Chapter Ninety-Seven: Building Momentum

Blatant rebellion?

When Feng Bo heard Wu Yong's arrangement, he suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement and excitement in his heart, as if the 'march rebellion' was an innate instinct for the group of college students.

But in addition to the excitement, there was also a deep fear and worry lingering in Feng Bo's heart!

After pondering for a moment, Feng Bo said uneasily: "Boss, inciting students to make trouble, if the senior leaders of the school are investigated, they will be recorded as a major demerit at the very least, and no matter how serious it is, they may be expelled from the school..."

The reason why Feng Bo said this was because he didn't want to involve himself in the final analysis. Originally, his friendship with Wu Yong was not deep, if he was to shout for Wu Yong and do some hard work, he could still consider it.

can let him openly incite students to make trouble in front of the school leaders, this black pot Feng Bo will definitely not be stupid to carry it.

Seeing Feng Bo's hesitant and timid appearance. The corners of Wu Yong's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled evilly.

"I didn't let you kid carry a knife to cut the school leader, you just need to observe the emotions of the students in the audience and judge the situation, understand? Don't worry, you just need to raise your arms and exhale, and the audience will suddenly be in trouble, and the clouds and smoke will be chaotic. When the time comes, the leaders on the stage will take care of themselves, and who will notice that it is you who caused it. โ€

After saying that, Wu Yong's black eyes rolled slightly, and he squinted at the subtle expression on Feng Bofei's face.

"But isn't that a bit too much?" Feng Bo's face was embarrassed, and he couldn't help muttering worriedly.

Seeing this, in order to appease Feng Bo's timid emotions, Wu Yong immediately gave Feng Bo a reassurance.

"You kid don't have a mother-in-law, you really have no future. Angel had already told me just now that she would tell the principal grandfather about Gu Jun forcing me to apologize to Shigeru Miyamoto. And we just need to make a big deal out of it, and the principal will definitely come forward to solve it himself! At that time, the law will not blame the public, and it will not be you and me who should be worried, but Gu Jun's old miscellaneous hair. โ€

Hearing Wu Yong's calm analysis of the situation made Feng Bo calm down a little. The decadent look on the fat face was swept away, and it turned into excitement and excitement!

"Okay, I'm out this time. Boss Wu Yong, do what you say. โ€

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Wu Yong asked Feng Bo to incite trouble, which could have been called everything ready, but Dongfeng was owed. But Wu Yong ignored the most critical point, that is, Feng Bo's cunning and timid temperament.

Humpty Dumpty Feng Bo has a well-known nickname outside, Feng Pants. It is said that this title is derived from a character in a writer's novel!

There is no vanity under the fame, Feng Bo is very worthy of the title of 'Feng pants'. Although Feng Bo looks like he is dancing with his teeth and claws on weekdays, he can call anyone a brother.

But at the critical moment, this kid Zhun Bao was the first guy to smear the soles of his feet.

Therefore, when Wu Yong said the plan to incite the students to make trouble. Feng Bo's profiteer-like brain immediately thought of hiring someone else to do such a thankless job.

What is thankless?

In Feng Bo's shrewd businessman-like thinking, anything that is not compatible with money and interests can be regarded as 'thankless'.

To contribute to Wu Yong, there will be no ironclad salary. Isn't it 'thankless' to take the risk of offending the school's senior leadership?

Rather than taking risks, Feng Bo is more willing to use money to settle everything. Anyway, he has a group of small minions under his hands, the price is not high, and he works very hard, which is simply an excellent cheap labor...

"The five of you are responsible for mourning and weeping, and the more miserable the weeping, the better. It's best to let other people hear your cry and cry involuntarily. Feng Bo listened to the big belly, as if he was a coal mine boss, and his fat face majestically pulled out a stack of red sticker bills from his wallet.

"The one in charge of crying, five hundred yuan for each of you."

As soon as the words fell, a burst of dissatisfied protests erupted in the crowd: "Brother Feng Bo, why can you earn 500 yuan for crying, and we are only 200 yuan for each person, this is a typical unpaid for the same work." โ€

"Yes! Brother Feng Bo, two hundred yuan is too little, otherwise you can add more! โ€

Feng Bo raised his fat hand and scolded impatiently: "What kind of equal work is not paid? You still regard me as a landlord's old wealth, and you don't inquire, even if you go to be an extra, can you earn more than I give? Joke! โ€

Narrowing his eyes quickly swept over the heads of the crowd in front of him, Feng Bo sneered bitterly: "People are crying, that's a technical job." If you can cry in ten seconds, I'll give you five hundred dollars. โ€

Feng Bo's explanation temporarily quieted the restless crowd, and after a moment of silence, Feng Bo spat at the thumb of his index finger, carefully counted the thick banknotes in his hand, and from time to time took out a few and handed them to his little minions.

"There are four hundred people preparing the stereo, and Sensei bargains with me, and he leaves if he doesn't want to do it." Feng Bo reminded emphatically: "The sound engineer reminded me that I must play the "March of the Volunteers", and the music has just sounded here. Those of you who are weeping and mourning will soon cry and cry, and if you can't shed your tears, your wages will be halved. I'll be staring at you guys in the corner with binoculars. โ€

"Hey, hey, Brother Feng Bo, you haven't arranged a few jobs for our brothers."

"Oh, I forgot about it. A few of you remember for me, once Wu Yong refused to apologize to Shigeru Miyamoto on stage. A few of you must incite the students in the audience, shout in support of Wu Yong, and defeat the Oriental devils. Also, you should spread out your positions, preferably so that more students can hear your shouts. โ€

After thinking for a moment, Feng Bo reminded very cautiously: "By the way, you all put masks on me, so as not to let the school leaders remember your appearance, this is not a joke." โ€

"How should the wages be calculated?" One of the minions asked weakly.

"You're doing hard work, and it's dangerous, so let's do it for a thousand dollars per person. But you all remember it for me, this matter can't leak the slightest rumor, otherwise you won't have to get paid, and everyone will have to eat melons together, you can do it yourself. Feng Bo reiterated very seriously.

At this time, the group of little minions had already received half of their salaries, and they were admiring the red sticker bills in their hands in the sun, and they simply took Feng Bo's advice as a deaf ear.

They were very satisfied with this part-time activity. You only need to howl a few times offstage, and you can easily earn hundreds of dollars.

If there are more of these good things, then they can easily earn their food money and house opening money this month.