Under one person: I will add money to become a layman, working from 9 to 5

"???"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's question, Zhao Fangxu, who had played tricks with countless old foxes on the other end of the phone, was a little stunned by the question.

He thought that Zhou Fengliu might ask: Why me, I may not be able to do it, the company's arrangement is too sudden, and other questions, but he never expected that Zhou Fengliu's only question would be this.

Does it count as overtime?

Will you give overtime pay?

Is this the brain circuit of contemporary young people?

Zhao Fangxu touched his droopy face and couldn't understand the thinking of young people nowadays.

Is there really a generation gap?

"Your remuneration is indispensable. As long as you complete the Biyou Village operation well... this will be an outstanding achievement for you in the company." Zhao Fangxu said.

"Understood, Mr. Zhao."

After Zhou Fengliu heard that it was considered to be working overtime, he nodded with satisfaction and responded.

"Well, you can share the specific information with Xiaoxi or those temporary workers."

"okay..."

call ended.

Zhou Fengliu took a long breath.

He didn't care about the performance that Zhao Fangxu mentioned. He was more concerned about whether this task was considered overtime. After Zhao Fangxu confirmed it, the last bit of hesitation left in his heart was gone.

With the company's arrangement, everything that was unreasonable became reasonable and legal.

The money gained from all tasks in Biyou Village is in line with work income! A reasonable income that can help him practice through [Money is Power].

From top to bottom, from inside to outside, it’s just right.

perfect.

Just as Zhou Fengliu was sighing, he suddenly heard a strange scream coming from a house, which attracted his attention.

Originally, he wouldn't be interested in even a few strange screams. The key point is that these strange screams sound very much like... Zhuge Qing's voice?

right...

It's like Zhuge Qing's voice.

A boring group.

Zhou Fengliu groped in the direction of the source of the sound, and finally stopped in front of a house.

That's right...

This strange sound came from here.

"Old Qing, is that you?"

Zhou Fengliu knocked on the door and asked, but no one answered. Just when he was about to knock a second time, Zhuge Qing's voice came from the house.

"no, do not want."

"No...he is mine, everything he has is mine!"

Hearing Zhuge Qing talking to himself like a schizophrenic schizophrenic, Zhou Fengliu simply forced the door open.

From the field of view, Zhuge Qing was leaning on the corner of the bed, barefoot and wearing white short-sleeves. He was pressed tightly against the wall. He was nervous. He didn't know how many days he had slept. His whole body was shaking as if he had been hit by something. Things scare me.

On the table not far away, a very simple little book was placed there quietly. It seemed to be a kind of imprisonment that firmly attracted Zhuge Qing's eyes.

"Fuck...Old Qing, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you acting like this?" Seeing Zhuge Qing's embarrassed appearance, Zhou Fengliu was a little shocked.

The Zhuge Qing in front of him didn't look like a handsome man in the past. He looked like a madman.

Facing his question, Zhuge Qing did not answer, but stared at the notebook on the table.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Fengliu followed Zhuge Qing's line of sight and also saw the things on the table.

What is this?

and many more...

Is the magic machine perfect?

Zhou Fengliu, who knew the plot of the original work, remembered that Zhuge Qing seemed to have helped Ma Xianhong repair the furnace and obtained the magic machine, but he just let him burn it without practicing.

"Don't touch it! This is my thing! Mine!"

Just when Zhou Fengliu curiously walked over to take a look, Zhuge Qing rushed over like a lunatic who had been robbed of his treasure, and picked up the magical notebook.

"No...this shouldn't be my thing, shouldn't..." The moment Zhuge Qing picked up the small book, he threw it to the ground, just like Liu Bei did when he threw Adou. Although it looked like It sounds cruel, but in reality it is merciful.

"Whose is this and what does it have to do with me? I don't care, I don't care about it!"

Zhuge Qing shook his head and said to himself.

"..."

Looking at Zhuge Qing's performance in front of him, Zhou Fengliu knew that there was something wrong with him.

how to say?

Is this thing so attractive?

Zhou Fengliu felt that he didn't have such a big reaction when he held the Tongtian Rui. Even though the Tongtian Rui was in his hand now, he was never in a hurry to treat the Tongtian Rui as a big treasure.

How could you have such a mentality?

Zhou thought carefully.

Oh.

It turns out he was cheating.

If you have a bunch of skills comparable to the Eight Magic Skills in your hand, you don’t think the Eight Magic Skills are a treasure anymore.

Thinking about this, Zhou Fengliu prepared to persuade Zhuge Qing.

These eight magical skills are too deep for Qingzi to master.

"Old Qing..." I saw him gently picking up the Divine Machine Bailian on the ground.

...

The moment Zhou Fengliu touched Shenji Bailian Xiaoben, Zhuge Qing became furious and wanted to attack him.

The Qimen Bureau will open as soon as it is opened.

That's called fast, even faster than when you are awake, and there is no humaneness at all.

Of course.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing didn't care whether the position of the Qimen bureau matched the position of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, so he took the Xun-character wind rope and tied it towards Zhou Fengliu.

Seeing the airflow in front of him turning into a rope and flying towards him, Zhou Fengliu shook his head.

Playing with airflow in front of him... isn't that the reverse version of pure and pure... Can't you tell the difference between the big and small kings?

Zhou Fengliu casually cut off the wind rope, then looked at Zhuge Qing and sighed: "Old Qing, since you have become a demon, don't blame me. I am also very sad."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Zhuge Qing could realize what was happening, he saw a big cock slap him on one cheek.

The strong wind made him feel that this forced fight was absolutely extraordinary even before he was slapped.

pat-

As this power was unreservedly released on his face, his handsome face caused ripples like a pebble dropped into a puddle.

bass--

Zhuge Qing flew up.

After rolling for three and a half seconds in mid-air, he hit a wall and then stopped, sliding to the ground.

To be honest, Zhuge Qing had never experienced Zhou Fengliu's powerful fight before at the Luotian Dajiao, nor did he have a deep understanding of the title of God of Fighting.

But this time... just after a little fight, he almost sent him to see Patriarch Zhuge.

If this moment were to be frozen and painted into a painting, the name of the painting should be roughly called [Fengliu Mountain (Fan) Blue Picture].

...

"Old Qing, are you awake? Can I come again if you don't?" Zhou Fengliu kindly came over and asked Zhuge Qing.

Check it out.

What a serious employee of Moutong Company, who still maintains warm love and care for the "traitor" who unfortunately goes crazy.

"Cough cough..."

Zhuge Qing tremblingly stood up against the wall. At this moment, he felt that the world was spinning, and the inner demons seemed to have left his heart at this moment, giving him a brief moment of clarity.

"Old Zhou..." Before Zhuge Qing could say anything, another fan slapped him in front of him, which refreshed him even more...

"Lao Zhou... stop fanning. I'm much more awake... stop fanning."

Zhuge Qing saw that Zhou Fengliu had no intention of stopping, so he ignored the pain on his face and spoke hurriedly.

...

Ps: I ask for everything every day, and the support of all my adoptive fathers is my biggest motivation to write this book.

Although I am short, I am long-lasting O_o.