Nie Feng finished the cigarette in his hand in one go, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stepped on it fiercely.

Suddenly, he said: "Fatty, I'm helping the official do an important task, why don't you come to help, and then you will have a share in the meritorious service." ”

The fat man thought for a while and stared at the other party, "Is this okay?"

Nie Feng nodded solemnly.

The corner of the fat man's mouth showed a smile, and his small eyes flickered.

When he said this, it was not a whim and impulse, Nie Feng had also thought about it several times in his heart.

At present, the government still attaches great importance to those who have made meritorious contributions to the government, and the remuneration is also high.

He is already a martial artist, and he has made meritorious contributions, but it is just icing on the cake, if he really wants to share the credit with the fat man, it is a charcoal in the snow.

Even if the university does not admit people exceptionally, when the time comes, you will be mixed in society, and you will have a meritorious service, and you will live more than others.

Now, of course, it's up to Gray Eagle to agree.

I heard from the acting vice president that he was the inspector in this area.

In the past few days, I heard that guy boast about the General Administration of God Hunting, which is an omnipotent organization, and the important personnel in this organization naturally have a lot of power in their hands.

At noon, Nie Feng asked Gray Eagle out under the pretext of reporting work.

The meeting took place at an open-air tea shop by the river, and because of the distance, Gray Eagle took a taxi over.

As soon as he got out of the car, the fat man enthusiastically bent down to open the car door for the other party, and put his hand on the top of the car door.

"Little brother, did you find any important clues when you came out of me?" said Gray Eagle after sitting down, obviously a little expectant, and his tone was quite polite.

Nie Feng briefly reported what had happened in the painting club in the last few days.

"Well, it's not bad. "Gray Eagle is quite satisfied with Nie Feng's meticulous work.

The left hand kept rubbing his chin, and after a while, he said, "Young man, that's all?"

Nie Feng wrinkled his nose, thought about it, and said that he was going to invite the fat man to participate in the mission and help.

According to Nie Feng's rhetoric, the management and monitoring of students in the art club are becoming stricter and stricter, and mobile phone calls are prohibited.

Gray Eagle glanced at the fat man who was diligently making tea, this guy had a fat face, some small freckles on his face, and two small eyeballs were rolling around.

At first glance, you can tell that he is not a good person.

"It just so happens that I'm in urgent need of manpower first, there is a commissary opposite the hotel, you go there to exercise first. ”

......

In order to monitor the art club, Gray Eagle opened a store opposite.

It turned out that there was also an eyeliner in the commissary, and he was still a young martial artist, but he had stayed for a long time, and he felt that he was overkill, and he was quite complaining.

Seeing the fat man come to replace him, he was overjoyed, and after explaining some basic precautions, he threw the commissary to the fat man, slipped away, and went to do other important work assigned by the gray eagle.

This is an ordinary commissary, the store is not big, a few square meters, selling some daily necessities and some cigarettes and alcohol.

The scene is not big, but the location is very important, opposite the gate of the Danqing Hotel, in the store, you can monitor all the personnel in and out of the painting club at any time.

In addition, from time to time, students from the art club come to the store to buy things, and in just a few words, they can collect some useful information, for which the fat man is naturally at ease.

On this day, Nie Feng went to the store to buy some daily necessities, and by the way, he saw what this guy was doing.

"The rattan pepper cold chicken, green pepper fried meat and green vegetable garden soup you ate at noon, tsk, the food is good. The fat man said, smiling very much.

Nie Feng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect this kid to be very well-informed.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu also knows that you thirty-five students, seven teachers, and two students were sick yesterday.

"Don't rush to give your opinion, there is an important fact for you. The fat man waved his hand to stop Nie Feng from interjecting, "You have two important people coming tonight." ”

Nie Feng was surprised, "How does your baby know, and where did you get the news?"

Although the fat man who dares to love is not in the painting club, he seems to be an important leader of the painting club, and he knows everything, but he is the so-called one who has broken into the enemy.

"Your food housekeeper Jiang Spatula wants to come to me every day to buy things, and every time he comes, I smoke and tea for him.

No, you just bought two bottles of good wine from me, isn't there an important person coming?"

Jiang Shovel is the nickname of the food housekeeper of the painting club, this guy has good skills, and the fish-flavored shredded pork and mapo tofu made are deeply loved by everyone.

Usually, I like to drink and smoke a little cigarette and blow meat jokes, and people are not bad.

"Also, every time you come to buy something, I give a cigarette to the man, and I give a discount to the woman.

If you have something to do and talk to them, a lot of information is analyzed from gossip. The fat man's eyes flickered.

"Xiaofeng, we go deep into life, but it's higher than life, understand?"

Damn, this kid is really into the role.

Nie Feng was impressed by the fat man, this guy really has a talent for intelligence, and he really responds to the old saying that Shibei should be impressed by each other for three days.

I used to know that this guy likes to be a little smart, but I didn't expect him to be delicate and sophisticated.

"Although the fat man is in the commissary, he has six eyes and ears to listen to all directions. The fat man made a strategizing gesture and stroked his hand over his long beard that did not exist.

Before leaving, Nie Feng took a pack of cigarettes and two packs of instant noodles.

One pack of cigarettes and two packs of noodles, a total of 28 yuan. The fat man stretched out his hand, and the meaning was obvious.

"Owe. Nie Feng's eyes widened, my brother bought something, are you embarrassed to collect money?

"Small shops are run without credit, and besides, these things are all public. The fat man said, with a cunning light in his eyes.

"Then it will be deducted from the acting principal's activity funds. Nie Feng waved his hand and shook off a sentence that made the fat man confused.

Grab something and walk away.

Along the way, he hummed a little song:

"Twinkle and twinkle, I count the stars in the latrine. ”

......

At around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, sure enough, two important people came.

One was a woman dressed in gray and white plain clothes, with a beautiful face and a few circles of small leaf red sandalwood bracelets coiled around her wrists.

Needless to say, this is Li Ping, the president of the art club, who at first glance thought he was a devout Buddhist believer.

The other was dressed in a black robe, with a wide hood covering his entire head, making it difficult to see his face.

During the meal, the two did not go to the cafeteria, but Li Le and Jiang Shovel brought some food into the house.

Nie Feng originally planned to pretend to answer his mobile phone during the meal, quietly take a few photos of the visitor, and send them to the gray eagle, so his wishful thinking fell through.

That night, after Nie Feng practiced the Qi Channeling Technique, he passed another round of the Flesh Forging Bone Technique, and the vitality accumulated in these days was quickly exhausted.

As for the kid opposite, Nie Feng had already made up some rhetoric, and with the constant cigarettes, this guy had long been addicted to his game world and turned a deaf ear to Nie Feng's words and deeds.

On this day, Nie Feng felt that his breath was smooth, his qi was secretly combined, and after running Xiao Zhoutian, there was some sweetness at the bottom of his tongue, and it seemed that he would soon feel the artistic conception of melting ice and snow again.

That means that the Forging Flesh Bone has reached the second level, and he will leap to become a mid-level elite warrior.