Chapter 871 It’s Really Hard to Make Money for the Virgin Bitch

On TV, Zhuang Buyuan was being interviewed.

Behind him, the ancestors and grandsons of the Chongmo people were assembling houses. For them, this cold weather seemed to be nothing at all. In the weather of minus 20 degrees, they were seen wearing thin clothes and even exposed their clothes. Strong arms.

Several Hammermen squatted nearby and watched. Zhong Damu was very unhappy with them and scolded: "I am working here, and you are watching from the side? Why don't you hurry up and help?"

Hammermen are probably the lowest status creatures in the manor, because most of them are prisoners.

The people from Zhimo were also used to scolding them.

These hammermen themselves were well aware of their status, and upon hearing the words, they quickly stepped forward to help.

Who would have thought that Zhuang Buyuan saw it, and rushed forward with a strong step, saying: "Wait a minute!"

Several hammermen and Zhongmo people were stunned.

"How can you let the Hammer people do work? We established this base to protect the Hammer people and give them a chance to start their lives again. How can you let the Hammer people do these jobs, right?" Zhuang Buyuanyi He spoke sternly, and then said to the Hammer and Yan Yuese beside him: "Come, come here, come here."

The hammer man walked up to Zhuang Buyuan in a daze, his body trembling.

They could smell a cruel smell of blood on Zhuang Buyuan. This man was definitely a tyrant! Super tyrant!

Next to him, Mr. Zhong Mo also looked confused. What is the village owner going crazy about?

No, the village owner must be trying to do something wrong by doing this.

Zhuang Buyuan brought the hammer man to the camera and said, "Everyone has seen that this is the best habitat for the hammer man that we can find."

"But it is not easy to build a hammer rescue camp here." Zhuang Buyuan said, "It is too cold here. Our workers are very inefficient and many people have suffered from frostbite."

The reporter's camera focused on the man working next to him.

Zhong Moren looked blankly, looking at the camera with his shirt off.

Zhuang Buyuan winked at them, and they quickly pretended to be trembling.

Journalists said...

Damn it, can you tell lies with your eyes open?

Zhuang Buyuan quickly changed the subject and said: "Even the Hammers, who are usually not very afraid of the cold, are shivering with cold..."

The camera turned to the hammer man next to him.

Zhuang Buyuan turned around and stared at the manor owner with a cruel inspection. The hammermen were so frightened that they were shaking like chaff.

"We have tried our best to provide a warm and comfortable environment for the Hammers, but supplies are indeed in short supply at the moment. We need to work together to create the future of the Hammers. Do you, in front of the TV, also sympathize with these poor people? Want to give them a better home?”

"I am here to appeal to every caring person in the world, every person who sympathizes with and likes the Hammer people, please extend your hands to help the Hammer people build their own homes and give them a brand new tomorrow... They are just a group of people. Poor homeless people, we should let them feel the warmth of the world."

"Our Hammer Rescue Organization is a non-profit organization that mainly relies on donations to maintain operations. Currently, there is a real shortage of funds. I am here to plead for donations from all over the world. Let us work together to create a better tomorrow for the Hammer People."

"Our donation account is: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. We accept a variety of donation methods and coins. You can log in to the website directly..."

Next to them, several servants of the manor and the chicken knights looked at each other in confusion: "What is the manor doing?"

"Based on my limited knowledge, the owner of the village wants to defraud people of their money again."

"Whose money was defrauded?"

"Of course they are those Hammer fans." Zhuang Buyuan ended the interview, came over and said: "You haven't seen the public opinions on the Internet. A large number of people are calling for giving the Hammers a living space and saving the Hammers. , they also have human rights and so on... Who dares to say a bad word about someone, they are eager to go forward and fight with them."

"There are so many Hammer fans on the Internet. If one person took out a knife, it would be at least tens of millions of dollars!"

"So, even though these hammer men are inconspicuous, they are actually the God of Wealth." Zhuang Buyuan patted a servant next to him on the shoulder and said, "Learn, this is the secret to making money anytime, anywhere! "

The servant immediately nodded repeatedly, expressing his admiration for Zhuang Buyuan's wisdom and martial arts.

Then Zhuang was not far away waiting for donations of all kinds, like snowflakes, flying over from all directions.

In the evening, Zhuang Buyuan asked Liu Jinge: "How much money is there in the donation account?"

Liu Jinge took a look and said: "2.5..."

"100 million?"

"knife."

"250 million knives?" Zhuang Buyuan was extremely happy. Look, look, he made 250 million knives.

"Master, what are you thinking about? It's only 2.5 dollars..."

"What?" Zhuang Buyuan couldn't believe it. He just donated so much?

"Wait a minute..." Zhuang Buyuan suddenly thought of it, "$2.50, isn't it the amount left in it when we opened the account before?"

"Mom is selling batches!" Zhuang Buyuan was unhappy, "These holy bitches were shouting loudly every one of them. When it was their turn to pay, there were none left!"

Zhuang Buyuan turned around and looked at the group of uncles squatting next to the hammer man, and said: "What are you still doing there? Go to work quickly! Don't you see so many houses to be built? Who dares to be lazy? I will sink anyone into the sea!"

The hammer man hurriedly ran to work, scrambling for fear that he would be drowned in the river by Zhuang Buyuan.

Zhuang Buyuan did not expect that this scene would be photographed by a reporter again, and soon the Internet would be abuzz again.

"It is strictly forbidden to abuse Hammermen!"

"The Hammer Man is our friend, not our slave!"

"Tyrant! Executioner who ignores human rights!"

"Please be kind to the hammer people and be kind to the world!"

"Death to the tyrant!"

There were even demonstrations in some places, strongly condemning Zhuang Buyuan's abuse of hammer people.

"Hey, you holy bitches, you don't pay when you pay, but now you are more active?" Zhuang Buyuan was angry, aren't you unhappy? I'll make it even more uncomfortable for you.

Another commercial came on TV.

An iceberg floats on the sea. The side of the iceberg is flattened, and a huge target is painted on it with red paint.

Zhuang Buyuan chased after a hammer man, kicked him down, then dragged him and stuffed him into the barrel.

There was a loud "boom", and the hammer man was shot out. He screamed and shot directly into the iceberg on the opposite side. With a pop, he plunged into the iceberg.

"7 rings!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." The hammer man was shot out like a barrage of cannons, and was densely embedded in the iceberg on the opposite side, struggling pitifully.

"Warriors, do you want to enjoy the fun of firing the Hammer Man cannon? For only 100,000 dollars, you can personally defeat and capture the Hammer Man and launch the Hammer Man out! We are waiting for you at the Green Island Port Hammer Man Rescue Camp, dear... "

You can definitely make money this time!