Ten Mile Room

(38)

(1)

When human beings are in a desperate situation, they can always inspire different forces.

Jiang Gezi couldn't get anything out of the restricted area, so he just sat there, racking his brains to find a way.

How to get in?How can you save those people while fully protecting yourself?

In all the years his heart had been beating, he had never thought this way.

However, it is a pity that not enough brain cells are the regret of his two lifetimes.

However, he still tried his best!

He thought hard, constantly changed angles, observed carefully, and even held a small notebook to record and calculate.

As the long night passed, Jiang Gezi admitted from the bottom of his heart that mental work was not suitable for him. Although he couldn't see it, he was sure that his hair had turned a lot of gray.

If you are lucky in this life, you can upgrade and change jobs. He swears that he will not practice the system even if he dies. It is really hard work to use your brain.

When it was daylight, Jiang Gezi left the light curtain of the restricted area, followed the unsmooth outer circle, and arrived at the official 24-hour reception desk, which was said to be able to provide assistance to the families of the victims.

Although it was only dawn, there were still staff on duty at this temporary reception point at the gate of the Yamen in the small street of Xuanyu.

Maybe it was because people kept coming and making troubles. The room was not clean, and the place was in a mess. The legs of several tables were broken and screwed up again with wire.

Several younger staff members were lying on the ground in a mess, dozing off on piles of disaster relief gifts.

Maybe it was too tired, too tired, Jiang Gezi, a big living person, entered the house, but it didn't affect their snoring.

Jiang Gezi looked around and coughed softly.

But no one paid him any attention.

In the end, he could only be impolite, and with a hint of rudeness, he slapped the table vigorously with his palm.

At this moment, those people who were sleeping on the ground jumped up.

When they stood up, it was as if they had been well-trained, and the smiles on their faces wanted to be measured by a ruler...

Their eyebrows stretched, the corners of their mouths curled slightly, and their eyes reflected deep sympathy. They mourned but couldn't bear the pain, but they had to follow the rules. They smiled wryly, slightly bent their backs, and said to Jiang Gezi in unison: "Hello, Sir, do you need any help?"

Jiang Gezi felt weird when he saw them like this.

Where did you see this scene?

After thinking about it carefully, I forgot where I saw it again!

Jiang Gezi found out the person who was the oldest among them, the most well-dressed, and the name of the team leader was written on the badge on his chest, and he said very seriously: "I need to see your superiors, preferably special affairs management. Bureau, I..."

The voice has not yet fallen.

The clerk nodded immediately: "Okay! Okay! Okay! No problem sir! Please follow me, we will do our best to meet your requirements, everything!"

Someone kindly brought Jiang Gezi a glass of water, and someone brought Jiang Gezi a steaming breakfast that had been prepared a long time ago, and advised him, no matter how anxious he was, please take care of yourself. Only by being good to yourself can we provide better help to our loved ones in the restricted zone in the future...

Jiang Gezi was indeed a little hungry, after all, he had been thinking about it all night.

He received food and water.

Answer questions while eating.

The other party asked very carefully, and even asked the name of the teacher and the school he attended...

After breakfast...Jiang Gezi got a form full of words.

Look at the numbers on this form again, six thousand five eighty seven?

I am about 580 seven, and I want to apply to see their superiors.

Could it be that there are so many people looking for someone from the Special Affairs Bureau?

But he doesn't know, it doesn't matter who comes, it's the same process, it doesn't matter who you see.

Jiang Gezi put down his watch, tried to make himself more serious, and spoke more forcefully:

"This is a big deal! I need to see your superiors. What I want to say is related to the disaster victims in the restricted area. This matter is very important! The people there are in danger of losing their lives anytime and anywhere. I didn't scare you ..."

The staff also became serious, he nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, yes! This is very important! We all know it! That's it, then~ Okay, what you said must be very important, so... I'll fix it for you right away."

He stood up abruptly, turned around and opened the safe next to him, took out a copper box with a very cautious posture, opened the box, and took out a large official seal.

This one, as if exerting all his strength, held up the bronze seal, and with all his strength, he covered the form in front of Jiang Gezi with all his might!

Jiang Gezi poked his head to take a look.

This is a red, very eye-catching, at least twenty times larger than the writing on the form, the word "urgent".

When the stamp was finished, this caring pen took out a pen, wiped on the string of numbers, and moved Jiang Gezi's ranking forward by a full three thousand.

After finishing all this, this man held the form in both hands and handed it to Jiang Gezi, saying: "Sir, we are just a small yamen. We have... tried our best. Please, please understand our difficulties. Really, there are too many family members, we understand your feelings, we empathize with your pain, but we have tried our best..."

