When I went out, I called Swallow first and asked her to help me prepare an empty room.

The second master's eyeliner has pierced under my eyelids, and all the streets in Mo Nan give me a sense of crisis.

More than 30 people were divided into four teams by me to enter the former Tsing Yi Gang's station.

Now, this place has a new name: Xinglong Cargo Station.

Before, the Tsing Yi Gang used the cargo station as a camouflage here, and now the swallows have also picked up their old business.

It's a crowded place, so it's the best place to hide.

Soon, I gathered the group in an empty warehouse, like a kindergarten class meeting.

And I'm the teacher.

We sat facing each other, my gaze swept over their faces in turn.

"Everyone, you should have heard of my name in Monan, right?"

A black-faced man next to him immediately answered: "Listen to what the boss said, little fairy! I'm finally able to get the right number!"

"Okay."

I patted my thighs with both hands, and the corners of my mouth, which had been shutting up, slowly loosened.

"Since you know me, you don't need to say anything, you guys will follow me for this time."

I hesitated for a long time, but after all, I relented and failed to say anything about them being treated as goods.

"I don't like to be strong, I need your attitude now, would you like to come with me?"

The crowd burst into laughter, accompanied by a phrase: "Isn't it the same where you work?"

"Just pay for it!"

I should have been happy to see their attitude, but I couldn't help but feel sad.

When a person's life is only stinking of money and copper, and he doesn't even care who he is sold to, how barren should his life be?

However, at the moment, I can't help but be hypocritical.

"Since you say it's a part-time job, then I'm the boss, and I have to see what you're capable of."

"Line up, one by one."

At this point, I seemed to have changed from a kindergarten teacher to an interviewer.

I glanced up at the first person, "Show me a face."

This man also replied happily: "The father and the mother are not complete, and there is wealth in life, but it does not last long, and there are often villains who hinder it."

I looked up at the young man in front of me and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Yes, this technology can be used!

With this one sentence, I have already figured out his level.

His hand is called 'Roots'.

I just asked him to look at his face, and he started with my parents, and the advantage of this is that it is wide in scope and easier to find loopholes.

The drawbacks are also obvious, a little careless, and immediately cowardly was discovered.

Moreover, he spoke very technically, and different sentences can say two diametrically opposed meanings.

At first, I was a little shocked, but I was relieved in an instant.

Your inspiration is a den of liars, and it is no exception to come out with a master like them.

More than 30 people in a row quickly passed the test.

From the root, I didn't think they had any real skills, but at the very least, they had to be able to say something ambiguous and make people pay willingly.

Their tricks can't stand the scrutiny of insiders, but it's more than enough to fool laymen.

As far as I know, there are only two people in the Ivan Society who are Jiang Xiangpai, one is me, and the other is the deceased Sun Qilin.

The interlacing is like a mountain, and I don't worry at all that the rest of the people will see through it.

When it was a little late, I invited Uncle Ya over.

As soon as we met, I hurriedly reported the matter, and Uncle Ya nodded again and again, and the joy was visible to the naked eye.

"Look, when are these people going in?"

"The sooner the better, of course."

I can't help but be a little worried: "At this juncture, so many people are entering the Ivy Spring Festival at the same time, won't anyone doubt it?"

Uncle Ya analyzed nonchalantly: "After Wang Ju fell, the Changchun Society would have been tightened for a long time, and now those who can make money for them are all good babies!"

"You don't have to worry, I'll find different people to recommend, and I'll recommend myself, in short, I'll break them up and spread them apart."

Uncle Ya can't hold it up, and being able to say this shows that he has a spectrum in his heart.

"Nacheng, please take care of the rest!"

These people were temporarily settled in Xinglong Cargo Station by me, waiting for Uncle Ya's arrangement.

That night, Uncle Ya and I swaggered back to the teahouse, not paying any attention to the eyeliner that might be around us.

This is a deliberate ecstasy trick by the two of us, true and false, false and real, and I can't figure it out at all.

Entering the teahouse, Ji Canghai had fallen asleep on the table.

It is estimated that he has been tired enough in the past few days.

"You're back."

Even though I tried to keep my steps as light as possible, I still woke up Ji Canghai.

I turned to look at him, "Go upstairs and sleep, don't catch a cold."

"It's fine."

Ji Canghai stretched his waist highly: "I found someone."

"Although these people are not too strong, they are definitely experts!"

Good guys, it's a double cannon today!