Wang Zi walked for a while, and a few people got up from the ground, and their bodies still hurt for a while, but it was good.

Looking at the gangsters again, a few people leaned over and touched the pulse, and two died.

actually made a dead hand, thinking about the other party's background, several people could only mourn in silence for these gangsters.

"Hey, Director Lin." One person dialed Director Lin's mobile phone.

"How?" Director Lin's voice pierced through.

"It's strong, we're no match at all." He replied honestly.

"Strong? None of you are rivals? Director Lin was a little surprised.

"Yes, none of us are opponents, we can't make a move in her hands together."

“…… I know. ”

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"What's the matter!"

The man explained the matter here for a moment, and then waited for Director Lin's reply.

There was silence for a while, and then Director Lin's voice came again, "I know, I'll send someone to deal with it, come back." ”

……

"How's it going? How's the talk? Seeing that Wang Zi was back, Pan Xiaoyun asked curiously.

"Generally, if you want me to say, you can just pull out a gun and shoot it when you encounter it." Wang Zi stroked his hand casually, and said a little depressed.

Those people are in high positions, and they want to think a lot, and then there are all kinds of nonsense discussions, delaying time, especially delaying her time.

"Then you are too violent, and you have to pull out a gun and hit people at every turn...... Do you have a gun? Pan Xiaoyun squinted at Wang Zi and said casually, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

didn't react for a while, Wang Zi nodded stunnedly, and said affirmatively, "Yes, how can I not have a gun, the gun license has come down, and you haven't seen it." ”

"No, no, no, you don't have a gun." Pan Xiaoyun kept shaking his head, which made Wang Zi puzzled.

"Nonsense, I obviously have a gun, you see!" Wang Zi didn't say a word, and took out a pistol.

Seeing the swarthy guy who suddenly appeared, Pan Xiaoyun glanced at her, "I'm not talking about this kind of gun!" ”

"Not this gun?" Wang Zi twisted his eyebrows, a pistol is not a gun, it is a gun, so what is a gun?

Suddenly, she looked at Pan Xiaoyun with a hint of Nudan, and suddenly understood, her pretty face was red, a little embarrassed, and a little annoyed, she was actually taken to the ditch, Pan Xiaoyun was talking about the gun that every man has.

"Phew, old witch!" Wang Zi chirped.

"Emmm, you didn't know it now." Pan Xiaoyun shamelessly admitted that Wang Zi, who was watching, wanted to beat someone.

The other side! Director Lin agreed to the suggestion of the martial arts competition, because he asked the above, and the person above said that it was feasible, but did not explain the reason, but just told him that he could do it, and then there was no more.

Although I am very curious, what is so special about the house by the Huangpu River that can actually attract those elusive grandmasters to jump out desperately.

But he did so anyway, called a large group of people, and began planning about the game.

The first is the venue and publicity, how to let those who practice martial arts know, and have little impact on ordinary people.

The site is simple, just find a piece of wasteland to build a platform anywhere, although the magic capital is expensive, but there are still some places that are not used because they are relatively remote, and every inch of land is only the land that is developed.

After that, they have to discuss it slowly, and it takes a lot of people to maintain the venue, referees, etc.

A large group of subordinates were sent by Director Lin to make a plan, and asked that the plan must be handed to him within three days.

This is not a joke, Director Lin, who is serious, will really beat people.

Therefore, his subordinates also immediately got busy.

However, Wang Zi came out temporarily free, too lazy to go to school, nested at home, Pan Xiaoyun didn't want to care, and didn't bother to care about her, because she couldn't care about it at all.

"You say, shouldn't I ask for some wages?" Wang Zi asked Zhang Yingying.

Pan Xiaoyun went to work, not at home, although it is his own company, but he still has to go to see what he should go.

"What salary?" Zhang Yingying, who was eating chicken in a single row, heard the words and didn't react for a while.

She was practicing eating chicken, and there was no live broadcast.

"It's just to help fight those thugs, is it to ask the government/government for money or something, you can't work for them in vain, it's not that time is money." Wang Zi said.

"Do you have a concept of time? Are you short of money? Zhang Yingying asked rhetorically.

"Hiss~ But I feel like a loss to work for nothing." Wang Zi changed his posture on the sofa, brought all his clothes, revealing a delicate small waist, white as jade, and no extra meat was visible, which made people want to reach out and touch it, and the feeling must be great.

"Then you're going to ask for money." Zhang Yingying glanced at her, too lazy to care about her, whatever she wanted.

"Well, go back and talk to the old men, and let them give one million and eight million." Wang Zi nodded matter-of-factly, and said affirmative words in his mouth.

"Watch your anti-Japanese drama, it's still 1.8 million, and it would be polite to give you tens of thousands." Zhang Yingying was a little speechless in her heart, she wanted to know what was going on in Wang Zi's mind.

Obviously, she wants to beat people herself, which belongs to Mao Sui's self-recommendation, and now she still needs a salary, for fear that she won't be beaten by.

"They dare, I'll count tens of thousands of minutes to send Hanako, it's a big deal for me to strike." Wang Zi said confidently.

"I don't know if I'm going to test the waters."

Ignoring Zhang Yingying's sarcasm, Wang Zi said loudly, "I have now shown my ability, and I will strike if I don't give money!" ”

"Okay, okay, you cow batch, you are amazing, your country is afraid of you, don't bother me, I'm going to eat chicken." Zhang Yingying complimented casually, continuing her chicken eating business, it was already the finals, and she couldn't be distracted anymore.

"That's it!" Wang Zi is proud of this sentence, she is serious.

Seeing that Zhang Yingying ignored herself, Wang Zi had no choice but to continue to watch her drama, emmm, Bao Zilei, there was nothing wrong.

The little devils are really hard, they have been fighting against China for eight years, and it is really difficult for them, a box lunch with a chicken leg.

Although those on the drama are unrealistic, Wang Zi still watches it with great taste, and it is completely regarded as a comedy.

She doesn't have to watch divine dramas, she has adjusted the stage, and almost all of them are playing divine dramas, or love ethics dramas, and the latter is not her dish, so she can only watch divine dramas.

After watching an episode, entering the advertising time, Wang Zi randomly transferred the station to take a look, and just happened to be transferred to the CCTV news station, which was broadcasting a piece of news, which made her very interested.

“…… In order to carry forward the Chinese martial arts culture, a martial arts competition will be held in the magic capital recently...... (omitted)...... The first place winner will receive a house worth 10 million yuan on the banks of the Huangpu River as an official gift......"

"Tsk, I'm really ready to hold a competition." Wang Zi looked at this news, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he suddenly felt that his hands were itchy.