Hong Kong variety show starting from zombies

Wong Chuk Hang is located in the west of the south bank of Hong Kong River, east of Hong Kong Tsai and west of Deep Water Bay. In the Heung Kong District Administration, Wong Chuk Hang is part of the Southern District.

In this era, Wong Chuk Hang was a major light industrial zone in Xiangjiang and was considered a relatively prosperous area.

But from Xiao Zhang's point of view, the manufacturing industry in Wong Chuk Hang has reached its sunset, and it will take at least ten years for these manufacturing industries to return in a real sense.

It's a pity that Xiao Zhang can't start a business for the time being. One reason is that he has no capital, and he thought he would go to the police training school in Wong Chuk Hang.

"It's great to have an ocean park nearby. You can go for a walk when you have nothing to do. After all, you are very connected to the sea."

For his own savings, Uncle Feng handled all the formalities resolutely and arranged for Xiao Zhang to become a new student in this school within half a month after he woke up.

The purpose is also to hope that Xiao Zhang can be reborn.

"I have a connection with fire, so should I jump into the crater?"

Xiao Zhang was in a bad mood because he didn't want to be a policeman.

But the situation is stronger than the person. What can he do if he can't defeat Uncle Feng?

We can only wait for seven or eight years until Uncle Feng dies suddenly.

Anyway, after becoming a zombie, he has the innate ability to live forever, and Xiao Zhang is not far behind in the past seven or eight years.

"Jump in, you really won't die, do you want to try?" Uncle Feng felt Xiao Zhang's dissatisfied attitude, hehehe said twice: "If you can't muster up the courage, I can throw you away Go down."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, Uncle Feng, we just like to joke when we are young, don't take it offence, old man, hahaha..."

"I'm not kidding."

After Uncle Feng glanced at Xiao Zhang, he led Xiao Zhang to the police training school and warned: "When you see those new cars, as well as the computers, mobile phones, BB machines and so on in the school, don't show off. It’s so shocking. Even if I witness the development of science and technology with my own eyes, I can’t help but be amazed. You don’t understand anything, so don’t reveal your secret..."

Will I marvel at these backward technologies?

Give back the BB machine, give back the Big Brother, and don’t even use the dog in 2021.

"By the way, this is the BB machine I bought for you." When Uncle Feng came in, he handed Xiao Zhang a small box and said, "I will call you if I need anything, remember to call you back in time."

"BB machine?"

Xiao Zhang, who had just said in his heart that no one would use a dog, was naturally reluctant to use this backward gadget. He frowned and said: "Uncle Feng, I heard on the radio that cell phones are now greatly reduced in price, and phone bills are getting cheaper. BB phones are the most popular. It has been eliminated in two years, why not just buy me a mobile phone."

Uncle Feng kept reaching out and handing the box, his eyes turning cold.

"You know, there are only two ferries in Dongpingzhou every day. If you are too late to answer my call and make me miss the ferry, I might just fly over to you with my sword. And for things like flying my sword, it's just a matter of flying. What a pity, I just don’t know how little Mao Zong like you can withstand my swords..."

"Uncle Feng, stop talking. I'll wait for you to call me 24 hours a day."

Xiao Zhang took the box and opened it on the spot to play with it. He had never used this thing before, so it was a bit new.

Uncle Feng then continued to move forward with satisfaction.

"Uncle Feng, can you really fly with a sword? Isn't that what Shushan swordsmen can do? Are you, a Taoist priest from Maoshan, flying with a peach wood sword?"

"Shut up."

Xiao Zhang honestly shut up, not because he decided to obey, but because there was someone standing guard at the door.

If you talk nonsense again, someone will definitely hear you.

Although there have always been demons, ghosts, and auras in this world, these extraordinary powers have nothing to do with the lives of most people.

Materialism is the kingly way, and feudal superstition will be suppressed.

But the world has always been like this, and only a few people know the truth.

