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"It's so annoying. I'm poor. I eat their rice!"
In the Yinji tea stall in damenshi street, a young man grasped the newspaper tightly, and his green tendons burst out. The companion next to him advised, "Oh, he's not aiming at you, and what the newspaper says is also true..."
"What's right!"
"The children of rich families are really better than those of ordinary families," sighed his companion: "When we play in the mud, they have studied under the guidance of famous teachers; when we explore the tactics, they have military attache Heyang to guide and exercise; when we run around for three meals a day, they may have begun to take over the business; we can only eat Wowotou, and their three meals a day are delicious..."
"There is a sentence in the refutation of 'childe surnamed Wu', which I agree with very much: if life is a race, many of us have lost at the starting line."
"Although he said that we ordinary people should be born to accept the leadership of those official children, it's really a little ugly, but in fact, this is also a fact..."
"But this is wrong!" the young man patted the table hard and said gnashing his teeth. "Those rich people have made a fortune a few years ago. What are the skills of the CHILDES born in rich businessmen? Apart from being born with a golden key, they are not the same as us. They have two eyes and one mouth. We don't live very hard. Why do we say that they are more useful than us!?"
"Have you seen the national unified examination for enrollment of 'wonderful anecdotes' this week? How much manpower and material resources it will take!
And even if the state agrees, people everywhere don't agree. Like Yanjing people, who doesn't take the Royal College as their own forbidden place? - even if they can't get on, they certainly don't want the Royal College to recruit students from other places, so their admission probability is smaller!
Yin Minghong shook his head and continued to look.
In the second half, Wei Zheng regained some force by cultivating his tactics. After obtaining some funds through robbery, he was blocked by public security police at home.
In fact, the public security didn't know that Wei Zheng lived here. It was the aunt of the neighborhood committee in the residential area who noticed Wei Zheng's face. When the public security came and asked, the aunt of the neighborhood committee immediately suspected that Shangwei Zheng was a migrant population. Wei Zheng was forced to escape by any means.
The interesting part of the second half of the story lies in the "aunt of the neighborhood committee." according to Mr. Shu Ren, the "neighborhood committee" is a self-discipline organization for the self-management of the masses, not an administrative organization, so the people inside are not officials. Their main task is to help the people communicate with the government, distribute support materials, etc. in Mr. Shu Ren's words, it is "from the masses, Go among the masses. ".
Autonomous management, coming from the masses and going to the masses... Yin Minghong just chewed these terms, he vaguely saw the tip of the iceberg of a more efficient system.
Laymen watch the excitement and experts watch the doorway. Ordinary people only think that the experiences of the three walkers in the future world are quite new, but the white night walkers get a lot of inspiration for reform from this novel.
I wonder if they found the author Mr. Shuren... If they can, we must pull him into the white night!
It can be seen from the article that Mr. Shuren is quite indifferent to Huiyao court, and his political position is more inclined to the backlight organization!
Yin Minghong put away the newspaper, paid the bill and left. When he passed the newsboy, he suddenly discharged two money: "give me the cover of the first two issues."
With an expression of "I knew it" on his face, the newsboy skillfully took out two folded newspapers.
Yin Minghong pulled down his hat brim and turned left and right all the way to Wenhong's clinic. When he passed the fruit stall, he felt that it was not good to go empty handed, so he planned to buy some apples.
"Young man, I think you often come to the doctor. Are you playing friends with the doctor?" the aunt of the fruit stall suddenly asked.
Yin Minghong slightly raised his eyebrows. He didn't say yes or No: "I want five apples."
"Oh, I don't know what to say." the aunt of the fruit stall went straight on without waiting for Yin Minghong's reply: "the cultural and medical officer went on a blind date a few days ago. When he came back, he was full of spring. He was flirting all the way. I don't know if he met a lover..."
Yin Minghong was stunned. Naturally, he knew that Wen Hong wanted to contact Yin Yinyin on behalf of day and night. Did aunt mean the day when Wen Hong went to see Yin Yinyin?
