The sun was shining on me at around three o'clock in the afternoon. There was a large bamboo chair placed at the door of a Chinese-Asian style mansion. Boss Dao was sitting on it, basking in the sun... Other parts were fine, except for his forehead, which was a little bit... hot.
Today, Boss Dao was not wearing any equipment. He was wearing a pair of Chinese and Asian-style cloth shoes, and a loose and soft silk shirt and trousers.
Before I knew something was wrong with me, I actually didn't feel anything at all. After I found out, I suddenly felt like I was a patient and I had to act like one.
"What if I end up in the operating room tomorrow and can't get out, our group..." Dao Boss suddenly said sadly as he squinted at the empty yard in front of him.
"No, Ajing and the others said that Dr. Zhe is very powerful. Boss, don't worry." Filio stood beside him and comforted him.
"That's right. By the way, where are they?"
"I haven't seen them. Didn't Berrick come to borrow someone yesterday? The five of them went there. Maybe they haven't recovered yet. And then they will still be alive tomorrow night... What, Black Fang is here again. I borrowed it once and he said that their formations were very solid," Filiou said.
"Oh." Boss Dao nodded. He didn't really want to admit it, because that would be very pretentious, but he just couldn't stand it and felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.
"Why are these boys so ignorant?! I regard them as lucky stars and confidants... They are like social butterflies. They do whatever is asked of them and don't know any rules."
In fact, Han Qingyu rejected it, but Filio didn't mention it. Yesterday, when Liu Lang of the Shelvey Corps came to borrow people, he called their names and he refused in public.
"If this continues, I don't know if they will still be considered members of my group after I get better in two months." Boss Dao muttered in his heart.
To be honest, Boss Dao is quite worried about this and is quite reluctant to part with it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have run to see if they were back after drinking that night. If he didn't go and eat the dragon...he would be hopeless in two months.
"So they are really my lucky stars!" Boss Dao thought.
"Actually, boss..." Filio hesitated for a moment.
"Huh?" Dao Boss came back to his senses and raised his head, "You tell me."
"I think it's really not okay to not work for two months. One is that we have put off all the work. It is very difficult for those people who have booked with us to find other companies. The second one is that we have The momentum is also gone. Thirdly, I’m afraid that people’s hearts will be scattered..."
There was worry hidden in Filion's eyes. In the past two days, not only Ah Jing and the five of them have been traveling frequently with tour groups, but the other team members have also begun to look for other jobs.
Although they are said to be disbanded, in fact the current group of people in the group have gradually become fixed in the past period.
The stable existence and growth of an absolute number of fixed combat forces is an important process for a group to become a top team, and it is also one of the most necessary conditions.
"Yeah." Boss Dao nodded. As the boss, he naturally knows these things.
They were originally on the best development trend, but suddenly it stopped. I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get back on track again.
But there was nothing he could do. How can people get sick in a place like the City of Injustice? ! But he is just sick.
"It's okay. When I get better, let's reopen the situation..." Dao Dao said with force.
"My idea is that I will take my brothers to work first in these two months. We can take on less work, but don't stop all." Filio said directly, looking into the eyes of Dao Boss, and said: "Don't worry, I can Hold on."
"Bullshit! Without me, you will die if you go." Boss Dao rejected him directly, slumped down on the chair, shook his head, and muttered, "No, no..."
In every previous battle, Boss Dao knew very well how many dead spots he had filled. If we really let these people out and let them do it by themselves, I'm afraid that half of it will be lost after two attempts.
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A little later, Third Block.
Wen Jifei was sitting at the counter of a small shop...the same shop where he had bought cigarettes on credit before. The money hasn't been given yet, and the landlady hasn't asked him for it yet. At this time, Manji was helping to look after the store while chatting with the proprietress.
"Sister, I want to ask you something, is there anyone in Injustice City who has a particularly bad reputation and is extremely rich, but has average strength?!" Wen Jifei said softly.
The boss lady in her thirties with a charming mole at the corner of her eye put down the melon seeds that had been handed to her mouth, raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily without saying loudly:
"No! Who in the Injustice City has money but no strength?! If he dares to have money without strength... he would have died eight hundred times earlier."
"oh."
