Qin Jieze really looked at the note that Kameharamurai placed on a long table.

Since they are all under your nose, just take a look.

I guess Kamehara opened this note from the province, not to mention how many people he had held and ran away, at least he would not spend less money.

Qin Zhize really looked at it, but he just drank the tofu brain in his mouth, tilted his head, and glanced at it very inappropriately.

With the slight sound of Qin Jieze drinking tofu, Guiyuan did not see the scene he wanted to see, and the light of great anticipation in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The Qin Gong in front of him seemed to not know the Chinese characters of the official Tiaozi. The Tiaozi did not play any role in him, which made Guiyuan suffer from embarrassing cancer. Guiyuan deliberately tilted his head and looked at the words on the tip, not because he had taken the wrong paper from his bag, right? But after reading it, it was right. The handwritten letter on the table was written by Secretary Li. It was elegant and elegant in one hand, and it was absolutely true.

In order to relieve yourself, Gui Yuan thought that Qin Jieze must be hungry. Although his eyes were facing the notes, he actually thought about the meal. Good, don’t worry. When you get full, you will focus on the letter from the leader.

Baji, Qin Jieze continued to eat, and made a sound, and it tasted so good. After eating two oil grates and a bowl of tofu brain, he straightened his waist and burped happily. He picked up the provincial note on the table, stretched his hands flat, and drooped his eyelids as if he was reading an imperial edict.

As soon as Qin Zhenze took the notes seriously, Gui Yuan raised the dried meat, touched his beard, and waited for Qin Zhenze to submit. Young man, read it carefully, and I don’t believe that you are not afraid of provincial officials. Your superior system in China determines that you are not afraid of you, but you have to be afraid.

After watching calmly for a few seconds, Qin Jieze began to touch his coat pocket.

He touched the right pocket of the coat, then touched the left pocket of the coat, reached into his hand, took out Greater China from his left pocket, "Old Zhang, are you making a fuss?" He threw a cigarette to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang hurriedly caught the cigarette, "Boss Qin, you're smoking your good cigarette, thank you." As he said that, he pulled out a firewood stick from the stove and lit it for himself.

"Old Zhang, I'm here." Qin Jieze smiled and compared the cigarette in his hand, "Transfer the fire to me."

Lao Zhang handed over the fried dough sticks with firewood and lit a cigarette for Qin Zhanze.

However, Qin Jieze did not take the cigarette roll and light the cigarette on the fire stick, so he picked up the provincial senior official's slip on the table and reached it on the firewood head.

Huh, the note is on.

Is the official notes used to light cigarettes?

Is this going to rebel?

Kamehara Murai was shocked. When he was stunned, Qin Jieze had already lit the cigarette and gently shook the official note in front of his mouth. With the wind he brought, the note burned faster.

Qin Jieze squinted his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, loosened his hands, and the note burned and swayed to the ground.

Wow.

Turtle was like a little bumbler who caught a grasshopper, crawling on the snow. Regardless of whether it was hot or not, he stretched out his palm to put out the residual fire on the strip, kneeled on the ground, and raised the strip of the master who was burning to the edge of the paper. His lips and hands were like in a game, and saw which part trembled more violently, "You, you, you."

When people are particularly anxious, the more they want to say something, the less they can’t say it.

Guiyuan was trembling and trembling.

The shutter in Wang Yurou's hand never stopped. She even took five shots of Qin Jieze using a senior official's note to light a cigarette. Of course, she would not miss the wonderful moment when Kamehara Murai knelt in front of Qin Jieze.

Baga.

Songqi roared, like a mad dog pounced on him. He wanted to tear Qin Jieze in half to relieve his long-standing anger.

call.

Through the long table, Songqi's fist was hanging with the sound of wind, hitting Qin Jieze's face.

However, Songqi thought that the fists that had broken the bridge of many people's noses were so fast that no one could dodge them. However, when he faced the target of the attack, Qin Zhenze, he was too slow.

When Songqi rushed towards him, Qin Jieze started it calmly, and raised his foot to kick out the long stool placed on the other side of the table.

People who practice Tai Chi pay attention to accumulating strength like Zhang Gong and firing strength like shooting arrows. The martial arts of the world are only fast and not broken.

