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

Just as Zhou Fengliu was finishing lunch, the remaining temporary workers in the village were also making final preparations:

Huazhong's clarinet is adjusting the transmitter on his wrist.

Lao Meng from the northwest was sitting on a small bench looking in the direction of Chen Duo's house and was silent.

Southwest's Qiu'er took out a "big treasure" to deal with the battle at night.

Xiao Zizai from South China quietly tidied himself up in the room.

His expression wasn't very good. It was obvious that he was depressed because he couldn't kill anyone in the battle at night.

He even regretted dismembering Zhao Guizhen too early, which took away a lot of the fun tonight.

...

The sun sets over the mountains and night gradually takes over the sky.

The wind is very strong tonight, and the moonlight suppressed by dark clouds is very suitable for causing trouble. Just in response to the saying "the moon is dark and the wind is high," a drama unique to Biyou Village is about to be staged.

The name of this drama is: Night Battle in Biyou Village.

Starring: Zhou Fengliu, temporary workers from the company's six major districts, and top performers from Biyou Village.

There was no smooth introduction to this drama, only one climax after another, which overwhelmed everyone in Biyou Village.

Zhang Chulan took the lead and came to the end of the village where the self-cultivation furnace was located to involve Ma Xianhong.

"Old Ma, have you finished this big thing?" Zhang Chulan asked while looking at the huge self-cultivation furnace in front of him.

"Ang...it's just time for the test." Ma Xianhong glanced at Zhang Chulan, paused, and then said:

"Zhang Chulan, I also admire your patience. You know that I can't hand over Chen Duo, but you still persuade me every day..."

Lao Ma is an honest man.

Until now, he still thought that Tong sent so many people here just for Chen Duo.

Listening to Ma Xianhong's careless words, Zhang Chulan couldn't bear to be fooled, but in order to delay time, he could only continue to say:

"Old Ma, I really don't want to see you get into such a quarrel with the company over Chen Duo. All joking aside, since you took Chen Duo in, the company has paid attention to you."

"The reason why I haven't made a move is because the company thinks highly of you, and they don't want to have a quarrel with you, and they even have some intentions of making friends with you."

"Old Ma, stop it... I really can't do this just because of Chen Duo."

After listening to Zhang Chulan’s dissuasion again, Ma Xianhong still insisted on his own attitude:

"You ask me to stop, and I can stop? Who do you think you are?"

"I'm not your godfather." Zhang Chulan said reluctantly.

"You mention it again?" Ma Xianhong felt bad when he heard the title of uncle.

They are obviously about the same age, but Zhang Chulan, the grandson, takes advantage of him.

Judging from the fact that his great-grandfather Ma Ben was sworn brothers with Zhang Chulan and his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi, it turned out that Zhang Chulan was a generation older than him, which made Zhang Chulan call him nephew.

...

jingle--

When Zhang Chulan was still trying to argue, Ma Xianhong heard the phone ring.

I saw him answering a phone call, and then I learned about the temporary workers' attack.

"Zhang Chulan, how could you stay up so late with me today? Are you planning to take action?"

"Do you think you can stop it?"

Seeing Ma Xianhong looking like he was about to take action, Zhang Chulan shrugged:

"Old Ma, this has nothing to do with me. I still want to solve the problem through peaceful negotiation. As for those people...I have already said that those people are all lunatics and may go crazy. ..”

"Oh? Is that so? Then I'll catch them now." Ma Xianhong glanced at Zhang Chulan and then left here.

"Old Ma, didn't I tell you that you don't trust the strength of your superiors? A whole village of people can't beat five of them?"

Zhang Chulan used Kun's general method.

"I can see it too. After tonight, regardless of victory or defeat, our uncle and nephew are not able to talk openly like today. You just wait here and wait for your superior organ to tell them the result. It’s not too late for you to take action.”

"..."

Facing Zhang Chulan's tactics, Lao Ma, a kind and honest man, remained silent for a few seconds.

...

The scene changes.

Other superiors in Biyou Village also received orders from Ma Xianhong and prepared to go to Chen Duo's house for support.

In the room next to the kitchen, Fu Rong, who had just finished answering the phone, hurriedly changed her clothes.

"I'm so annoyed. Why are you fighting in the middle of the night? I cook every day and finally get some rest at night, but I still have to fight at night!"

Fu Rong complained and then picked up her two sharp knives to support him.

She has long been mentally prepared for this battle that will happen sooner or later. As long as she doesn't have a romantic relationship with Zhou Zhou, she can have a 50-50 fight with anyone.

She had just gone out and not taken two steps when she saw a familiar figure wandering around in the night. The night was very dark and there were no lights in the village.

She saw that the figure looked familiar and judged that it must be an outsider.

After vaguely distinguishing each other for two seconds, and feeling that the other party was really not from this village, Fu Rong casually made a flat move, threw out a sword energy and went over to test the water...

...

At this moment, Zhou Fengliu, the leader of this operation, was walking in Biyou Village, yawning, and lamented that it was not easy to earn overtime pay.

Before he could finish his sigh, he felt a cold air coming from behind him. He was keen and immediately sensed that someone was conducting a sneak attack. The moment he turned around, he used the skill of receiving hair.

In an instant, Zhou Fengliu's figure began to become ethereal. With the movement of Qi, his hands drew arcs, and the surrounding positions also distorted, and he firmly caught a flying Qi blade.

Under the force field like a swamp, the power of this sharp blade was completely neutralized.

"Young people don't follow martial ethics and bully me, a young comrade in his twenties. I advise you to use rat tail juice. Don't you like sneak attacks? Then I will give it back to you."

Zhou Fengliu pushed the Qi Blade back as he spoke.

"???"

Seeing that the sword energy that had just been slashed out flew back at a faster speed, Fu Rong was a little confused.

what's the situation? Why did you fly back again?

She hurriedly slashed out several more sword qi to stop the rebounding sword qi.

Under the night, she looked at the other party in the distance with some breathlessness.

what happened?

Have you ever heard the voice of that person speaking just now?

Could it be one of our own?

"The person on the other side! Tell me your name! I won't kill unknown people!" Fu Rong asked the other party.

"?"

This sound...

Why does it sound so familiar?

After Zhou Fengliu heard the voice on the other side, he felt more and more familiar with it.

and many more...

"Rongzi?"

The moment she heard Rongzi's name, Fu Rong's entire expression froze.

In Biyou Village, there is only one person who can call her Fu Rong like that.

Zhou Fengliu, the "god of war" and "specialist in making rice".

isn't it?

As soon as I left the house, I met an S-level opponent?

What luck!

Fu Rong wanted to cry but had no tears.

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