The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2164: Shaking People is Like Shaking Flowers

Li Cang is a man with strong executive ability. As for Lao Wang, that B is even more persistently obsessed with getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later in various senses.

TNND, call someone!
The one who is most passionate about this kind of thing is of course Changhe Luori. Ever since he started working as a volunteer policeman on the railway line, he has to judge for honor points and hope for honor points. Basically, he is in a sustainable state of being hungry for food.

While his destiny wish endowed him with inhuman combat power and the ability to climb networks, it also severely restricted his access to material enjoyment. In his own words, if he wanted to drink a bottle of beer tonight, he would either have to snatch it from the wanted criminals identified by his destiny wish, or exchange it for honor points from completing missions, or buy it with bounty money. Other than that, there was no other possibility.

He is really good at fighting, but he is also really poor. Even his posts on the forum are different from others. He is always selling his spoils, such as slightly tender Japanese cuisine, tender Nanliang from his elementary school, and extra tender black gems carefully selected by America.
The words between the lines are full of the word "poor" that means unruly and self-indulgent. The biggest expense of the brother so far is the payment to Big Wang for the knife-dragging technique, and the largest income is the compensation that Big Li helped him to extort from the base. The questioner is sad and the listener is in tears.

After several collaborations with Li Cang and Lao Wang, Changhe Luori is about to have a meal. He believes that they are his lucky cats. It is hard to find such a confidant who suits your taste buds. In a word, fellow Taoists, please stay, harmony brings wealth.

Now that he has a driver and a thug, Li Cang is not prepared to bear the start-up capital himself. Considering that Aunt Jin is the kind of person who won't show up until she gets the rabbit, even though he is very reluctant, he still gives the 3/7 base some chance to reserve their opinions. They are the same as all the disaster relief bases of the rabbits in the world. Bei Laoyinbi's is even more of a story of rabbits and eagles. It is impossible to expect them to fight America with real guns, but they usually show that they are very helpful, comparable to the old man who has nothing to do and has no time to settle down in the ring.

"Three days! Three days at most!" Zhao Yang spat wildly at the communication interface: "I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer! Wait for me, definitely wait for me!"

You can complain about the base being bad, you can scold the base for being cowardly, but you cannot say that the base has no money and no connections.

As long as one more life can be saved in the void contest with America, the base is willing to spend ten or a hundred times the money to buy it. No matter when and where, ideological disputes will always exist and will always be cruel. Using money to pile up will always be the cheapest and most profitable. After all, money can be printed again, but children really have no life.

cough.
What’s very interesting here is that the 3/7 base itself may not even have to pay a penny. It has both face and substance. This is what despicable middlemen do. After having sex with Party A, they will have sex with Party B, and after eating up the defendant, they will eat up the plaintiff.

Finally, of course, there is His Majesty the High Priest, who has a series of love-hate entanglements, grievances and grudges with our Master Magician, and is the most difficult one to please.

As a decent man who could cheat repeatedly in the intrigues with the little money guys, he became an emotionless logistics captain in Li Cang's hands. Even if His Majesty the High Priest regarded those things as grass, this process was unacceptable in any case. Ants still have dignity, let alone him, the master of a country.

Li Cang also had a headache.

That feeling is like the friends you have at the dinner table who chat and talk big. They all look nice and handsome on the surface, but who can guarantee that they won't secretly give you a pocket full of lighters?
Anyway, don't ask me where I got those pockets full of lighters. What I care about now is how they disappeared!

"Why don't we let Bei Laoyinbi think of a solution? Anyway, the old man doesn't have many hairs left, and the heat dissipation is fast, so it doesn't matter if he burns brain cells~" Lao Wang said naggingly: "We must give the high priest an excuse to talk to America, or let him feel that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it?"

"emmmm"

It must be said that America is indeed fat, but she is not the kind of fat that anyone is qualified to take a bite of. Oh, just by bringing Your Excellency the Magician, you can play the same trick with His Majesty the High Priest as Zhong Wuyan when there is trouble and Xia Yingchun when there is nothing to do? That Mrs. Timi Niu used to be called Xiao Tiantian!
"I think you two should calm down first," Li Leisi sneered, "The American Confederation Congress has been arranged, but the little bastard hasn't arranged anything for you yet. Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. Please, can you have a clearer self-awareness and self-management awareness of your own nature?"

