I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

"Well, cough..." Guo Yaoting pretended to cough at this time, took out a white handkerchief and wiped his mouth and said: "Secretary Xiang underestimated my Guo family too much. I just have a few bottles of Maotai. To be honest, I still have I’ve washed my feet with Maotai wine, and it’s very effective in treating athlete’s foot!”

"Ah? Really?" Xiang Gaoyang exclaimed. He remembered that he had been the secretary of the municipal party committee for three years. Not only did he wash his feet with Moutai, but he even poured a little bit of it to wash his hands without even opening his mouth. He was usually at the reception. Zhongdu asked his secretary or driver to use a sharp instrument to pry open the mouth of the empty Maotai bottle he had drank from, and was overjoyed that three cents worth of wine could still be poured out of it.

"It's different to be wealthy!" Guan Wusha sighed sincerely. He thought that if he were not in the powerful position of Organization Minister, I would have to go into business!

"Wan Chun, one bottle per table, more if not enough!" Guo Yaoting ordered with a wave of his hand.

"Dad, this..." Guo Wanchun looked embarrassed. He thought to himself: These 18 tables are 18 bottles of Moutai. Even if the purchase price was 600 yuan a bottle, it would cost tens of thousands of yuan in total.

"Do you want me to go get it myself? I still have a few boxes at home!" Guo Yaoting shouted.

Guo Wanchun sighed "Alas" and said to Guo Kun: "Serve the wine, one bottle for each table!"

Guo Kun asked two workers to bring two pieces of Maotai liquor. One bottle was placed on each table. The team members cheered and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Guo Yaoting frowned and felt a pain in his heart: These team members are all strong men. Their interest is aroused. How much will they drink? This is 20-year-old Moutai! According to the market price, a bottle costs more than a thousand!

When he was feeling distressed, he spoke to Gao Yang: "Every team member, pick up your wine glass, come and toast to the complete success of the third martial arts competition in Biancheng!"

"Do it!" the team members shouted in unison, pouring a glass of wine into their mouths.

"It's really good wine! It's totally different from the wine I'm used to!" Everyone praised.

Zhu Qingyu thought to himself: The Guo family's wine may not be clean. If you don't drink it, it will be in vain. Let's take this opportunity to let them bleed, not to mention paying so much money! So I opened my stomach and started drinking.

Xiang Gaoyang raised his glass again and said to Guo Yaoting and Guo Wanchun: "On behalf of the prefectural committee and myself, I would like to toast Mr. Guo and Wanchun a glass of wine. Your Guo family is the protagonist of this martial arts competition. I hope you will run this event well!"

After that, before the Guo family and his son could say anything, they just finished with a "whisper".

Guo Yaoting was about to say two heroic words when he heard shouts from all around: "Bring the wine! Another bottle of wine!"

Guo Wanchun's heart was bleeding, and he quickly put the wine glass on the table, raised his hands as if to surrender, and said: "Every team member, I'm here to see the secretary today. It's okay if you all express your gratitude. It's noon. It's not appropriate to drink too much. In the afternoon There are still many things to do!”

"If Mr. Guo says it's not enough, then take it again. I think President Guo is reluctant to give it up!" Zhu Qingyu said loudly.

"That's right, we paid so much money, so we have to manage enough wine!"

"That's right, President Guo, you are too stingy!"

Others also followed suit, and even Wang Shikui roared twice in dissatisfaction.

Guo Wanchun stared at Zhu Qingyu with such hatred in his heart that he really wanted to eat him alive! You kid is standing and saying that it’s not too late to have back pain. What’s the concept of having 18 tables and one extra bottle for each table? One bite is worth ten thousand!

Although Guo Yaoting felt very distressed, he still pretended to be generous on the surface and said: "Wan Chun, it doesn't matter, as long as the team members are willing to drink, we can take whatever they want. This is a large-scale event organized by the border city committee government. The event failed. I Secretary Xiang won’t ignore it, right?”

When Xiang Gaoyang heard this, he couldn't understand it better, so he smiled and said: "That's natural, but it also depends on how much the team members paid. If it's not enough, the government can pay it."

Guo Yaoting saw Xiang Gaoyang being serious and thought that your memory of Xiang Gaoyang was eaten by a dog! Are there not many people in the Guo family who honor you during the holidays? You can build another Guo family mansion, your villa, your car... But he endured it and still said with a smile: "Okay, we'll settle the bill then!"

One-third of the team members were too drunk and left the table, but most of the team members could afford to drink. After finishing one bottle, they took two or three bottles...

The meal was not finished until two o'clock in the afternoon. The team members were drunk and brave, talking loudly and loudly, and two people actually started to compete in martial arts.

Xiang Gaoyang was a little drunk, but his steps were still steady. He was about to go back to the office to rest, so he said goodbye to Guo Wanchun. Before leaving, he slapped Guo Wanchun on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "If you organize the martial arts competition well, everything else will be easy to discuss. Don't worry!"

Guo Wanchun seemed to have taken a reassurance, and said with a knowing smile: "I feel relieved when Secretary Gao says this. Secretary, please go slowly!"

After sending the leaders away, Guo Wanchun turned around and shouted to the team members: "Attention, everyone, the opening ceremony of the martial arts competition will be held at 8:30 tomorrow, and the competition will officially start at 9:30, with a total of three days of competition. The players in this city You can go back to stay, or you can stay in our hotel. Team members from various towns must stay in our hotel, and the accommodation fee is 80 yuan per person per night."

