Chapter 472 Investment (Page 1/1)

Wang Mazi had just come back from the town, and he happened to encounter this incident, and he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, and his heart became happy.

On the way back, he had actually made up his mind, planning to move Chen Mu, no matter what method he used, even if it was a side knock, he wanted to get something out of Chen Mu.

A seemingly ordinary slave worker has a very good knife technique, which is not a normal thing in itself, Wang Mazi is also sick and rushed to the doctor, and plans to give it a try.

I didn't expect this to happen now, it was even more sleepy and sent a pillow, just taking the opportunity to take Chen Mu down, no matter how to deal with it, it can be regarded as a reason.

"What's the panic, is it possible to turn the sky upside down?!"

Wang Mazi roared angrily, kicked the little overseer away, and strode into the courtyard.

When he looked up, Chen Mu was still carrying a firewood knife, standing there and not knowing what he wanted to do.

"You, follow me!"

Wang Mazi waved his hand to disperse the others and let Chen Mu go with him.

Chen Mu was slightly stunned, but there was no good way, so he could only follow Wang Mazi first, and by the way, he threw down the firewood knife in his hand, and knew with his ass that if he wanted to do something with just a firewood knife, it was not realistic at all.

Wang Mazi took Chen Mu into his room, as the second-in-command of the kitchen, or the main person in charge of daily work, Wang Mazi's prestige here is still very high, without his permission, others will not trespass here.

"Sit down, don't be nervous, drink saliva first. ”

After entering the house, Wang Mazi was very polite, let Chen Mu sit down with a big grin, and poured him a glass of water.

Chen Mu didn't understand what this guy wanted to do, but he didn't show too much fear, and he sat down to drink water generously.

This kind of performance made Wang Mazi's eyes light up, and he became more and more sure that Chen Mu was not simple.

"Do you know how to swords?"

Wang Mazi asked thoughtlessly, it was straight to the point, and there was not too much cover-up.

In his opinion, no matter what Chen Mu has, but since he has been reduced to slave labor, there is not much threat in the future.

Of course, Wang Mazi is also a little confident, after so many years, even if he has not become a martial artist, but after all, he is working in this direction and has also participated in the annual examination, so in terms of personal force, he has also worked hard.

Even if the other party knows how to use the knife, Wang Mazi thinks that he is not a vegetarian, and he has learned kung fu for so many years, and his body is far stronger than the other party.

Hearing Wang Mazi's question, Chen Mu was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, and did not deny it, nodding generously and admitting: "A little, do you want to learn?"

Wang Mazi smiled, shook his head and said: "What's the use of me learning swordsmanship, not even a martial artist, even if I learn more subtle tricks, what use can I use, if something happens, isn't it still vulnerable?"

"Then there's nothing worth your work on me. Chen Mu shrugged, looking very calm.

Wang Mazi narrowed his eyes, groaned slightly, and said: "I think you are a talent, so it should be regarded as an investment of mine, from today onwards you don't have to work, I will arrange a spare job for you, you first take care of your body, and when you come in handy in the future." ”

For this very abrupt proposal, Chen Mu didn't hesitate, just nodded and said, "Deal." ”

His self-confident style made Wang Mazi unsure, but he didn't think much about it, he smiled, and took Chen Mu back to the kitchen.

"By the way, do you have a name?"

On the way, Wang Mazi asked without a head.

When slaves are assigned, they all have only one number, and no one cares if they have a name, or what they were called before they are caught, after all, they are not as good as pigs and dogs, and they may die in a few days, who cares about this.

Chen Mu was very calm and nonsense: "Swordsman, they all call me Swordsman." ”

Wang Mazi nodded, didn't ask more, and happily arranged a new position for Chen Mu, nominally an inspector, that is, a mobile supervisor, in fact, he didn't have to do anything, he could wander around if he wanted to, and he would be free if he didn't want to, which was a first-class good job among slave laborers.

In fact, before that, there was no such position at all, only a few small supervisors, and the work of inspection was undertaken by Wang Mazi himself.

Now that Chen Mu has suddenly become such a position, many people in the kitchen outside are baffled, especially the little supervisor who was almost hacked to death by Chen Mu before, and he is even more shocked.

"Damn, is there any mistake, this, this bastard almost hacked me to death just now, why did he become some kind of shit inspector in a blink of an eye, could it be that the boar king is crazy?!"

Watching Chen Mu swagger into the kitchen, the little supervisor was going crazy, his lungs were blown up, but he didn't dare to jump out and die, Wang Mazi was the master of the kitchen outside, if he really went against him, it would definitely be the rhythm of being killed in minutes.

Chen Mu became an inspector in such a daze, but he was also self-aware and didn't really hang around to cause trouble.

To say that Wang Mazi is really good to him, and arranged a separate room for him, although it is only a small utility room in the corner of the courtyard, but it is also a single family, which is not a treatment that slave workers can enjoy.

Even those civilian handymen, who are generally squeezed into a room by several people, that is, chefs with higher qualifications, are eligible for a single room.

This arrangement is very satisfying to Chen Mu, saying that he is an inspector, but in fact, there is nothing to do at all, but there are many benefits.

For example, on the issue of eating, Wang Mazi specially greeted the back kitchen, which was equivalent to opening a small stove for Chen Mu.

Of course, it's not that Chen Mu cooks alone, but Chen Mu's authority is much higher than that of slave laborers, and slave laborers are not as good as pigs and dogs, even if they are a few small overseers, that is, they eat some leftovers.

For example, the civilian handyman is slightly better, but the food is not very good, even if the grains, wild vegetables, and wowotou are good, and occasionally you can eat a little minced meat.

That is, chef-level characters, can eat better, at least often be able to eat meat.

I also want to say here, don't think that Buddhism is vegetarian, at least in many Buddhist temples here, there is no such thing as vegetarianism, and it is normal to have big fish and meat.

Come to think of it, this is a dangerous wasteland, and maintaining one's own combat effectiveness is the most important guarantee of survival, and eating meat is part of combat effectiveness.

What's more, it is not easy to farm in the wasteland, although there are many mutant plants, but in general, mutant beasts are more mainstream, hunting and eating meat is the staple food of warriors, even if it is on the side of Buddhism, it is no exception.

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