"wipe??"

Li Cang and Lao Wang were nearly choked to death by the woman's words. This kind of thing could not stand pondering, let alone thinking about it. If you think about it carefully, it is indeed so. This instance has not been opened since the last jump. Whether it is an insect plague or an ambush by the Americans, they are not worth the weight for the little guy.

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busy.

It's better to be busy.

The Headhunting Council put aside the dispute for the time being. Li Cang threw a few more logs into the fire and said in a rather Ah Q spirit, "They said it would take three days, and then another three days. That kind of thing, just going through the process is enough to make Zhao Yang want to die. No rush, um, we're not in a hurry!"

This made Old Wang laugh: "It's rare to see you stop, are you too confident in your luck or too unconfident?"

"It's just that I understand the nature of the little coin guy." Li Cang lay down on the rattan chair and said, "It must have done something about the resource allocation of the track line. It's just pseudo-random. Have you calculated how long it has been since we encountered pure white resources other than insects and humans?"

"I still have a plan!"

"put!"

"Actively jump to the third world line and attack the little coin boy's kidney reflex area!"

"Fork out!"

"Nima. Let's go, let's go."

It is worth mentioning that whether it is Li Cang Lao Wang or Li Lasi Tai Xiaoyi, they all have a bit of seemingly metaphysical perception of the daily transitions on the orbital line. It may be PTSD or inertia. In short, this kind of orbital metaphysics is very likely to exist, especially after completing a round of orbital cycle.

"Why, you still want to go back to the base?" Li Leisi glanced at him and said, "Donor, your mind is in turmoil. Do you want the female Bodhisattva to help you stabilize your aura?"

Li Cang opened his mouth and said, "I asked for a lot of money just to ask the base for a few hundred million to smuggle the land-sunken bombs. How can you ask for a huge order of tens of billions or even hundreds of billions?"

"You're scared!"

"I'll be a coward?"

"Ha~"

"Ha~"

Qin Zhenzhen shivered and looked for cracks on the ground, but unfortunately there were no cracks. There were only cumin, chili and sesame seeds that leaked out from between her teeth.

Woo woo woo.
Say no to overtime and no to office politics.

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Liao Hongqing swallowed hard, his handsome suit unable to cover up the trembling of his body, and the Black Scripture of the Dead fell to the ground: "I, I."

"What are you talking about? Go away!" After taking a few photos, Bian Xiu put away his phone, kicked him, and stuffed a bouquet of flowers and a ring box into his hands: "Bite her mouth! Touch her vagina! She's going to break! Go! Go! Get the hell out of here!"

There are many things in this world that people can be nostalgic about.

It could be a breeze at sunset, the smell of grass after the rain, or of course a sense of shame, a human being gritting his teeth.

The phone that Bianxiu had hidden in his pocket reappeared in his hand very smoothly, and he grinned widely, making Jier happy: "Tsk, isn't it settled? It's all my fault. I'm so reliable at the critical moment!"

Meng Fanting, who was a head taller than Bian Xiu, stood beside her. He habitually held someone's head and said with a smile, "Xiu Xiu in our family is romantic. Do you want a kiss from your sister?"

Bian Xiu's face flushed, and she said shyly, "Sister Ting, can you please stop touching my head so often?"

"What~" Meng Fanting held Bian Xiu's face, his red lips like flames: "Xiu Xiu, she really won't have that memory?"

Bian Xiu was hesitating whether to stick out her tongue or not. As the saying goes, not sticking out the tongue is ideology, while sticking out the tongue is metaphysics. How can a modern Nuo master be ashamed? However, Meng Fanting was quick to retract. The young man's swollen heart was pounding, and he said with a dry mouth: "No, I asked Mi, and even got three substitutes to burn as insurance. Her memory is here!"

A tattered old cloth bag, when Bian Xiu shook it, a large amount of yellow paper ash dust came out, but the strange sound like the gurgling of a mountain spring came out from inside.

"Xiu Xiu"

"What's wrong, Sister Ting?"

Meng Fanting was dazzled: "Do you want to come to my sister's house for dinner? My sister's cat can really do backflips~"

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"How about letting it cook for itself?" Bian Xiu muttered, "Oh my god, here comes a big one. Sister, sister, you go home and cook for the cat first. I have to talk to Old Xiahou about something. Teacher Cang has done a big job for the base!"

