More than 3,000 poor ghost migrant workers pounced on the grave, the underworld, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, both in terms of speed and momentum, they were all thrilling, as if a sudden wind and sea rain.

However, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was already fearless, and he got out of the grave faster and more violently, standing proudly on top of the heavy dark coin.

The legs as white as lime, the belly as white as lime, and the head with such short hair on top are really a bit weird.

Of course, if conditions permit, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng hopes that he is not only wearing a pair of shorts, but a suit and leather shoes, a fluttering bow tie, and a shiny face and head.

However, the conditions are limited, and only a few can be settled.

Of course, it's unfair to only allow female ghosts to cross less and male ghosts less and not male ghosts to cross less.

The human world is paying more and more attention to human rights and the equality of men and women, why doesn't the ghost world pay attention to ghost rights and the equality of men and women?

Wearing only a pair of shorts, he appeared in front of the public, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng had a kind of pleasure like a new life.

The poor ghost migrant workers originally wanted to eat Mao Changsheng's flesh and skin, but now they saw that Mao Changsheng not only did not escape, but also stepped on the blue sky above his head and gently "shhhh

Demons are also afraid of the wicked, and of course they are even more afraid of the wicked.

At this moment, Mao Changsheng is alive and well like a demon who has just come out of hell.

If it's not a demon, why pretend to be a demon?

There are too many high-sounding days, not all pretended?

The poor ghost migrant workers were silent, but Mao Changsheng taught him a stern lesson:

"Brothers, do you want to rob? Do you want to bully ghosts? In your previous life, your father and mother told you to concentrate on studying, but you only wanted to herd pigs, and as a result, the human brain was eaten by the pig, and you ate the pig brain, and you gave birth to the pig brain one by one......

A poor ghost migrant worker sighed and said: "We don't understand the great principle of respect, we only want to get the salary we deserve, if we don't pay the salary, we will be rough - we are all untouchables, we are not afraid of going to court, and it doesn't matter if we are wiped out." ”

Mao Changsheng spat at the foam, scratched the itch on his legs, and asked loudly, "When did I take your salary?"

"Isn't it the one you took not long ago?" The ghost in torn shorts stood up, his face was ugly and about to pee, "The gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong Meng said that he handed over our wages to you?"

Mao Changsheng laughed three times and said, "Do you also believe such nonsense? Saying that you have pig brains has greatly elevated you—you are all brainless ghosts!"

Dare to scold more than 3,000 ghosts for being brainless ghosts?

More than 3,000 ghosts looked at each other, and then the crowd became angry, showing their teeth and claws, grinning their teeth, rolling up their sleeves and shining fists, and all the strange movements came out.

"Count yourself smart, when we tear you apart and gnaw open your skull, we'll know if you have a brain!"

"Let you take advantage of the verbal advantage first, and we'll see you later!"

"If you don't make this clear, you won't see you again from tonight!"

......

The sound of threats, cursing, one after another, boiled endlessly.

"Stop, stop shitting!"

Mao Changsheng let out a loud shout, took out seven hell bees and played.

"Don't threaten me, although you have a large number of ghosts, but to destroy you, I dare to promise: in less than three minutes, you can all be wiped out!"

This nonsense is shocking and incredible, but the poor ghost migrant workers are quiet after all.

What is incomprehensible is better to believe what it is than to believe what it is not, and this is to act cautiously.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sighed, then scratched his scalp, scratched his belly, and talked eloquently:

"If you have a pig's brain, use your pig's brain, and if you don't have a pig's brain, prick up your ghostly ears and listen to me.

"Why is your wages in my hands?"

"Am I the father of the intestine pumping ghost Meng Haodong? Is it Meng Haodong's grandfather? Is it Meng Haodong's ancestor? Neither!"

"Am I the top boss of Meng Haodong, a gut-pumping ghost? Am I Meng Haodong's cashier and accountant? Am I Meng Haodong's old friend? No!"

"Besides, am I your eighteenth generation ancestor, am I your workers' representative, am I your lawyer? neither!"

"Who the fuck am I? I'm Mao Changsheng! I'm a poor ghost wandering around! I'm a poor worm abandoned by female ghosts and deceived by male ghosts!"

"I'm bad like this, and even the shorts have to be exchanged for 'Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law to make the old boy's god urine', and I am still qualified to take your salary?"

......

After such a complaint, the attitude of the poor ghost migrant workers changed a little, some were half-convinced, some whispered, and some looked around, all feeling a little inexplicable.

How could a big boss transfer a large amount of migrant workers' wages to an idle wild ghost who can't beat 300 poles?

It's really a bit mentally retarded!

The shorts ghost lost his shorts and threw the miraculous ghost urine in anger, and his stomach was full of unhappiness, hoping that the world would be in chaos, so that he could take the opportunity to make some war money, so he lost no time in asking: "What is the money under your feet, not our wages?"

Mao Changsheng laughed again, and then taught bitterly:

"Say you have pig brains, exalt you a hundred times, say you are an idiot, and praise you fifteen hundred and three times, alas, it's really incorrigible, the mud can't be on the wall!"

"When you see other ghosts with money, do you think it's your wages? Credit Union, Agricultural Bank of China, Industrial and Commercial Bank of China...... All the money in the messy bank is your wages?"

