My beautiful boss with a poisonous tongue: Abuse

Chapter 506 Monsters
"A lot." Beggar is a simple word.

"How much is a lot?"

The great monk stretched out three fingers, and I guessed, "Thirty thousand?"

The great monk shook his head.

"Three thousand?"

The great monk shook his head again.

"Could it be three hundred?"

The Taoist took a puff of cigarette and nodded lightly: "Yes. Three hundred."

My day, is three hundred called a lot? A rich woman like her only gave three hundred to clean you up?What can a mere 300 yuan do? Even if it is difficult to eat a big meal, this is also called a lot?
But I thought about it in a blink of an eye, the old beggars were still living in the past. The money at that time was different from what it is now. More than 20 years ago, the old Taoist priests probably paid around [-] yuan for a day of ritual work. [-] is really not enough for them. They were begging all the way and no one was willing to give them alms. Seeing them hiding or running away, Kong Xuerui was willing to give them three hundred. No wonder they were grateful.

The reason why I think it is less is because I know Kong Xuerui’s net worth and know that she is a super rich woman. For ordinary people, giving a few beggars 300 yuan is actually a lot, at least we rarely see anyone on the street. Give so much.

I don't want this kind of mentality. No matter how rich Kong Xuerui is, she has earned it by herself. Why should she spend a lot of money?

I feel a little ridiculous, laughing that I have become the general manager and still have such a ridiculous idea, it is too immature, if Lin Manxue finds out, she must be very disappointed in me.

I put away my small thoughts, the four of us sat around, and now the three of them and I are getting more and more casual, and we have a good relationship. According to the Taoist priest, we are brothers, regardless of age.

These people are quite simple-minded, and after getting acquainted with each other, they began to call me brothers and sisters. They stopped calling me baby and called me junior junior brother, and I stopped calling them seniors, and called them senior brothers directly.

After staying with these weirdos for a long time, my thinking is also a little messy, and I don't care about these tedious red tapes, and we make friends from the heart.

They began to tell me about their life on Long Island. The three of them took turns to fight. The monk, the Taoist priest, and the beggar talked about it one by one, and when they got excited, they got up and gestured a few times.

The more I heard it, the more surprised I was. Long Island is more beautiful than I imagined, more charming and more dangerous and magical. I am full of fantasy about this place. I really hope to go to Long Island to see it.

"Brother Monk, since Dragon Island is so good, why did you come out of Dragon Island?" I'm leaving the island.

This is somewhat inexplicable.

The beggar smoked the cigarette all the way to the butt, and said somewhat depressedly: "We didn't come out on our own initiative, we were driven out by a monster."

"Monster? What monster?"

The Taoist frowned and said, "It's a huge monster. We can't tell what it is. This monster is very fierce. It occupied our territory and drove us into the sea."

Another question came to my mind, they didn't go to Long Island in a day or two, it took more than [-] years, why didn't the monsters drive them away before, but now they come to drive them away?
No wonder the monsters appeared only recently?
"You have lived on Long Island for more than [-] years. Why did this monster appear at this time? Haven't you seen it before?"

"Dragon Island has a very large area, and there are many monsters on it, big and small, some you've seen, some you've never seen, some you've heard of, and some you've never heard of. During the years we've lived on Dragon Island, we've encountered all sorts of strange things. But the appearance of this monster was indeed last year, and I haven't seen it in the past few years."

"Is it an alien species?"

The Taoist thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say. Maybe it hides somewhere and sleeps."

"Does it live in the sea or on land?"

"It is afraid of water. The reason why we can escape is because it is afraid of water. It only dares to chase to the beach, and it will not chase us when we go into the sea."

I thought of a possibility: "Then you stay in the sea all the time, and it can't do anything to you."

The beggar said dejectedly: "We also planned this way at the beginning, but what's annoying is that last time we hid in the sea, there was a sudden heavy rain and we were washed out."

"Is this how you left Long Island?"

The three of them nodded in unison.

"Are you still planning to go back to Long Island?"

The great monk said angrily: "Of course. Long Island is my home, so I don't go to Long Island. This monster has taken over my home, we have to deal with it when we go back."

"How to clean up?"

The Taoist leader had a plan: "We plan to get some firecrackers, crossbows, gunpowder and poison to go in. Fighting monsters with bare hands will only lead to death in vain."

Taoist priests and the others have been away from the outside for too long. More than 20 years ago, some farmers or hunters in the mountains might still have firecrackers and shotguns, but now the control of guns, gunpowder, and poisons is very strict. Where can they get them.

Bows and crossbows are relatively simple, and you can make them yourself. The Taoist priest said that he was both a Taoist priest and a carpenter when he was young, and doing these things is not a matter of one sentence.

"When do you plan to go to Dragon Island again?"

The Taoist priest suddenly stared blankly at the distant sky without saying a word. It took him a while to come back to his senses. I think the great monk and the old beggar are exactly the same.

Seeing such a scene, I suddenly thought of a five-character poem by Li Bai: Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown.They must be homesick.

Children who are far away from home don't want to go home.

"We have been away from Yaowang Village for more than 20 years. It was the place where I was born and raised. I don't know if there is any chance to go back in this life, so the three of us plan to go back to Yaowang Village first, collect all our things, and then go to Long Island."

The birds love the old forest, the pond fish think about the old abyss, everyone has a feeling of nostalgia for their hometown, but the old Taoist priest and the great monk know that Yaowang Village is not what it used to be, and they can no longer live there. Long Island is the most suitable place for them to retire.

In a sense, Long Island has also become their hometown, their second hometown.

"You chose to stay and follow Kong Xueqiang to protect him secretly, is it because you don't have the travel expenses to go home?"

The old beggar said "hmm" and then said:
"We don't have the money to go back by car. We followed Young Master Kong secretly while begging along the street, hoping to get some money, but the effect is not very good, and we haven't asked for any money these days."

"How did you come to Hangzhou?"

The Taoist replied: "Miss Kong sent someone to pick us up. At that time, the great monk and the old beggar were injured by monsters, and then washed away from Long Island by the sea. Those Miss Kong brought a group of people to play on the beach. We happened to be begging near the beach, but no one paid any attention to us. Later we set up a simple arena on the beach, and I competed with the great monk, attracting some tourists to give us money. Miss Kong saw that we were pitiful, and looked After a while, we were rewarded with 300 yuan for the performance, and an accompanying doctor was called to treat the wounds of the great monk and the old beggar."

"You followed her like this?"

(End of this chapter)