Boss Zhao had a whim to accept Zhang Guangmu as his son to give the audience a whole time, and a group of chasers who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement started to coax, but Zhang Guangmu didn't pay attention to their reactions, just lowered his head and groaned for a while, and suddenly said: "One." ”

？？？

Boss Zhao subconsciously turned his face sideways, pricked up his ears, and touched his bald head, feeling that he might have some kind of strange hallucination.

Or is the torture a bit excessive, and it directly makes this little ghost stupid?

Just when he was puzzled, Zhang Guangmu said seriously: "It should be 'a good man', not 'a good man'." ”

"It's too disrespectful for you to use 'one' as a quantifier, what's the difference between this and 'a good man'?"

"Although I can't beat you, I admit it, but you can't be humiliated, you can't insult me like this!"

Hearing this, Boss Zhao sighed, picked up a towel, and wiped the blood stains on Zhang Guangmu's face: "I feel that the place you pay attention to is different from that of normal people......

"As the saying goes, 'Those who are superior to ordinary people will do things differently than ordinary people', maybe it's a maverick little guy like you, right?"

"You can think about the conditions I just proposed."

"I, Zhao Zhengrong, have no children under my knees, and I don't plan to marry a wife and have children, and now I am the controller of the Changhe survivor camp, and I appreciate you very much."

Speaking of this, Boss Zhao's bald head seemed to have become even brighter: "Zhang Guangmu, I plan to accept you as a righteous son!" ”

"As long as you tell Chu Fan's location......"

"My wealth, status, and power will be inherited by you in the future!"

The other party's sincerity was almost turned into substance, but Zhang Guangmu just raised his eyelids: "Come on!" You'd better kill me. ”

The expression on Boss Zhao's face changed rapidly, his face instantly became gloomy, and a terrifying pressure condensed on his whole body, as if he had turned into a fierce beast that wanted to choose people and devour: "What kind of ecstasy soup did Chu Fan pour you?" Can you die for him like this? ”

Maybe it's because of his burly physique, maybe it's because of his ruthless methods, maybe it's just because of his fierce appearance......

When he said these words, the two staff members who had tortured Zhang Guangmu couldn't help but swallow their saliva, trembling all over, and before they knew it, they had cowered into the corner.

"Mooncakes."

Zhang Guangmu did not talk nonsense, but according to the false memories and script guidance that appeared in his mind, he said seriously: "The five-kernel stuffing is unpalatable." ”

"If it weren't for the end of the world, I would never eat that thing, it's just a dark dish of dark cuisine, even if it's stargazing...... Well, forget it, it's not good if the black one is too much, objectively speaking, the five-kernel mooncake is still dozens of grades stronger than the starry sky pie. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengrong's eyes were dull, and his scalp was numb.

Zhang Guangmu has been hungry for a long time, has been malnourished, and is almost hungry to the bone, and was tortured again......

Now this little ghost is about to be tortured and completely out of breath, and he still has the leisure to spend so much energy on such innocuous things.

Zhao Zhengrong was really a little worried, for fear that Zhang Guangmu would suddenly die with his back foot when he was talking.

The bald man who was rejected in disguise couldn't save his face, and he didn't mention accepting Zhang Guangmu as his godson again.

Hearing this, a look of pity appeared on his face: "Just a moon cake? ”

"As long as you tell Chu Fan's whereabouts, I will directly give you three canned beef."

Zhang Guangmu was about to respond without thinking, when a script prompt from the production team appeared in his mind.

【Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! 】

[I'm dying of hunger! 】

【Three canned beef...... It must be delicious, right? Even if it's just half a can, I'm really full! 】

[I, Zhang Guangmu, can be beaten to death, can be tortured to death in a prison cell, but I can't starve to death! ] This is not the human way to die! 】

[I can't accept such a death! 】

[Chu Fan didn't think about helping me at all, he was unwilling to give me any food, that unpalatable five-kernel mooncake, or the young lady beside him was kind, so he was willing to give it to me! 】

[I gave his information to Boss Zhao, not a betrayal, nor a betrayal! ] 】

[Okay! And even if it was, so what? I have delayed for so long for a piece of moon cake, suffered such a severe beating, and resisted torture, which is already benevolent! 】

[Even if I reveal Chu Fan's location to Zhao Zhengrong, I have a clear conscience! ] 】

Hiss......

I gasped.

This field control ability is a bit strong!

Seeing that Zhao Zhengrong temporarily wanted to accept himself as a righteous son, the production team directly began to see the stitches.

This wave of thinking induced indiscriminate bombardment, which almost made Zhang Guangmu think that his consciousness was split.

Fortunately, he is determined and not confused by external objects.

"Just three cans, and you want to buy me? ......

Zhang Guangmu swallowed his saliva, his greedy eyes flashed green, and the dead duck said stiffly: "Even if it's thirty, three hundred, three thousand...... Well, if there are 3,000 cans, you can barely think about it, after all, a great sage once said that everything in the world has a price. ”

"In this apocalypse of hunger, my solar terms, selling 3,000 canned beef, can be regarded as worthwhile."

That's.

Not to mention 3,000 canned beef, the Long River survivor camp has reached the end of its rope, and it is impossible to get even thirty cans.

It is precisely because of this that whether it is Boss Zhao, the torturer, or the audience at the scene, they all know very well that Zhang Guangmu is purely insulting the IQ of others when he says this.

He would rather die now than betray those who have been kind to him.

Even if there are script prompts disguised as his own thoughts to mislead, Zhang Guangmu's strong subconscious still makes him make a decision without hesitation.

"Whew...... No kidding. ”

Zhang Guangmu raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhengrong seriously: "The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates - this is my life motto." ”

"Isn't it just to ask for a clear conscience when people live for a lifetime?"

Boss Zhao looked at Zhang Guangmu expressionlessly, a huge bald head, tendons and flesh all over his body, and the bare eyebrow arch made him look like a natural executioner: "I admire a loyal and courageous person like you, and I really want to subdue you very much." ”

"But ......"

"Since you can't use it for me, then, you can die."

As he spoke, Boss Zhao picked up a torture instrument from the table and smashed it directly on Zhang Guangmu's neck.

Zhang Guangmu didn't see anything clearly, but barely caught a dark afterimage, and his eyes went black, and he passed out again.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly opened his eyes, and felt that there was no place in his body that didn't hurt, as if he had been repeatedly run over by a car several times.

"Damn, it hurts!"

After the pain, Zhang Guangmu's heart moved slightly.

If he really died in the hands of the other party, he would definitely have broken away from the script of "Endless Food Bag" at this time, disconnected from the nerves and consciousness, and there would be no pain at all.

So......

Boss Zhao relented at the last moment!

Zhang Guangmu's thoughts were racing: "However, I didn't ...... dead."

"What the hell is that big bald head thinking?"

Or is it the director and production crew who are involved?