He told all the origin and preferences of the old man Qianbing. Wang Baiwan was a little reluctant to give up a jar of good wine in his hand, but he still gave it to Wang Jiao: "Let's go, I'm free, I'm free, so I'll help you, it should be fine. The school staff are eager to make progress, and they are young children again. There is no reason not to give this face."

"Uncle, next time, this wine is for you, just for you. Principal Money is for you, so prepare it."

"Hey, Jiaozi, I'll teach you a reason. If someone asks for help, it's best to just say it at that time, otherwise you will have nothing to do if others say they have forgotten it in the future, right?"

"Uncle is his own."

"Call..."

Wang Baiwan shook his hand and said, "I really don't want to go there now?"

"No, no, don't worry, uncle, I will definitely not be polite to you by then."

"Okay."

Wang Baiwan smiled and looked around, "Help me watch the door, my son, uncle, I'm going to find someone to have a drink!"

“…”

"Let's go!"

Holding a wine jar, stepping on a pair of wooden clogs, and taking "da da da da da da" steps, Wang Baiwan shook his head and hummed a little song, and he really left.

After Wang Baiwan left, Wang Jiao then held a short stick to serve, then touched his head and said, "It's not bad."

He knew that Wang Baiwan was a little scheming, but this was wrong, but he could tell the difference very clearly.

As Wang Jiao said, his nature is not bad.

It was time for the delivery of "The Concert Qin Dalang" in the evening. Wang Jiao took the manuscript to the Shaxian Hotel. He changed a young lady at the front desk, but he didn't look like a local.

Especially when I opened my mouth, it turned out to be Hebei dialect, which was more like the "Mandarin" in Wang Jiao's memory.

"Who are you looking for?"

The young lady is not tall and has a relatively round appearance. At first glance, she feels a little fat. Only after careful clues can she realize that she is not fat.

The opening was soft and glutinous, but Wang Jiao was stunned: "Uh... I'm sending Xiao Huang to Secretary Lan... No, I'm sending documents, documents!"

As he said that, Wang Jiao handed over Lan Caishi's business card again, and the young lady smiled slightly: "So you are Wang Dalang. Secretary Lan has greeted me. You can sign here, and Secretary Lan is in the room."

"Oh, OK."

Wang Jiao picked up the pen on the front desk and wrote down his name in a few swishes.

His original name was just ordinary, but after all, he was a senior security guard who had been involved in multiple schools. He temporarily posted notices for school activities, which also required security guards to exert subjective initiative.

Therefore, if you have to write, Wang Jiao can write well.

The iron painting and silver hook are almost the same as the dragon flying and phoenix dancing, but it is still more than enough to fool people who are unsightly.

Sure enough, when the young lady saw Wang Jiao's words, her eyes lit up: "The word Wang Dalang is written so well."

"Overall, average, you can only write names."

While smiling, he scratched his head, as if he was a shy stupid man. He made the front desk lady cover her mouth and laugh, and then said, "Wang Dalang, Secretary Lan is upstairs."

"Oh, thank you...Miss Xiao reminded me."

“Huh?”

The young lady was stunned. When she came to kill Longgang, the most common names she saw were either "beautiful girl" or "maid", or "girl", or "small girl", or "small girl", "weaver girl" and "a girl".

There are more names for "sister" in the administrative office, but only more, and the people below don't say that.

As for the people who call "girls", most of them are from Jiangnan. Most of them live in Xifuzhou and Xiquanzhou, so there are not many here in Killing Longgang.

After Wang Jiao went upstairs, another woman came in outside. She was shaking the water droplets on her hands and wiping her hands with a towel on the wall. The woman smiled: "Xiao Xiao, count the time. Wang Jiao should be here. I tell you, this kid is very interesting."

"Sister Du, he just went up."

"How about it?"

"Well..." the young lady nodded slightly, "It's quite interesting."

"Right, I'll tell you..."

In just a while, the front desk became lively, sweeping away the tranquility and serenity just now.

When he got upstairs, Wang Jiao looked at himself and said that he was well tidy today, without any wealth and glory, but clean.

Twist.

After knocking on the door, he heard a "come in" from inside. Wang Jiao then pushed open the door and smiled: "Secretary Lan..."

"Um."

Lan Caishi is working in the living room, with a pile of manuscripts, looking extremely tired.

Some notices fell to the ground and were not picked up. One of them was taken. Wang Jiao glanced at them and saw that they had nothing to do with the voluntary academic affairs, and he suddenly lost interest.

That was a notice on the appointment of the new chief sheriff of Longgang. There was a guy named Liu Yi who came to kill Longgang as the chief sheriff of Longgang.

However, although he is the chief sergeant, according to the notice, he is also given a position as the Beicang Provincial Police Department. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be to facilitate the chief sergeant to handle the case.

"Secretary Lan, Xinwen, I'll put it on the coffee table?"

"Um."

Lan Caishi responded, then looked up at Wang Jiao tiredly, "You are in Yigong School, have you done nothing?"

"No, Secretary Lan, you know me. Apart from saving money to marry a few wives, you don't cause trouble or make trouble. Secretary Lan, can't someone say bad things behind my back? "

"You know money by money? How many times have you told you, you have no future if you only recognize money!"

Lan Caishi glared at him, then reluctantly opened the drawer and took out a purse, "Hey, this is this time."

"Thank you Secretary Lan, thank you Secretary Lan..."

With a smile, Wang Jiao immediately stepped forward to take the purse, took it seriously, counted it one by one, and blew it.

Seeing his dog-like appearance, Lan Cai was angry and said: "You are frustrated and you have no future!"

"Hehe, it's great to have Secretary Lan take care of him and take money."

"Call..."

He shook his head helplessly, Lan Caishi leaned back and reached out and found that there was no water in the teacup. He was about to get up, but he saw that Wang Jiao had already picked up the kettle and poured him half a cup of tea.

"Secretary Lan, please."

"Um."

He nodded slightly, held the teacup and continued to lean back. Lan Caishi's eyelids drooped and looked at Wang Jiao: "The new chief of the Sheriff of the Dragon Port recently is the robes of the commissioner. His ancestors were Khitans who had received drum flags. This time, he came here to help the commissioner. You are a key rectification unit, so don't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, Secretary Lan, I just want to make more money. I don't know how happy I am with Secretary Lan and eat meat and drink soup."

“…”

It was obvious that he had flattered him, but for some reason, Lan Caishi just felt very unhappy.

"I tell you that the new chief sergeant always works hard when handling cases in the custody area. The scumbags in Yigong Academy, although they are only fifteen or sixteen years old, as long as they are vicious cases, they will only end up with two consequences!"

Lan Caishi raised two fingers to remind Wang Jiao, "One, exile; two, die!"

"I'm sir..." Wang Jiao was shocked. Who is the chief sergeant? Is he so domineering?

"I know you're scared?" Secretary Lan was surprised when he saw Wang Jiao, but smiled. "The Chief Sergeant Liu Yi, nicknamed 'Abaoji', and his ancestors were from the Yelu division of the Zuo Xiaowei Servant Army. In terms of roots, he was from Duke Zou, and the emperor's hawk and dog, and he was loyal. Remember, never commit any crime!"

"Yes, yes, thank you Secretary Lan for your reminder, thank you Secretary Lan for your reminder..."

As he said this, his heart felt extremely annoying: Yelu...A Baoji?
Chapter completed!