Chapter Seventy-Three: The Soft Can't Be Hard
The night's banquet unfolded as Xing Xiaotian expected, warm and noisy, the only person who was out of place was probably Zhao Liang, all night, his feelings were very low, but he kept bowing his head and drinking stuffy wine, and he was unconscious at the beginning of the banquet.
I'm afraid this is Zhao Liang's way to choose to avoid the problem, but it doesn't matter, Xing Xiaotian can wait.
In the next few days, Xing Xiaotian has been busy, just carrying materials is enough for him to be busy, not to mention taking care of Zhao Liang's feelings.
Zhao Liang spent several days in drunkenness, seeing that people were decadent day by day, Xing Xiaotian, who couldn't bear it, finally decided that it was time for a showdown.
After Zhao Liang woke up again, Xing Xiaotian specially prepared a sumptuous lunch for him, roast duck and beer from the modern big bag, looking at Zhao Liang who was constantly numbly stuffing the roast duck into his mouth, Xing Xiaotian sighed and said: "Master Zhao, do you really plan to live like this for the rest of your life?" β
Zhao Liang's hand obviously stopped, but he immediately returned to his original state, looking unmoved at all.
"Master Zhao, people always have to pursue a little bit in this world, I think whether it is a mansion or a beautiful wine, or a fragrant car beauty, these are all extensions of the career, what conditions do you have, I still have a lot of things waiting for you?"
In the face of Xing Xiaotian's painstaking persuasion, Zhao Liang remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard it.
The clay man still has three points of fire, not to mention the punishment Xiaotian who has countless lives in his hands, and if he sees that the soft one can't do it, then he will come to the hard one.
"Sulaβ"
With a cold snort from Xing Xiaotian, Captain Zuo Su La lifted the curtain and strode in, without saying a word, grabbed Zhao Liang's back collar and dragged it outside.
"Alas~alas~alas? What do you do? β
Zhao Liang, a thin craftsman, could withstand Sula's strength, and was dragged out like a dead dog by him, and his two constantly kicking thighs drew two long drag marks on the gravel floor, at this time Zhao Liang's heart had an ominous premonition, sure enough, because he could feel that this vixen was dragging himself in the direction of the kitchen.
The so-called kitchen is a small stall placed in the upper reaches of the river, Sula dragged Zhao Liang with one hand, pressed him on the thick solid wood cutting board, and picked up Wang Mazi's kitchen knife with the other hand and raised it high, which looked like treating a chicken to be slaughtered.
Not far away, Xing Xiaotian once again turned to a cold voice that was different from the previous one: "I don't raise idlers here, I will only give you ten numbers of time to think about it, either promise to work for me, or I will slaughter you to add vegetables to the brothers, whether you live or die or live you think for yourself!" 1oβ¦β¦ 9β¦β¦ 8β¦β¦β
An involuntary palpitation quickly spread throughout Zhao Liang's body, and it wasn't until this moment that he appeared, it turned out that he really didn't want to die at all!
It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and if you can live, who wants to die?
"I promise, I promise!" Zhao Liang, who was terrified, couldn't wait for the end of the sentence, and screamed as soon as he counted half of the sentence.
"Boom-"
The cold blade was slashed heavily against the tip of Zhao Liang's nose on the color plate, and his exclamation was castrated completely in an instant, and it was only at this time that Sula leaned down and whispered in Zhao Liang's ear and threatened: "Tell you the truth, except for our master, I don't have a good impression of all of you humans, I will keep an eye on you, you better not commit it in my hands." β
When Sula let go and stood up, Zhao Liang sat down on the ground like a snake that had been pumped out of his bones, and at the same time, a stream of yellow liquid came out between his legs.
In the face of Zhao Liang's gaffe, Sula did not hide his disdain at all, compared with his master, this so-called distinguished guest in front of him is simply a waste, I really don't know why the master values him so much, so he did not hesitate to let himself deliberately cooperate with him to finish this play!?
Xing Xiaotian looked like he hadn't given birth to anything, and picked up Zhao Liang with a smile and said, "Come on, come on, hurry up, that's right, you said you promised it earlier, wouldn't it be over?" β
After patting Zhao Liang's frightened shoulder, the little torturer ordered Sula without looking back: "Sula, you go and get clean clothes, let Master Zhao take a bath, change clothes, and then take him to Brother Jill." β
"Yes, my master!"
In the face of Xing Xiaotian's thoughtfulness, Zhao Liang showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and he could also see that Mr. Xing was a dog, turning his face faster than turning a book, and he was extremely pragmatic.
People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads!
For the sake of his own life, Zhao Liang could only take a bath and change clothes under the supervision of Xing Xiaotian and the entire team with humiliation, and then escorted to the Jill brothers like a prisoner.
The Gil brothers' workshop was full of loopholes in Zhao Liang's eyes, and even the blast furnace designed by Xing Xiaotian himself was criticized by him as useless, as soon as it came to his professional knowledge, Zhao Liang put on a completely different attitude, and said to Xing Xiaotian almost toughly: "The tools here are too bad, they can't meet my work needs at all, if you want me to help you work, then you have to do what I say." β
Xing Xiaotian is this good, he absolutely listens to persuasion, and he didn't mean to be annoyed at all after hearing the words, but replied in an extremely cooperative manner: "If you need anything, you tell me, you make a list for me, and I will transport what you need to you as quickly as possible." β
Zhao Liang, who knew that he had already boarded the thief ship, had no other choice, so he could only sigh and ask Xing Xiaotian for a blank piece of paper, and then list all the items he needed one by one, and there were dozens of kinds at a cursory glance.
From the special smelting hammer to the toner, from the anvil to the quenching tank, not to mention the side, although I can't understand what the use of these things is, it gives Xing Xiaotian an unclear taste.
After folding the list listed, Xing Xiaotian said generously to Brother Gil: "From now on, this person is your master, and you can do whatever he asks you to do, okay?" β
Brother Jill replied honestly: "As long as you give us food, there is nothing that cannot be done." β
Xing Xiaotian just likes orcs, as long as he can get their lifeline, it will be very easy to negotiate, and Xing Xiaotian doesn't have to worry about the rest, the top priority is to prepare the items that Zhao Liang needs.
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