But of course he wouldn't say much to such a gossip. He took the apple, turned and left, pushed the door and entered Wenhong's clinic.
The clinic was empty. Yin Minghong put down the apple and had some doubts in his heart.
Just then, he heard a strange voice coming from inside:
"Um... Um..."
"Woo..."
"I'll guide you gently, darling"
Yin Minghong listened more and more wrong. He resolutely opened the inner door and asked loudly, "what are you doing?"
Then he saw that on the sofa inside, Wen Hong hugged Mu Qingmei. Mu Qingmei's face was red and weak. Wen Hong was lying in Wen Hong's arms. While walking upstream and downstream with her hands, Wen Hong breathed into Mu Qingmei's earlobes.
Hearing Yin Minghong's voice, they were both surprised. Mu Qingmei jumped up directly to tidy up her clothes and looked at her second brother at a loss.
Although this scene is very different from the picture imagined by Yin Minghong, it still gives him strong stimulation: "what are you doing!"
Wen Hong replied calmly, "I'm teaching Qingmei how to seduce her."
Seduction?
Yin Minghong thought of a terrible possibility, and his face couldn't help changing: "who do you want her to seduce? Is it...?"
"Yes," Wen Hong nodded, "I hope she decolorates Jing Zhengwei -"
"-- the woman next to me, Qinglan."
Yin Minghong: "
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"It's so annoying. I'm poor. I eat their rice!"
In the Yinji tea stall in damenshi street, a young man grasped the newspaper tightly, and his green tendons burst out. The companion next to him advised, "Oh, he's not aiming at you, and what the newspaper says is also true..."
"What's right!"
"The children of rich families are really better than those of ordinary families," sighed his companion: "When we play in the mud, they have studied under the guidance of famous teachers; when we explore the tactics, they have military attache Heyang to guide and exercise; when we run around for three meals a day, they may have begun to take over the business; we can only eat Wowotou, and their three meals a day are delicious..."
"There is a sentence in the refutation of 'childe surnamed Wu', which I agree with very much: if life is a race, many of us have lost at the starting line."
"Although he said that we ordinary people should be born to accept the leadership of those official children, it's really a little ugly, but in fact, this is also a fact..."
"But this is wrong!" the young man patted the table hard and said gnashing his teeth. "Those rich people have made a fortune a few years ago. What are the skills of the CHILDES born in rich businessmen? Apart from being born with a golden key, they are not the same as us. They have two eyes and one mouth. We don't live very hard. Why do we say that they are more useful than us!?"
"Have you seen the national unified examination for enrollment of 'wonderful anecdotes' this week? How much manpower and material resources it will take!
And even if the state agrees, people everywhere don't agree. Like Yanjing people, who doesn't take the Royal College as their own forbidden place? - even if they can't get on, they certainly don't want the Royal College to recruit students from other places, so their admission probability is smaller!
Yin Minghong shook his head and continued to look.
In the second half, Wei Zheng regained some force by cultivating his tactics. After obtaining some funds through robbery, he was blocked by public security police at home.
In fact, the public security didn't know that Wei Zheng lived here. It was the aunt of the neighborhood committee in the residential area who noticed Wei Zheng's face. When the public security came and asked, the aunt of the neighborhood committee immediately suspected that Shangwei Zheng was a migrant population. Wei Zheng was forced to escape by any means.
The interesting part of the second half of the story lies in the "aunt of the neighborhood committee." according to Mr. Shu Ren, the "neighborhood committee" is a self-discipline organization for the self-management of the masses, not an administrative organization, so the people inside are not officials. Their main task is to help the people communicate with the government, distribute support materials, etc. in Mr. Shu Ren's words, it is "from the masses, Go among the masses. ".
Autonomous management, coming from the masses and going to the masses... Yin Minghong just chewed these terms, he vaguely saw the tip of the iceberg of a more efficient system.
Laymen watch the excitement and experts watch the doorway. Ordinary people only think that the experiences of the three walkers in the future world are quite new, but the white night walkers get a lot of inspiration for reform from this novel.