Puncture edge.

A long stool made of elm slid out along the solid snow. If you hit it, Songqi will have to replace the two ridges in the second half of his life.

Oh, ah.

After a loud scream, Songqi raised his foot and kicked the long bench away. His feet were strong enough and punched Qin Jieze again.

Qin Zhanze was still motionless, waiting for Songqi's fist to come, holding the sheep with one hand, and using Songqi's practice to test the practical effect of the national martial arts.

However, Matsuki's fist didn't have a chance to arrive.

A mountain emerged from the sky and hit the side of Songqi, and Songqi flew away directly.

It was so dangerous. Almost, Songqi fell into Lao Zhang's oil pan.

Baga.

Songqi got up, and his eyes turned red because of the sudden attack.

However, he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, and the evil star made him extremely unlucky.

When Songqi got up, he didn't pay attention to the stove fire and touched the firewood inside. When Qiumei saw the high-end woolen clothes, Qiumei was as happy as the New Year. He shouted, Songqi's pants were slid.

But Song Qi, who had red eyes, had no idea. Seeing that it was a fat man who destroyed his sharp attack on Qin Jieze, he shouted at Ye Xiu, but the target was still aimed at Qin Jieze.

The one he hated the most was Qin Zhenze, and the one he wanted to compete and teach a hard lesson was Qin Zhenze the one he wanted to do the most.

Kameharamurai, who had just changed from kneeling to standing style, called Matsuki Jun on fire and pushed Matsuki into the snow pile next to him.

Too miserable.

Half of the trouser legs were burnt out, revealing the burnt cotton inside, the melted snow water made the top wet, the feet were damaged by the hard elm stool, and limped when walking. Where is the noble warrior temperament? What was the arrogance of the past? What about the violence?

After a great humiliation, Matsuki Matsuki family, who represented him, signed for another sign on the territory of China forty-three years.

"Translator Wang, come and help." Song Qi was already at the end of his strength. For the sake of dignity of the big rb, he still struggled to find Qin Zhenze to fight for his life, but his confidence was really insufficient and it was already in vain. Song Qi was still a little confused. However, Kamehara was worried that Song Qi would show off again, and was afraid that Song Qi would not be able to hold on to Song Qi who advocated the spirit of warriors, so he stretched his neck and called Wang to help him get Song Qi into the car and run away quickly.

Translator Wang was always like a little turtle, hiding behind the car and peeping at the situation. When he saw Guiyuan pulling Songqi towards the car, he heard Guiyuan call him, and he gently pulled the door, slipped into the car and urged the driver, "San'er, drive quickly."

The driver Saner asked in confusion, "Aren't you waiting for them?"

Slap, Translator Wang slapped the driver, "You are a slut, the people here are so handsome. If you don't leave, our car will be overturned by them. Go and wait outside the city."

San'er quickly threw the cigarette that had just been lit out of the window, stepped on the accelerator, and the car wheel made a continuous curve on the snow.

Baga, so angry that Guiyuan started to tremble again. He was not sure if he could walk out of this small county alive because his heart attack was about to occur.

I quickly took out a small medicine bottle and poured out a few quick-acting heart-saving pills and put them in my mouth. Only then did the angina pectoris be relieved.

Two wealthy businessmen were walking with each other on the white avenue. At this moment, they only had a long samurai sword and a white cloth rubbing their swords. Only by apologizing, they could end all.

"Stop." Guiyuan's angina pectoris was just a little better, and a loud shout came.

Kamehara and Matsuki looked back slowly, "Oh my god, I'm really reluctant to punish you."

However, I didn't see the big-footed movies, only the fried dough stick Lao Zhang's wife held ten dollars in her hand and sneered at them.

Kamehara and Matsuki didn't understand what they mean.

"Little RB, don't think there are a few bad money, just being domineering in China. Have you done few bad things in China? Get out of here."

Lao Zhang's wife rubbed the baba for ten yuan and hit Kamehara's face. Bah, bah, and admired Kamehara and Songqi, each with sporadic rain on their faces, and turned back.

Songqi was so angry that he wanted to see the iron wall and hit it.
Chapter completed!