Super Engineering Boss System

The ex-president of Sam's Nation still looks proud.

However, the corner of his mouth that had been beaten was slightly cracked.

If you move your lips even a little bit, you will feel pain all over your body.

"Isn't it the first time!"

The golden-haired old ghost said weakly.

He just finished.

Then there was another "slap", and the whole person was slapped again.

"Let me tell you. I almost suffocated here!"

"When I came here, there were fruits for the first time. You are making trouble, and there is no fruit at all!"

"The second time, you made a fuss and ate canned food directly!"

"Now the fuck, we all eat potatoes!"

"Yes! It's all thanks to you!"

....
Everyone said one sentence to another, angrily cursing the blond-haired old ghost!

"I am here for our common enemy! We will not give in! We will not admit defeat!"

Before the blond-haired old ghost finished speaking, he was beaten up by these people again.

"You can do whatever you want, I won't suffer with you!"

"That's right! You fucking don't admit defeat on your own! I don't care about these things!"

.....
A few people scolded me again and again.

The blond-haired old ghost was in a daze as if he was about to find a crack in the ground and get in.

He really wanted to cry but had no tears.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the special transport truck.

Ye Ping followed the crowd with food.

Everyone, including Ross Charlton, was starving.

Lie on the window like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, looking at the food in Ye Ping's hands, he almost bleeds out.

"Today you have old friends, and I specially reward you with an apple."

Ye Ping said with a smile.

The blond-haired old ghost's eyes were a little sharp, and he said,
"You are abusing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ping didn't even need to do anything. The next second, he was slapped directly by Ross Charlton.

Immediately afterwards, Ross Charlton smiled and said to Ye Ping,

"Mr. Ye, I'm really sorry, this bastard can't be a man!"

"Let's teach him a lesson!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!"

....
These people said to Ye Ping one sentence at a time.

The blond-haired old ghost still had a look of grief and indignation.

What's wrong with all these people!
"Be good!"

Ye Ping said unhurriedly.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

This is the first time.

The second time is when the meal is delivered in the evening.

The blond-haired old ghost had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

This time, his attitude was quite good, and he said to Ye Ping with a smile on his face,
"I was wrong, Mr. Ye. Give me a chance to correct myself!"

At this time, Ye Ping was holding food in his hand, and he didn't intend to give it to the old ghost with blond hair.

But I didn't expect this old thing to be so spineless.

It took only one morning to be cowardly.

Ye Ping looked at the golden-haired old ghost with a smile,

"You are the former president of Sam's country. You have a lot of money!"

"Aren't you amazing! Look at the way you spoke in front of the media all over the world, I really admire you!"

Ye Ping said unhurriedly.

Every time he said a word, the face of the blond-haired old ghost turned black for a while, and the corners of his mouth trembled with pain.

"It's all in the past, it's all because I don't understand things, it's all because I'm blind!"

"President Ye, please give me more opportunities! I will definitely correct myself! I must perform well!"

The blond-haired old ghost said tremblingly.

Ye Ping smiled, looked at the former president scrutinizingly, and said unhurriedly,
"Do you know what I called you? Blonde-haired old ghost!"

"Your hair is golden yellow, and the old ghost means that you are the former president of Sam's country. So I think you are very suitable for this title!"

Ye Ping said unhurriedly.

"This nickname is good, as long as it's Mr. Ye, you'll be fine!"

The former president of Sam's Nation is not very fluent in speech.

"It's not bad, no wonder I can be the president. The adaptability is very strong!"

Ye Ping said.

"Give you a chance! I have a live video here. You just face this camera, every time you say how good this special transport truck is. If you can increase the sales of my special transport truck a lot, I can release you .”

After Ye Ping finished speaking, he turned and left.

Seeing this, the golden-haired old ghost hurriedly asked,
"Is it still costing hundreds of millions! Can it be cheaper!"

"This is the cost price, it's up to you!"

As Ye Ping walked, he waved his back to the golden-haired old ghost.

Only then did Ross Charlton show politeness to the blond-haired old ghost.

The same goes for everyone else.

These people seem to have been brainwashed.

You tell him one sentence at a time,
"I'm just telling you! Mr. Ye is a nice guy!"

"Yes, if we treat Mr. Ye well together, then we will have the hope of going out!"

"I hope you can do a good job selling to Mr. Ye. If Mr. Ye is happy, then we will all be saved!"

Everyone gnawed on their potatoes and said to the blond old ghost.

The former president of Sam's Country didn't say a word, just wiped his tears silently.

But he held back his tears and continued to the video,
"Hello everyone, Hirano Construction Company's special transport trucks are quite good, I hope you can buy a few!"

"By the way, although it is relatively expensive. But it is worth having."

"Rothschild, come and see, this is your brother, this is your family. They have been imprisoned here for a long time. You see they are still alive!"

The blond-haired old ghost said excitedly to the camera.

Ross Charlton and the others in the back also stared at the camera excitedly.

Rothschild, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, said with a look of resentment.

He is complicated inside.

First of all, his vitality was seriously injured this time.

Not only members of the Las Vegas organization have been imprisoned, but the former president of Sam's country has also been captured.

The key is.

At this time, he was still talking to Ye Ping.

He, Rothschild, couldn't hold on any longer.

Perhaps this is the end of failure.

"Should I compromise? If not, what else can I do?"

Rothschild's face was full of question marks, and he didn't know what to do next.

At the same moment, in the giant prison of Sam's Country, a bloody Nian burst out.

He abruptly pulled out a hole from the prison manhole cover and climbed out.

He looked like he was covered in blood, his clothes were disheveled, and his skin was swarthy all over his body.

The moment he appeared, it felt like crawling out of a pile of dead people, and it looked really scary.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head and shouted,
"Click"

A burst of thunder resounded through the sky, and a bolt of lightning flashed across quickly.