"Come in." I shouted towards the door.
I didn't expect the person to be Jin Biao.
He wore a brand new camouflage uniform and carried a red travel bag as he walked into the office with a smile.
"Brother Zhao."
Jin Biao nodded and greeted me with a smile. He handed me a Hongtashan, took out a lighter from his pocket and respectfully lit the cigarette for me.
"Why are you here?" I didn't decline, and put the cigarette in my mouth, and smacked it twice.
Jin Biao smiled and said: "Brother Zhao, I already quit my job as an internal security guard. I came to join you as a security guard!"
"Join me?
Our salary isn't as high as your internal security guard's and our living conditions aren't good. You don't have to suffer. "
Since Jin Biao's attitude towards me had changed, I didn't argue with him and patted his shoulder, indicating for him to sit down.
I sat back in the office chair and moved the ashtray in front of me.
Jin Biao saw that the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, so he came over with a smile and picked up the ashtray and poured it into the trash by the door.
He then put the ashtray in front of me and sat down. He used his pinky to pick his ear. He wanted to blow the wax out of his ear out of habit, but he felt that it wasn't appropriate and stopped.
He rubbed his hands on his body and smiled: "Brother Zhao, I don't need any position and I don't care about money. I just want to work under you. I'm even willing to be an ordinary security guard." Jin Biao stared at me with a pair of hopeful eyes, as if he wanted to get a definite answer.
How could I not know that he wanted to learn Kung Fu from me? For this, Jin Biao almost abandoned everything.
Why bother?
I sympathized with him. We were both martial arts fanatics. I remember when I first entered the army, I was also obsessed with China Kung Fu. I worked hard to reach a certain level and achieved certain results … At that time, wasn't I the same as Jin Biao?
It's just that Jin Biao was too domineering and liked to use his fists to prove his strength.
As for me, my original purpose of practicing Kung Fu was to train my security guard skills and promote China Kung Fu.
I looked at Jin Biao and said: "I think you should first understand our team members' living conditions and living conditions. It won't be too late to make a decision.
You might be disappointed! "
Jin Biao vigorously shook his head: "I won't.
I've already learned about it.
As long as I can work for Brother Zhao, I'm willing to live in a chicken coop, sleep in a horse shed, and eat sorghum biscuits!
His tone was firm.
I smiled, "I don't have such charisma!"
Jin Biao said, "Yes.
I've asked around about your team members, and they all respect you.
Also, your skills really shocked me … I can feel that even seven or eight Jin Biaos wouldn't be a match for Brother Zhao … "
"It's not that serious!"
"Brother Zhao, it's true. I respect you, so I want to follow you. I really want to be your disciple …" Jin Biao had wanted to say 'be your disciple', but he suddenly thought about it. The most important thing now was to fulfill the first step. As for being his disciple, he could think about it at length.
"Brother Zhao, please accept me. I'll definitely do my best!"
I stood up from the chair and stretched my waist. Jin Biao also stood up, staring at me with longing in his eyes.
At this moment, Jin Biao's gaze was the most sincere it had ever been.
"Okay, fill out this form first." I took out a security guard registration form from the pile of documents on the table and handed it to him.
Jin Biao was almost moved to tears. His hands were slightly trembling as he took the form and quickly put it on the table.
Seeing that my cigarette had already burned out, he took out another one and handed it over.
After respectfully lighting it, he sat down and filled in the form.
Then, I handed Jin Biao over to a squad leader and officially moved into the security dormitory.
Many of the core members and team members were puzzled by my actions. Everyone knew what kind of person Jin Biao was. When he was an internal security guard, he bullied the external security guards.
Regarding this, I had my own plans.
A person like Jin Biao, with a little training, was actually very suitable to be a security guard. Who knows, he might even be trained to be an excellent captain.
Now, in the security team, with me suppressing him, he wouldn't dare to stir up trouble. What's more, the reason why he bent his knees and became a security guard was because he wanted to be my disciple.
Therefore, I kept him, perhaps with the idea of 'treating a patient' …
At 5: 30 in the afternoon, Fu Shengyi called me and asked me to come over for dinner.
I didn't refuse. I really do miss Fu Shengyi's cooking.
That girl, don't look at her young age, the dishes she makes are delicious!
… …
Tianlong Building, Room 202.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the aroma of the dishes. On the tea table in the living room, there were three steaming dishes. On the white porcelain plates, there was a braised carp, a braised eggplant, and a celery stir-fried meat.
Fu Shengyi was still cooking in the kitchen. I could vaguely hear the sound of pots and pans and the sizzling sound of boiling oil.
Fu Shengbing was still wearing the white cashmere dress with black spots. She was sitting on the sofa with an old martial arts novel in her hands. The title was half covered by her small hands: "White Hero".
It should be "White Eyebrows Hero".
To be more precise, the way she read was charming and focused. The moment she blinked, there was a kind of breathtaking feeling.
