My Shenhao system is very wrong

Chapter 243 Gunshots
It's already one o'clock at night, and Xiong Yi is still struggling in front of the computer, chatting with different men using more than 20 WeChat IDs at the same time.

Here is a sentence: "I also work here alone, and sometimes I feel very lonely."

The other side replied: "Grandpa is getting older and likes to stay in the mountains frying tea. I am going back this time to accompany him and learn how to fry tea myself."

After chatting on WeChat in front of him, Xiong Yi turned around again and started typing on the computer behind him.

"The tea harvested by Guoguo this time is roasted by himself. If you want, Guoguo can send it to you, but I hope you don't dislike other people's craftsmanship after receiving it {shy}{shy} .”

While typing, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but sigh silently.

In this world, there are too many fools and not enough liars.

Since the last time he cheated a huge amount of money for the company from the brain-dead tycoon who had been chatting with him for more than half a year, his level has been raised several levels in one breath.

Now he has mastered the initial freedom, and the living environment and eating conditions have been greatly improved.

It's just that the workload has suddenly increased several times.

Every time he looked at the several screens that had been forcibly added to the room, Xiong Yi couldn't help but cursed viciously in his heart: "Damn it, these damn liars are not only cheating money, but they are also a bunch of capitalists."

Obviously from the point of view of these swindlers, he has made meritorious service, but the rewards are pitifully small, and they are still squeezing themselves harder.

Xiong Yi is very aware of the mentality of this group of people, that is, since you are doing well, please do more, since you are valuable, then don't blame us for squeezing them harder.

And the most shameless thing is that although the leaders of this gang of deadly liars have added so much work to themselves, they still pretend to tell themselves that all this is conscious, not forced, let Xiong Yi choose whether to do it or not .

In Sonny's words, even if Xiong Yi cheats less than a penny a year, he can still get full enjoyment.

But do I really have a choice?

From Sonny's tone of emphasis on the word "enjoyment", Xiong Yi didn't need to think much to understand that the enjoyment he said and the enjoyment he understood were completely different.

Fortunately, although the situation seems to be getting worse, Xiong Yi has always maintained an optimistic attitude.

So what if the workload increases, even if the number of people chatting at the same time changes from seven or eight to more than 20?

Doesn't this just give me a chance to persuade more people not to be deceived?

This is also in line with Xiong Yi's expectations. To put it proudly, after the funds of the stupid local tycoon were transferred to the company account, although he was still looking for targets in accordance with the company's regulations, he really never cheated again. Divide the money.

Every time he chatted, he was under the surveillance of the company's backend, using various hints to reveal some information to his targets, so that they could finally see through his disguise.

However, he did not disclose the information that he was detained and forced.

Because Xiong Yi knew that even if he revealed it, it would be useless. He was in a foreign country, and even if a well-meaning person called the police, there would be no way to rescue him.

Let me be in hell, let my heart be bright!
Every time he thinks of this, Xiong Yi has a sense of pride in dedicating himself to socialism, and he can eat several more servings of instant noodles and ham sausage.

Under such a high-pressure state, Xiong Yi felt that his level of cryptic hints had definitely improved by leaps and bounds. If he sent his brain to Trisolaran, the stories he told in a few hundred years might be even more cryptic than Yun Tianming's.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L l L L K L I I

In accordance with the company's designated language, Xiong Yi used a voice changer to disguise himself as a girl and send a heartbroken voice to the person he was chatting with.

Then, he took his hands off the keyboard, leaned back on the chair and sighed: "What the hell are these days? If I stay here any longer, I can go work in an intelligence agency."

After scolding, Xiong Yi picked up the Coke on the table and downed it hard. It was all thanks to that stupid local tycoon last time that he could have such a good diet.

After drinking the Coke, he stood up and walked outside the house.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Sonny was still standing at the door like a door god. He asked casually when he saw Xiong Yi coming out.

Every time he saw Sonny, Xiong Yi couldn't help but think to himself, doesn't this man need a rest?Why whenever I come out of the room, I can see him standing at my door.

Why do you want to be the lackey of this fraud group if you have such ability? Wouldn't it be better to go to prison and become a prison guard?
Come to think of it, Xiong Yi would not show any dissatisfaction on his face.

So after hearing Sonny's question, he just gently raised the roll of paper in his hand, and replied angrily: "Shit!"

"Wait!" Sonny stopped Xiong Yi, took out a plate of mosquito coils under his suspicious eyes and handed it over: "Although it is already December, there are still a lot of mosquitoes in the toilet at night, you take this, Otherwise, be careful to be sucked dry."

Looking at the things in Sonny's hands, Xiong Yi's face turned pale, and then he complained: "Damn! Why don't you change to a better place knowing that the conditions are so difficult? The company cheated so much money and made us squat in the dry toilet. Inhuman."

It's not that Xiong Yi is coquettish, it's because the mosquitoes in Malaysia are too scary.

You must know that Xiong Yi also grew up in the village when he was a child. At that time, the conditions were very poor, and everyone used dry toilets, and the toilets were usually built next to the pigsty. Needless to say, the sanitary conditions.

But even so, the mosquitoes in rural toilets in China are still much worse than those in Malaysia.

Have you ever seen a flower mosquito as long as your finger?
It's almost commonplace here, with the ghastly creatures covering the walls of every toilet.

Hearing Xiong Yi's complaints, Sonny also seemed to empathize with him. In fact, not only those poor people who were tricked into being liars, but even their thugs and backbones complained about the current living conditions, but the complaints belonged to Complain, they have no way to change these things for the time being.

Thinking of this, Sonny said helplessly: "There is no way, it is easy to be caught if you don't hide in the village. You also know that Huaguo has stepped up efforts to crack down on cross-border fraud. The boss is also squatting in the dry toilet every day like us ?"

Because Xiong Yi has made great contributions to the company, Sonny's attitude towards him is not as indifferent as before, but Xiong Yi doesn't appreciate it, because he knows that the other party is sent by the company to take care of him.

Looking at Xiong Yi's back, Sonny suddenly asked again: "Do you need to take the whole roll of paper with you to poop?"

"You want to care?! Is it okay for me to have a big butt?" Xiong Yi didn't turn his head, and continued walking towards the frightening toilet after throwing down a cruel sentence.

Holding the mosquito coil, Xiong Yi walked to a simple toilet a little far outside the house, lit the mosquito coil, endured the stench inside and the mosquitoes and flies flying everywhere, took off his pants and squatted down.

"Please! Brothers, don't suck my blood. I've been eating junk food recently, and blood stinks!"

Holding the mosquito coil and waving it around, Xiong Yi muttered prayers while solving his physical problems as soon as possible.

After a wave of smooth release, Xiong Yi was about to take out a roll of paper to wipe his butt when he suddenly heard several short gunshots coming from the house in the distance.

(End of this chapter)