Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Throughout the morning, the little widow Bilian followed Niu Xu, staring at the scorching summer sun for dozens of miles, and inspected almost ten workshops, large and small.

During the whole process, when facing those sweaty workers.

Niu Xu has always shown a quite amiable attitude; when they are busy, he will never step forward to point fingers.

It was only when they were taking a break that they came forward to chat for a few words. The parents were at odds with each other at work and in life.

He basically ignored the little widow who was following him closely, wearing what was said to be the latest OL skirt and with delicate makeup on her face, and let her stand aside as out of place.

Instead, this guy followed a group of dirty workers, smoking low-quality tobacco and chatting loudly.

After seeing this scene in her eyes, Bilian didn't have any other dissatisfaction in her heart; or in other words, the dissatisfaction she once had in her heart came after countless similar situations happened.

I have long been accustomed to such scenes, and I even admire Niu Xu for being able to do this.

I admire that Niu Xu's current status and powerful power can actually do such a thing without any pretense and mingle with the common people.

She knew very well that Niu Xu had always been involved in many things about the Mazu Sect, and he still kept them quite hidden from her.

But just from what she knew and what she knew mentally, she had already pieced together a behemoth in her mind that was far beyond the Anti-Imperial Alliance.

In contrast, the anti-imperialist alliance has not changed at all in the past ten years.

It was as if Niu Xu's monthly donation of such a large amount of materials to the anti-imperialist alliance never happened.

Whether it's the elders or other high-level officials.

They generally treat the grassroots members of the alliance with a sense of alienation caused by their huge differences in status, and they have a somewhat condescending attitude.

Maybe they feel that these little people are not worthy of any attention at all.

Of course, as one of them, Bilian once felt the same way. It was only after she stayed with Niu Xu for a long time that she faintly noticed:

How much power will countless such little people have when they unite...

The amiable leader Niu finally couldn't help but get angry when he arrived at the last workshop he inspected in the morning. In front of hundreds of workers, he swore at the person in charge of the workshop and cursed him.

The poor person in charge, after being sprayed with saliva all over his face, didn't even dare to wipe it with his hands.

The main reason was that it was time for lunch.

The person in charge of the workshop invited their great leader Niu and his seductive female secretary to have lunch in their simple canteen.

During the inspection, it was a normal thing for Niu Xu to have a meal in the workshop.

Even if he doesn't eat for several days, it won't have any impact on him.

But taking advantage of the opportunity to have a meal together to get closer to the people at the grassroots level has always been something Niu Xu values ​​​​more.

So, this guy simply agreed.

The problem is that this person in charge may have been transferred from another base area not long ago, and he really doesn’t know much about the temperament and style of the great Niu leader.

He actually ordered the cook to carefully prepare a table of good food for Leader Niu.

After seeing the unusual and rich food on this table, Leader Niu became angry on the spot; the little widow Bilian believed that if it weren't for the fear of wasting this rich table of food.

Niu Xu would overturn the entire table on the spot in front of everyone.

Finally, when the person in charge was about to cry, Niu Xu stopped the flow of saliva.

In the following time, this guy picked up the spoon with his own hands and distributed the delicious food on the table to the workers in the workshop; of course, as the delicate female secretary, Bilian received preferential treatment.

He is the only one who got two spoons of good food.

As for himself, he just made a bowl of brown rice, poured a spoonful of meaty broth on it, and started eating and drinking.

Carrying a full portion of food, Bi Lian was wearing high heels.

It took some effort for her to learn Niu Xu's posture, squatting next to Niu Xu and starting to eat; but for some reason, she felt that this meal was particularly delicious...

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After finishing a bowl of brown rice, I drank half a bowl of herbal tea.

Even if Niu Xu had taken care of it, he had lunch for today; in the following time, under the scorching sun at noon, he took Bilian and wandered around several surrounding villages.

At first glance, the village on Feiyu Island is not fundamentally different from what it was ten years ago.

From the outside, it still looks like a shabby little hut; it's just that the yard is cleaner, and the number of small huts is one or two more than other places.

But these are just illusions to deceive others.

Without having to go in and take a closer look, Bilian could confirm that in each hut, the rice vats were filled with white rice, and large pieces of dried meat and salted fish were hung from the beams.

Even seeing canned and instant noodles in the corner, which are relatively rare in the outside world, is nothing new.

Since Feiyu Island was opened as a base, the villagers and fishermen here are like mice falling into a rice vat. They have never gone hungry again.

Even behind closed doors.

The food they eat and drink on a daily basis, as well as the various daily necessities they use, are not high-quality products that ordinary people can afford in other places.

Seeing the arrival of the great leader Niu, the people in the village did not panic at all.

The adults greeted each other warmly, and the little boys ran forward, chasing after the cow leader's butt, and clamoring for sweets.

Niu Xu also showed a cheerful smile while taking out a lot of candies.

In the following time, sitting under the tree in the village, Niu Xu chatted with the villagers again. The posture was like the modern dimension, the same as the college student village officials he had seen...

By the time Niu Xu returned to the headquarters with the young widow Bilian, it was already dark.

As usual, Niu Xu had no intention of having dinner; instead, after saying hello to Bilian, he returned to his room.

After the room was closed, Niu Xu lit a fish oil lamp in the dark.

By the dim light of the oil lamp, I began to process a thick stack of various documents that had accumulated during the day.

Perhaps for the rest of the cult, it’s time to rest.

But their supreme leader, at this point in time, has only just begun his work!