I arranged the system

Chapter 121 Binding
Evil Mine.

"Idiot young master, are you surrounded by people who are taking advantage of you? There are three big bosses, is it complicated?" Fan Bei looked at the sword system page and thought to himself.

Obviously, this guy is the master selected by the sword system, and at this time, the sword has sent a binding request message.

"People are stupid and have a lot of money. Do you choose this target?"

He thought for a while, and sent a "yes" message.

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On the lawn of a villa, the fat man lay on the grass basking in the sun, and continued to make the sword longer and shorter.

"Sword, sword, can you reach the sky?"

"Yes, but I need energy." Baojian affirmed.

"Energy, what is that?"

"It is the core of the spirit."

"Oh, that thing, my mother's storeroom is almost out of storage." The fat man said indifferently.

"As long as you want me to grow, you need as many as you want."

"How is it calculated?"

"One meter for one."

When the fat man heard this, he got excited and said: "I heard them say that the sky is very high, thousands of kilometers long. Does that mean there are millions of them?"

"Hey, aren't you stupid?" Bao Jian asked in surprise.

"I've always been very smart. I can remember what others say once I hear it." The fat man said proudly.

"A fool never admits that he is a fool." Bao Jian said contemptuously.

"Wait, I'll get you those fruits to eat." The fat man turned over and got up from the lawn, put the sword in his arms, and ran towards a circular building complex in the distance.

After turning around and around, the fat man came to the circular building, which turned out to be a warehouse area.

As soon as he came here, two burly men surrounded him.

"Young Master, Madam has an order. If you come here again, let us break your legs." One of them stopped him.

"What? This is impossible, I'm going in!" The fat man immediately rolled on the ground when he heard this.

His fat and oily face was immediately covered with grass clippings and dust.

The two big men had no choice but to take out the walkie-talkie and report to their supervisors.

Not long after, a thin old man came over with a cane. He trembled slightly and had difficulty walking, which made people doubt how he could do a good job in such an important position as the warehouse supervisor.

Seeing the fat man rolling on the ground, he immediately swung his cane and hit him.

"I asked you to come here every day to steal things. No matter how big our Hou family's family business is, you will lose it all!"

"Third Grandpa, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, let me go." The fat man scrambled and fled outside.

"I'm so pissed off, big brother, you are the spirit of heaven, can't you bless us with a reliable heir?" The thin old man sighed helplessly as he watched the fat man roll away.

The two burly men showed disdainful expressions on their faces at the same time.

No matter how big the Hou family's family business is, no matter how many old people support it, there will be such a weak young master, and sooner or later it will disperse.

Perhaps this is retribution. The former president insisted on going his own way, disregarding everyone's opposition and ethics, married his cousin Hou Jinhua, and gave birth to a stupid son.

Even he himself disappeared inexplicably during a long trip.

We are not the ancients, who doesn't know that the marriage of close relatives is easy to give birth to fools?Of course, there are so-called geniuses, but the probability is too low.

Fatty Hou escaped from the warehouse area in embarrassment and returned to the lawn where he was resting.

This is the core area of ​​the Nanling Chamber of Commerce. It seems that there are no bodyguards around him, but in fact there are people watching him all the time.

On the far side of the lawn, there are two workers who are repairing the lawn. They are actually one of the bodyguards.

"Bao Jian, Bao Jian, it seems that you can't let you pierce the sky. My mother is really, to let someone as old as the third grandfather go to the warehouse as a supervisor." He said angrily.

Bao Jian replied: "When you become the president, won't you be able to control those things as you like?"

"President, I don't want to do it. It's too tiring. I have to read so many documents every day." A gleam flashed in the fat man's eyes.

When Bao Jian heard this, he immediately said: "This is not easy. As long as you become stronger, you don't need to read the documents yourself. Just find some weak scholars to do things for you."

"But my mother said that if I don't do it myself, others will fool me." The fat man wondered.

"Fool, as long as you show your fists, are you afraid of being fooled by others? In troubled times, you are king if you have a gun. How many educated warlords are there? It's not the same as being a king."

"It's quite right, but I'm useless, and I haven't had the talent for cultivation since I was a child." The fat man grabbed a piece of grass and bit it casually.

"As long as you agree to bind with me, I will turn you from useless to genius."

"Bind?" The fat man's eyes turned cold, he looked at the sword, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "No, no, my mother said, you must never be bound by someone, it's too dangerous, I won't bind you of."

He meditated in his heart, and finally saw the sword. Some people seemed eager to treat me as a puppet, and this sword was their medium to control me.

"That's up to you!" Baojian has long been annoyed. Efficiency comes first. This is the task assigned to it by the system maker. Only by earning a lot of spiritual power can the system continue to develop for a long time.

After finishing speaking, while the fat man was stunned, the sword pierced into his chest and began to bind it forcibly.

A joke, the system is bound to the host, do you still need the host's consent?
If the host is very strong, it may not be possible, but this fat man is definitely not among them.

"Damn it, what the hell are you?" The fat man showed panic on his face, and hurriedly shouted to the people around him, "Come on, come on, there is something wrong with the sword that Zhao Boyue gave me as a tribute!"

Before he finished shouting, more than a dozen people appeared almost at the same time, and two others hid nearby and got out from under the grass.

Before they saw each other playing swords very frankly, they didn't care about it for a while, but they got into a big mess.

That sword went straight into the young master's chest!
Make your own way!

Many bodyguards have this idea. In the past, they repeatedly stopped strange things from approaching each other, but they were scolded by the other party and even drove away many people. Slowly, they will control less, as long as they are not outsiders Tribute, they generally do not stop.

Did not expect this to happen today!
However, some people had joy in their eyes.

Half an hour later, the fat man was carried into the president's office by four people and placed on the sofa.

"What happened?" Hou Jinhua panicked and ran over from behind the desk.

"Mom, I'm done. Zhao Boyue, a villain, wanted to plead for his son to give me a tribute sword. When I was playing, it suddenly wanted to assassinate me! Now it has penetrated into my chest and is heading towards my heart." , It’s over, I’m sure I won’t survive tomorrow!”

The fat man yelled and burst into tears.

"Impossible, Zhao Boyue doesn't have the guts, his family is quite loyal," Hou Jinhua hesitated for a moment, this kid also framed a few old people in the meeting before, asking her to trouble those people, and it turned out afterwards that the reason was not with his son this side.

"No, he did it. I knew earlier that his family is not a good guy! His son, Zhao Sheng, stole Xiaomei, and he wanted to usurp power a long time ago!" The fat man said pointingly.

"You said he assassinated you, I think you are much stronger now than before!" Hou Jinhua put his hands on the opponent's body, and after sensing it, he immediately felt relieved, "There is no curse or poison, you are completely fine. No!"

(End of this chapter)