Meng Fanting didn't care much about this kind of thing, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll drive you?"

"No need, here comes my pick-up person!"

Watching the speedboat speeding away, Meng Fanting took out his cell phone and said, "Mom, tell my dad to trick him into bringing back a little yellow-haired boy tonight, and ask the old man to give him a few bottles of good wine and cook two more dishes!"

The voice on the phone was as gentle as jade, and almost the same tone as Meng Fanting used when speaking in front of Bian Xiu: "It's still the one who is so much younger than you."

"Mom, didn't I tell you that an old man might not spend money on you, but a young man would really spend his energy on you~"

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? You are already in your thirties, why don't you act like an adult at all!"

"You pamper me, and he pampers me too~"

"Really coming?"

"I still have time off. I'm at a meeting. I'll be there waiting for him in a bit. I'll take him home tonight no matter what. Mom, can you clean my room?"

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Ten o'clock at night.

Bian Xiu came out of the conference room with a serious face among a group of middle-aged and elderly people. Meng Fanting narrowed his eyes and tightened his arms around his chest: "Xiu Xiu, here!"

How can a person be so cute? I really want to take a bite of him.

Bian Xiu's face flushed with an old-fashioned expression: "Sister Ting, didn't I tell you not to wait for me? It's not safe to drive this late!"

Zhao Yang and Tao Hongben, Feng Yuanqing, Xiahou Haiwei and other middle-class people beside him glared at each other: "Look, the luxury cars and beautiful women, look at them, look at you, look at Mr. Li next door, there are so many people in the room, but there are only a few who have wives, you should have some shame!"

Xiahou Haiwei took out a flat silver wine pot from his bosom with a smile. He didn't care that Tao Hongben stole it, and took out a flat leather bag. "I am an idle wanderer and can't stand the troubles of the world. But there is a Taoist temple next to my place of meditation. The Taoist nun is Jirun. Old Tao, I see that you are looking at this and that every day and you are almost dying. I guess you don't have many days left. Why don't you think about leaving a descendant for yourself?"

Tao Hong, who was always grateful for what he had done, had eyes as red as Timi Rabbit and was in no mood to argue with this annoying guy: "These two kids are both good, with a positive aura. They will achieve great things in the future. It is my luck and destiny to see them in my old age. I am not alone!"

Xiahou Haiwei was stunned and furious: "Mr. Tao, what the hell do you mean? Are you trying to steal the slot? Are you trying to provoke me? Are you the same as Bianxiu? Why are you trying to make a kinship with me?"

"I, Tao, have an ancestor and a successor, and I can teach you everything I have learned in my life. You are a lonely ghost, so go to bed. Are you going to teach Bian Xiu a boy to go out and have affairs? What can you use to compete with me?"

"Bah!" Xiahou Haiwei touched his crotch and took out the talisman, and said excitedly, "Say it again, old man? Do you want to fight? The talisman was born naturally, do you understand the value of genius? How dare a well-behaved domesticated stray dog ​​like you show your teeth to me?"

Feng Yuanqing was very happy and said, "Brother Yangzi, how long have you not seen the boss so happy?"

"The joy won't last long. Once it's reported, he'll have a headache. The happier they are now, the more they'll curse in the future. I've seen through the nature of those people. They're just..." Zhao Yang spread his hands and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this! What shall we do? The teahouse has just got some new tea, shall we try some?"

Feng Yuanqing's mouth twitched: "Forget it, I advise you to take it easy. Those girls are old enough to be your granddaughters. It's okay to have a clear conscience, but it's also a hurdle to have a strong heart!"

Zhao Yang said faintly: "That's not what you said last time!"

"How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? Last time, what last time? I just drank some tea and massaged my waist!"

"Ha~" Zhao Yang's expression suddenly changed: "Hey, Boss, it's so late, why are you going home in person!"

Bei Zhikang rolled his eyes and said, "Why, kid, are you planning to find a place for me to have tea?"

"Next time, next time, I will definitely ask Li Cang out!"

"Oh, at least you said something sensible. You don't need to drink the tea. Let's go back home to eat. That little bastard kidnapped my precious Zhenzhen and ran away without even asking any questions. He is such a heartless person!"

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