The Era of Hard Work

A cold air front from Siberia arrived in the north-central region of our province this morning. It is expected that from today to tomorrow, most parts of our province will experience a significant drop in temperature, and the temperature drop in some areas will reach ten degrees Celsius...

Opposite the stewed pork pancake stall, Jiao Sanhei's radio broadcast the latest weather forecast.

Lu Dong was sitting on the Maza, with his hands close to the briquette stove to keep warm, and he exhaled air from his mouth, which immediately turned into a cloud of white mist when it came into contact with the icy air.

Winter has really arrived.

Qiao Weiguo didn't seem to feel the cold, he still had a big bald head, holding the iron scales to practice his strength.

Jiao Sanhei was waiting for the storytelling to start broadcasting, and Jiao Shougui was watching the tape booth absent-mindedly, looking across from him from time to time. On the other side was Zhao Juanjuan, who was wearing a brand new down jacket and always had a smile on her face.

There was a crisp crashing sound, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child with an enamel jar dangled outside the market, seeing people approaching from the sidewalk, he leaned over to ask for money.

After a short meeting, Bei Xiangrong came over with two defenders carrying things, stopped the child to ask a few words, and let him go.

Bei Xiangrong entered the market and greeted Lu Dong first: Dongzi, I will borrow you and Weiguo's car to step on and hang a few banners on the tree.

Qiao Weiguo put down the weight and rolled out the bicycle: One is enough?

Enough! Bei Xiangrong glanced at him and asked, Wei Guo, isn't it cold to be bald?

Qiao Weiguo smiled: I'm used to it.

Bei Xiangrong waved to Lu Dong: I'll talk about it later.

A defense team member came to pick up the bicycle, and followed Bei Xiangrong to the sidewalk. The car was propped under a tung tree. After he helped it, another defense team member climbed up, stood on the back seat of the car, and took Bei Xiangrong The banner handed to Rong was tied to the tree trunk.

There are several roads on the tree at the intersection, and some are facing the market.

Lu Dong took a look, and the banners drawn by the police station were all related to crackdown.

One gun and two catties of medicine, two years in prison without negotiation!

There is black to fight black, there is no black to eliminate evil, and there is no evil to rule chaos!

Crack down on illegal and criminal activities in accordance with the law and ensure that the people live and work in peace and contentment!

From the beginning of 1996 to the end of 1998, after more than two years of continuous fighting, the public security situation has improved significantly, and those high-profile black and evil forces have all been wiped out.

There are also small gangsters like Qiao Siliang, who thought they could become the boss, and basically went in.

Relatively speaking, there are more scams in society.

All kinds of fraud methods emerge in endlessly, some are very simple, but countless people are deceived.

Just as Lu Dong was thinking, Zhao Juanjuan came over and said, Help me look at the stall, I'll go out for a while.

While speaking, she raised her hand to look at her watch, and there was a brand new lady's watch on her wrist with her sleeves exposed.

Okay. Lu Dong replied.

He didn't try to persuade her anymore, Zhao Juanjuan's attitude was very obvious, let alone an outsider, her father, Lao Zhao, probably wouldn't be able to persuade her to come back.

Lu Dong hadn't seen Lao Zhao for a long time.

Zhao Juanjuan took off her apron, tidied up briefly, took a bag out of the market, stood on the side of the road and waited for a while, a black Crown car drove up, and when she got into the car, she drove west towards Quannan.

Jiao Shougui didn't know when he came to Lu Dong's side.

It's really good to have money! Jiao Shougui was full of depression.

Lu Dong reassured: Brother Jiao, people have already said that there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world.

That's what I said. Jiao Shougui patted his chest, It's very crowded here.

Lu Dong sighed lightly, and said, Let's do business well and earn money, so this kind of thing won't happen to us in the future.

Jiao Shougui rubbed his face and turned to look to the north. The howling north wind woke him up a lot: Lv Dong, here you are the one who sees things the most. You are right! Make money! Make money hard!

Back at his booth, Jiao Shougui turned on the recorder and played music to attract customers.

Unstoppable longing, irreversible changes, I knew that I made more money back then, love is true and false, how can love be tested...

Zhao Chuan's singing wafted at the south end of the market.

Lu Dong turned his head to look at Jiao Shougui. This kind of thing can only be thought out on his own. Times have changed, and age is no longer an obstacle.

After a while, Bei Xiangrong and the two defenders came back with Qiao Weiguo's bicycle.

A leader came to inspect? Lu Dong pointed to the banner hanging on the side of the road.

Bei Xiangrong moved a seat and sat down, and said, Don't worry, your market is designated by the leaders, so how should you do business?

Lu Dong asked again: Brother Bei, you have been running here recently, will you be responsible in the future?

Yes. Bei Xiangrong moved closer to the stove, stretching out his hand to warm it up: Your brother has been promoted to be an instructor, so you don't have to run on the front line. I'll take this piece.

Lu Dong found a cigarette, first gave Bei Xiangrong one, and then gave the two defenses, saying: It means you are about to be promoted.

Bei Xiangrong was not polite to Lu Dong, took a lighter to light a cigarette, and deliberately joked: Thanks to your brother.

Lu Dong said: One day you will be promoted, you have to ask me to give you a good rub.

No problem. Bei Xiangrong's two recent credits, the counterfeit money case and the arrest of the wanted criminal, were all reported by Lu Dong. He solemnly said: Recently, there are a few children begging, have you noticed it?

Lu Dong nodded lightly: I've seen it many times. He asked, Didn't you check it out?