I wonder if they found the author Mr. Shuren... If they can, we must pull him into the white night!
It can be seen from the article that Mr. Shuren is quite indifferent to Huiyao court, and his political position is more inclined to the backlight organization!
Yin Minghong put away the newspaper, paid the bill and left. When he passed the newsboy, he suddenly discharged two money: "give me the cover of the first two issues."
With an expression of "I knew it" on his face, the newsboy skillfully took out two folded newspapers.
Yin Minghong pulled down his hat brim and turned left and right all the way to Wenhong's clinic. When he passed the fruit stall, he felt that it was not good to go empty handed, so he planned to buy some apples.
"Young man, I think you often come to the doctor. Are you playing friends with the doctor?" the aunt of the fruit stall suddenly asked.
Yin Minghong slightly raised his eyebrows. He didn't say yes or No: "I want five apples."
"Oh, I don't know what to say." the aunt of the fruit stall went straight on without waiting for Yin Minghong's reply: "the cultural and medical officer went on a blind date a few days ago. When he came back, he was full of spring. He was flirting all the way. I don't know if he met a lover..."
Yin Minghong was stunned. Naturally, he knew that Wen Hong wanted to contact Yin Yinyin on behalf of day and night. Did aunt mean the day when Wen Hong went to see Yin Yinyin?
But of course he wouldn't say much to such a gossip. He took the apple, turned and left, pushed the door and entered Wenhong's clinic.
The clinic was empty. Yin Minghong put down the apple and had some doubts in his heart.
Just then, he heard a strange voice coming from inside:
"Um... Um..."
"Woo..."
"I'll guide you gently, darling"
Yin Minghong listened more and more wrong. He resolutely opened the inner door and asked loudly, "what are you doing?"
Then he saw that on the sofa inside, Wen Hong hugged Mu Qingmei. Mu Qingmei's face was red and weak. Wen Hong was lying in Wen Hong's arms. While walking upstream and downstream with her hands, Wen Hong breathed into Mu Qingmei's earlobes.
Hearing Yin Minghong's voice, they were both surprised. Mu Qingmei jumped up directly to tidy up her clothes and looked at her second brother at a loss.
Although this scene is very different from the picture imagined by Yin Minghong, it still gives him strong stimulation: "what are you doing!"
Wen Hong replied calmly, "I'm teaching Qingmei how to seduce her."
Seduction?
Yin Minghong thought of a terrible possibility, and his face couldn't help changing: "who do you want her to seduce? Is it...?"
"Yes," Wen Hong nodded, "I hope she decolorates Jing Zhengwei -"
"-- the woman next to me, Qinglan."
Yin Minghong: "
"It's so annoying. I'm poor. I eat their rice!"In the Yinji tea stall in damenshi street, a young man grasped the newspaper tightly, and his green tendons burst out. The companion next to him advised, "Oh, he's not aiming at you, and what the newspaper says is also true...""What's right!""The children of rich families are really better than those of ordinary families," sighed his companion: "When we play in the mud, they have studied under the guidance of famous teachers; when we explore the tactics, they have military attache Heyang to guide and exercise; when we run around for three meals a day, they may have begun to take over the business; we can only eat Wowotou, and their three meals a day are delicious...""There is a sentence in the refutation of 'childe surnamed Wu', which I agree with very much: if life is a race, many of us have lost at the starting line.""Although he said that we ordinary people should be born to accept the leadership of those official children, it's really a little ugly, but in fact, this is also a fact...""But this is wrong!" the young man patted the table hard and said gnashing his teeth. "Those rich people have made a fortune a few years ago. What are the skills of the CHILDES born in rich businessmen? Apart from being born with a golden key, they are not the same as us. They have two eyes and one mouth. We don't live very hard. Why do we say that they are more useful than us!?""Have you seen the national unified examination for enrollment of 'wonderful anecdotes' this week? How much manpower and material resources it will take!And even if the state agrees, people everywhere don't agree. Like Yanjing people, who