After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Three and a half hours later, Feng Yin finally ended the live broadcast of Pichai.

Say goodbye, turn off the phone, and turn around with an ax in hand.

The trio staggered and sat on the ground in the same posture, looking at Feng Yin with a silly smile.

"Boss, are you tired?"

Zhang Boer was the first to get up and went to help get the axe.

"Boss, drink water."

Lin Yu took the hot water bottle that he had taken out at some point and diligently poured water for Feng Yin to drink.

Li Sanyi, the only one sitting on the ground, was thinking about something.

When did these two people develop to be so discerning?

He clearly remembered Lin Yu and Zhang Boer from the beginning.

Seeing the two people wiping sweat and passing water around Feng Yin, Li Sanyi's pressure suddenly increased.

Can he still keep his position as the first general manager?
At this time, Feng Yin was also thinking about this issue, but from a different angle than Li Sanyi.

She looked at the two people on the left and she thought: What a wonderful child, if she raises another child, they might take care of her old age.

He didn't think for long, and Feng Yin didn't like to be waited on.

"Okay, everyone, stop and go back and pack your things. We'll leave in a moment."

"Clean up after people, do you understand?"

Feng Yin glanced at him, and Zhang Bo'er and Lin Yu immediately nodded in agreement: Got it!
Li Sanyi, who was sitting on the ground, watched the two people trot back.

"Still not getting up?"

Feng Yin didn't know when he stood in front of Li Sanyi.

"Isn't it impossible to get up? Why don't you give me a lift?"

Feng Yin held the thermos cup and said nothing, just staring at Li Sanyi.

"OK--"

Before the next word "ba" could be said, Li Sanyi got up by himself.

He walked past Feng Yin and said, "Forget it, I feel like you haven't been holding anything back - Zhao'er."

Feng Yin was amused by Li Sanyi and turned to follow Li Sanyi. "Sure enough, he has to be the chief manager. He speaks much better."

If she were herself, Gao Luo would say uncivilized words.

Li San glanced at Feng Yin and said in a more serious tone: "You should be more careful when speaking in the future. Don't talk about shit or piss."

Feng Yin rarely looked well-behaved.

"Don't worry, I seldom say anything."

Li Sanyi thought about it, and it was true that if Feng Yin wanted to criticize someone, he wouldn't even need to use curse words, and he would be able to make the person half-dead.

"I usually greet other people's ancestors directly. After all, it's my fault that I don't teach about ancestral graves. I-hey, hey, why are you leaving!"

Li Sanyi was too lazy to pay attention to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin held the thermos cup and took a sip in the style of a veteran cadre. He folded his hands on his chest and looked at the snowy scene.

"Beautiful - so beautiful."

"It would be better if it snowed with money. It would definitely be more beautiful."

Feng Yin chuckled, turned around and went back to the house to pack his things.

The foursome had tidied up, and Grandma Yun wouldn’t leave for the time being. She was waiting for the cable car.

And she also wanted to stay here for a few more days. There was her daughter's tomb here.

So after she communicated with Feng Yin, Feng Yin immediately agreed and made an agreement with the people in the Taoist temple.

The four people who had packed up stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, and Grandma Yun came out to see them off.

Feng Yin tugged on Grandma Yun's scarf.

"Take good care of yourself, live in peace of mind, and when you've had enough, call me and I'll take you home."

"Okay. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Feng Yin nodded and asked again: "Is the medicine enough?"

"Enough, bring more."

Feng Yin nodded again, looked at Grandma Yun and said, "You can go if you want to, the road can be walked."

Amid Grandma Yun's surprised expression, Feng Yin led the trio down the mountain.