"You poor ghosts, are you poor and confused? I can't see other ghosts with beautiful women and ghost wives, I can't see other ghosts in suits and leather shoes, I can't see other ghosts driving cars, I can't see other ghosts living in high-rise villas, and I can't see other ghosts eating and drinking spicy food...... This is a psychopath, a living hatred of the rich. ”

"You don't want to think about how other ghosts can get rich? You are basking in the sun at the foot of the wall, they are running around and tired, you are sleeping in the night, they are planning the next day's work, if you have money, you will go to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and if they have money, they will develop and invest......"

Of course, there are many lucky ghosts who are unkind and unscrupulous for the sake of wealth, but most of them are rich and diligent. ”

......

Some of the poor ghost migrant workers bowed their heads, some scratched their ears and cheeks, and some nodded frequently, all of them seemed to be enlightened, and their faces showed guilt.

Of course, there are also some poor ghost migrant workers, who do not admit their mistakes and are stubborn, they all feel that the world has treated them badly, they all feel that the blessed ghosts have exploited them, they all feel that the poor ghosts can sing and cry, and the blessed ghosts should go to the eighteenth layer of hell.

The shorts ghost belongs to the category of unrepentant, and angrily retorted: "Is all the money under your feet all earned by you innocently?"

Mao Changsheng sighed again and said:

"A pig's brain is a pig's brain, an idiot is an idiot, a brainless is a brainless, I've been talking for a long time, even if the beast becomes a ghost, I've already woken up, but there are babies like you who don't know anything, sad, alas!"

"The money under my feet is not earned by me innocently, is it a fool? You seem to have a smart face, but unfortunately your IQ is not as good as a pig!"

"Let's be honest: the rotten guy of the intestine smoker Meng Haodong, we had a good relationship before, and I worked hard to earn seven million under him, and he gave me a deposit card. When I needed the money urgently, I went to the credit union to check, but it was an empty card......"

"His grandmother's, Lao Tzu Mao Changsheng is not easy to bully, he fell out with him, his turtle son is not my food, not only obediently returned my old book, but also gave me a good interest. ”

"However, I killed 3,000 ghosts and damaged 800 myself, and that rotten guy was cunning and good at attacking with fire, and he also burned me to the ground. ”

"The rotten belly saw that you were making a big fuss and wanted to rob his underground supermarket, so he opened his mouth, talked nonsense, and threw the black pot on my head, and you idiots came to besiege us in a daze......"

Saying this, more than 3,000 poor ghost migrant workers were all depressed, and sighed secretly, and their resentment against the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was also dispelled at once.

The shorts ghost stepped forward, clenched his fists and said with a sad face: "We fell for the tricks of the mongrel boss, but there is nothing we can do about him, you can speak well, with unique skills, please uphold justice for us, help us get justice and get back our wages!"

Saying this, more than 3,000 poor ghost migrant workers knelt down and asked in unison: "Please uphold justice for the small people!"

Kneeling down in front of the ghost of the underworld like this, this is something that Mao Changsheng has never dreamed of, and it is far from enough to describe his mood with his heart.

"Hahahahaha......" Mao Changsheng was at a loss for a moment, laughed, and said while laughing, "The sycophants have been overshot! The sycophants have been overshot! What kind of fucking hero am I? Is it a bare-ass hero, or a naked hero? I was burned by that stomach-wrenching fire, and the little people were almost gone, and the ghost called me 'hero', I was really ashamed of my ancestors!"

More than 3,000 poor ghost migrant workers kowtowed again and again, but none of them stood up, and they all pinned their hopes on Mao Changsheng.

"Ah, yes, let's all get up, what era is it, and kowtow, and the behavior and habits are too backward. Poor ghosts, first of all, you must change the consciousness of poor ghosts, don't kowtow easily, and hold your head high anytime and anywhere. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng taught a lesson, bent over, and felt a kind of pleasure of dominating the world.

"You trust me, I'll help you settle it. However, I have some personal matters now, and I want to buy two sets of clothes first, go to the shower, save private money, and then go to meet my dear baby...... When my personal affairs are finished, I will have nothing to worry about, and I will definitely get your wages back with interest!"

"Xie Daxia!" more than 3,000 poor ghost migrant workers thanked in unison, like a huge thunder, and then stood up unsatisfied, as if kneeling and kowtowing was also a kind of enjoyment.

Being able to get the trust and support of so many poor ghost migrant workers, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was moved in his heart, and he really wanted to find a puppy in a secluded place to hug and cry bitterly, but the time was limited, so he had to sacrifice such an old-fashioned scene.

Looking left and right, Mao Changsheng coughed dryly, took out 10,000 coins, and said solemnly: "The matter is urgent, it is inconvenient to delay more, everyone has divided this money, take it to buy steamed buns, rice noodles and snacks, and then buy a pair of slingshots, practice hard, and it will have a great effect in the future." ”

A thousand words, not as realistic as the underworld, the poor ghost migrant workers suddenly cheered like a boil, and their palms were like thunder.

The shorts ghost went to count the ghosts' money, and arranged to go to the street to buy a slingshot in the "pentagonal shop", Mao Changsheng picked up the dark currency and left the old bag of the store.

Of course, there are poor ghost migrant workers who volunteer to work for Mao Chang's dogs and horses, but how can it be more reliable to carry a large bundle of dark coins?

Mao Changsheng is not a pig's brain, so he can only sweat by himself.

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