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Two people who had study abroad discussed Chinese studies for a while and sighed at the philosophy left by their ancestors. Then they asked the adjutant to copy an application for joining the party (of course it was impossible that Jin Batian's article was also the Peking Party Department, and the application for joining the party was a bit rampant). Then Sun Liren and Song Ziwen jointly wrote the application for Jin Batian's recommendation.

Speaking of which, after Jin Batian handed over the notice of joining the party, he rolled on the kang with a quilt and pillow in his arms: "I'm going to work tomorrow. It's so annoying, so annoying, quilt, let me go, I'm the one who wants to go to work. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After a few days of life like the Eight Banners, I hate it from nine to five.

Although Mingxi didn't know why, he knew that the master was unhappy and asked, "Master, should you ask Xiaozhu to serve you? Let's go and get out of luck when you see Hong."

Jin Batian remembered Xiaozhu's undeveloped body. If he was in the back, he could tell the difference between men and women. He felt chills and trembled, "Forget it, I have no breasts or butts. Let's talk about it after two years of care."

"The master will still spoil Xiaoju a little more."

"Well, let Xiaoju come." Thinking of Xiaoju, I really did everything I should have done except for one kick in the last place, and I did what I shouldn't have done. Jin Batian had no experience of going through the back door in his previous life, so the first thing he did after getting Xiaoju was to attack the back door. It was interesting to tease this little girl, but if the old Jin family could leave behind a son and a half of their daughters, it would be considered a back home.

As soon as Xiaoju came in, she called the master, but was put on the kang by Jin Batian and Xier. Xier was responsible for untiing her shirt, and Jin Batian was responsible for the underside. Xiaoju resisted in panic for two minutes and found that she had been stripped naked. Xiaoju, who was hiding in the quilt, found that the master and his wife were smirking while taking off her clothes. The two of them took off their clothes and took off their clothes after taking off their clothes.

"Ah." Xiaoju cried out, "Master is in the daytime."

Jin Batian looked at Xiaoju who was blocking her left and right and said to Xier: "Xi'er, you go first."

"Master, look at me." Xier's hands gently climbed onto Xiaoju's body. After a while, Xiaoju was about to open her mouth and moaned, but Xier blocked it with her little mouth.

Seeing the two women tangled together, a ball of flame in Jin Batian's dantian was ignited. After Xier spread her legs, she could no longer help but break into the battle group and broke through Xiao Ju's last defense line in one breath.

Xiaoju's body was thrust and struggling in vain, and the whimpering sound was blocked by Xier. However, Xiaoju, who had first experienced the attack on the back door, did not feel particularly painful this time. After a while, she felt like 36,000 hairs all over her body had holes.

After having sex with Xiaoju, Xier tangled up and asked for another shot. Jin Batian, who was a little tired, hugged Xiaoju and slept for a while.

At noon, Xiaozhu entered the middle hall and said to the inner room, "Master, Grandma's kitchen has prepared food."

He got up in a daze, and Jin Batian responded: "Well, come in later." Xiao Ju Xier also hurriedly got up and served the master first. At this time, men had no idea of ​​underwear, and they just put on cotton coats and trousers in winter. Women only had an extra bellyband.

In winter, the house uses a fire wall to connect to the kang inside, just like early summer. When you open the curtain and go to the hall, it will be early spring.

Xiaozhu brought the food in with a curtain. He accidentally saw a bright red mark on the mattress that Xiaoju had packed and changed her mouth and shouted: "Master, big grandma, second grandma are auspicious."

Jin Batian laughed, Xier was calm and Xiaoju looked full of spring. Seeing this scene, Xiaozhu subconsciously touched her chest muscles - Milk is the original sin.

In the afternoon, people came to the police room, and several front doors were found in the police room. They were investigated and confiscated without spending much money. Because they were selling guns, the personnel were still served by the police. These police officers in Peking were all locals, either the army withdrew from the police school.

The police in this era is not a job that everyone yearns for. The income is low (the patrol director only costs more than a dozen yuan a month) and the work is tiring (not to mention patrol every day when it is windy and rainy). But the victory is stability, the factory may go bankrupt, but the government will not. The Beiyang government has changed to the Nanjing government and it will have no impact on these lower-level police officers.

Jin Batian took his men to the warehouse and drove two trucks back. The first batch of guns sold by the police station were loaded with 10,000 revolvers in one truck, and the other truck was loaded with 500,000 pistol bullets. As the beginning of this cooperation, Jin Batian replaced more than 500 policemen in the police station in Peking with this beautiful revolver.

The shortcomings of revolver are gone in the policeman. There are fewer bullets and slower bullets. It doesn’t matter. We have always caught a group of people. The range is short and the effective distance is only fifty meters. The police are not an army that fights bandits in open areas. For the policeman, fifty meters is enough. No matter how far away, the street has turned around. As the first weapon for street fighting, pistols are not a joke. In some alleys, you can’t turn around with a rifle. At this time, you can see the benefits of pistols. With a few dozen meters, you can try to hit wherever you point.

The police station is more professional than Jin Batian thought. Every place selling guns is not far from the police stations. The two rooms are connected in the middle, one selling guns and the other selling bullets. The backyard is a place similar to a shooting club. You can spend a little money to practice guns here if you don’t buy guns. Here you can shoot twelve bullets in one yuan, and if you buy bullets alone, you will have to buy one yuan and ten rounds to go home. (Copper shells can be recycled and sold to banks to cast copper circles)

Jin Batian gave the revolver to the police room a gun with fifty bullets. The police room took out a gun with only thirty bullets, which was quite good at doing business. In fact, most people really encountered the danger of using guns. Not to mention thirty bullets, it would be great to finish six of the guns.

Jin Batian went around and found that the gun shops that had just officially opened have already come to the door to open. This batch of people have received news and have a strong desire to buy. You should know that a pistol on the market is far more than the price for sale in the police station. If you buy it, you will not only not lose money, but also make a lot of money.

Although it cannot be sold, the Japanese have fought the Great Wall and the people of Peking are not afraid of it (Shanhaiguan falls on January 3). In the past few months, bad news has been heard from Rehe. The Japanese's atrocities have been serialized in the newspapers. Except for the hard-core farmers who have secretly colluded with the Japanese, who are not scratching a few kittens.

Seeing that the business was starting well, Jin Batian was about to leave when his eyes suddenly lit up and a familiar figure walked into the gun shop.

This person was Mingzhu, one of the Siming who was eliminated that night. Mingzhu brought the two of them to register and paid the money to get the gun, and then met Jin Batian while picking up the bullet in another room.

"Miss Mingzhu."

Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, then remembered: "It's Boss Jin. This is my classmate, and Boss Jin is here to buy guns to defend himself."

Jin Batian replied: "Yes, huh, Miss Mingzhu bought two?"

"I also bought a handful of my mother. My mother said the Japanese were too bad, so it was really unscrupulous to play with women who didn't pay."

Shizuka: "…"

Jin Batian: “…”
Chapter completed!