"I'm telling you, don't have those crooked thoughts. You are not capable of doing that kind of thing." The proprietress said with a serious look: "I don't want to open the store one morning and see your bodies lying on the street. Come on. Just stay calm and survive."
"Hey." Wen Jifei nodded obediently.
The landlady threw him a pack of cigarettes.
Wen Jifei took it apart and put it down again.
Come to the guests, he got up and greeted.
At the same time, in another shop about 100 meters away, He Tangtang was helping the noodle shop owner cut noodles.
The little king was sitting at an alley of more than 500 meters away, looking at the opposite side, the girls standing at the door of the shop. Supposedly he should have money, but they wouldn't give it to him.
Wu Shi passed by him with his head lowered, holding a broom in his left hand and a garbage bucket in his right hand without saying a word.
After walking for more than a hundred meters, he walked to the garbage truck and emptied the garbage into the truck.
"How are you doing over there?" Han Qingyu asked.
"Yeah." Wu Shi held the broom handle in his arms and nodded against the door of the garbage truck.
"Then I'm at a loss. I have two buckets here and I haven't finished sweeping them yet." Han Qingyu gestured with the garbage bucket in his hand and turned around and walked to the other side.
They came over this afternoon to cover Qian Daofeng and Ao Yong's class.
Those two guys just got new knives and new devices yesterday. They were so excited that they came back and gesticulated with each other in the yard... Because they were not familiar with the new devices, they lost control and stabbed each other and then lay down.
"Mei Xi must be bored at home." When he lowered his head to sweep away a piece of glass shards, Han Qingyu was thinking, why don't we just let her come out directly in the future?
This afternoon, Han Qingyu had already seen four men in full armor passing by on the street, although their armor looked much worse.
Just as I was thinking, "Squeak...!"
The red sports car drove past and then turned back. The speed of turning back was not slow at all, and it suddenly stopped.
Han Qingyu tilted his head and looked blankly at the brown-haired girl in the car.
"Do you remember me? Is your English any better?" Lynn asked, holding the steering wheel in her hand and tilting her head.
Han Qingyu didn't remember her, but he glanced at her bag on the passenger seat and remembered her. He nodded and said in English: "Remember."
Because he has been hanging around outside for more than two months, his English is barely passable now.
"Well, my name is Lynn." The brown-haired girl's eyes turned to him, and she was a little absent-minded... Finally, she realized it and hurriedly covered it up and said: "We haven't been to that bar since then... We have been. Once, but I didn’t see you.”
So you owe me money! Han Qingyu thought and nodded.
"I, I just passed by and happened to see you...I'm glad you are still alive and have found a new job. It's a good job." Lynn said a little embarrassed.
"Thanks."
"Yeah." Lynn looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and reached into her bag.
She first took out five 100-denomination rice knives, thought about it, added five more, thought again, pinched two dead iron fragments and put them under the money, handed them over together and said: "It's not charity, uh, it's Thank you for the profile.”
Han Qingyu didn't understand the term "silhouette". But, "You probably didn't mean to sleep with me."
Didn't she say it was charity? Actually, it doesn't matter, girl. Han Qingyu happily accepted the money and said with a smile: "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm leaving." The sports car drove away. Lynn turned back, smiled, waved and said, "Stay alive, I hope to see you next time."
"You too." Han Qingyu gave a rare sincere smile and waved his hand.
Wait for him to come back.
Another car parked not far ahead. The door opened and a cigarette box was dropped.
Han Qingyu waited for a few seconds, walked over, leaned over and swept the cigarette box into the trash can.
"Aren't you lucky enough?"
When the sound came from the car,
Han Qingyu looked at his chest.
There, a knife was leaning against the car door, the tip of the knife less than five centimeters away, pointing towards his heart.
"I guess you are definitely stronger than we thought, but not enough. Don't resist. Mr. Jiwa is Class A..." In the passenger seat, Liu Lang tilted his head and smiled and said, "Can you help Ao Yong and Qian Dao?" Feng Ge has a new knife and a new device, but you don’t seem to be that simple.”
"But I don't seem to have offended you." Han Qingyu said sincerely, turning his head to look here.
Liu Lang suddenly laughed, as if he thought this was funny, and said: "You have offended me, especially when you may be rich, so you have offended me greatly...get in the car. Or die here."