Her posture wasn't particularly elegant. She was reclining on the sofa, took off her shoes, and closed her feet. In the white stockings, I could faintly see the shape of her small feet, as if she was teasing them.
However, she didn't seem to notice my arrival. She was only focused on flipping through the pages. Sometimes she would chuckle, sometimes she would frown, and her expression would change unpredictably.
I didn't want to disturb her mood, so I walked directly to the kitchen.
But just as I reached the door, I saw Fu Shengyi walking out with a plate of shredded potatoes with a smile on her face.
Seeing me, Fu Shengyi laughed heartily. She passed the shredded potatoes forward and said: "Brother Zhao, you're here … Help me bring the dish over. I'll see if the rice is cooked."
I smiled back and did as I was told. I brought the shredded potatoes to the coffee table.
"Hit him, Xu Liang, hit him …"
An extremely high pitched female voice startled me.
I put the dish on the coffee table and saw Fu Shengbing dancing with the book. She was clearly very excited.
It was obvious that she had already immersed herself in the novel and couldn't extricate herself. The voice just now was her cheering for the protagonist of the novel!
The sound of the plate falling on the table made Fu Shengbing notice my arrival. She stretched her waist on the sofa and changed to a side lying position. She glared at me and complained: "When did you come?
You're like a ghost! "
Then she continued to read.
I knew she was just casually asking to reward her mouth, she didn't want an answer.
Thus, I didn't reply and quietly sat on a small stool on the side.
As soon as I sat down, Fu Shengyi suddenly raised her head and asked me with a puzzled expression: "Hey, let me ask you, if White Eyebrows Hero and Southern Hero Zhan Zhao fought, who would beat who?"
Hearing this, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. White Eyebrows Hero and Zhan Zhao were both characters written by authors. Moreover, they weren't in the same book, so how could they be compared?
When did Fu Shengbing become so naive?
Could it be that her sister Fu Shengyi infected her?
To this, I only replied indifferently: "There's no comparison between them."
Fu Shengbing was obviously not satisfied with this answer. She closed the book and sat up slightly, but her legs were still hovering on the sofa.
"Then let me ask you, how many can you beat by yourself?"
I thought to myself, why does this chick always talk about fighting and killing … I said evasively, "I can't fight many, I only know a little bit!"
However, the sun had already risen from the west for Fu Shengbing to speak so gently to me.
Fu Shengbing frowned and muttered: "Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
You defeated Yang Ming … I estimate that you can beat at least six, seven, eight or nine! "
I smiled but didn't say anything.
Fu Shengbing frowned and looked at me as if she had something on her mind. However, she immediately relaxed and looked at the hot dishes on the table. She threw down the book and used her chopsticks to pick up an eggplant. She tasted two mouthfuls and muttered to herself: "Ah, Sheng Yi's cooking skills are quite good now, the taste is really good!
You've improved! "As she spoke, a drop of oil dripped from the corner of her mouth and landed on her white stockings.
Fu Shengbing frowned when she saw the drop of oil on her snow-white stockings. She unconsciously pinched her mouth and quickly took off her white stockings. She casually threw them away and cursed: "Damn, I have to wash my socks again!"
Her legs were completely exposed to the air. They were white and flawless, beautiful and slender, smooth and delicate.
Her small feet were painted with nail polish and had small flowers tattooed on them. They were very delicate.
She seemed to have deliberately left a small section of her toenails long, or perhaps it was because the small flowers embroidered on them were very delicate and she was unwilling to trim them for fear of destroying them.
At this moment, Fu Shengyi walked over with a white rice cooker. The cooker was a Samsung brand. The lid of the cooker was open, and steam was coming out of it. The aroma of rice instantly filled the entire room.
Fu Shengyi placed the pot of rice on one side of the coffee table. She took off her laced apron and folded it neatly under the coffee table. She smiled mysteriously at me: "Brother Zhao, do you want two cups?
I specially bought you a bottle of Lao Bai Gan today. I don't know if it's good or not … "
I waved my hand and said: "No, no, let's talk about it later."
Fu Shengbing stared at her sister and asked: "Sheng Yi, what did you call him just now?"
"Zhao … Brother Zhao!" Fu Shengyi gathered her courage and said.
Fu Shengbing picked up a pair of chopsticks and waved them in the air. She scolded, "What do you mean by older brother? Just hearing it gives me goosebumps!
From now on, I'll call him Lao Zhao! "After Fu Shengbing said that, she intentionally glanced at me.
Fu Shengyi pouted, feeling wronged, but she immediately raised her head and complained to her sister, "Sister, what are you doing?
Who would go barefoot when eating? How unsightly would that be … shameless!
Captain Zhao is still here! "
Listening to their conversation, I wanted to laugh. I wondered when Fu Shengyi had learned how to use roundabout tactics. When Fu Shengbing criticized her, she actually bit back.
Could it be that he had become tactful under the influence of Fu Shengbing?
There was no way to tell.