Chapter 72 This is the rule
It is a troublesome thing to settle in a black household, but there are many troubles in this world that can be solved with red tickets.
It's okay to have a woman by your side when dealing with this kind of thing, but not with a beautiful woman.
Zhou Ji has been in the rivers and lakes for many years. Although the modern and ancient rules are different, the word beauty is an eternal truth.
He casually took out two stacks of red bills from his bag and handed them to Si Teng, telling her the approximate purchasing power by the way.
It was late in the afternoon when he got all kinds of certificates and letters of guarantee. By the time he found Si Teng through the feedback from the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead, she had already returned to the drink shop that she had made an appointment with beforehand, and she was touching up her makeup in the mirror of the sink.
Zhou Ji blinked, watching Si Teng put on a small black velvet shawl and wide-leg trousers with ethnic patterns, he was a little amazed for a while, and then looked at the bottles and cans on the sink, the corners of his mouth couldn't help With a smirk, he didn't say anything, just watched her slowly touch up her makeup.
"What are you laughing at?" Si Teng glanced at his eyebrows and feet indifferently, picked out a silver earring and put it on carefully, then he put all kinds of cosmetics back into his bag in an orderly manner, turned around and said, "Is it done? "
Zhou Ji shook his head, raised his index finger and said: "The preliminary preparations have been completed, and the last step is short."
Si Teng didn't talk according to the routine, and just let Zhou Ji play tricks with his cold eyes.
She knew that even if she didn't ask, the other party couldn't help but tell her.
The drink shop is not too far from the police station, but the time spent on the road far exceeds Si Teng's expectation.
"You have to remember that when you arrive at the police station, you will do whatever they ask you to do. You must not play petty temper, let alone hurt others. Now we are all super-born households in the mountains. Our parents are away and we have no relatives. I have already found the owner of the ranch. Old Bo opened the certificate, and after taking the ID photos later, just fill in the form." Zhou Ji stepped back while talking, leaning on the fence by the roadside, sweating continuously from his forehead.
"Shut up!" Si Teng hugged his shoulders impatiently and glanced at Zhou Ji, tapped his arm with his fingers outside, and said impatiently: "You've said it ten times, why don't you go in? The farther you go, the farther you go." What?"
What the **** is I? The sequelae of the soul wearing Bai Zhantang!
Zhou Ji stood up straight in embarrassment, with a stiff smile on the corner of his mouth, then collapsed, and said in a low voice: "I have a gold medal for immunity, what am I afraid of? I'm not Bai Zhantang, so there's no need to be afraid."
As he spoke, he glanced left and right, saw a souvenir shop in the distance, couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and said: "Wait for me here."
Then he trotted all the way and disappeared.
Si Teng was amused, and looked at the buildings in front of her with great interest. Since she came to the town this morning, she found that the Chinese characters of this era are slightly different from those of the Republic of China. It expresses meaning, but it is also convenient for writing and getting started.
After a while, Zhou Ji ran back from the gift shop, holding two exquisite wooden plaques in his hands. Si Teng casually glanced at one of the 'Gold Exemption Medals', and couldn't help laughing out loud. But I saw another one handed over by Zhou Ji. The huge word "forbearance" on it seemed to be a mockery, more like a provocation.
"You're welcome, take it." Zhou Ji clutched the exempt gold medal in his hand, heaved a long sigh of relief, relaxed his emotions, and said with a smile, "You must listen to Uncle Police Sassafras when you go in later. How to do it, don't have a rebellious mentality, let alone hurt people."
Before he finished speaking, Si Teng turned away and walked into the gate of the police station first.
Zhou Jiyi gritted his teeth and buried his head to keep up, and finally stuffed the ninja card into Si Teng's hand, and the two waited in the lobby together.
Confident and generous beauties will have invisible preferential treatment wherever they go. This is very realistic and common. The previous forms and inquiries went smoothly. It was only when taking ID photos that Si Teng understood the dangers of the world, and The reason why Zhou Jiqiang gave her the wooden sign.
Si Teng had seen a camera eighty years ago, and had also taken photos. He sat down in front of the camera in a graceful manner, with his body slightly sideways, his long hair hanging down from the side of his face like a waterfall, his expression cold, as proud as his character, as a celebrity grace.
"Hey, you took off that earring." The policeman didn't care about this, after looking at the screen, he reminded.
Siteng turned his head to look at the policeman in disbelief. The questioning and coldness in his eyes did not impress the stern and selfless policeman at all. The policeman poked his head out from behind the screen and said, "This is a rule. You are not allowed to wear jewelry when taking ID photos."
Looking down at the wooden sign in the palm of his hand, the gigantic character of "Forbearance" resembled Zhou Ji's flat face. Si Teng took a deep breath and took off the carefully selected earrings.
"There is still a card issuer, and the card issuer has also been removed."
Before she finished picking it, the devil-like voice sounded again, and Si Teng held the wooden sign in his palm fiercely, cursing Zhou Ji countless times in his heart.
"Put your ears out."
咚~ There was a subtle sound coming from the middle of the word 'forbearance', and a fine line cracked. Si Teng turned his head very slowly to look at the policeman, his eyes were cold, showing a faint killing intent.
The grassroots police are actually very dedicated and kind. They have to deal with all kinds of difficulties and accusations every day. Facing Si Teng's eyes that seem to kill people, they are not angry at all. Take a photo, take a full face."
When you are angry, you need to vent your fists to the flesh, instead of punching into the sponge. This will not only fail to relieve your anger, but will make you more angry.
Si Teng pursed his lips, took a deep breath, brushed his long hair behind his ears, and looked up at the camera.
This is always okay!
‘Alas~’
"Oh~"
Two sighs sounded at the same time, one from the bottom of Si Teng's heart, and the other from the mouth of the policeman.
Seeing the policeman standing up suddenly, Si Teng didn't know why for a while, but saw the other party handing over a box of wet wipes from the table, and said to her helplessly, "Take off the makeup."
What the fuck!
On the other side, Zhou Ji also seemed to be experiencing difficulties.
The 'Golden Medal of Exemption' in his hand is almost out of water.
He didn't expect that such a problem as a guilty conscience would also have PTSD. The sequelae caused by the eight years of soul wearing Bai Zhantang made him a little dumbfounded.
But in the world of celebrating more than one year, I have also been to the Kyoto government office?
Why was it normal that time, but this time there was a stress reaction?
"Control your expression and smile more naturally." The policeman on the other side was also very distressed. He had never seen such a nervous person before, and he simply comforted him. With a smile and a natural demeanor, he clicked to fix the photo with a quick eye, and said with a sigh of relief, "It's ready."
The figure in his mind gradually faded away, Zhou Ji sighed quietly, with a little regret mixed in the sigh.
(end of this chapter)