"Eighty yuan? Although it's not very expensive, are you a hotel or a Datong store?" asked a tour leader.

Guo Wanchun thought for a while and said: "There are so many people that we can't accommodate in a single room, so they all sleep in Datong bunkhouses."

"That's too expensive. We only pay 60 yuan a day for hard work!" another team member said.

Guo Wanchun snorted and said: "Then why don't you think it's expensive when you drink Moutai? That's 20 years of authentic cellared Moutai, with a market price of more than a thousand a bottle! You two swallowed my tens of thousands of dollars in one mouthful, you two What else do you want?"

After saying this, no one said anything anymore.

At this time, Zhu Qingyu and the team members of our company were squatting in a corner of the yard smoking. When Guo Wanchun said this, he knew that he was going to make a mistake. It seemed that the money for the drink at noon was going to be earned back from the team members.

Guo Wanchun said to Guo Kun: "Hurry up and arrange the bed, and arrange accommodation in the room in the front hall. Ask Chaolong, Yinglong and Jackie Chan to help with the cooking. These three bastards showed up right after dinner!"

Guo Kun agreed and went about his business.

Guo Wanchun said loudly again: "The captains of each team gather together and draw lots to arrange the order of the competition!"

Eighteen team leaders came to Guo Wanchun, and Zhu Qingyu arrived last.

Guo Wanchun took out a handful of paper lots from the Tang suit's purse, tossed it in his hand, and said: "The numbers from one to sixteen are written on this lot. Now let's start drawing lots."

After saying that, he opened his palms to reveal sixteen crumpled paper lots. Yu Chuanzhong was the first to go up and took one with two fingers. The other team leaders stepped forward to grab one in turn. Zhu Qingyu did not draw lots, but only said that the last one was his.

After everyone finished drawing the lots, Guo Wanchun rubbed the last lot between his palms. The lot turned into a hard soybean-sized paper ball. He pinched the paper ball between his right thumb and middle finger. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and shot out a cold light, saying: "Mr. Zhu, this lot is yours, take it!"

After saying that, with a "hoo" sound, the ball of paper ejected from his hand and shot straight towards Zhu Qingyu's right eye!

At that time, Zhu Qingyu was looking at the numbers on Yu Chuanzhong's lot. When he heard Guo Wanchun calling him, he turned his head and saw a flash of white light. He was shocked in vain! He hurriedly ducked to the side, but it was too late. The paper ball actually hit his left ear!

"Ah!" Zhu Qingyu exclaimed, holding his left ear with his left hand reflexively. A heart-wrenching pain passed through the tip of his heart, and then a sticky substance dripped down the door of his ear. He wiped it. , turned out to be blood!

"What's wrong with Qingyu?" When Yu Chuanzhong saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and gently pulled Zhu Qingyu's ear. He saw that there was a hole the size of a soybean on the ear!

"Your ears were pierced!" Yu Chuanzhong shouted in surprise.

Guo Wanchun laughed and said: "Just a little joke, Mr. Zhu, with your skill, you won't be able to catch your lot, right?"

Zhu Qingyu's eyes widened in anger, he pointed at him and cursed: "Zheng, you actually hurt someone with a hidden weapon!"

Zheng Wanchun said: "What a hidden weapon, it's clearly your lot!"

When Zhu Qingyu heard this, he was secretly surprised: "Guo Wanchun's ears are pierced with paper. This must require a lot of skill!"

Yu Chuanzhong finally understood. He turned around and said nothing. He really grabbed Guo Wanchun's face with an eagle claw on his right hand, trying to disfigure him!

However, Zheng Wanchun didn't panic. He just casually pulled out with his right hand, grabbed Yu Chuanzhong's right arm with his backhand and pulled. Yu Chuanzhong took two steps forward and almost fell to the ground!

Yu Chuanzhong was shocked, when did Zheng Wanchun's kung fu improve so quickly? Three years ago, the fight against him in the martial arts arena was just a draw!

Upon seeing this, Zhao Maolei and others jumped up. Nine people surrounded Guo Wanchun, using their fists and kicks. However, in less than a minute, only two crisp sounds were heard, and Liu Shaoqiang and Deng Hequan were hit in the chest at the same time. Fall to the ground!

When the participating team members saw that there was a fight here, they gathered around. Seeing that it was President Guo who was fighting with others, they felt that as the president, Guo Wanchun's demeanor was too bad. No matter what, he couldn't fight with the participating team members. ! But when they learned that Chairman Guo had used paper balls to pop the ear of the team leader Zhu Qingyu, they took a deep breath and thought that Guo Wanchun's kung fu was so terrible. If he played, the champion of the competition would definitely be his!

Zhao Maolei, Li Zhengfeng and others were so angry that they wanted to step forward to fight, but Zhu Qingyu stopped them. At this time, Guo family disciples such as Guo Chaolong, Guo Yinglong, Guo Chenglong and Guo Yu also rushed forward and stood next to Guo Wanchun.

"Mr. Zhu, are you still afraid of him?"

"You've already suffered a big loss, so why don't you fight back?"

……

The team members were filled with indignation and asked questions one after another. The other team members are also looking at him, hoping that he will take revenge, otherwise you, a team leader who is only 1.8 meters tall, will be too damn incompetent!

Zhu Qingyu did not answer, but wiped the blood on his ear with a tissue, and then rubbed it gently. The tissue soaked in blood turned into an inch-long high-density iron nail shape. He glanced at Guo Wanchun and raised his right hand. , the paper nail flew straight towards Guo Wanchun's face! <