Greatest anchor in history

Chapter 91 Pig's IQ is not in the service area

"What's so difficult about this?" The old pig raised the pig's trotters high with confidence and pride on his face.

In this regard, Zhang Xiaoqiang exhaled, shook his head and said, "Brother Pig, you are looking carefully, what is that?"

The old pig frowned, and retorted: "What else could it be? Of course it's "cloth"?"

After all, flexibly stretch the pig's trotters, from one to two, from two to fist.

He still explained in his mouth: "This is one, this is scissors, this is a fist, this is..."

"En?" Seeming to have discovered something incredible, the old pig accelerated the frequency of finger movement, stopped suddenly for a while, put the pig's trotters in front of his eyes, then raised his head in astonishment, and said a shocking sentence: "My Oh my god! So I only have two fingers! Can you believe I can't make "cloth"!?"

The corners of his lips twitched twice, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to say something, but he couldn't bear to speak after all.

No wonder!You said that the old pig is mentally handicapped like that, if Zhang Xiaoqiang was going to add insult to injury at this time, and said that he was short of body, wouldn't he be pouring salt on the old pig's wound.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoqiang is so understanding and sympathetic, but the old pig doesn't take the defect of pig's feet as a serious matter at all.

After figuring out the real reason for his loss, the old pig turned his hooves rather unconvinced, and said using "two" as a comparison: "Puhou, did you see that! You won't win by force, and I can't do it. You have won by tricks!"

The great sage stood proudly, disdainful and contemptuous: "Joke! You can't produce cloth, that's your problem. If I had known that I didn't have that fine steel drill, I wouldn't have done porcelain work. You think you can produce cloth, and you are my old grandson's opponent." It’s a joke! My old grandson is telling you the truth, you idiot! I still haven’t figured out where the gap is between you and me!”

"Come on! There's still a gap! Don't be ashamed! This is the next year's population crunch, so I can't attach myself to a pig. How about you have a chance to beat me? I think you're the one who's joking. But since I'm talking about this Come on, I'd like to hear your opinion! Tell me, what's the difference between you and me?" The old pig was dissatisfied.

The Great Sage snorted coldly, pouted his lips, and then pointed his hands on his head, his cross-eyed eyes shot out a sharp light: "IQ, my old grandson's IQ crushes you! This is the biggest gap between you and me. How about Said you were an idiot!"

What words hurt the most?The truth hurts the most.

Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply agreed with the great sage's truth.

It is said that people must be self-aware, so why not pigs.

At least today's incident seriously revealed Laozhu's lack of IQ.

At this point, the matter finally came to an end. In the final result, there was no suspense. The Great Sage still won a complete victory in terms of appearance and IQ.

After the defeat, Laozhu felt extremely sad and indignant, and made his own request to Zhang Xiaoqiang on the spot.

Seeing Lao Zhu being so sad, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt very uncomfortable.

After all, as someone who has experienced it, the number of times Zhang Xiaoqiang was bullied and his experience definitely belonged to the "strongest king" level of the human team.

Therefore, Lao Zhu's depressed mood at the moment made him deeply sympathetic.

"Tell me, if you need my help, just ask! As long as I can do it, I will do my best!"

People always sympathize with the weak habitually, and Zhang Xiaoqiang himself is the fighting chicken among the weak chickens.

What's more, Lao Zhu lived and slept with him for a while, except for not masturbating with him, other aspects are absolutely worthy of the word "brother".

Most importantly, Laozhu taught Zhang Xiaoqiang a lot of theoretical knowledge in the pursuit of Su Lengche.

So now that the old pig is in trouble, how can Zhang Xiaoqiang have any reason to sit on the sidelines?
The old pig was also unambiguous, straightforward, and said a few words concisely: "I'm hungry after tossing for a while!"

Turn grief into appetite!

Nodding his head, Zhang Xiaoqiang patted the old pig on the shoulder without saying a word: "Don't worry, brother pig, I will take care of this matter, brother, and I will go and fix the meal for you."

Two hours later, the dining table was in a mess, and the old pig ate over sixty catties of rice for the pain before he gave up.

Looking at the empty rice cooker on the table, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help expressing his feelings.

No wonder people say that life is too short to enjoy yourself when you can, and there's so much truth in that.Poor people, don't play sad games for nothing. This thing is really not affordable for ordinary people. Playing too much will hurt your money, the key is to hurt your stomach.

This is probably because he has changed the "carrier" and is not used to it. After overeating, even though he eats as much as an old pig, he also has symptoms of discomfort.

The specific symptom is that in the next half an hour or so, the old pig usurped the right to use the toilet.

He performed nearly a dozen heavy metal percussion pieces for Zhang Xiaoqiang for free in a very rhythmic way.

This may not be the best concert Zhang Xiaoqiang has ever heard, but it is definitely the most interesting concert.

Man, that disgusting "fragrance" is just...

After cleaning the battlefield destroyed by the Great Sage and the old pig in the house, Zhang Xiaoqiang made a rough inventory of the items damaged in the battle between the two. The list is roughly as follows:
A [-]-inch high-definition large-screen spherical TV.

A local gold electronic quartz clock.

A bottle of Coke in [-].

And a ****Art Life 3D Blu-ray**** collection disc.

……

Fortunately, during the battle, Zhang Xiaoqiang promptly explained the importance of the files inside the mainframe case, otherwise the hundreds of gigabytes of art documentaries of art masters he had carefully collected over the years would have been burned.

This can be regarded as the most fortunate thing for Zhang Xiaoqiang among all the bad things today.

That's it, busy until eight o'clock in the evening.

The "fragrance" produced by the old pig in the air is finally dissipated by the convective air.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the late hour and thought about going back to his room to rest. After all, he has been tossing him all day, almost no different from his grandson.

But before he could make a move, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked impatiently.

"SF Express!"

"Express delivery!?" Subconsciously standing up, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked towards the gate inexplicably.

Feeling helpless, I muttered: "I didn't order anything from the Internet, how could there be express delivery?"

When he arrived at the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang was startled. When the dim lights were turned off, a big head poked faintly, flickering and appearing.

"Sir, this door of your house..."

Only then did Zhang Xiaoqiang realize that the door to his home had been destroyed by the Great Sage. No wonder ghosts were flashing in front of his eyes.

"That's how I designed this door, in a Gothic style. By the way, you said I would deliver it?"

"Yes! Sir! Are you Madan?"

"Who are you yelling at!?" Seeing the damaged door, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of how the home was ruined, and immediately became angry, thinking that even the courier brother came to tease me.

(End of this chapter)