The eighth master took Huazi in his mouth, carried the chaise longue into the room, cooked the red robe, wiped the table, and took out two boxes of soft Huazi from the drawer.

took out his mobile phone and sent Xiao Zhang a WeChat message: "Beizi, how long will it take?" ”

"It's coming."

In the courtyard of Long Qian, Brother Zhang, who was wearing an apron, was mopping the floor, Ma Meimei was about to have a big birthday, and he had to prepare the venue in advance.

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"Where? Do you want me to send a car to pick you up? The eighth master walked outside the door and squatted under the plane tree to smoke.

When the guards patrolling nearby saw this master, they took a detour one after another, fearing that they would be robbed.

"It's okay, send a car to the Dragon Diving Courtyard." Brother Zhang replied to WeChat.

"You haven't gone out yet, have you?" The eighth master raised his eyebrows, annoyed and angry.

"yes, I'm going out soon." Brother Zhang is of course.

"Or don't come." The eighth master was dissatisfied. "Anyway, it's settled, I'll have to take a lunch break later."

"Okay." Brother Zhang washed the mop, and with a fierce force, he wrung out the mop, and prepared to go upstairs to mop the floor. "You'll show your face for me in a while, and set the atmosphere in place."

"My daughter-in-law and brother-in-law were slapped on the wall for the first time, and those who didn't know thought that the old guys in the wall were all in the sky, and no one could clean them up." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and carried the mop upstairs.

"It's been a long time since I've been in the front yard. Suddenly passing away, it will scare them to death. The eighth master hesitated and bluffed. You also know how bad my reputation is in the wall. ”

"How bad?" Brother Zhang's face sank and he returned to the eighth master. "Worse than me?"

"Okay, I'll go." The eighth master muttered a sentence and sent a picture to Brother Zhang. "Look, I've cooked you a brisket pot, and I'm thinking of having two cups with you."

The eighth master snuffed out his cigarette and slowly stood up.

In an instant, the momentum was monstrous, and the gradually aging body erupted with terrifying coercion.

The patrol guards guarding the security inside the wall ran away for fear that their safety would be threatened.

"Eighth Master."

When a certain landlord heard the news, he rushed to keep up with the pace of the eighth master: "Open a small stove at noon, Huazi Taizi has enough, come to my building to eat." ”

"Let's come to my building." A landlord robs business. "Eighth Master, you still don't know me? The funds in my building are all used for eating and drinking, and I don't do serious things at all. ”

The eighth master held a cigarette in his mouth and put his hands in his pockets, as if he was inspecting the rivers and mountains he had laid down...

Behind him, a group of bigwigs in the wall followed closely behind, and the cards were directly full.

Shang Zhongtang, the owner of Building No. 1, who was next to the eighth master, lowered his voice and reported: "Eighth master, in principle, this matter is Xiao Liao's son's fault first, I can't blame the Han family sisters and brothers, besides, Han Lao Mo has provided a lot of convenience to our overseas layout over the years, if his son is moved, what will he do in the future?" ”

"Oh." The eighth master replied lightly and asked rhetorically. "And what do you want me to do?"

"He Liao Zhiheng, but he is the successor I cultivated with my own hands, I regard him as a righteous son, and his blood is thicker than water. I also passed on the No. 8 building I built with my own hands to him. The eighth master was categorical, and his eyes were cold.

Shang Zhongtang twitched the corners of his mouth, a little embarrassed.

secretly sent a WeChat message: "Xiao Zhang, why don't you go in person?" The eighth master is out of the mountain, and the situation is very tense. ”

A group of landlords accompanied the eighth master to the bamboo forest, and Liao Zhiheng, who was broken, choked up on the spot.

"Father-in-law, you're finally here..."

The eighth master was condescending and looked around the audience.

The big guy in the front yard, it's basically time to come.

Those present were all super predators who could speak their minds out of the wall.

At this moment, they are surrounding here to bully a pair of ill-fated sisters and brothers.

Hateful!

Shameful!

"Xiao Liao, I regard you as a righteous son, Dun Dun has taught you for 30 years, and the No. 8 building that I have devoted my life to building has also been passed on to you."

The eighth master stared at Liao Zhiheng deeply, and cut the railway.

Liao Zhiheng hung his head in shame.

After decades of career, he didn't expect that there would be a catastrophe today, and he would lose face.

He is ashamed of his father-in-law's cultivation!

Zhao Changying's face changed sharply, the reputation of this eighth master in the wall, everyone scolded, and it became scum...

Reached into his pocket and sent a WeChat: "Leader, the eighth master is out of the mountain, come quickly..."

"To come or not to come? Lao Tzu was pulled numb by you. ”

The eighth master glanced at Liao Zhiheng coldly, and said word by word: "As the master of the first floor, you are not active in your work, you have problems with your thoughts, and you have a big fart, and you still want to invite me out of the mountain?" If you can't do this job, I'll take your seat instead!" Do you think I'm just your son? Do you think that without you, I won't have Huazi to smoke or drink? ”

"Do you still want to make a face? Engaged in such a big battle on your own turf, and you haven't ever done anyone else? Lao Tzu's face has been lost by you! ”

Liao Zhiheng opened his mouth, sweating profusely.

The landlords who followed behind the eighth master took two steps back, afraid that the eighth master would attack indiscriminately, and even scolded himself.

"Dead? What the hell is that? ”

Zhao Changying received a WeChat message from the old leader.

"Not anymore." Zhao Changying returned to the old leader. "I really don't use it this time."

"Grass!" The old leader immediately replied to the message. "Lao Tzu is almost here, what kind of are you talking to me?"

Zhao Changying frowned, feeling that the old foxes in this wall were more vicious than the other, and they were simply treacherous.

It's not good, don't talk about face, my mother and son can see death when they come.

There are benefits, even if you are cuckolded, you can smile and be happy.

The Iron Lady felt frustrated, feeling that her way was still shallow, and she had to study hard.

"Starling!"

Zhao Changying's old leader, the old fox, who basically handed over Building No. 2 to the Iron Lady to take care of, strode forward, like an old lover who hadn't seen him for many years: "My brother wants you to die!" ”