"say what?"
"Tell me about the battle between Gods you had at the Shintetsu headquarters the day before yesterday."
I was white and bald and looked at him brightly, but didn't respond.
Haiye was quite dissatisfied with my expression, but he took the initiative to light a cigarette and pour me tea, and shamelessly touched my shoulder with his right elbow.
I'm going to give a rough review of the first battle without seeing Haiye's shameless entanglement.
However, Hai Ye immediately stopped. He quickly took out a pen and paper and smiled at me, nodding, indicating that I could start speaking.
After a while, Haiye was still immersed in the joy and exhilaration of me winning the first place in each event, but I had a calm look on my face.
"Aren't you happy that you won first place in each category?"
"Kind of."
Haiye gave me a piece of popcorn unceremoniously: "You still have some? You can just have some fun. It's been so many years since I've scored 100 points in any single event. You bastard are still not satisfied." .”
"Do you know who ordered the good news and banners outside?"
"Horse head!"
The assessment ended at noon the day before yesterday. Ma Zhongchao, who is more knowledgeable than a dog's nose, specially allocated 60 yuan and ordered Haiye to hang up a banner and post a good news to celebrate my winning the first place in individual events.
There were two banners, one at the entrance of the courtyard and one at the entrance of Fangzhou alley.
Since the last time he blackmailed me for fifty-three thousand dollars, Ma Goudan has disappeared again.
I heard from Haiye that Ma Goudan went to the south for inspection. Nine times out of ten, they are extorting money from other agencies and sucking blood from other agencies.
I smacked my lips and said calmly, "It's not that I'm dissatisfied. I'm very dissatisfied."
Haiye's plump face suddenly fell, but I spoke quietly.
"The Humaling Tunnel cost 300 million. Now it has been increased to 1 billion, right?"
"right!"
"The Kingdom of Hans, the Kingdom of Beauty, and the Foot Pot Demon have all been here, and they all failed, right?"
"right!"
I looked at Mr. Hai and said softly: "If we in Fangzhou take down the Humaling Tunnel and build it ourselves, how much money will we make?"
Haiye's pen immediately fell to the ground.
This idea actually came to me after Ah-Rong clicked on me.
I was only focused on digging holes and burying people to win prizes, but I didn’t think about this level at all.
If I could have thought of this at the time, taking advantage of Tang Anjun's great joy, I could have won the Humaling Tunnel Project just by talking.
I can guarantee that Fangzhou will not be short of money in five years.
This has to be said to be a pity and a huge wake-up call for myself.
No one is perfect, even saints will make mistakes sometimes. Not only people, even plans made by AI also have loopholes.
Even Ah-Rong could think of things immediately, but I didn’t realize it until Ah-Rong pointed it out.
Having lost one soul and two souls, I have really deteriorated greatly.
After the review, I discussed with Hai Ye about the distribution of the spoils.
Yesterday, people from the Institute of Physics came to draw a map of the courtyard, and the heating system will be officially installed in Fangzhou next Monday.
The Antarctic Institute also delivered 500 electric blankets yesterday afternoon to complete the settlement of the bet.
The bets from Dahuang were delivered as early as the afternoon before yesterday, a total of 1,200 barrels of pure peanut oil that even horse and dog eggs could not afford.
There will be dozens more units of loot that will be available next week.
Except for the clothes and bedding that can be carried to various places, the rest of these trophies are really difficult to deal with.
It is impossible to send all the peanut oil to various offices.
Warehousing is impossible.
Before the supplies were put into the warehouse, I was the owner, and I didn’t even dare to say a word when the king of heaven came.
But as soon as they are put into storage, these materials must be renamed public! Change your surname to Ma again!
As soon as the front legs are put into storage, Magoudan's back legs can be dragged out and cashed out.
Haiye and I both understand this deeply.
The key is, did the cashed-out money fall into Ma Goudan's pocket or was it used to exchange for fine wine, cigarettes and tea?
After adding up and adding up, Haiye and I finally discovered that there seemed to be no other way to do these trophies other than selling them off.
There was no way I could sell off the loot.
If I fucking sell it, what's the difference between it and Ma Goudan?
After much thought, I decided to send the edible supplies to Tianyi Hospital, and other supplies...
Send it to someone.
As long as it is in the hands of that person, nothing will happen.
After two cups of tea, my body felt warmer, and things were on the same level. I was about to leave my job and go east, but Haiye smiled at me.
Seeing this smile, I immediately darkened my face and said, "No need to talk about fortune telling."
Hai Ye chuckled and winked at me: "Today is not about fortune, it is about... the earth."
"It's a der!"
I pushed Hai Ye away and walked away.
Zi La La.
Haiye held up two yellow license plates like a magic trick and rubbed them together until they made a sizzling sound: "How about counting the cards?"
Although he was tricked by Tu Laoliang again, fortunately, the big white horse can finally hit the road legally.
Wrap up tightly in your down jacket and get on the big white horse, letting Bald Lao Liang do all the hard work and drive all the way to the Ming Tombs Cemetery.
When I got off the big white horse, I was almost frozen, which scared the people across from me.
The people who came to pick up Mr. Hai and I were also acquaintances.
Headquarters of the Antarctic Institute.
Wang Yong.
It's the old man's son who wants me to judge whether he can live or not.
According to my method, Mr. Wang not only met his son as he wished, but also lived for several days longer.
But now, Mr. Wang's time in the world is almost over.
The physical fitness of the people guarding the Antarctic Station is second only to that of the astronauts. Wang Yong is very strong. He only wore a thin coat in such a cold weather. I am very envious.
After seeing the gift, Wang Yong took the lead and gave him a big red envelope.
I'll take the money!
Mainly for Tu Laoliang to see.
Follow the walk into the Ming Tombs Cemetery and officially start choosing a site.
Wang Yong's family is an ordinary working-class family, and Mr. Wang is an ordinary retired employee. He cannot afford to live in Baoshan, which has the best feng shui, so he can only settle for the next best thing and choose the Ming Tombs.
Speaking of which, the Ming Tombs Cemetery is not cheap. It is not easy for ordinary working-class people to buy a piece of land here and be neighbors with the Zhu family.
I read newspapers every day, and there are sky-high prices for cemeteries all over China. No matter how much I criticize him, it can only be written in three words. Read the book
Useful!
For thousands of years, the custom in China has been that death is greater than life. The older generation like Mr. Wang is very concerned about where they will live after they die.
It was Mr. Wang's decision to live here.