doesn't take the Royal College as their own forbidden place? - even if they can't get on, they certainly don't want the Royal College to recruit students from other places, so their admission probability is smaller!Yin Minghong shook his head and continued to look.In the second half, Wei Zheng regained some force by cultivating his tactics. After obtaining some funds through robbery, he was blocked by public security police at home.In fact, the public security didn't know that Wei Zheng lived here. It was the aunt of the neighborhood committee in the residential area who noticed Wei Zheng's face. When the public security came and asked, the aunt of the neighborhood committee immediately suspected that Shangwei Zheng was a migrant population. Wei Zheng was forced to escape by any means.The interesting part of the second half of the story lies in the "aunt of the neighborhood committee." according to Mr. Shu Ren, the "neighborhood committee" is a self-discipline organization for the self-management of the masses, not an administrative organization, so the people inside are not officials. Their main task is to help the people communicate with the government, distribute support materials, etc. in Mr. Shu Ren's words, it is "from the masses, Go among the masses. ".Autonomous management, coming from the masses and going to the masses... Yin Minghong just chewed these terms, he vaguely saw the tip of the iceberg of a more efficient system.Laymen watch the excitement and experts watch the doorway. Ordinary people only think that the experiences of the three walkers in the future world are quite new, but the white night walkers get a lot of inspiration for reform from this novel.I wonder if they found the author Mr. Shuren... If they can, we must pull him into the white night!It can be seen from the article that Mr. Shuren is quite indifferent to Huiyao court, and his political position is more inclined to the backlight organization!Yin Minghong put away the newspaper, paid the bill and left. When he passed the newsboy, he suddenly discharged two money: "give me the cover of the first two issues."With an expression of "I knew it" on his face, the newsboy skillfully took out two folded newspapers.Yin Minghong pulled down his hat brim and turned left and right all the way to Wenhong's clinic. When he passed the fruit stall, he felt that it was not good to go empty handed, so he planned to buy some apples."Young man, I think you often come to the doctor. Are you playing friends with the doctor?" the aunt of the fruit stall suddenly asked.Yin Minghong slightly raised his eyebrows. He didn't say yes or No: "I want five apples.""Oh, I don't know what to say." the aunt of the fruit stall went straight on without waiting for Yin Minghong's reply: "the cultural and medical officer went on a blind date a few days ago. When he came back, he was full of spring. He was flirting all the way. I don't know if he met a lover..."Yin Minghong was stunned. Naturally, he knew that Wen Hong wanted to contact Yin Yinyin on behalf of day and night. Did aunt mean the day when Wen Hong went to see Yin Yinyin?But of course he wouldn't say much to such a gossip. He took the apple, turned and left, pushed the door and entered Wenhong's clinic.The clinic was empty. Yin Minghong put down the apple and had some doubts in his heart.Just then, he heard a strange voice coming from inside:"Um... Um...""Woo...""I'll guide you gently, darling"Yin Minghong listened more and more wrong. He resolutely opened the inner door and asked loudly, "what are you doing?"Then he saw that on the sofa inside, Wen Hong hugged Mu Qingmei. Mu Qingmei's face was red and weak. Wen Hong was lying in Wen Hong's arms. While walking upstream and downstream with her hands, Wen Hong breathed into Mu Qingmei's earlobes.Hearing Yin Minghong's voice, they were both surprised. Mu Qingmei jumped up directly to tidy up her clothes and looked at her second brother at a loss.Although this scene is very different from the picture imagined by Yin Minghong, it still gives him strong stimulation: "what are you doing!"Wen Hong replied calmly, "I'm teaching Qingmei how to seduce her."Seduction?Yin Minghong thought of a terrible possibility, and his face couldn't help changing: "who do you want her to seduce? Is it...?""Yes," Wen Hong nodded, "I hope she decolorates Jing Zhengwei -""-- the woman next to me, Qinglan."Yin Minghong: "
