"Why did you hit me?!"

The female conductor got up and yelled relentlessly: "You are a foreigner, but you are bullying us? Comrades on the bus, please come down and help. This foreigner is beating people up!"

Here, everyone has a strong sense of place.

Especially under Tuocheng, there is a people named Zhouzi County. They like to help relatives but not care about others, and they are very united.

Even on the bus.

If a passenger steps on another passenger's foot, the person being stepped on will not get angry first.

Instead, he would carefully ask the other party: "Brother, are you from Zhouzi?"

"no."

The person who is stepped on will definitely ask again: "Excuse me, do you have any relatives in Zhouzi County?"

Wait until the other party replies: "No."

The person who was stepped on now dared to get angry, "Since you are not from Zhouzi and have no relatives in Zhouzi County, why don't you quickly move your foot away?! You are stepping on my foot!!

"

This is a joke though.

But it is enough to prove: How awesome are the people in Zhouzi County?

As the female conductor roared, some passengers in the car suddenly became agitated, pointing at Luo Xuan and yelling!

Because the commotion was so loud, the drivers of the coal truck who were eating in the restaurant also ran out to watch the fun.

No matter how cold the weather is, it can't stop the people's eagerness to eat melons.

The drivers in the hotel ran out.

Then one after another, the waiters in the hotel, the militiamen responsible for the security of the parking lot, and finally even the production captain Dou Jiande and the women's captain Wang Chunhua came over.

Luo Xuan ignored the cries of the idiot passengers on the bus and just held a small oil drum containing 50 kilograms of snake oil in one hand.

The two iron oil drums were unloaded from the car very easily.

"Comrade Wang Chunhua, please take Miss Miao Meisha back to the house first. It's too cold outside."

Unloading the oil drum, Luo Xuan clapped his hands.

Then he shouted angrily at the bus: "Stop beeping there. Come down and fight alone or in a group? Whatever."

"Crash-"

Three militia members from the Shilipu Production Team who were responsible for patrolling and protecting the parking lot fired their guns in unison, "Comrade Luo Xuan, just tell me, who to hit?"

The people in the car saw that the situation was not good and immediately shut up.

——The young man in front of me can easily lift an oil can that looks heavy with one hand.

Based on his arm strength, it seems that I can't even defeat him.

What's more, behind this young offspring, there are still so many rich and humble coal truck drivers standing in the dark?

Although the passengers in the car were not sure whether the drivers were in the same group as this young man named Luo Xuan.

But in the end,

They would not belong to the camp on this side of the car, and the passengers on the car were quite sure of this.

The female conductor has been running this line for many years, and she usually only scolds and beats others.

Now she thought that she had not offended anyone, so she got a kick in the leg for no apparent reason.

The angry female conductor held down the bag where she collected the money with one hand, pointed at Luo Xuan with the other and angrily shouted: "I'm not done with you about this! I'm going to sue you." ...

"Please."

Luo Xuan picked up the heavy oil drum, turned and walked into the hotel, "Our superior unit is the Shilipu Commune. You drive the car forward two miles, and on the right hand side of the hill, you will reach the commune compound.

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The female conductor was also used to being aggressive. She saw three militiamen with guns behind Luo Xuan.

I couldn't help but bend down and grab some dry grass and pebbles from the ground.

With a bang on his head, he hit the militiamen: "Take your old fire stick and kill me? Just wait for me, I will ask the people from the convoy security department to deal with you!"

There are militiamen in the production team.

As a "key protection unit against fire and theft", the regional transportation service agency.

Naturally, they also have a security department.

And as a regional transportation service company with nearly 100 trucks and buses.

The security department level of this unit is not low, and the weapons issued are also more advanced.

This is where the female conductor's confidence lies: you are just a militia member of a production team.

Who are you trying to scare with a broken gun covered in starch?

That's why the female conductor dared to clamor to return to her workplace and ask colleagues from the security department to come and seek justice for her.

Don't think that during this period, everyone is acting honestly and according to the rules.

You should know: communes, brigades, production teams, including most enterprises and institutions.

Most of the cadres at the lowest level are retired grassroots commanders and fighters, so don't expect them to have very good tempers.

Acting simply and crudely is the mainstream.

In "Bright Sword", there is only one Zhao Gang who pays attention to rules in doing things and speaks in a gentle and elegant manner.

And among those other people, which one is not a mother-in-law and a brother-in-law?

People like these squads, companies, and levels.

When they are in the team, which direction should they rush in, when should they attack, whether they should attack frontally or outflank them in a roundabout way.

It's not their turn to decide on these matters yet.

Therefore, on the battlefield, there is probably little opportunity for them to give full play to their commanding abilities.

Since it is not their turn to direct the overall situation, they can only work hard on combat skills: highlighting personal combat bravery, sharing joys and sorrows, and advancing and retreating together with the soldiers.

What should these grassroots commanders and fighters do if they want to mingle with the soldiers?

It is nothing more than charging forward, leaving the danger to yourself, and trying to leave safety to your comrades.

In addition, they must do one more thing: protect the calf.

Only in this way will the soldiers be convinced by them.

Over time, the style and habits they have developed in the team will inevitably carry over into their work.

If it weren't for these grassroots cadres who protect the calf, the salespersons in the supply and marketing cooperative, the cooks in the catering service agency, including the female conductor in front of me.

How dare they be so arrogant?

Do they dare to beat and scold customers at every turn?

These grassroots cadres have nothing to lose and live in poverty.

But they still have to be honest and self-disciplined, and should protect their children. …

Otherwise, people will be scattered and the team will be difficult to lead.

The female conductor had someone on top of her, so Luo Xuan naturally needed someone to protect her!

Luo Xuan waved his arm: "Catch this saboteur who destroys unity and bullies the masses wantonly!"

Luo Xuan ordered the militiamen: "Lock her to a room where coal is stored first. Wait until dawn tomorrow and I will go to the commune to ask my superiors for instructions on how to deal with her."

"Crash-"

this time,

One of the three militiamen actually loaded the bullet!

I saw him pointing his gun at the female conductor as a warning.

The other two militiamen put their spears on their backs, and then surrounded the female conductor from the left and the right.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

The conductor was shocked: "I tell you, don't mess around!"

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, the female conductor was not sure whether the gun in the hands of the militia boy was still functional.

It is precisely because of this that the female conductor was even more frightened: "It's crazy!"

That old gun that is older than me, who knows when it will get mad, and when it is time to fire, it will encounter a dud.

It suddenly went off when it shouldn't have been fired?

Although the other party will definitely be severely punished afterwards, by then he will have already burped, so who will he complain to?

"What?"
To be continued...