Chapter 791 Half-Year Quota

After He Chengfeng left, Chen Shu glanced into the room and saw that Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao were still reminiscing inside, so he decided to find a place to wait at the door.

From now on, the two demobilized soldiers will be in Yun Province and the other in Donghai Province. They are tens of thousands of miles apart. They don’t know if they meet again in the Year of the Monkey or the Horse. We should talk more if we have the opportunity.

Although social software is extremely convenient now, text, voice and video are commonplace. The means of transportation are also extremely developed. Although it looks like a long way, it actually only takes half a day.

It sounds simple, but at that age, it is difficult to meet each other after all.

For example, Chen Shu studied at the Provincial Police College, and his college classmates were all from the same province. That's it, it's been almost ten years since I graduated, and I still haven't seen most of my classmates.

When we actually met, we passed through the territory on a business trip and made a phone call to make up the time.

It is said that soldiers like Zhu Yiba who performed special tasks in the Zeng Special Service Platoon were not allowed to leave each other's mobile phone numbers when they were discharged from the army in the early years.

According to discipline, you can’t even keep it in your head.

Rounding the corner of the corridor, Chen Shu saw Chen Chuan leaning against the wall and smoking.

A few smoke rings rose, and several cigarette butts were thrown beside his feet.

"My good captain, if you say that Zhang Yang is your future wife, I can still understand your stupid behavior. But what does Huang Mao have to do with you? Do you deserve to help others like this? I said, you are his platoon leader, Or his mother? Or his biological father who has been missing for many years?”

Chen Chuan took a deep drag on his cigarette and deliberately slowly blew the smoke into Chen Shu's face. His words didn't sound very nice, and his face didn't look very good either.

When he was in the hotel earlier, Chen Shu suddenly ran to the room where Chen Chuan lived next door. In order to help Huang Mao give gifts to the local police leaders, he took Chen Chuan's cigarettes and tea, saying that he would make up for the money after returning to Dongzhou.

repair? Can this thing be repaired?

Thinking of this, Chen Chuan couldn't help but sigh, wondering whether his old classmate really didn't know the price of the tobacco tea, or was pretending to be confused on purpose.

Fortunately, if you tighten the belt of an ordinary policeman and live a tight life for a few months, you can still achieve a similar level.

But this cigarette is something that can never be bought on the market.

For those with a bit of discernment, especially those leaders who have seen big scenes and pay attention to details, seeing this cigarette is equivalent to seeing the hidden background and class of smokers.

After all, they are all paid within the system, so they cannot drive luxury cars and wear luxury watches to work every day.

It's impossible to keep your mouth shut and talk about your background when you meet people. That will only make people laugh.

Therefore, being able to smoke special cigarettes every day reflects its value. There are two key points, one is "every day" and the other is "special offer". This is called low-key luxury, and it is also called hidden high-profile.

In the eyes of people who don’t know anything else, this is just cigarettes and tea, with no other meaning. But in the eyes of knowledgeable people, this is the light of walking, which can brighten the eyes of blind people.

Chen Shuli was at fault first, so he could only smile with his face at the moment: "Then the boss came to my room yesterday, and he could hardly move away from his squinting eyes staring at your tobacco tea. I thought this was because you were on a business trip. I brought it out for entertainment, just to open their eyes so that they can know the pattern of our Mr. Chen in the East China Sea!"

"You fucking stop flattering me. I'm telling you, two words are useless!" Chen Chuan was still a little angry, his mouth curled up, and he huffed.

Chen Shu still talked coaxingly: "Oh, just think of it as a gift to Xiao Hai. I think you also like teasing Xiao Hai to smoke, don't you?"

Chen Chuan turned away and snorted coldly: "Xiaohai is my junior brother, I am happy to take care of him. Huang Mao? I didn't even know who he was a few days ago! It's your business if Chen Shu wants to be the boss, I have no objection. But you can’t just use my things to make money, don’t you think that’s the truth?”

Chen Shu was a little embarrassed and said sarcastically: "It makes sense, it's my fault. Hey, when I came to you to get cigarettes and tea in the morning, I saw that your mood was quite stable and you didn't object much."

After talking about it, Chen Shu's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was obvious that he himself felt wronged.

"I thought you were taking it for yourself!" Chen Chuan stamped his foot fiercely, very angry, and the consequences would be serious.

Chen Shu gave up immediately and stopped making excuses for himself: "Brother Chuan, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. I beg you, sir, to let me go."

Chen Chuan turned away and snorted coldly, but the snorting sound was in an upward tone, obviously accepting Chen Shu's admission of mistake.

Chen Shu saw the opportunity and knew that his old classmate accepted his apology, so the matter was over.

He then waved his hand to disperse the crowded pile of smoke and joked: "Why, two cigarettes and one cake, let's make Mr. Chen feel distressed when we swept through the East China Sea nightclub and caused countless beauties to scream?"

"It hurts! It hurts so damn much!" Chen Chuan got off the donkey and also joked.

He put his right hand on his chest, frowned and bent over, exaggerating: "My brother, these cigarettes and tea you gave away are my quota for the next six months! You also know that I am addicted to smoking, and I am also addicted to passing cigarettes. How can I live in the next six months?”

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Speaking of the latter part, Chen Chuan held the orchid finger and placed it next to his eyes, making a look like his eyes were filled with tears.

The crying sound of "hmm" really made me feel a bit heartbroken.

At this time, a local policewoman passed by the corridor and stared at this side with her eyes wide open, as if her eyeballs were about to fall out. There was a scene of the end of the world in her eyes.

"Ahem." Young Master Chen couldn't resist the gaze of the opposite sex after all. He stood up and coughed a few times. He waited for the policewoman to leave his sight and started complaining again, "You also know how strict my old man is. The quota for this half year is used up. What should I do in the future?"

As he said that, he was ready to whine again.

"Two? The quota for half a year?" Chen Shu was stunned at first, then laughed, "Come on, I'll prepare ten Huazi for you after returning to Dongzhou. If it's not enough, I'll buy all your quota for the next year."

"That's more like it." Chen Chuan finally put away his joking expression and said pitifully, "It's settled."

Chen Shu nodded, then said seriously: "Chen Chuan, thank you."

"This... Actually... Well, let's do it that way."

Young Master Chen, who had been eloquent before, swallowed his mouth and was a little at a loss when facing the sincere thanks from his old classmate.

Chen Shu strode away.

Chen Chuan threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, looked back at He Chengfeng who had disappeared, and kept muttering, "Hey, it's really a half-year quota," "But I can't really tell him that," "That guy got it for free."

Then he stamped his feet hard. Then he ran out. The sound of his footsteps was heavy and fast, and it was obvious that this guy was still a little angry.

But the corners of his mouth were raised.