“Old mountaineer!“Please come in!”

...

When Yamamoto, who was reading the gossip magazine carefully on the sofa, was hearing someone call him, he couldn’t help but look up at each other.Then he nodded his head without expression.

I saw that Yamakun was first drinking the cup of hot tea that had been brewing in his hands with a tea bag, and then he put the magazine under his arm and then walked to the president's office.

“I’m sorry, old man!The magazine...”

“I haven’t read it yet, so...can you give me this magazine?”It’s hard to see a magazine full of gossip!”

"Since the predecessors like you, you can certainly take them away, but before you see the president, can I take care of your predecessors for a while?"

“Oh, sorry!You see... I haven’t been received for too long, and I’ve forgotten even something so important, so please don’t close the part I just saw, alas... it’s hard for a star now to find the prime minister to be your own witness!”

...

Hearing the unprovoked sentence of Yamagang Shengzheng, the resident Jihui cadre who was responsible for inviting the mountain post suddenly felt confused, but until he took Yamakun into the president's office, he opened the magazine in curiosity, only to see that the mountain had originally said that the mountain had been boiling a while ago.

When Yamagang Sheng walked into the president's office with a little restraint, he saw that the president Futian, who was sitting behind the office, was not in his heart.This guy in front of me was just a small role in Jihui, but who can think that after decades of imprisonment, the status of the other party is not what it used to be!

"Ah . . . Shangang Sang, it's so glad to see you, your look looks good!"

“For your blessing, all is well!”

“Oh, that’s fine!Sit down first!You see, knowing that you were out of prison early, President Xikou immediately asked me to arrange for your return.Rest assured, we will not forget your contribution to the Jiji Council over the years, let it be said... Do you have any business you want to handle now?Or... take a break and enjoy life.”

“I’m sorry, can I tell you what I think?”

Without waiting for President Fukuda to finish, Yamagong raised his hand somewhat, and then said to Fukuda with some hesitation:

“Actually, at my age, I can’t contribute anything to the Jiuji Council, so...can I ask you to approve my application for withdrawal?”

“The huh?Shangang Sang, you are old in the Jixi, how can you have this idea, is there... someone disrespectful to you?Rest assured, the community will never fail a cadre like you.”

“I’m sorry, but please forgive me for this unknowing act!”The reason I did this was just... to fulfill the wish of my dead wife!I hope you... for the sake of what I have done for the sake of living in Jiji over the years, let me enjoy the rest of my life as a normal person.”

“Shan Gangsan, you should know what you are pleading with me now!”It really makes me feel so bad to do this, and...even if I agree with your application, the president of West Mouth... I’m afraid it’s not so good to talk.”

After President Fukuda finished his words, he looked at Yamagang with some bad looks.And Yamakami is getting President Fukuda's reply, but also helpless to shake his head.Then he quietly put his hand into the pocket of his coat and fumbled.Soon, a willow blade knife used to make a stab was held by him.

“You... what are you doing?”

...

"I'm sorry, I may have to bother the outside people to sort it out, please rest assured, I will try to avoid dirty here!" 」

I saw that Yamak was calmly saying this sentence, and then took a french from his wrist and then wrapped it around his little finger, and when he had done all this, he waited a little, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and then carefully laid it on the coffee table in front of himself.

“Shan Gangsan!”

"Mr. Fukuda, I know the rules of withdrawal!"Thank you for taking care of me over the years!Now . . . let it all be cut off.”

When Yamagang had finished saying this, he raised his brute-eyed thumb, which he had already been strangled, and then played the finger with the other hand.

In the case of long-term blocking of blood, the small thumb seems to feel only the feeling of numbness at this time.After he was sure that his little thumb was unconscious, he picked up the willow-blade knife on the table and slowly pressed it to his little thumb.

“Cry!”

With a sharp pain coming, Fukuda unconsciously dodged!At this moment, a strand of red blood was constantly spraying out from the broken point of the mountain.At this time, his forehead was full of sweat.Even the muscles on his face were involuntarily twitching, and it was obvious that he was suffering a great deal of pain, but ... Yamakun was never screaming.

“Give this to Xikou...Mr. President, he... he’ll understand my heart!”

When Yamagang was doing all this, he slowly stood up with his weak body, and then solemnly saluted President Fukuda.Futian, on the other hand, wiped the blood stains that had been splashed on his shirt, and then nodded to the mountain.

...

When the mountain came out of the office, the little brothers who saw the blood of the mountain immediately rushed into the president's room, and then nervously checked the president's situation.At this time, President Fukuda gradually recovered from the changes just now.He looked at the broken finger on his favorite coffee table, and there was no reason in his heart to produce a hint of anger.

“Oh, what an unrecognizable guy!”

Fukuda muttered a complaint, even to his subordinates to say:

“You guys, clean up that thing on the table... clean it up!”Also, ask the furniture store people to see if you can make me a coffee table of the same kind."

“Hi there!”

After receiving Futian's command, a subordinate quickly took out a paper towel to take the step forward, and then put the cut-off finger into the trash can.