“…… Next month, the money will increase by 10%, if anyone can't complete it for two consecutive months, then you all know the rules of the Bamboo Union Gang, we don't raise waste, and then just disappear for me. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The old dragon gave an order mercilessly, and in his slightly open eyes, the essence light emitted pierced the hearts of every middle-level cadre, making them unconsciously open the eyes of the old dragon.

When the person in charge of those who did not achieve good results kept wiping his sweat, Lao Long had already said to the subordinate in charge of the tourism company: "Tell Lao Gong that the number of tourists in the mainland has decreased in the past few months, so there is no business, I don't blame him, from the next time the money will be calculated according to 20% off, but if he still can't pay it, then I will take his wife to reclaim the sea, if it can't be completed next month, and then use his son to reclaim the sea!"

"Ming, understood, Uncle Long. The person in charge had to agree with him.

At this time, these middle-aged people in the entire conference room didn't dare to breathe, and they sat there one by one as if walking on thin ice and waiting for the old dragon's lecture.

"Everyone, the Bamboo Union Gang can have today's scale, relying on everyone's efforts and contributions to the community, so don't blame me for urging you unkindly, every penny you hand over will eventually be spent on you and your family, I can tell you that the members of the community secretly support have occupied important seats in the Legislative Council, or it won't be long before a new president wearing bamboo leaves on his chest will be born on Treasure Island. ”

Lao Long's confident words instantly filled every middle-aged person in the conference room with electricity, and they exchanged their heads with joy, excitedly imagining a bright future after the Bamboo Union Gang took control of the political arena. And the old dragon, who was standing on the side with a calm face, was always vigilant, and did not show any overly intoxicated expression in front of this group of men.

While Lao Long, the uncrowned king of the underground world of the treasure island, was pushing his huge black gold empire forward, Hou Rui, who was in the town, was bored watching TV.

Some nonsensical variety shows are playing on the TV, and bursts of laughter are heard from time to time, although Hou Rui's eyes are staring at the TV screen, but his mind is constantly recalling what Lao Long told him, everything about the organizational structure.

War, death, pestilence, and hunger, aren't these the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse taken from Christianity? It seems that the organization really intends to control the life and death of all mankind, otherwise it would not use such exaggerated allegories and image totems to divide the internal structure, as if it is ready to start the doomsday judgment for all mankind.

But after thinking about it deeply, with biological and chemical nuclear weapons in his hands, and then he can also influence the political situation of some countries, maybe it is not impossible to manipulate the world in the shadows, if the organization is willing to provoke a world war, it is not a difficult thing, in comparison, but it seems that a little minion like himself can really survive in such a dark empire?

"No! Even if I am going to be swallowed up by this dark empire in the end, I must drag the pervert of the Wood Demon to the end, otherwise what will happen to the hatred of my parents, Cheng Lin's hatred, Xia Xiaoru and Ma Siyuan? ”

Hou Rui, who was clenching his fists, swore in his heart, when his eyes exuded infinite murderous aura, revealing a demeanor of choosing people to devour, the grandmother not far away suddenly shouted: "Lunch is ready, let's eat it quickly!"

"......" Soon Hou Rui put away his thoughts, hid the killing intent in his eyes, and began the last day of peaceful life.

Early the next morning, Hou Rui got up early, and in order to keep his body in the best condition, Hou Rui also went out for a jog of five kilometers in advance to keep his body in an active state. However, when the car sent by Lao Long to pick up Hou Rui appeared, Hou Rui was still taken aback.

"Chen Zhizhou Funeral Service Company?" Hou Rui's eyes blinked, and then he confirmed that he was really not mistaken, this old dragon sent to pick him up was really a pure black hearse.

"Hey, uncle, are you mistaken?" Hou Rui was a little disgusted by the car, so he said to the driver of the hearse, an uncle with a white vest with a shoulder basket, revealing two tattoos full of flowers on his arms.

"That's right, Mr. Long called me over, and I said do you want to get in the car? If not, I have to go to other places to start work, so I can only go first. Uncle Tattoo also said very politely, revealing an obvious impatience in his tone.

Since he has promised Lao Long, Hou Rui has to take a look at what he said to see what the training Lao Long said is all about, so Hou Rui stretched his face, got into the hearse expressionlessly, and began to follow the tattooed uncle out of the town and all the way to Kaohsiung City.

