the compulsory class in the Department of Sociology. He had a pair of glasses with no degree of degree on his nose and two blank notes under his armpits. He looked like he was shrunk, which was no different from those liberal arts men who were reading stupidly.

Ji Xiaoqing stood at the door of the classroom to check the number of people and looked at him sternly. The woman was really fickle. She did her so much last night, but she didn't show anything today, as if nothing had happened.

"Teacher Ji, the stockings you are wearing today are so beautiful."

"Yes, your glasses are also handsomer than Song Zude." Ji Xiaoqing's expressionless face.

The students laughed. Chen Huayao was not ashamed, but instead greeted Tulips sitting in the third row with great enthusiasm. Unexpectedly, Tulips's face changed and turned a blind eye to him. He turned his face and went to chat with Li Li next door.

When sociology professor Zhu Zhixuan walked into the classroom, Ji Xiaoqing left.

The content of this lesson is the value of materialist historical conception in modern sociology. Since the establishment of sociology, whether it is a science, what kind of science it is, and whether it can become a science about society in the natural science sense, these questions have always troubled the academic community. But this does not prevent the tutors of the Department of Sociology from setting up as many as seventeen compulsory courses for students.

Mr. Zhu was teaching slowly on the podium, and his unchanging tone was like a lullaby, making people drowsy. For more than ten minutes, a group of fighters who fought all night long, a group of couples who went out and lingered, and for more than ten minutes, a group of gangsters who were unwilling to go to school fell down.

Only Chen Huayao, who was in the front row in the classroom, was full of energy, listening and writing, and nodding in praise from time to time, as if inspired by hearing the professor's high-profile statements.

Chen Huayao was originally a student majoring in ancient literature in the Chinese Department four years ago. When the student department saw that the vacant space in the Chinese Department had been used up by the relevant households, he took the initiative to assign him to the Department of Sociology. This subject is a little unpopular, much less popular than the popularity of business administration, computers, news media, and foreign languages. Fortunately, they are all liberal arts, and they can learn more easily.

After class, Professor Zhu asked him specifically for his name.

The days pass by bit by bit in boredom.

In the afternoon, Lei Xin heard news that Juyitang handed over the car, 200,000 yuan, and four accomplices who stole the car. Bald Feng was not aware of this matter, but he had to explain that he lost to Chen Huayao, regardless of whether the car was stolen by their subordinates of Juyitang. In the boss's anger, hundreds of people were moved and followed up and followed up layer by layer. Finally, it was found that it was related to Juyitang.

It turned out that a maid and a few of his friends were messing around. The maid's friend was lying around outside and cheating on Juyitang's name. I heard that she was still a student from a university. What are the qualities of this?

When Lei Xin arrived at Jixiang Bar, Jiang Yaoming and other gangsters were wearing only a pair of shorts, staying in the middle of the bar hall, trembling with fear and helplessness in their eyes.

A slaughter from Juyitang was the mastermind who stole the car by himself, and Jiang Yaoming and others were the accomplices who gave him the advice of Wangfeng. There was also a guy who had a broken nose bridge and was hospitalized without participating in this matter, which was a blessing in disguise and escaped.

The other twenty or thirty horsemen in Juyitang sat in the seats next to them stared at the four unlucky boys who lost all their money, waiting for the Crab Committee to fall. Needless to say, the defeated general came from being humiliated? It is enough to leave such a scandal for his men.

The bartender kept cursing, and the vicious men were so scared that the bar had no business coming.

A maid came forward respectfully and said, "Third Master, the two bitter melon men last night vowed to never return to Xiangjing and went to Gansu overnight. What do you think of these four gangsters?" Seeing how powerful the Crab Committee was, she went to the meeting alone, and said it was the only thing she could do. Dozens of people in his own way still had to do things according to his expression.

"Who is Jiang Yaoming?" Lei Xin looked at the four car thieves around and said in a very bad tone.

Jiang Yaoming was like a death row prisoner who was about to be executed, his mind was filled with white light. It was over! A fishy liquid gushed out of his bladder without control, and his shorts were wet. He shouted in panic: "Good man, please spare me, please spare me!"

Urination incontinence is a trivial matter. The peddlers of Juyitang said that they were likely to face a punishment of 70-yard motorcycle towed 30 kilometers, which was a death-making life. How could they think of stealing a car and taking revenge? Who thought that Chen Huayao was so big? If he had to endure it at that time, wouldn’t the matter be over?

Everyone in Juyitang is silent. Just imagine that this is the case on your head, how can you not wet your pants?

"Our chairman ordered them to be let go." Lei Xin waved his hand.

"What?" Everyone couldn't believe it. Even Jiang Yaoming thought he was going to play the game of cat and mouse and urinated more.

"Jiang Yaoming, come here, our chairman wants to tell you something." Lei Xin waved to Jiang Yaoming. Brother Hua was not good at this. He was too soft-hearted and was too kind to the enemy. He always wanted to persuade people to be kind in everything. He could compile a textbook for the good things he helped the old lady cross the road.

Jiang Yaoming's body shook like a sieve, and he stood timidly one meter away from Lei Xin.

"Sit down, hey, forget it, don't dirty the chairs in other people's bars. The chairman said, you young people are the main force in building the motherland. They don't want to repay the society, but instead do things that steal. How can this happen? Your behavior can be considered as a criminal law, and you were going to buy it. In order to change things, in order to change things, you will start to report to Aunt Huang from tomorrow to sweep the streets for three months."

Lei Xin emphasized: "Note that Aunt Huang is a social supervisor hired by our Crab Committee. She is responsible for your attendance. Without affecting the university class, the specific working hours will be determined by her. If she is late, leave early, cannot clean up, or has a bad attitude, and fails the assessment, we will take over the transformation work for you."

If Jiang Yaoming and others were granted a general amnesty, they would like to immediately stand attentively and salute: "Report to discipline, we must reform and become a new person."

Juyitang and others suddenly realized: "I said no wonder Baihua District is so clean and tidy. It turns out that the pickpockets have gone on the street to do voluntary labor. If they can't clean up, they have to buy it."

Unlike the cognition of gang members, in the eyes of neighborhood aunts, the crab committee is simply synonymous with life.

The young men they sent were diligent, loved labor, and did not pay any compensation, and treated the streets as their home. There was even a young man holding a bag of smelly garbage with tears in his eyes and walking two kilometers to the garbage recycling station to throw it away. What kind of spirit is this?

With their efforts, the Environmental Protection Bureau wants to directly cancel the Baihua District work area. Who says that young people are the collapsed generation now?

"Do it well and keep in mind the Chairman's teachings. Xiangjing is my home, and it depends on everyone's health."

Friday is ushered in the last singing of autumn cicadas. As soon as the bell rang after class and everyone rushed back to the dormitory.

Tao Qiang, Yang Chao and He Baoyang were all red and changed their clothes in front of the dressing mirror. They tried a T-shirt and thought it was not possible. They changed to another shirt. Finally, they tried to spray perfume on themselves.

Chen Huayao asked in surprise: "Is your part in the live version of If You Are the One?"

"It's almost the same if you are the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is not sure." The fat man changed into a dark green tie, thought it was inappropriate, and put it on again, and replied: "All the girls in the dance class invited our class to sing at the Jinditian party. It's just tonight. With my Fat Master's charm, the Guangyuan Angel will be killed off the horse."
Chapter completed!