Chapter 167 Old Qing, Old Qing! Don’t Blame Me for Slapping You, It’s All for Your Own Good! (Second Update)

"???"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's question, Zhao Fangxu, who had played tricks with countless old foxes on the other end of the phone, was a little stunned by the question.

He thought that Zhou Fengliu might ask: Why me, I may not be able to do it, the company's arrangement was too sudden, and other such questions, but he never expected that Zhou Fengliu's only question would be like this.

Is it considered overtime?

Will I be paid overtime?

Is this the brain circuit of contemporary young people?

Zhao Fangxu touched his drooping face and couldn't understand the thinking of young people nowadays.

Is there really a generation gap?

"You are indispensable in the issue of treatment. As long as you complete the Biyou Village operation well... this will be a great achievement of yours in the company." Zhao Fangxu said.

"Understood, President Zhao."

After hearing that it was considered overtime, Zhou Fengliu nodded in satisfaction and responded.

"Well, you can go to Xiao Si or those temporary workers to share the specific information."

"Okay..."

The call ended.

Zhou Fengliu let out a long sigh.

He didn't care about the performance that Zhao Fangxu said. He was more concerned about whether this task was considered overtime. After Zhao Fangxu's affirmation, the last bit of hesitation in his heart was gone.

With the company's arrangement, all unreasonable places became reasonable and legal.

All the money earned from the tasks in Biyou Village is in line with the income from work! A reasonable income that can help him practice through [Money is Power].

From top to bottom, from inside to outside, it is justified.

Perfect.

Just as Zhou Fengliu was sighing, he suddenly heard a strange cry from a house that attracted his attention.

Originally, he would not be interested in a few strange cries, but the key is that these strange cries sounded like... Zhuge Qing's voice?

Yes...

It was like Zhuge Qing's voice.

A group of sultry people.

Zhou Fengliu groped in the direction of the source of the sound and finally stopped in front of a house.

That's right...

The strange sound came from here.

"Old Qing, is that you?"

Zhou Fengliu knocked on the door and asked, but no one answered. Just as he was about to knock again, Zhuge Qing's voice came from the room.

"No...don't."

"No...he is mine, everything he has is mine!"

Hearing Zhuge Qing muttering like a schizophrenic, Zhou Fengliu simply opened the door.

Zhuge Qing was barefoot and wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, leaning against a corner of the bed. He was tightly against the wall, and he was nervous. He didn't know how many days he hadn't slept. He was trembling all over as if he had been frightened by something.

On a table not far away, a very simple little book was quietly placed there. It seemed to be a kind of imprisonment that attracted Zhuge Qing's attention.

"Fuck...Old Qing, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so lame?" Seeing Zhuge Qing in such a mess, Zhou Fengliu was a little shocked.

Zhuge Qing in front of him didn't look like a handsome man in the past. He looked like a madman.

Facing his question, Zhuge Qing did not answer, but stared at the small book on the table.

Zhou Fengliu followed Zhuge Qing's line of sight and saw the things on the table.

What is this?

Wait...

Divine Machine Hundred Refinement?

Zhou Fengliu, who knew the original plot, remembered that Zhuge Qing seemed to have helped Ma Xianhong repair the furnace and thus obtained the Divine Machine Hundred Refinement, but he let it burn without practicing it.

"Don't touch it! This is my thing! Mine!"

Just as Zhou Fengliu walked over curiously to take a look, Zhuge Qing rushed over like a psychopath who had his treasure robbed, and picked up the small book of Divine Machine Hundred Refinement.

"No... This shouldn't be my thing, it shouldn't be..." The moment Zhuge Qing picked up the small book, he threw it to the ground fiercely, just like Liu Bei threw Adou back then, although it looked very cruel, but in fact it was merciful.

"Whose this is, what does it have to do with me? I don't care, I don't care about it!"

Zhuge Qing shook his head and said to himself.

"..."

Watching Zhuge Qing's performance, Zhou Fengliu knew that he had a demon in his heart.

How to say it?

Is this thing so attractive?

Zhou Fengliu felt that he didn't have such a big reaction when he held the Tongtian Talisman at that time. Even if the Tongtian Talisman is in his hand now, he never rushes to take the Tongtian Talisman as a big treasure.

How can he have such a mentality?

Zhou thought carefully.

Oh.

It turns out that he is cheating.

He has a bunch of skills comparable to the Eight Wonders, so he doesn't think the Eight Wonders are treasures.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fengliu is ready to persuade Zhuge Qing.

The Eight Wonders are too deep, Qingzi can't grasp them.

"Old Qing..." Seeing him gently pick up the Shenji Bailian on the ground.

...

Just when Zhou Fengliu touched the Shenji Bailian booklet, Zhuge Qing was furious and wanted to attack him again.

The Qimen Bureau was opened as soon as it was said.

It was so fast, even faster than when he was awake, without any mercy.

Of course.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing didn't care whether the position of this Qimen Bureau was in line with the five elements and eight trigrams, and directly tied Zhou Fengliu with a Xun-shaped wind rope.

Seeing the airflow in front of him turned into a rope and flew towards him, Zhou Fengliu shook his head.

Playing with airflow in front of him... Isn't that a pure reverse version... Can't you tell the difference between the big and small kings?

Zhou Fengliu cut the wind rope casually, then looked at Zhuge Qing and sighed, saying: "Old Qing, since you have fallen into the devil, don't blame me, I am also very sad."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuge Qing had not yet reacted to what happened, and saw a big fight slapping towards his cheek.

The strong wind made him feel that this fight was absolutely extraordinary before he was slapped.

Snap——

With this power released on his face without reservation, his handsome face was like a stone falling into a pool of water, causing ripples.

Swoosh——

Zhuge Qing flew up.

After rolling three and a half times in the air, he hit a wall directly and stopped, sliding to the ground.

To be honest, Zhuge Qing had never felt Zhou Fengliu's big fight in Luotian Dajiao before, and he had no deep understanding of the title of the God of Fighting.

And this time... just being hit by this small fight almost sent him to see Zhuge Patriarch.

If this moment were frozen into a painting, the name of the painting would be [Fengliu Shan (fan) Qingtu].

...

"Old Qing, are you awake? If not, I'll do it again?" Zhou Fengliu kindly approached and asked Zhuge Qing.

Look.

What a serious employee of Nadutong Company, who still maintains warm care for the "traitor" who unfortunately went astray.

"Ahem..."

Zhuge Qing trembled and stood up against the wall. At this moment, he felt dizzy. The inner demon seemed to have left his heart at this moment, giving him a brief clarity of mind.

"Old Zhou..." Before Zhuge Qing could say anything, he saw another Bidou fan coming over, which made him more alert...

"Old Zhou... Stop fanning, I'm much more awake... Stop fanning."

Zhuge Qing saw that Zhou Fengliu had no intention of stopping, and regardless of the pain on his face, he hurriedly spoke.

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Ps: I ask for everything every day. The support of all godfathers is the biggest motivation for me to write this long book.

Although I am short, I am long-lasting O_o.