Chapter Twenty-Three: Acting Isn't It
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Who's out of balance?"
"Come, tell me there's no balance there, and I'll help you balance it out. ā
While speaking, Liu Yong clenched his fists and made a "rattle, rattle" sound, and took a step forward gently.
"Whoa!"
With a sound, the crowd of people who were watching the lively melon eating instantly took a step back from the outside.
Wang Fatzi was originally standing in front, big and slow, after the melon-eating crowd took a step back, his fat body instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Ugh!"
Under Liu Yong's obscene aura, Wang Fatzi was stunned for seconds, and the original righteous words on his face, the expression of asking for the people's life, disappeared in an instant.
The voice in his mouth disappeared in an instant.
Looking at Liu Yong who was approaching in front of him, Wang Fatzi remembered Liu Yong's glorious achievements in Hongtang Village in the past.
He swayed his two white, tender, fat and round palms in a panic, like a giant beckoning cat.
"No, no, no, no imbalance. ā
Wang Fatzi was so frightened by Liu Yong that he couldn't even speak.
"Why doesn't this gym charge protection money?"
Liu Yong turned his head to look at the melon-eating crowd around and said, "Just rely on my Liu Yong's words, which of you has an opinion?"
Under the pressure of his aura, where his eyes passed, one was counted as one, and the melon-eating masses present all bowed their heads, for fear of being taken by Liu Yong, and pulled out and beat them violently.
Wang Fatzi also took advantage of Liu Yong's turn of his head to exert all his strength and squeeze his fat body like a ball into the crowd of melon-eating people who were watching the excitement.
"It seems that the reason why Liu Yong cares so much about the small broken iron room is that the focus is on this god-level priest stool that looks like a ball. ā
He stared at the black, god-level priest's stool that looked like a giant dinosaur egg, and thought to himself, "I just need to think of a way to get this priest's stool." ā
"When the time comes, naturally Liu Yong will no longer be in charge of the broken gym, I can also rent this land, rebuild a tall gym, and by the way, I can hug Brother Yong's thighs and walk sideways in this Hongtang Village. ā
Thinking like this, Wang Fatzi, looking at the priest's stool, his expression was full of enthusiasm and urgency.
"Huh!"
"Then where is the fat man?"
When Liu Yong looked back and looked again, he found that Boss Wang had buried his big body in the melon-eating crowd very quickly.
"It's quite able to run, didn't you just say that it was unbalanced, do you have an opinion in your heart?"
"I was about to help you balance it when the man was gone. ā
"Count you as fast as you run. ā
He turned his head and looked at the black shell of the god-level priest's stool, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.
"According to my temper and habits, I will definitely move home to this priest's bench today and have fun for a few days. ā
As soon as Liu Yong said this, the little brothers behind him all showed expectant looks in their eyes, and they all began to rub their palms and sharpen their fists, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to start.
The onlookers who ate melons also showed expressions on their faces.
Xiao Bai was nervous for a moment, and secretly pondered and hesitated in his heart: "Do I want to defend the priest's bench to the death?" Or do I want to sell this god-level priest's bench for a good price?"
"But who makes me love fitness?"
"It's broken, but it's the only gym in Hongtang Village, and this god-level priest's bench is the only thing in this gym that can be on the table. ā
"If I move it out, I guess your gym will not be far from going out of business. ā
"In this way, I will take it as a good thing, not only will you not have to pay management fees for this gym in the future, if anyone else is looking for trouble with you, then just report my name, and I will cover the entrance of your supermarket." ā
Liu Yong said with a domineering wave of his hand.
"Ahh
As soon as he said this, the group of people around him were dumbfounded.
"Brother Yong, is this taking the wrong medicine, how can he do great things, it's not like his style at all!"
"Could it be that this iron restaurant is actually opened by himself, this young man is just the person he invited, Liu Yong is here today, just a good show directed and acted by himself?"
The melon-eating crowd A slapped his head and said the voice of the big guy, and for a while, the ringer was like a cloud, and there was a lot of discussion.
"If you want to say that, I think it makes sense and makes sense, no wonder Liu Yong is so good at talking today, doing good deeds with kindness, it turns out that he is acting!"
"What kind of dilapidated tin room, what kind of ghost god-level priest stool, it costs 888 to use it once, how is it possible, it's purely to fool people!"
"Fuck! Brother Yong, this is too bad, he used to blatantly charge management fees, but now he will follow the routine and dig a pit. ā
"Nima, this is immediately an urban village! Brother Yong really knows how to play!"
"Okay! Then let's play with Brother Yong, just take a look, don't pay for it, fools will get rid of this pit!"
The people who eat melons quickly gathered the wisdom of everyone, and in a short period of time, they came to a conclusion that conformed to common sense and logical inference.
"Nima!"
Listening to the discussion in the crowd, Liu Yong expressed his displeasure.
"It's not easy for me to do a good deed, but you actually say that I have a deep routine. ā
"Who, give me ten more tickets, and I'll play a few more times to let you know if this is a routine. ā
He beckoned and shouted at Xiaobai.
"Haha! It's ten tickets!"
After Yao Xiaobai heard Liu Yong's words, he was very happy, and the little abacus in his heart crackled: "One ticket costs 888, ten tickets are 8880, each ticket, I can earn 88, and ten tickets are 880!"
"880 a day, a month is 30,000 yuan, that is worth my previous salary for moving bricks for a year, and now there is a month before the Spring Festival, so I have to work hard, and I will have the money to go home for the New Year!"
"Moreover, selling these ten tickets is to complete the second small task of the system, and it is said that there is a water dispenser as a reward!"
"Hahaha!"
He thought, thought, thought to himself and smiled.
"Can't be sold. ā
At this time, a cold sentence came from the system in his mind, which was like a basin of ice water, which extinguished Yao Xiaobai's fiery expectations for a better life.
"Ahh
"Why can't you sell it?"
"One ticket is 888, and finally someone wants to buy it in a group, but you don't sell it?
He was furious and crackled and complained to the system.
"I don't do group buying, I can only retail, I'm afraid that if the business is good in the future, the tickets will be monopolized. ā
"Our goal is to be the world's first iron restaurant, so that more people can feel the fun of iron, rather than just serving a small number of people. ā
The system said such a lofty reason, so that Xiaobai couldn't catch up for a while.
"You can discuss it, there are exceptions to everything!"
"No, there's nothing to say about the principle. ā
"Nima! ā
He spit viciously.
With a black face, he turned his head to Liu Yong and said, "You can't sell it." ā
"Hahaha! ā
As soon as he said this, the eyes of the people who eat melons were bright, and they immediately made a judgment.