My magic stick is going to heaven!

And said very coquettishly:

"Comrade Shang, I'm your butler, and I'll take care of the chores of getting the hat! It's not hard work at all!"

Shang Yanzhou nodded, and replied: "It's not hard at all, and, Mr. Wen, please allow me to remind you again, please change your address to me, thank you."

"Is Comrade Shang okay? I think it's very kind! Comrade Comrade!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be listening to him seriously, Shang Yanzhou simply reached out and took a stack of talismans on his stall, and said again:

"Please change what you call me, otherwise, I may slip."

When Wen Changlang saw that the talisman he had drawn so hard had fallen into Shang Yanzhou's clutches before it was sold, his heart tightened, and he said quickly:

"Don't slip! Don't slip! I'll change! I'll change!"

Then Wen Changlang thought for a while, and then said:

"Shang Superintendent! Shang Superintendent!"

"Well, I am conscious."

Shang Yanzhou gracefully put down the talisman, then lightly flicked the dust on his military uniform with his hand, then turned around, walked into the yard with his long, slender legs, and finally said:

"This stall, if it's still there when I get up tomorrow, then I will have someone come and dismantle it myself, and you will pay for the labor."

"Hey! Don't!"

Wen Changlang quickly fished it out, put his talisman into his bag, and caught up with Shang Yanzhou.

"Shang Governor, you said that I set up a stall to benefit the people of Shenzhen, which is a good thing to accumulate merit! How can I just demolish it!"

"Mr. Wen, please..."

"What's Mr. Wen!"

Wen Changlang hooked Shang Yanzhou's shoulder. It was only with this hook that he realized that Shang Yanzhou was almost half a head taller than him. When they were almost equal, they spoke:

"My lord governor, what do we have to do with each other! You still call me so unfamiliar, it's not good, it affects your relationship, you can just call me Master Wen from now on, or you can also call me Master Wen!"

Opening the door of the living room, Shang Yanzhou turned his head and gave him a condescending look, then opened his mouth and slowly uttered two words:

"God stick."

Slowly taking off his paw on his shoulder, Shang Yanzhou shouted again seriously:

"God stick, I think it is very suitable."

Wen Changlang was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at his empty hand, then at the slender figure of Shang Yanzhou who walked straight in, and hurriedly chased after him, keeping pace.

"Director Shang, the magic stick or something, this insults the century-old reputation of my Wen Family's Yin Yang Shop! It's not good! It's really not good! How about changing it?"

Shang Yanzhou was unmoved, looked at the empty dining table, turned around and asked, "What about dinner?"

Wen Changlang was embarrassed, with erratic eyes flickering, and said weakly:

"forget……"

"Deduct a day's wages."

"Don't! Chief Shang! Uncle Shang!"

Wen Changlang immediately sat down, hugged Shang Yanzhou's thigh, clinging to it like brown sugar, crying:

"Deducting my money is deducting my life span! I won't do it! Isn't it just cooking! What's the problem! I'll do it now!"

"It's late, this is punishment, let go."

Shang Yanzhou shook it hard a few times, but found that he couldn't shake it off at all, so he dragged him up the stairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went up the stairs, Wen Changlang's legs were directly looped, and the whole body was hung on Shang Yanzhou's thighs.

The smile on Shang Yanzhou's face slowly disappeared, he stared at the monstrous face below with restraint from the corner of his forehead, and was forced to utter a sentence, losing his demeanor:

"Wen Changlang, let me go!"

"Don't let me go! Unless you promise not to deduct my wages!"