After checking the relevant documents and going through the admission procedures, everything went very smoothly. This also shows that Uncle Feng's work as an exorcism policeman in Xiangjiang over the years was not in vain.

There's someone up there.

"Hey, isn't this a tornado? Why do you have time to come to my crappy school?"

An old man in a white police uniform stood on the open balcony upstairs, looking down at Uncle Feng with strange eyes.

"Are we going to have an exorcism course or a Maoshan Taoist course? Why haven't I received any news?"

Uncle Feng raised his head and frowned.

"Sir Li, I don't want to cause trouble."

"You don't want to cause trouble? Hahaha..." Li Sir laughed a few times and asked: "You don't want to cause trouble, why is your nickname "tornado"? Why, you went to Dongpingzhou to cultivate yourself, and changed from a tornado to a spring breeze. Yes."

tornado?

Uncle Feng?

This nickname is domineering.

Xiao Zhang thought of the scene where the tornado had passed, and suddenly felt that becoming a policeman would be a good idea.

Obviously, Uncle Feng does have people up there, but they are not only friends, but also enemies.

If my performance was poor, I was fired, and I can no longer become a police officer, how can I be blamed?

"This is my nephew Xiao Zhang. Sir Li, please take good care of me in the future. I have to patrol at night, so I will go back first."

As if he didn't want to be ridiculed here, Uncle Feng turned around and left.

"Patrol, I don't know how many years I haven't patrolled." Sir Li shouted reluctantly from upstairs: "Do you want me to help? I can transfer you here. It's not bad to be a teacher. Your qualifications That's completely enough, as long as you don't teach them your crooked ways."

Uncle Feng ignored him and walked straight to the door to leave.

Standing under the office building, Xiao Zhang estimated Uncle Feng's hearing distance, raised his head and retorted: "Our family's authentic Maoshan Taoist inheritance is the quintessence of the country, do you understand? If you slander the quintessence of the country, I think there is something wrong with your thinking. ."

Li Sir was stunned as he looked at Uncle Feng's back and fell into memories. Uncle Feng, who was some distance away from the gate, paused slightly, but still walked away.

The instructors and police officers in the office building looked around with shock on their faces.

If they hadn't heard that Uncle Feng was just a uniformed policeman on patrol, they would have thought that this newcomer was a connection sent by the police chief.

So brave.

Li Sir narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Xiao Zhang who was fearless downstairs for a while, and actually laughed.

"Okay, National Essence, I want to see how long your National Essence can keep you here with me."

kindness?

Shouldn't he be fired directly?

Do you want me to be kicked out again?

How petty.

Xiao Zhang was not the least bit worried. He sneered in response to Sir Li, picked up his luggage and continued to complete his report.

Sting the head!

The instructors who poked their heads around came to the same understanding, and also felt the strong murderous aura emanating from Li Sir, the de facto principal.

"What are you looking at? What are you listening to?" Sir Li shouted to the people around him, "Don't you have to do something? Do you need me to teach you how to do something?"

understood.

The teachers know it all.

But everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis. According to their different functions, the focus is on one teacher.

"I will arrange for him to move to that dormitory now."

"Which one?"

"Liu Jianming, Chen Yongren, Ma Jun, Li Zhongzhi, He Shangsheng, Liu Jiehui, Chen Guibin, Shi Qingyun, Miao Zhishun..."

"Hiss...it's all full of thorns."

"The market is open, the market is open. The new one, number 9527, will ask for a change of dormitory anytime soon. Every three days will pay two, and every seven days will pay ten."

"This man knows Maoshan Taoism. Aren't you afraid that you'll lose your underwear?"

"Maoshan Taoism? Hahahaha... doesn't he know that my nickname is Zombie Face? I specialize in all kinds of Maoshan Taoism."

"Zombie faces are not zombies."

"Is there Taoism in this world? Even if there is, then Maoshan Taoism is considered Taoism?"