Just when Chu Jianli was standing on the bank of the Tang River, a half-old Wupeng slowly descended from the upper reaches and docked in front of the unfinished private port in a short time.

As soon as the boat docked, five or six sturdy men jumped down first, and the first one was the one who was sent to the mountains to report the situation a few days ago. ”

"Where's the uncle?" Chu Jianli smiled.

Before the words fell, a loud cheer from the bow of the boat floated over: "The third child! ”

Chu Jianli looked up and saw that Zhou Tong, who was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a short homespun robe, and a square face and short beard, was standing at the bow of the boat, looking at him with a smile. The short man next to him with tiger whiskers and eyes and a pig-killing knife at his waist, who is it not Second Master Chen?

After not seeing each other for many days, the three leaders began to greet each other while they were unloading from the ship—Zhou informed them of some people's hobbies, and this time they also brought ten picks of bloodstone with the ship......

After listening to Chu Jianli's slightly worried situation report, Zhou Tong waved his hand magnificently: "It's okay, you are too worried about this matter." With Mr.'s supernatural powers, why bother with the brothers, it's just a lack of manpower. ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Tong sighed before continuing: "After taking Baizhuang that day, didn't the brothers also try it? However, people insisted on traveling far away. Now it seems that the screen village temple can't accommodate the real Buddha, and now Mr. seduces his henchmen, which can't be said to be a big scene. Alas... Anyway, let's go and meet first, it's also an opportunity. ”

A group of people hugged each other, carrying the famous and high-quality local products of Tianmu Mountain, and walked straight to Tangzhuang to find Cao Chuan to "catch up".

At the gate of Tangzhuang, a "monk" with a horse face, narrow eyes, and fair skin was waiting for Zhou Tong and his people.

Feng Jun, a former foreman, lobby manager, and head of the human resources department, is currently the person in charge of the immigration program of the company, calling himself "Pudu", but in fact, he is still doing his old job - human resources deployment.

After the two groups greeted each other nondescript at the gate of Tangzhuang, Master Feng spoke a Hangzhou dialect that was only seven minutes familiar and came from "Hangpu", showing his professional and somewhat soft voice, leading the three leaders all the way to the back house.

As soon as he entered the back garden, Chen Huoding's little eyes instantly jumped to the maximum - under a grass shed, seven or eight grown men, shirtless, around the case, fiddling with a bunch of firearms, and there were wooden targets standing in the distance.

An obviously rookie traverser was practicing the gun with a horse step, and the crisp sound of the M9 pistol kept sounding, and the flirtatious Chen Erye was itching, and after being glared at by Zhou Tong, he was reluctantly pulled away.

Coming to the door of the hall, Feng Jun motioned for a few people to wait, and soon after he entered, a few people at the door were brought into the room, and Zhou Tong looked up after entering the house and saw that the person sitting alone in the middle of the hall was Mr. Cao, who had not been seen for many days.

Cao Zhenren's dress today has some characteristics: the upper body is a bright yellow five-dragon embroidered Tang suit, and the lower body is also a pair of bright yellow trousers, and the Malaysian golden knife sits on the chair. Standing on the left and right were CEO Xia and Master Pudu, and when they saw the three masters of the screen village entering the door, Mr. Cao laughed strangely, bowed slightly and said, "Don't come to Master Zhou?" ”

...... Pretending to be like this, you really can't blame Cao Chuan. According to his own temperament, he has already gone out to greet guests, and then everyone has something to say about drinking some beer together.

Today's script, which is full of inferior psychological hints, was concocted by a few people who claimed to have a deep study of ancient culture, and Mr. Cao was only responsible for the performance, and even the follow-up lines were written by others......

According to the spirit of the Gong Conference, it is expected that after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the north wind blows on the sea, the crossing forces will set sail and build the first base of the crossing of the regime on the bones of the Dutch.

It is the fourth month of the lunar calendar, and there are still more than four months before the north wind season, and the travelers must organize a collection and supply channel for people and materials during this time. However, no matter what the next step is, to a certain extent, the screen village gang, which can be called "its own people", is the human resources that the company must use at the moment.

That's why Zhou Tong and the others came to Tangzhuang today.

After seeing a few people in the room introduce each other, they divided the tea bowls and sat down left and right. Cao Chuan brewed his emotions for a while, put on a sympathetic emoji, looked up to the sky and sighed, and then slowly said to Zhou Tong: "Brother Zhou, I am about to become an emperor." ”

......

Rao is Zhou Tong also had a little vague guess about this aspect before, and at this moment he was still thundered by this simple and unrestrained style. Looking at Cao Chuan, who was sitting on the chair, with a short dragon coat on his upper body and dragon pants on his lower body, Zhou Tong's lips smacked a few times, but he was speechless.

The script designed by some people is completely stuck here, and the force is too strong, and I don't know how to cooperate with the performance......

At this embarrassing moment, Second Master Chen, who was sitting idly on the side, suddenly said loudly: "Mr. Heng is not righteous, and he didn't want to share wealth with his brothers back then. Hmph, I'm going to say it in my head today, I want to go down to Hangzhou, and the 'Lianzhu Gong' will always be assigned to the brothers! ”

When Chen Huoding said the last sentence, his voice was obviously much quieter, and after stealing a glance at Cao Chuan at the top, he added in a low voice: "The short gun outside the square is also needed, otherwise no one will be deadly." ”

When Zhou Tong heard this, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood: "Shut up!" What nonsense! ”

After scolding Chen Huoding, Zhou Tong hurriedly handed over to Cao Chuan and said: "The second child is a muddy person, so weird, Mr. knows, don't blame, don't blame." ”

Cao Chuan blinked his eyes, and suddenly laughed after half a ring: "It's not weird, it's not weird, the second master is straightforward, and he is willing to die only if he has a gun, haha, haha." ”

As soon as this head finished laughing, a gentle voice sounded next to him: "Amitabha, it's better to see than to hear, the second leader is really a person of temperament, and he is about to go down to Hangzhou City when he speaks." ”

Chen Huoding didn't notice the wit in Feng Jun's words, and he didn't care much about what the focus of these people's discussions was, as if he was there to show his literary brilliance: "Since ancient times, the emperor has not sent hungry soldiers, and he has not taken advantage of the guys, well, this Hangzhou is not easy to fight." ”

——Seeing that the second brother had thoroughly cleaned up his brother's thoughts for a "magic weapon", Zhou Chu and the two could only smile wordlessly after glancing at each other, and the original careful consideration of bargaining was also much lighter.

Talking to this extent, Cao Chuan and the others already know in their hearts, it seems that the brothers in the mountains are not exclusive to the organization, and things will be easy to handle now.

Feeling that the script could go on again, Cao Chuan coughed and looked at Zhou Tong: "Since I arrived in Hangzhou, I changed my previous rhetoric and began to recruit troops. ”

Zhou Tong was shocked when he heard this: "There is no such thing, Mr. is a man among the immortals, and he has his own rules, how can I and other mountain savages say it!" ”