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

Zhou Fengliu's sincerity was believed by the temporary workers present who didn't understand him as a person.

But in the eyes of Zhang Chulan, an insider, there was complete disbelief.

With the temperament of Jiaqian layman, and the acting king, it is really possible that Zhou Fengliu could do this.

...

If Zhang Chulan expressed his inner thoughts at this time, Zhou Fengliu would definitely retort like a conditioned reflex: "Slander, you are slandering me."

But Zhang Chulan did not dare to say it, and could only secretly slander Zhou Fengliu in his heart.

...

Just when everyone was chatting enthusiastically in the real world, the sophomore high school temporary worker from Northeast China was about to cry in the temporary worker chat group.

Northeast: What about me?

Northeast: Where is my mission?

Northeast: You guys are chatting so happily...What should I do?

Northeast: I hate the new conductor!

Northeast: If you ignore me again, I will hack the new commander’s cell phone! Expose all his browser records!

Northeast: Does anyone pay attention to me?

Northeast: sad jpg.

When the second-year high school student Zhuang was having a hard time in the group chat, the temporary worker from Central China, the black supervisor, spoke in the group chat.

Hua Zhong: Erzhuang, your job is to help us keep track of the location of the root devices, especially those of Ma Xianhong and Chen Duo...

Seeing someone take care of him, the high school sophomore Zhuang's madness in the group chat was over.

Dongbei: Woohoo, Brother Black Guan, it’s better for you... They are all bad guys, don’t worry, I promise to complete the task.

After a round of discussions and supplements, a group of temporary workers each chose their tasks based on Zhou Fengliu's action plan.

In addition to Ma Xianhong, the senior officials are in charge of the clarinet in central China, Lao Meng in northwest China, Xiao Zizai in east China, Qiu'er and Wang Ye in southwest China.

Even though it’s five versus ten, the advantage is still with me!

Several temporary workers and Wang Ye are fully confident to complete the task.

As for Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao in North China, they were separated again. Zhang Chulan was responsible for pestering Ma Xianhong, while Feng Baobao was responsible for causing trouble in the village and attracting the attention of the converted people.

Zhou Fengliu sits in command, ready to provide fire support at any time.

After completing their respective tasks, they gathered in the center of the village to fight against Ma Xianhong to solve this difficult nut.

After the action plan was drawn up, no one had any objections. They took advantage of the night to go back to rest and prepare for the next day's action.

The night is getting darker.

Wang Ye was lying on the bed, and the bright moonlight shone through the window on his face, which was still asleep.

"Lao Zhou, are you asleep?"

"how?"

"You said... Lao Qing has a good relationship with us. Do I have to restrain myself when I face him tomorrow? I can't make a deadly move."

Wang Ye scratched his butt and preached.

"You still want to kill me? How much do you want to avenge yourself?" Zhou Fengliu answered with a raised brow after hearing this.

"It's not a question of revenge, it's a matter of stubbornness. Do you have to let him turn around? If he doesn't understand the truth, then he can only be a poor man who knows a little bit about fists and kicks."

"You two... you two can deal with it on your own, as long as you don't beat him to death." Zhou Fengliu said with a yawn.

"I'm going to sleep first."

"Go to sleep." Wang also responded and said no more words.

The night breeze gently blew through the peaceful Biyou Village under the night sky. This may be the last peaceful night in this peaceful village. Because it is the last night, it seems that tonight is particularly quiet.

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"It's done...I'm finally done!"

As dawn was approaching, on this last quiet night, at the house where the Slimming Stove was located at the end of the village, Ma Xianhong looked at the new version of the Slimming Stove in front of him that looked like a Taj Mahal and sighed excitedly.

Now that everything is ready, all that's left is a test... As long as the test is successful, his vision of retrieving his memory can be completed.

hope!

Thriving hope is rising!

Looking at the rising sun rising between the mountains in the distance, Ma Xianhong felt that both his new disciple and him had a promising future.

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Three poles in the sun.

Although he was working today, Zhou Fengliu's sleep quality was still so good, and he was not affected by the mission at all. He still got up as usual, washed and changed clothes, and then went to find Fu Rong to eat and drink.

As for preparation before action...he had nothing to prepare.

"Rongzi, open the door." Zhou Fengliu called Fu Rong when he came to the kitchen.

Fu Rong in the kitchen was helpless.

When Zhou Fengliu gave her a red ticket before, she thought that that day was the last time Zhou Fengliu wanted to have sex with her. After all, what he said at that time was very clear, and the two people's positions were completely opposite.

But she didn't expect...

She still underestimated Zhou Fengliu's mentality of trying to make money.

Although the relationship between the two was that of enemies who had not yet broken out into conflict, Zhou Fengliu could still appear outside her kitchen on time as if nothing was wrong, asking for food and drink.

"I'm really convinced!"

Fu Rong sighed, and then aggressively took out the food kept warm in the pot and placed it in front of Zhou Fengliu.

Taking a closer look, it was a plain bowl of rice with pork and pickled vegetables, still steaming a little.

"Eat, eat, eat... You know how to bully me, right? Why don't you bully others?" Fu Rong said as she looked at Zhou Fengliu in front of her.

"Others? They are not chefs either..."

Fu Rong was silent.

She found that Zhou Fengliu could always reply with a few words that she couldn't answer.

It's really strange.

Seeing that Fu Rong couldn't answer, Zhou Fengliu picked up the chopsticks and added: "Besides, I give you money every day."

After hearing this, Fu Rong finally had something to say:

"You don't care about anything except money?"

Listening to Fu Rong's question, Zhou Fengliu raised his eyebrows, took a bite of pork belly, looked at Fu Rong and asked, "What about?"

"For example...for example..."

Fu Rong was speechless for a moment.

She was stunned by Zhou Fengliu again.

"Look... why don't you come out? We are all ordinary people. Let's talk about interests first, then ideals and aspirations."

"Besides, I can't eat for two days, and your hard days are coming to an end."

"?"

Hearing what Zhou Fengliu said, Fu Rong turned from depressed to confused and asked, "What do you mean? Are you leaving?"

Zhou Fengliu didn't answer Fu Rong's question.

Is it him, Zhou Fengliu, who wants to leave?

Obviously not.

Obviously everyone in Biyou Village has to leave...

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu didn't speak, Fu Rong felt bad. She pointed at Zhou Fengliu angrily and said:

"The Riddler, get out of Biyou Village."

After saying that, she ran back to the kitchen and hid.

Zhou Fengliu was not angry when he saw this, but quietly finished his last lunch in Biyou Village.

A moment later, there was a voice: "Rongzi, let's go."

Zhou Fengliu raised his butt and left.

When Fu Rong heard the sound and looked at Zhou Fengliu's leaving figure, she clenched her fists. If she couldn't beat him...she really wanted to punch him twice.

This annoying guy... better not let me see him again.

Fu Rong said harsh words.

She thought Zhou Fengliu would show up in front of her kitchen on time tomorrow, but unfortunately...she had made her prediction come true.

Maybe she could meet Zhou Fengliu at night.

But it's best not to encounter it.

When they meet again, Zhou Fengliu may "force the fight to start", and then she quickly rushes to the street.

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