Chapter 295 The Cruel Manor Owner Who Eats Chicken Wings

In the hotel, the office workers and the short-haired women were all frantic.

Dazhu has disappeared for several days, and he doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead.

In their panic, the office worker and the short-haired woman almost called the police.

"Police uncle? Our friend was caught snooping for information at someone else's house. Please help me rescue him!"

Fall, how can you call the police?

Once they are on the police's record, how can they continue to operate within the state in the future?

What's more important is that if someone in their line of work has a criminal record with the police, how can they get a job!

Why don't you go to the police and report it every time: "Police, we are going to steal information from a competing company! You guys are so proud!"

"If this were in the Nut State, our action team would have already driven in with an armed helicopter! Why is it in the state..." The office worker felt weak all over.

Just when the two of them thought they could build a tomb for Dazhu, the office worker suddenly received an authentication message on his cell phone: "I, the owner of the manor, pay for it!"

What?

Even the well-informed office worker looked confused at this moment. He subconsciously wanted to delete this person, but suddenly he had an idea.

The owner of the manor? Make money?

"Hurry, hurry! There's news from Dazhu!" The office worker quickly called the short-haired woman over. The two of them leaned in front of the phone and clicked to confirm.

Sure enough, the other party immediately sent over a photo of Dazhu.

Dazhu in the photo is looking at the camera with a dull expression, like a rag doll that has been played with.

But it can be seen that he is still alive.

"Still alive, still alive! Great!" The two cried with joy, finally there was news!

"What requests do you have? Just ask!" The office worker quickly typed a few words and sent it out.

A few seconds later, the other party sent a picture.

A frontal, bareheaded photo of a man over fifty years old with gray hair.

? ? ?

The two monks, Zhang Er, were confused. Who was this? Could it be that they were also kidnapped? This person is not one of ours...

"No, I know this person...his name is Luo Qiao..." the short-haired woman said, "He is the founder of Xucheng Tunnel Construction. What does it mean to know this person?"

However, the two of them are worthy of being engaged in intelligence. They quickly figured out the joints. Then the office worker almost dropped his mobile phone: "I dropped it, and he asked me for a Luo Qiao. Why didn't he die? Let Dazhu go." Die, I will pretend that I don’t have this brother!”

"Calm down, calm down, let's try to bargain!" The short-haired woman quickly grabbed the office worker, clicked on the picture modification, and after a while, sent a picture back.

Zhuang Buyuan turned on his phone and said dumbfounded: "This counteroffer is really cruel!"

On the mobile phone, in the picture sent by the other party, only the ends of Luo Qiao's hair could be seen.

"Of course. If this guy is worth a pound, wouldn't it be worth more than me?" Luo Qiao reached out and touched the head of Dazhu next to him, "Young man, you have to work harder!"

Dazhu looked blank, hopeless.

Zhuang Buyuan took a ruler to measure it, and was shocked: "The counteroffer reached one-tenth of a Luo! This bargaining method is amazing! Watch me counteroffer again!"

Zhuang Buyuan clicked on the picture to edit, cut the picture to Luo Qiao's chest and sent it back.

Zhuang Buyuan: "0.9 Luo!"

Office worker: "0.2 Luo!"

Zhuang Buyuan: "7/8 Luo!"

Office worker: "1/4 Luo!"

Kanzhuang Buyuan and the office worker were constantly haggling over the price. Others were dumbfounded. As the target of bargaining and the subject of the back-and-forth, Dazhu and Luo Qiao had very complicated expressions and moods.

Finally, both parties reached a consensus and the final price was 0.3 Luo!

The office worker wiped his sweat and asked the short-haired woman next to him: "How much money do we have left in the small disposable reserve fund in the state?"

"In total, there are more than four million nut coins..."

The office worker did some math in his mind, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's enough..."

Then asked Zhuang Buyuan: "When will the transaction be made?"

Zhuang Buyuan directly sent over the leaflet specifically for extortion and donation to the zoo.

"No, we have to hand over the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand... No, hand over the people with the other hand! We will never send the money without handing over the people!"

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At night, at nine o'clock, near Jiahu and Niushan Town, the fallen dragons Bi Sanjin and Bi Siliang cautiously emerged from the wildlife park. One of them still had a big pillar under his arm.

"卼" is the surname of the fallen dragon people, which is actually a pictographic character.

In the earliest writing method, the word "crisis" is above the word "wu". It looks like a fallen dragon man with a long tail, horns on his head, arms folded across his chest and arms stretched out.

In other words, this is not a word, but a simple drawing, because the fallen dragon people are not illiterate, they just drew a simple drawing to represent themselves.

Over time, this symbol was adopted by the manor owners and turned into words. It is also the only word that most of the fallen dragon people know in their lives.

The fallen dragons are a bit like ponies. They can run and jump soon after they are born, and they can rob and hunt with their parents. The naming of the fallen dragons is very simple and straightforward. For example, the names of these two people are the first time they robbed after they were born. The weight of the loot.

Three pounds and four ounces.

After leaving the wildlife park, Sanjin and Siliang looked at the empty Jiahu, widened their eyes and said, "Are we coming out of the manor?"

The two of them stood there in silence, breathing deeply the free air. It was too scary in the manor. They were hung from trees most of the time, and many times they were threatened to kill them.

After taking a few silent breaths, Si Liang suddenly said: "San Jin, let's run away!"

"Run away?" Sanjin touched his chest, "The owner said that if you accept the card, you will become his servant, and you can't run away... And I like this card, so I don't want to give it back!"

"We can escape with the cards!" Si Liang said again.

This idea was too tempting. Sanjin thought about it for a long time with his eyes wide open, then shook his head and said: "No, we can't run away. The manor owner is a cruel manor owner! He will be killed!"

"Falled dragons are cruel!" Si Liang waved his hand: "The village owner is just a stupid and weak two-legged man, I can crush him with one hand!"

"No, he is really cruel..." Sanjin shook his head repeatedly, "Yesterday when I was in the tree, I saw them roasting bird wings..."

"Bird wings are delicious, I like eating them too!" Si Liang grinned.

"Third uncle said that whoever made a mistake would have his arm chopped off by the cruel manor owner. Third uncle's arm was chopped off by the cruel manor owner..." Sanjin Ji Lingling shuddered and stretched out her hand to gesture. "A bird only has two wings, but they roasted as many wings as the hands of fifty fallen dragonmen!"

Si Liang was stunned: "You mean..."

"Those birds must have offended the owner of the village, so they cut off their wings alive and roasted them on the fire. Otherwise, how could there be so many wings to eat? Why only eat the wings and not all of them? The birds with their wings cut off must be there Where they are wailing and struggling, trying to survive, but they bleed to death and gradually become cold..."

"None of us fallen dragons can do such a cruel thing! The village owner is so cruel!" Si Liang hugged San Jin, "San Jin, what should we do?"

So terrible, so terrible!

"So we must be obedient..."

Dazhu, who was pinched by three pounds under his arm, burst into tears: I was wrong, I will never eat chicken wings again...

It turns out that eating chicken wings is such a cruel thing...

Manor prompt: "The loyalty of the manor guardian's three kilograms and four forty ounces has increased..."

Zhuang Buyuan: Meow?