Bei Xiangrong said: I checked, and there is nothing wrong with the person. They were brought by their parents. Almighty is right. Parents let their children drop out of school to beg, and it is not up to the police station to take care of them, but it is not a problem for these children to wander back and forth. , let the focus be paid attention to, you and Wei Guo are active members of the security joint defense, pay more attention.

Lu Dong understood: I know.

Anyone who has some experience in security work knows that behind this situation, many problems often arise.

However, the children who appeared in the university city were all physically sound. Bei Xiangrong said that he had investigated and must have done a detailed investigation, but he did not find anything for the time being.

Based on some situations he had seen on the Internet, Lu Dong suggested: Brother Bei, tell Lu Suo and my brother to mention it. When I went to Quannan last week, I heard from the award-winning people that a group of old men and The children fought in the square of Quannan Railway Station because of the competition for begging sites, and stinky biscuits and rotten buns were thrown everywhere, which has a very bad influence. Should we pay more attention here, and don’t really become a gang industrial chain.”

Bei Xiangrong knew that Lu Dong was a knowledgeable person, and said, The institute has been paying attention, and this is not something that our department alone can solve.

He stood up after smoking a cigarette: Okay, don't talk anymore, I'll go around.

Bei Xiangrong walked around the market and left quickly.

It was almost noon, and Lu Dong got busy. After twelve o'clock, he took time to look at the tofu stall. Zhao Juanjuan didn't come back. It seemed that he didn't plan to do business at noon.

Everyone who should be reminded has reminded that Lu Dong can't control others, he can only manage himself.

In the past few days, he and Qiao Weiguo have spent more than 2,000 yuan a day in their stalls.

Before the second phase of the store goes on sale, there is no problem in saving another 50% down payment.

Lu Dong also took the time to go to the construction site to have a look. Not to mention the second phase, which has not yet started pre-sale, there is still a large area of ​​shops in the first phase.

Maybe after Yang Liewen transferred over, he would break this relatively bleak situation.

In the words of Director Zhao, the current university town relies heavily on government investment, and social and commercial funds are insufficiently involved.

After noon, after Lu Dong cleaned up the toilet, he went to take out the garbage, and found a three-wheeled motorcycle with a bucket parked on the side of the north-south Wenhua Road, and someone was setting up a stall selling green onions on the side of the road.

Curious, he went over to take a look.

After all, this is a university town, and there are basically no permanent residents. If you come here to sell green onions, can you sell them?

The onion seller was an old man in his fifties, smoking a pot of dry tobacco, and his frowning brows could not be seen.

Young man, do you want green onions? Seeing Lu Dong, the uncle took the initiative to say, It's cheap, four cents a catty.

Lu Dong opened his mouth and said Qingzhao dialect: Master, there are so many in the village, and I can't sell them if I'm worried, and no one will take three cents.

The uncle smoked vigorously, his eyes fell on the onions.

The green onions are very good, the leaves are straight, and they must be more than 1.6 meters. Lu Dong has no choice but to persuade: Master, why are you here to sell? This land can't be sold.

The uncle said: No one in our local area buys it. I am thinking that there are many out-of-towners here in the university town, so they might buy it.

Lu Dong lifted the trash can: Try it.

After all, it is a way, and it is better than not being sold and rotten.

The uncle knocked on the cigarette pipe pot: Why can't you sell such a good onion?

Lu Dong didn't know how to answer, so he returned to the market with the bucket.

After three o'clock, Zhao Juanjuan came back from the south side of the market, with a few more bags in her hand, and she was in high spirits.

Thanks, Lu Dong. She said something to Lu Dong and cleaned up the stall.

Lu Dong asked: Are you going to withdraw?

Zhao Juanjuan turned her head to the north, and the howling north wind made her shrink her neck, turned her head, and said, It's such a cold day, I don't need to be guilty of this, I'll go back first.

Lu Dong nodded, and continued to thread vegetables with bamboo sticks.

Zhao Juanjuan packed her things, came to sit across from Lu Dong, and said, I won't be here tomorrow...maybe for a long time, I've paid all the stall fees for this month, you use it first. Lu Dong, your business is good, It needs a lot of land, if you want to continue to use it when it expires, just tell the people in industry and commerce that I need to come forward...

She took out a new phone, opened the screen, found a napkin, and wrote down the displayed number: Call me then.

Lu Dong remained silent, not knowing what to say for a while.

Zhao Juanjuan smiled more happily than before: Lv Dong, thank you, without you, my dad and I couldn't support this business.

Thank you very sincerely, Lu Dong could hear it, and reminded again: Sister Juan, this is a major event in life, don't you think about it?

Zhao Juanjuan understood Lu Dong's meaning: I think it's pretty good, really! Lao Qian is a hot-blooded person. My dad has already asked someone to inquire in Lao Qian's hometown. He is divorced and lives alone.

Lu Dong understood that Zhao Juanjuan was not a fool for nothing.

As for Lao Zhao.

Lu Dong's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It is not only the traces of the years, but also the experience of life.

Zhao Juanjuan took out her red hands and put them on the table: It's getting colder and colder. I'm afraid of the cold. I don't want to suffer from the cold. I don't want to suffer anymore. Lu Dong, don't joke, choose the old money, I can eat two less. Ten years of suffering, how many twenty years does a woman have?

Everyone has a choice and the right to choose. Lu Dong said sincerely, Sister Juan, I wish you happiness.

Thank you. Zhao Juanjuan got up to push the cart.

After getting acquainted with each other for a few months, Lu Dong helped Zhao Juanjuan push the cart out of the market.

Zhao Juanjuan drove away on a Jialing cart with a trailer, and soon disappeared.

Lu Dong turned his head and walked back, only to find that the onion seller by the roadside had left.

People left, cars left, but green onions were thrown on the side of the road randomly, piled up into a mountain of garbage.

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