For the little devil, Qiu San has never had a good impression.

It has not been a few years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and he still remembers the embarrassment on his master's face when he talked about these things.

Nowadays, some people talk about the ancients, and they are naturally gearing up and eager to show their hands.

"Neither!"

The middle-aged ghost seemed to have drunk a cup and sighed greedily, "I was ruined in the hands of a woman, but I pity my dignified scholar and am upright." ”

"Woman?" Qiu San blinked, a little surprised, "Didn't you rob that Dazuo's woman?"

He made a head-killing gesture as he spoke.

"Neither!" the ghost flickered, "the little devils aren't all bad, or I wouldn't be here." The ancients had a saying that honesty does not deceive me, but women and villains are difficult to raise. ”

"Don't be verbose!" Qiu San said impatiently.

"It all started 80 years ago, when I was working in a factory in Japan, managing four or five hundred people in the factory. That's a big factory, and the benefits are good. At that time, there were a lot of people who wanted to go, and most of them went in through the back door. The middle-aged man seemed to be caught up in his memories.

Qiu San secretly scolded him in his heart for being a traitor, and he couldn't wait to put him into the Bafang pot immediately.

But there was a big girl Feng inside, and she lent it to Yan Niang tonight to catch up.

The guy who really didn't take advantage of it.

Counting on Su Dye them? The big man's heart is troubled again.

However, he was also a little curious about the woman's affairs, and he didn't know if he could ease it this time.

"Is there something going on here?"

"Of course, managing such a large factory. There are many things to do, and I like to strive for perfection in all aspects. There is no sand in the eyes, and it is not good to see a little. Probably that's where misfortune comes from. The middle-aged male ghost sighed, "I didn't know how to get into trouble with Zhao Ling and Li Xue, the two female devils. ”

"Zhao Ling, Li Xue, could it be that your death has something to do with them?" Fang Qiu San could see that this ghost was a portrait of death.

Unexpectedly, the other party really nodded, "A spit and a nail, a tree lives a skin, and a person lives a face." One of these two women has unclean hands and feet, and the other is a watery poplar. I have always had to say things that I don't tolerate sand in my eyes, and I always have to say them, hoping to stop those bad things, but who would have expected to leave trouble. ”

Qiu San was in a fog when he heard this, and only after a while did he say, "What did these two people do?"

"Zhao Ling loves to hold grudges, once she was found by me smuggling textiles from the factory, I reprimanded her fiercely in front of everyone. I still have to remember the cold look in the other person's eyes. ”

When he said this, he couldn't help but shudder, and he looked a little afraid.

"She's going around slandering me, and I've heard that. But firstly, I was busy with work, and secondly, I disdained to argue with a woman. As for the leader of the second group that Li Xue has always wanted to hook up with, he was criticized by me by name. The two often get together. I've heard that most of them are dissatisfied with me. ”

“...”

Qiu San snorted, "Don't you say that they killed you?"

Even at that time, the lawsuit of eating human life was terrible.

The middle-aged male ghost shook his head, "That's not true, but one day the two of them suddenly changed their normal behavior and stammered respectfully to me." Especially that Li Xue even openly wrote me a love letter. ”

"Huh?" Before he could finish speaking, Qiu San's eyes couldn't help but widen, "What do they want to do? ”