Chapter 1364

Lu Qingshou was about to go crazy, grabbing the window frame and cursing: "You old..."

"Bang!"

Old Liu didn't indulge him at all, slamming the window shut heavily.

With a miserable scream, Lu Qingshou jumped up and down on the spot like a monkey, shaking his hand constantly.

Four fingers on this guy's right hand were almost pinched off by the window, four purple pressure marks were seeping blood.

The fingers swelled up at a visible speed, and in just over ten seconds, they were as swollen as small radishes.

"You old immortal." Lu Qingshou roared: "I won't let you go, I definitely won't let you go, I'll make you lose your job as a gatekeeper, and make your whole family drink the northwest wind..."

"You little thief, what are you being arrogant about? I'd like to see how you make my whole family drink the northwest wind."

Old Liu snorted disdainfully, sat on the chair, and took out a pack of Hongmei to light one.

This was bought by his daughter-in-law, thinking about his son and daughter-in-law being filial, Old Liu took a beautiful puff.

Lu Qingshou cursed for a long time, seeing that Old Liu didn't pay any attention to him at all, and because it was too cold, he finally stopped cursing.

And the whole hand was swollen, that kind of swelling pain made his forehead full of cold sweat.

He just wanted to go to the hospital now, deal with the injury on his hand first, and most importantly, stop the pain first.

But this was a development zone, the supporting facilities were not perfect, where would there be a hospital.

If he wanted to go to the city, it was snowing now, and the weather was so cold, there wasn't even a shadow of a person on the street, let alone a taxi.

Just when he couldn't stand it anymore, a truck slowly drove over.

This guy ran to the middle of the road and waved his hands desperately.

"Stop, stop!"

The driver hurriedly stepped on the brake, although the speed wasn't fast, it was snowing, and the ground was very slippery.

He couldn't stop at all, the truck kept sliding forward, Lu Qingshou screamed, turned, and ran.

Then his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground, watching the wheels getting closer and closer to him.

He screamed in terror, he wanted to roll away, but his limbs wouldn't listen to him, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

The huge wheel had already touched his face, scaring him into another terrified scream, closing his eyes tightly.

Then, he shuddered, and a yellowish liquid that was still steaming flowed out of his crotch.

The driver on the car, his face pale, slowed down before jumping out of the car, his legs trembling as he came to the front to take a look.

His face turned from pale to livid instantly, and he kicked Lu Qingshou, roaring angrily.

"You damn want to die, go hang yourself, go jump in the river, go touch the electric gate, why are you blocking my car?"

The driver got angrier the more he said, and kicked Lu Qingshou again, not feeling relieved.

Lu Qingshou slowly opened his eyes, and a dark big brain was looking at him angrily.

This guy touched his face blankly, and hurriedly touched his body.

"I didn't die?"

"Why the hell didn't I crush you to death." The driver was really angry: "Get lost."

Lu Qingshou hurriedly climbed up, and at this time he felt that his crotch was cold.

Looking down, it was wet, and yellow soup was still dripping down.

The driver looked at Lu Qingshou with disdain, turned, and went back to the car.

"Brother!" Lu Qingshou hurriedly said: "My hand is injured, I can't get a taxi, can you give me a ride, just to the city."

"Get lost."

The driver stepped on the gas, and the truck slowly drove forward.

After walking for twenty or thirty meters, the driver looked at Lu Qingshou standing on the side of the road in the rearview mirror, and his heart softened.

He stopped the car and honked the horn a few times.

Lu Qingshou heard the horn, looked up, saw the truck stopped, immediately understood, and ran over.

In his urgency, he used his injured right hand to grab the handle, which made him shudder with pain.

The driver saw this situation, helplessly jumped out of the car, went around, opened the door, and helped Lu Qingshou into the car.

"Brother, thank you." Rarely, a thank you was heard from Lu Qingshou's mouth.

"Don't thank me, damn it."

The driver sniffed, looked at Lu Qingshou's crotch, his brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything.

"I don't know what kind of evil I did in my last life to run into you."

Lu Qingshou didn't speak anymore, just now he felt that his bird was almost frozen to death.

After getting in the car, he slowly recovered, but for such humiliation, he counted the account on Zhou Andong's head, and Old Liu was ranked second.

This guy's brain was spinning fast, thinking about how to give Zhou Andong a severe lesson, and let him know who the big boss was.

At this time in the distillery canteen, four people at a table, the inspection team sat at eight or nine tables, except for the two guys smoking, no one noticed that one person was missing.

Soon, four dishes and one soup were served, including braised pork, pork with wood ear, red chili fried potato slices, and vinegar-shredded cabbage.

In addition, there was egg drop soup, a small aluminum basin, except for the oil and green onions floating on top, there was nothing.

This is the hospitality meal? Everyone looked at each other, letting us freeze at the gate for more than half an hour, and then giving us this stuff to eat?

More importantly, you are a distillery, why not bring a few boxes of the special Yugong liquor with the seal?

Xiong Zhaoming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, sitting there motionless.

Jiao Meimei gritted her teeth and questioned: "Just give us this to eat?"

Tian Zhuang blinked: "This is the hospitality standard set by the group, when our Jiangzhou Municipal Party Secretary and Mayor come, they also eat these, can't you eat them?"

Jiao Meimei was stunned, looked at Tian Zhuang, then at the dishes on the table, and simply didn't believe it.

"Your Secretary and Mayor came, and just ate these?"

"Yes." Tian Zhuang's expression was very natural: "Whoever comes, it's four dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, none can exceed the standard."

Xiong Zhaoming took a deep breath, did he believe Tian Zhuang's words?

Of course not, but he couldn't run to Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli to ask, so he could only pinch his nose and endure it.

Even more so, he couldn't make any demands, what's wrong, the Secretary and Mayor can eat these, and you, the Deputy Director of the Industrial Department, can't eat them, do you have two heads?

"Eat!"

Xiong Zhaoming picked up a bowl of rice in front of him and ate, after tossing for so long, he was indeed hungry.

As for the liquor, as a leader, he naturally couldn't take the initiative to ask for it.

When the others saw that Xiong Zhaoming had no objections, they all picked up their rice bowls and started eating.

Tian Zhuang's mouth hooked a smile that was hard to detect: "Leaders, if you don't want to eat rice, we have steamed buns, enough to fill you up."

The two guys smoking, lowered their heads and shoveled rice into their mouths, then looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces became very strange.

"The dishes are fine, what's going on with this soup?"

Jiao Meimei went down a few times every year, which enterprise didn't treat them with respect, and entertain them with good wine and good dishes.

But when they arrived at the Jiangzhou Distillery, the painting style changed. Fine, you say this is the hospitality standard set by the group.

The Jiangzhou Municipal Party Secretary and Mayor came and ate these, we have nothing to say.

But what's going on with your soup, except for a little green onion floating, there isn't even a vegetable leaf, are you fooling a fool?