Movie Variety Show: Extraordinary Witch Pendant

Chapter 409 Golden Finger

Qiqi begged anxiously, "Superintendent Zhang, please don't do this."

"Hmm?" Zhang Lang squinted his eyes and smiled crookedly, "Just now when there were many people around, you called me Inspector Zhang and I ignored you. Now it's just the two of us, think carefully about what to call me."

Qiqi knew what to yell when they were alone, but this place was not at home, so she found it difficult to say: "What do you mean?"

"Literally, what do you mean by that?"

"Hey, huh? I...you, there's something wrong with you."

Zhang Lang lowered his head and looked: "What's wrong? This is so right."

Teacher He: Why do I feel like someone is trying to steal the track from me?

Qiqi really has no idea what to do with Zhang Lang. He himself said that the laws of Hong Kong Island are of no use to him. On the contrary, he can pick up weapons and put aside the laws at any time.

How is this still playing?

If you try to reason with him, he will just flip the table.

You flip the table with him.

Uh, it seems like he is the one who always turns the table over.

Forget it, I'm used to it anyway.

It will pass if you just bear with it, right? Anyway, it's not too bad, at least you can make a hundred million.

After a battle.

Qiqi's legs were trembling.

Zhang Lang, however, was in high spirits and seemed to want a second fight.

As we all know, World War II lasted longer than World War I.

Qiqi was so scared that she waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, if this continues, I'll have to take drugs."

Zhang Lang didn't understand what Qiqi meant: "What medicine are you taking?"

"I'm under too much pressure. I can't bear it. I'm almost depressed." Seeing Qiqi shivering, Zhang Lang almost couldn't help but want to pity her. Fortunately, he held back.

Zhang Lang pondered for a moment and said, "Depression?"

Qiqi quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, it's depression."

"This is a mental illness!" Zhang Lang scratched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "Don't be ashamed or die, get rid of all mental illnesses, refuse to waste your energy, and just go crazy if something happens."

Qiqi laughed dryly: "Can you also say that I refuse to waste my energy? I deserve to be enshrined in the imperial temple."

"Who said you were depressed? You're so strong and scary."

"I don't want to bother with you. Is Wei Jixiang's matter completely over?"

Zhang Lang rolled his eyes at Qiqi and said, "You made the money, and you just came here for a trip. You just paid with your body and you think you can let it go? There's no way it can be that easy."

Qiqi wanted to cry but had no tears. She said with a gloomy face: "Who is at a disadvantage and who is at an advantage between us?"

"If you say that, I'm going to have a good argument with you."

"Come on, let me hear what you can say." Qiqi also became excited. Her head was not made of dough, and it was not her character to be held tightly by Zhang Lang without resisting.

"I asked you, if you pick your nose with your finger, is it your finger that suffers or your nose that suffers?"

"you……"

Zhang Lang: "If it feels good, it's my nose that feels good, and if it's dirty, it's my fingers that are dirty. Why are you the one who suffers the loss?"

Qiqi's brain froze. The CPU was screwed up by Zhang Lang's crooked logic.

"Wait, wait, you're smuggling something in again, how come your fingers are dirty?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Then let me ask you, did you collect Wei Jixiang's lawyer fees?"

"Yes, but..."

"But what? You took the money, didn't you?"

"I can't argue with you. My mind is stuck." Qiqi felt itchy on her head, as if something was about to grow out.

"That's the truth. That's enough for today. You can go back now."

When Qiqi heard that she was allowed to leave, she stood up and tried to slip away.

Zhang Lang suddenly stopped Qiqi who was about to run away and said, "Wai, remember, you should use your index finger to pick your nose, because it is the golden finger."

Qiqi stamped her feet and shouted angrily, "Go away! Our little fairies don't pick their noses."

Whether you want to dig or not is none of my business.

Zhang Lang cleaned up, patted his butt and left the interrogation room.

Sure enough, the degree of happiness in a certain place is different.

Stimulate~

come back to the office.

Miao Zhishun has already taken his people away. His execution ability is really strong.

New people, new atmosphere.

Otherwise, why would the company that came after be recruiting people all year round? They are willing to work hard for little pay and find a group of slaves who are on call 24 hours a day for two or three thousand yuan?

Who came up with this thing?

When Zhang Zhiheng saw Zhang Lang coming back, he trotted over to his side.

Zhang Lang could tell at a glance that this boy wanted to ask him for something.

"Boss, I feel embarrassed because there were so many people here just now. Let me kowtow to you first." Zhang Zhiheng was not good at speaking and was about to kneel down to show his loyalty.

"Mani Mani? I don't accept an adopted son." Zhang Lang quickly reached out to stop Zhang Zhiheng who wanted to kneel down. Because of this incident, people thought that he, Zhang Lang, liked to play office bullying against his male subordinates.

Zhang Zhiheng, who was held back by Zhang Lang and unable to kneel down, laughed dryly and said, "Boss, I want to ask you for some privileges, just like the privileges you had when you were in that group before."

"What privileges? Do they have privileges?" Zhang Lang was confused. When did Ma Jun and others have privileges?

"When someone complains during a case..."

Zhang Lang understood immediately and interrupted Zhang Zhiheng in a serious tone, saying, "Hey, young comrade, why do you like to study these unhealthy trends? I have to criticize you for this."

"Boss, I just want to make progress so much. You don't know, I'm still a trainee inspector. If I can't get rid of the word "trainee" after a period of time, I will be demoted back to my original state." Zhang Zhiheng had a sad face, his eyes full of pleading.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Zhang Lang touched his chin.

This kid is not as stupid as he seems.

To put it bluntly, as long as you stand on the right side and make more choices than work hard, privileges will come to you easily.

Zhang Lang glanced at the number above Zhang Zhiheng's head, and it was actually eighty-eight. This kid is quite good at self-strategy, and he is probably a qualified bootlicker.

Zhang Lang thought about the loyalty expressed by Zhang Zhiheng, whom he had rarely met, and said, "Why should I give you special privileges?"

The fact that Zhang Zhiheng could stay here alone waiting for Zhang Lang shows that this guy is a rough but delicate person. As soon as he heard Zhang Lang's words, he knew that he wanted to express his position.

"Boss, believe me, no matter where I go, I will always be your soldier." As he said this, his eyes were slightly moist, and his self-strategy directly increased his loyalty to ninety.

This is outrageous.

"As long as you follow me, you can call me directly if you have any problems." After saying this, Zhang Lang turned around and left in a cool manner.

Zhang Zhiheng excitedly put his feet together and saluted Zhang Lang's back with a snap.

"Thank you, sir."

If you are a person at the bottom of society and have no one to back you up, then you can find the right path by following the right master. Then you will be able to rise to the top in the future. If one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit.

Remember, power is the best medical beauty for men, and it comes with a built-in filter.

At this moment, the office suddenly remembered the familiar BGM.

Mandarin Duck Opera (exclusively for Shengtianbanzi Qi Zuo), a little tune.