This was Hou Rui's first visit to the core city of Treasure Island, so at first he was very interested in the roadside scene, but when he found that the development level here was only or slightly inferior to that of the capital, his interest quickly faded. An hour later, when Hou Rui's car approached the destination of the trip, there were probably only two things left for Hou Rui to remember, one was the huge army of sheep locomotives on the street, and the other was the betel nut Shih Tzu that appeared on the side of the road from time to time.

When Hou Rui's gaze inadvertently swept over the scantily clad girls, the tattooed uncle sitting on the side suddenly smiled ambiguously, and then as soon as he turned the steering wheel, the black hearse turned around sharply and turned into a back street.

"What's wrong? It's the place?" Hou Rui had just finished asking, and a girl who looked 18-9 years old, with a very plump figure, wearing a flesh-colored three-point bikini, and only a layer of transparent black veil on the outside, ran out of the betel nut shop.

"Ah Zhen, I'm here to patronize you again, come for five hundred pieces of betel nut. The tattooed uncle shouted at the black gauze girl with ease.

"Okay, uncle, wait a minute. The girl who heard the offer of the tattooed uncle said a crisp word, and immediately turned back to the store, and a few seconds later, she returned with a large bag of betel nuts.

And the tattooed uncle also cooperated at this time to lower the glass of the window, so the betel nut Shih Tzu named Ah Zhen poked his entire upper body into the car from the window, especially the pair of plump breasts almost to Hou Rui in the passenger seat.

Just as Hou Rui felt uncomfortable and shrank back, the tattooed uncle unceremoniously stuffed a 500 yuan bill into Ah Zhen's bikini, and then the tattooed uncle didn't even look at the bag of betel nuts, he directly kneaded Ah Zhen's chest in front of Hou Rui.

When the piece of meat kept changing shape on the tips of the tattooed uncle's fingers, the tattooed uncle was still glaring at Hou Rui from the corner of his eye, and his mouth was even more obscene and said: "Boy, do you want to try it, Ah Zhen's hand feels very good!"

"No need!" Hou Rui, who already understood that this was the tattooed uncle deliberately showing off, replied coldly.

Seeing that his little trick had no effect, the tattooed uncle lost his interest in continuing to play, and finally let go of Ah Zhen with a hard pinch, and then he started the car lazily, and it took more than ten minutes to send Hou Rui to the hall of a single-family building with the sign of "Chen Zhizhou Funeral Service Company".

"When you get to the place, someone will greet you when you walk in. The tattooed uncle said to Hou Rui as he pointed to the side of the hall with his chin, indicating Hou Rui's next goal.

After getting out of the car silently, the tattooed uncle immediately drove the hearse away, and then Hou Rui could only walk slowly towards the hall.

This hall is completely set up as a farewell mourning hall, whether it is the word "Dian" hanging high on the wall, or the strings of wreath candles in the corner, or the crystal coffin in the middle of the hall made of chrysanthemums, in short, all of these are the same as when the funeral is held.

Hou Rui, who had already walked to the end of the hall, looked at the two doors in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, and after a little thought, he decided not to trespass, so he asked loudly, "Is anyone there?"

"Who is it?" said Uncle Long, who introduced you!" came the voice of promise from behind the door on the right.

"That's right. ”

"Then come in by yourself, I'm still busy, it's not convenient to open the door. The man behind the door continued.

"......" Since everyone said so, Hou Rui carefully leaned forward and opened the door, and then entered the preparation room at the back of the hall, where a man who looked about 40 years old was concentrating on his work, he was putting on makeup for an old lady lying on a gurney, and put on the makeup when he said goodbye to relatives and friends.

Hou Rui didn't rush to talk to the man, he just stood there, patiently watching the other party meticulously carry out the work at hand.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the middle-aged man carefully finished the last step of lipstick for the old lady, and then the middle-aged man took a step back and carefully admired his work, and then raised his head to look at Hou Rui and looked him up and down.

"Young man, do you know what Uncle Long is going to do when he arranges for you to come over?" the middle-aged man finally asked Hou Rui.

"I don't know!"

"Hehe, it's okay, you'll find out right away. After speaking, the middle-aged man beckoned to Hou Rui, and then took the lead in walking towards another small door behind the preparation room. (To be continued.) )

ps: Isn't the master of pig's feet very distinctive, brothers, what do you guess will happen to pig's feet?