It's also good to see that the shape on the roll-up banner is wearing a hood mask, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Boss Zhao and Inaka Ming want to set up a booth and let another Qinglong masquerade actor named He Qiang take the wind to the dressing room.

It's strange to say, Feng Manlou obviously didn't know this middle-aged man named He Qiang, and it was impossible for him to hold a grudge, but the other party's eyes were very unkind.

Is there something he doesn't know about here?

Comrade Lao Feng, who had always been cautious, immediately became a little more vigilant.

Carrying a bag of props and costumes, they entered the men's locker room, and many people were also busy changing clothes inside, and after one look at each other, they continued to go about their own business.

Feng Manlou found his own wardrobe, and was about to take off his clothes, when he suddenly heard He Qiang say: "Let's go to the toilet first, the comic exhibition is about to start, and I may not have time to go to the toilet later." ”

"Makes sense. ”

So he followed He Qiang to the toilet again.

As a result, He Qiang took him to turn around, but the toilet was not found, but the road became more and more deviant, and soon the long corridor was only dim lights and cold air.

At a glance, Feng Manlou didn't see the sign of the toilet at all, which made him frown.

"Where the hell do you want to take me?" he asked, pausing.

"Right here. He Qiang turned around and glared at him fiercely, "Boy, you're still a student, right?!"

Feng Manlou was a little displeased, and said that this guy's way of asking was really bad, but in order to figure out his purpose, he still nodded.

"A poor boy from Donghai University from other places?" He Qiang asked.

Feng Manlou continued to nod.

He found that a trace of joy and excitement flashed in He Qiang's eyes after hearing this, and his tone became more and more vicious and domineering.

"Do you know that the job you're doing now was originally my cousin's?!"

"I don't know, Boss Zhao said that there was a job for me, and the pay was not bad, so I came. "The wind is all over the hallway.

He kind of understood what this guy was up to.

"Then now you know, right?!" He Qiang raised his tone, and shouted fiercely.

"Got it, so what?"

"You didn't have a chance to make this money, but now you have earned this money by robbing my cousin's work, what do you think you should do about this?"

Feng Manlou sneered in his heart, feeling that this guy wants to share my salary, no wonder he has to determine whether I am a student from other places to study in the East China Sea.

It turned out to be an abacus that beat a student from a foreign land, even if he was bullied, he didn't dare to speak up.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do." ”

"You're pretending to be confused with me, aren't you?!" He Qiang was furious, and raised his hand to push Feng Manlou against the wall.

The height and weight of the two are almost the same, and Feng Manlou doesn't understand why He Qiang concluded that he would not resist.

Is it because I am a student and others are middle-aged?

He hadn't heard an old saying from Brother Qiang, "Don't you call young people angry?!"

What's more, there is a way to push people, you must stagger your legs and stand firmly, and then combine your waist and horse, and transfer the strength of your whole body to your arms, so that it is possible to push the opponent away or even push him away.

Standing side by side like He Qiang, and pushing flat with one hand, not to mention pushing the other party away, it's good not to lose your balance and fall.

Feng Manlou is here to work to make money, not to grudge with others, whether he can do it or not.

took a step sideways slightly, and made He Qiang push it into the air lightly.

He said unhappily: "If you have something to say, just speak, don't move your hands and feet." ”

He Qiang is just an ordinary low-level native in Donghai City, who usually lives around doing odd jobs, without any background power, and has never fought with anyone seriously.

The only "glorious history" that I can brag about at the wine table for half of my life is just a few years ago when I had my cousin by my side and scolded my colleagues who were grabbing jobs on the street.

Seeing that Feng Manlou was so agile and there was no look of fear on his face, the ferocious arrogance that he mustered up because he was a poor student from other places immediately declined.

But he was unwilling to just forget it, even if it was a third, it would be three hundred yuan smaller!

My cousin sprained his foot last night, and the medical expenses alone cost 160, and he had to rest for a few days, and the contrast between one positive and one was more than 1,000, who can stand it?!

This money must be made up from this kid!

So he steadied his mind and continued to bluff: "Boy, my cousin is divided into four hundred and three, otherwise I will let you have no chance to go back to your hometown!"

Tell you, Lao Tzu is a native of the East China Sea, and a phone call can call hundreds of brothers at any time!"

The wind is full of buildings, and the buildings are almost happy.

This guy can also talk nonsense, and there are hundreds of good brothers, why don't you say that millions of heroes go to the East China Sea!

Now hire a migrant worker to pretend to line up for 200, and it can't be tens of thousands of people to call hundreds of people, big brother, can you only earn 8600 if you pretend to be a green dragon mask for a day?!

"Neurotic, too lazy to pay attention to you. "Feng Manlou turned around and left.

"Hey, I haven't finished yet, you stop!" He Qiang chased after him to drag the wind all over the building.

"Don't take an inch!"

Feng Manlou reflexively used a trick to "block and cut the belt" and threw him out directly.

The marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, and He Qiang slid out four or five meters away like a curling stone, fortunately he didn't hit his head against the wall, but he also fell into a mess.

He was just about to get up and run for his life, when a big foot went straight to the door and fell, causing him to scream in fright.

"Bang" with a muffled sound!

A strong wind blew to the right side of his face, and He Qiangren softened.

"Listen, don't think that I'm afraid of you if I ignore you, I'm too lazy to do anything with you, understand!"

"Yes, understood. ”

Seeing this nest, Feng Manlou became even more angry, and scolded directly, "Also Nima first ask if it is a student from other places."

You're a real funny thing.

Do you think that out-of-town students can let you bully you casually?!

The logic of the real Nyima God is like who is not a flower planter.

And your cousin was in a car accident and lost his job to do my, and I didn't hit your cousin with my car, and you won't look for the perpetrator if you want money!

I also robbed your cousin of his job, and asked me to give you four hundred and three, and there is a whole thing, Nima wants to go crazy for money, right?!"

He Qiang, who was too lazy to pee his pants, walked towards the locker room in the direction of the wind.

There are really all kinds of people in this world, obviously they are a vulnerable group, but they still have to bully more helpless groups, which is even more disgusting than Ding Lei.

Feng Manlou returned to the locker room, asked the others if he was going to the toilet, and peed hard before going back to put on the prop uniform.

When wearing leather pants, he was embarrassed to find......

The skinny leather pants are a little crotch-tight, and I see that I am really a big person.

After changing his clothes, wearing an exaggerated plastic giant sword on his back, and wearing a panda mask with a heavy mechanical punk style, Feng Manlou walked a few steps with his legs between his legs, and did a few split-leg jumps, finally finding a comfortable walking posture.

It didn't take long for me to arrive at the "Kamen Superman of the Flower Planter" booth.

He Qiang's goods have returned, and they are helping Jing Zhongming and Boss Zhao do the final cleaning work.

Seeing him coming, he glanced at him in fear and hurriedly lowered his head and swept the floor.

Jing Zhongming looked at Feng Manlou's appearance and was overjoyed, "Feng Jun, I didn't expect your shoulders to be so broad, your chest muscles so solid, and your gluteal muscles so tight, you are simply the Panda Kamen Figure!"

Feng Manlou and Boss Zhao: "......"

is worthy of being a neon dress person, and it is so obscene to describe a man.