The Era of Hard Work

As soon as the sun rises, the air is dry and hot. Before the May Day holiday, Quannan seems to have entered summer. When the sun shines, people feel dizzy. By around nine o'clock in the morning, the temperature has risen to 30 degrees.

Many people wore short sleeves on the road, and many college girls even wore short skirts and shorts.

In the university town, when the weather is a little hot, there will never be a shortage of beautiful scenery.

During the May 1st period, a leader came to inspect, and the University City Comprehensive Law Enforcement Brigade was on the road, taking advantage of the two days before the leader's arrival, to renovate the city's appearance.

Dynasty, who had already been promoted to the full post of captain, also came out in person in a newly equipped pickup truck.

When the car arrived at the central intersection, Ma Han, who was driving, said, Captain Wang, look quickly, there is a new advertisement for Lu Dong.

Wang Chao turned his head and looked to the northeast of the intersection, and saw that the signboard of Lu's Mala Tang had a new look, and several workers were replacing the huge advertisement on it.

The signboard is different from the previous simple white characters on a red background, and has been replaced with a new shape.

Ma Han read softly: Lu's Malatang helps the national football team to qualify!

Dynasty also watched football, so I took a closer look at it. The most eye-catching signs on the signboard were the busts of Lu's Malatang and the national football stars Yang Chen, Lao Mao and Mao Zedong. Less, still can let a person see clearly.

Ma Han said, Did Lu Dong's company recruit the National Football Team for advertising?

Wang Chao nodded: It should be. If you don't mention these infringements casually, people who are usually paid attention to by Lu Dong will not do such rough things.

The people in the back seat of the car got down at this time, reminding some shopkeepers over there to take back the signboards that were casually placed outside.

A native of the dynasty, the leadership style is relatively gentle, and they will accept things if they don’t come up. They always remind them first.

Those from the Law Enforcement Brigade are relatively familiar with these fixed merchants. Most merchants know how to be considerate of each other. They are all for the sake of life, and none of them are easy.

Turning around the central intersection and returning, it was close to noon, and when he looked at the Lu's Malatang shop in the southwest again, Wang Chao found that the huge poster had been hung up.

Ma Han got off the car and went to pick up a glass of water at the Mala Tang shop. On the way back and forth, he could see the young people passing by nearby pointing at the poster, and obviously noticed it.

The national football team once again hit the World Cup, and it still has a certain influence among young people, especially college students.

Captain Wang, Lu Dong is making a big deal this time.

After getting into the car, Ma Han put away his water glass and said to Wang Chao: I heard people say that Lu Dong spent several million a year to advertise for the national football team this time.

He looked at the portraits of the national football star players on the signboard of Lu's Mala Tang: Are these people worth it? They can't get out of the line.

Wang Chao said: If it goes online, this ad will go viral.

Ma Han agreed with this statement: If the national football team can enter the World Cup for the first time, it will be a sensation. Of course, there is nothing to say. The question is, can they qualify? I feel that Lu Dong's money will be wasted.

Probably not. Wang Dynasty pointed out: The qualifiers have started, and there are many people who are paying attention, so take care of things.

Taking advantage of the fact that the temporary workers who went to work did not come back, Ma Han specially watched for a while, but he couldn't see that he was in charge, because the Lu's Malatang shop on the side of the central intersection was always crowded with people, and it was almost time for dinner. full.

This car of people went back to the unit for lunch, and then came out to turn around again. Not to mention how much work they could do, there were leaders from above who were coming to inspect.

When we came to the farmer's market north of the central intersection, the pickup truck with the words Comprehensive Law Enforcement had just stopped, and the people who set up street stalls outside the market disappeared like the tide was ebbing.

This is the fear of the natural enemies engraved in the bones of the hawkers without fixed stalls.

Wang Chao had seen too much in recent years. He touched his head and got out of the car. He didn't let anyone chase him, but just stood by the car and lit a cigarette.

Zhao Hu, a former subordinate and now the director of the Farmer's Market Management Office, immediately came out of the market.

Team Wang... Zhao Hu held a colorful coloring page with holes in it in his hand: Why are you free to come here today?

Standing by the car, Wang Chao pointed to the place where there was a street stall, but no one is in a mess now, and said, Have you received the notice? During the May 1st period, some leaders came down to inspect, pay more attention, don't make it like this again, when the time comes I can't eat and walk around.

Zhao Hu smiled and said, Don't worry, don't worry, I've ordered people to notify you next to each other, and no street stalls will be allowed from the 30th.

Wang Chao exhaled a puff of white smoke: Just know what's in your heart.

The main thing is that the old and the young are having a hard time. Not every village is a Lu family village.

After all, it was brought out by Wang Chao, and Zhao Hu is not lacking in sympathy: It is not easy to have a place to sell vegetables for some money.

Wang Chao saw the coloring page in Zhao Hu's hand and asked, What is this?

Zhao Hu handed it over casually: I picked it up just now, it looks like a lottery ticket.

The colorful coloring pages are very eye-catching. Wang Chao took a look and saw the words Special Code Express Caijing written on it, with some patterns of the Chinese zodiac printed on it, and some money tree and dead man were also written on it. The name of the story is messed up like Jing, which makes people feel inexplicable.

