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The reason for the beating was simple, not because he slept with the man's wife, but because he didn't have the money to pay for the night.

"Can you be handsome and not pay for the overnight?" These were the first words of the woman when she woke up.

"Talking about money hurts feelings." Yang Chong picked up a flue.

"Fortunately, my mother has no feelings for you, so it's better to talk about money directly."

"If you don't want money, you have a life. But you've already eaten it last night, and I guess it doesn't feel fresh anymore. Come, wrap two pieces of breast meat for you, and go home to stew soup to replenish your body! Yang Chong said, transporting the fast and gorgeous knife work, rubbing, the sound of the knife was tight and neat, and I saw him dashing two pieces of tenderloin, which fell into the hands of the woman steadily.

So the woman was furious, pointed at Yang Chong and said, "Husband, beat him!" ”

Then Yang Chong was beaten.

Alas, the days of selling pork are really boring.

People are scattered, and the people who come to buy pork are either aunts or aunts, when will there be a girl like Qiu Xiang who smiles at me?

Taking advantage of his free time, he took out a martini.

Stop studying after learning just a little.

Damn, this wine is so spicy!

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Pull out the mountain and cover the world!" ”

Yang Chong couldn't help but answer: "The time is not good, and the time will not pass!" ”

The voice was made by a half-bald old man, Yang Chong remembered his identity, and was immediately excited, because the arrival of this person often means that the country has a task again.

"Ah Qi!"

"Vincy!"

"Please call me by my full name, Da Vinci!"

"Okay, Vincy."

The two came to the National Intelligence Agency building.

Before I could go in, I was stopped by the security guards.

It's not surprising that they were stopped, but it's really because the images of the two of them are too paradoxical. Yang Chong was dressed in greasy, wearing an old white vest on top, black knee-length shorts below, a pair of straw sandals in tatters, and two thumbs exposed. Da Vinci was even worse, dressed in a hospital gown, with thin, gray hair, a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right.

The security guard asked Da Vinci, "What are you doing with chickens and ducks?" ”

Da Vinci said: "You don't understand, this is performance art. ”

The security guard was curious: "What art?" ”

Da Vinci explained: "This chicken symbolizes the moon and this duck symbolizes the earth. ”

The security guard said, "What about you?" I guess you should symbolize the sun. ”

Da Vinci said, "I am a little grass. ”

The security guard exhaled, it turned out that she was a nervous disorder.

It didn't take long for a man in military uniform to come out of the National Intelligence Agency building, identify Yang Chong and Da Vinci, and lead them into the building.

This man is the director of the National Intelligence Agency, the Golden Gun.

Yang Chong is a person who has already watched the movie, and knows that the golden gun is the big boss behind the scenes, and the system task is also to kill the golden gun.

So, should you take advantage of his defenselessness and kill him directly?

As soon as he stretched out his hand and touched the pig-killing knife behind his waist, he gave up.

Because the plot hasn't progressed to Li Xiangqin yet!

If we kill the Golden Gun now, won't the mission be over?

If you can't see Li Xiangqin, how can Lao Tzu pretend to be forced? So, let's spare him a dog's life first.

For Yang Chong, who likes Li Xiangqin a lot, in order to meet her, he is worth taking this risk.

The golden gun led Yang Chong and Da Vinci around the building. The whole building is a glass structure, and the main part is connected by two buildings not far apart, and the shape looks like a big trouser slat, so many citizens vividly call it "big toilet." ”

As for why it's not called big pants, I don't know.

As he walked, Yang Chong saw a man in a hospital gown sitting in a glass cubicle, and a doctor stood in front of him.

Yang Chong asked Jin Gundao: "Director, what's the matter with this person?" ”

Jin Gun glanced at it and said with a smile: "Oh, he, he used to be a literary youth, thinking about rebirth all day long, crossing over, going back to the past to be a writer, and wanting to take our contemporary literature and art to the past to pretend." ”

Yang Chong smiled: "What about the result?" ”

Jin Gun said: "The result is crazy!" Wenqing is a disease that must be cured. ”

Yang Chong nodded, thinking, fortunately, Lao Tzu is not Wenqing, but an angry Qing.

Glancing at the hospital gown on that Wen Qing's body, Yang Chong was surprised to realize that it was exactly the same as what Da Vinci was wearing, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

So while Da Vinci was not paying attention, he secretly asked the golden gun: "Director, what has Vincy been doing lately?" ”

Jin Gun said: "Do research." ”

Yang Chong breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "What kind of research do you do?" ”

Jin Gun said: "Being studied." ”

……

The director of the National Intelligence Agency, Jin Gun, gave Yang Chong the ultimate task. This mission was very difficult, and it was for him to get a lychee.

It is said that there is a fruit called lychee growing in the southern city of Xiangjiang, which no one has ever seen or eaten, but it is rumored that eating it can rejuvenate and rejuvenate. The wife of the head of state, an eighty-year-old beauty, heard the story of the lychee and asked the people of the National Intelligence Agency to try to get the lychee at any cost.

As the saying goes, when the concubine laughs on the red dust, no one knows that it is a lychee.

Yang Chong sighed, hearing that there had been a flood in the south recently, and the whole country was in short supply of food and starvation. Look at it, even the Führer's wife is so pitiful that she can't eat lychees, so how many people should starve to death?

Of course, those ordinary people may not be human at all, just sheep in captivity.

After Yang Chong received the order, he patted the horse south to Xiangjiang.

It was nearly noon, and finally arrived.

Standing at the Xiangjiang Wharf, the north wind was blowing, and it was instantly filled with Yang Chong's black suit and his colorful tie.

"The north wind blows and the autumn breeze is cool, whose wife guards the empty house, I will help you if you are in difficulty, I live next door and my surname is Wang ......"

When the song came, Yang Chong looked at it and saw that it was a rough man who was fishing.

Alas, it is worthy of being an international metropolis, and even the fishermen are so coquettish.

Yang Chong was immediately willing to bow down.

Out of the dock, Yang Chong prepared to take a taxi to his destination. According to the Golden Gun Tip, he first had to meet with Li Xiangqin, who had been lurking in Xiangjiang, and then discuss the search for lychees together.

Standing at the intersection, he took out his mobile phone and called a tuk-tuk car.

Sure enough, the efficiency of the special car was very fast, and within five minutes, a pure white BMW stopped in front of Yang Chong.

Damn, are all the people who drive special cars so rich now?

In fact, Yang Chong has always had a question. Standing on the streets of an international metropolis, looking at the Mercedes-Benz sports cars and local tyrants everywhere, he always wondered why these people were so rich.

There are no coal mines nearby, where are the nouveau riche?

It is said that 8% of the people in China are already middle-class.

Looking at the percentage, yes, it's okay, Lao Tzu is not ashamed to be 92%.

However, when converted into the number of people, 8% is nearly 100 million people, the middle class, which means that there must be at least about 10 million total assets on hand, so thinking about it, Yang Chong suddenly hung his head.

There are no 100 million people without him, which is quite a blow to self-confidence.

After getting into the car, the BMW driver kept talking to Yang Chong.

"Let me tell you, our family is a demolition household, we have been a nail household for a few years, and we have made more than 10 million yuan, and now we have five houses, three luxury cars, and more than 5 million cash. I don't care how the stock goes down or how it goes, because I've never bought it, haha. Now that I have a car and my own business, my life is comfortable and anxious, and my life is much freer. Except for the king of heaven, no one wants to command me! ”

"Turn left, master."

"Oh, okay."