The background of the dynasty was a soldier, and he was transferred to Qingzhao. He had never seen this thing before, so he asked curiously, What is it? Storytelling?

Zhao Hu is actually not very clear about it. He just vaguely heard it mentioned before, and said roughly: It seems to be a lottery leaflet or something. It seems to be a cover torn off at the story meeting. I heard people in the market say that the market There are people here who believe this and follow them around.

Looking at the Dynasty over and over again, I have seen people buy sports lottery tickets and welfare lottery tickets, but they are different from the coloring pages of this story.

There was no clue, and Wang Chao didn't care, just in time to see an acquaintance coming out of the market, and said, Lu Dong, Xiao Song, where are you going to buy vegetables?

Zhao Hu looked back, and saw Lu Dong carrying a big convenience bag, and Song Na wearing a sun hat walking over.

Song Na greeted with a smile: Brother Wang, Brother Zhao, you are busy.

Lu Dong also greeted each other, jokingly: You study the story club?

Wang Chao casually handed the coloring page to Lu Dong: There's no research on this, it's not like Zhao Hu picked up a coloring page and just read it blindly.

Lu Dong looked at the coloring page curiously.

Zhao Hu said: There are people in the market who study these.

Lu Dong saw the six words Special Code Express Caijing, and found that the coloring page was actually a torn-off cover, which belonged to inferior printed matter under the banner of Story Club, without even a publishing address or a publishing house's reputation.

After casually asking about the origin, Zhao Hu said that he just picked it up.

Having experienced the information age, Lu Dong saw some similar things on the Internet, and said, Brother Wang, Brother Zhao, this may be an underground lottery.

The cover looked familiar for some reason, but Lu Dong couldn't remember it for a while, so he simply threw it aside.

Dynasty nodded slightly.

Zhao Hu asked: Underground lottery? Can the lottery be played secretly?

Have you ever heard of the Mark Six Lottery in Hong Kong City? Lu Dong simply explained according to his own understanding: I have heard people say that some people in the south secretly engage in the Mark Six Lottery, which is actually a kind of gambling and is illegal in our country. ...well, there should be a crime involved.

Wang Chao said casually: There is no pie in the sky.

Zhao Hu pointed to the lower right corner of the cover of the coloring page and said, Lv Dong, take a look at this, the lottery analyzer.

Lu Dong glanced at it roughly, and it said Shencai No. 1 Lottery Analysis Machine, and there was a note: According to the history of more than 200 years of lottery records, it can accurately optimize various number combinations, color, special codes, etc., with an accuracy rate of up to More than ninety-eight percent.

This advertisement... Lu Dong shook his head: If there is such a machine, the person who invented and made it, why didn't he just use it to make a lot of money?

Zhao Hu and Wang Chao laughed.

Song Na poked Lu Dong quietly, and Lu Dong returned the cover of the coloring page to Zhao Hu: Brother Zhao, Brother Wang, we will leave without delaying your work.

Wang Chao said politely, Okay, let's get in touch again when we're free.

Lu Dong and Song Na walked south, and before leaving the market, Song Na saw a newsstand selling Story Club, which was similar to the one just now, and bought a copy for two yuan.

Back at Xuefu Wenyuan Community, it was still early, Song Na didn't go to pick vegetables, but picked up Story Club to read.

Lu Dong also leaned over to read these books titled Story Club, the stories in the catalog are quite eye-catching, such as The Beautiful Female Corpse at the Beach, Death of the Stepmother and so on.

In addition to these stories, there are all kinds of advertisements.

These books are to attract people with strange stories, and then sell advertisements. money and the like.

How should I put it, it is a bit like the so-called dark web of this era.

Song Na flipped through it back and forth, and said, It seems to be different from the cover that brother Zhao took, and there is no such special code or advertisement for the colorful scriptures.

Lu Dong said: The one Zhao Ge picked up may have been specially made and printed.

Thinking of the one that Zhao Hu picked up, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and I always felt that I had seen it somewhere before, and it would be nothing, so I just recalled it carefully.

Seeing that Lu Dong was thinking about something, Song Na tacitly kept silent, put down the poor-quality Story Club, and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

Lu Dong thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that the last time he encountered Fang Rong and Liu Yang quarreling in front of a warm store in the west, there was a corner of Liu Yang's handbag with colorful pages protruding from it, as if It is somewhat similar to the one Zhao Hu picked up.

I have a vague impression that there is a big word 经 on the exposed corner.

Could it be that Liu Yang is playing something like a special code alert? It seemed that I had heard Jiao Shougui say something similar before.

Lu Dong took a drink from the water glass on the coffee table, and Song Na just came out of the kitchen. Seeing Lu Dong recovering, she asked, What were you thinking just now? You were so preoccupied.

Thinking of something, old Liu and his son Liu Yang... Lu Dong roughly stated his guess.

Song Na came to sit down next to Lu Dong, and said, You have helped Lao Liu once or twice. What can we do when we meet such a son? We can't help them forever?

Lu Dong thought for a while and said, If you meet Lao Liu again, just remind me, we can't take care of anything else.