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply, and the staff behind him also bowed deeply and said together: "I'm sorry! We tried our best!!"

That's all, what else do you say?

This place was not available, so Jiang Gezi had no choice but to take the form, turn around and leave. After walking not far, he heard the sound of a sigh of relief behind him.

Soon, the snoring sounded again.

Probably, really tired out.

From the government office, to the secret service office, to the volunteer worker's office, to the medical institution...

In less than three hours, when the sun was shining again and unceremoniously began to burn the world, Jiang Gezi had already visited no less than fifteen reception desks.

In these places, Jiang Gezi faced the most wholehearted and sincere reception from the other party.

He was received with the utmost care, and all the staff were warm, kind, and sincere.

Everything they do is true, and the difficulties of the officials also exist.

In the end, because Jiang Gezi became more and more difficult to mess with, his ranking was also raised to more than 800.

It seems that there is a high-ranking deputy who is receiving the people in the disaster area.

But more than 800 people, when will it be arranged?

It's really an unknown.

Based on the calculation of receiving a person in 10 minutes, it will be at least four days before the other party can see me.

Jiang Gezi received an inch-thick form, all of which were expedited, expedited, and urgent... More than 30 official seals were stamped in total, but there was no one who could make decisions for him and give half-truths.

At this moment, no matter how stupid Jiang Gezi is, he still knows that he has encountered bureaucrats' tricks against ordinary people, and he has been kicked...

It's really the same everywhere!

As long as it is a human being living on a circular land, damn it, if the site is changed, it will look like a bird!

No wonder the old family likes it so much. Rolling is a cute pet. It turns out that the three views in his bones are so compatible. Everyone likes rolling around!

The most irritating thing was that Jiang Gezi put aside the embarrassment in his heart. He thought, if he mentioned Yu Dongchi, or anyone over there, he could always meet someone who could solve the problem if he had a relationship.

The ridiculous thing is that people really checked him out.

Now for the family members of these disaster victims, the various government departments have a positive attitude and generally meet the requirements that can be met.

Don't offend if you don't offend, and if you don't leave a word, people will try their best to be consummated.

Really check it out.

As a result, Yu Dongchi may not be Yu Dongchi, Zhou Songchun is not Zhou Songchun, and he was even forced to mention that fat man named Guan Qiuan.

However, Guan Qiu'an is not called Guan Qiu'an either.

angry?

Mad!

Outraged!

Dissuaded again!

There can only be peace!

No matter how angry, no matter how furious, no matter how discouraged, no matter how peaceful... He felt that he had entered a strange circle, being kicked and lifted over and over again.

The old saying of the old earth people is good, it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself!

He finally knew what he should do.

Jiang Gezi threw those forms into the trash can as if throwing rubbish. After lighting a cigarette, he leaned against a palm tree and moved his unintelligent head again...

About 20 minutes later, Jiang Gezi saw a person.

An acquaintance!

Mr. Mao Jian!

In other words, the unfortunate Mr. Mao Jian was forcibly taken near the restricted area by a group of middle-aged women's mutual aid group for wives.

As a young man who is relied on by wives and grandmas, he is naturally a new force in work.

If a liar wants to start a deception, first of all, he has to break through the trust of the shielding wall in people's hearts.

Naturally, Mr. Mao Jian was trusted by a group of middle-aged and elderly aunts as soon as he showed his tricks.

Now, he only knows the passwords of several bank accounts, and for the time being, the wives are begging to put the jewelry they wear in his luggage for a while because of security issues and because they trust him too much.

After going out, these things are enough for him to enjoy himself for a year or two.

However, he never expected that after complete trust, he would have to pay physical labor that he hadn't done in the first half of his life.

If he had known about labor earlier, he would not have been a liar.

In this way, he was dragged and dug a big hole for a full twelve hours. Whenever he wanted to stop and rest, there was a burst of weeping and begging...

Whenever he tried to find some reason to escape, those wives immediately lost their sense of security and had to follow closely.

He was just peeing, and there were several wives behind him staring at him intently.

Being trusted by others... Really, so painful!

Twelve hours later, poor Mr. Mao Jian, the blood blisters in his hands burst, and his waist was so tired that he couldn't even walk.

After all, those wives are getting old. In the end, they couldn't cry anymore, and they couldn't dig holes long ago.

It is impossible to dig a hole in this life.

When dawn came, the wives, one by one, leaned on each other and said they wanted to take a nap.

As a result, every one fell asleep in seconds.

In this way, Mr. Mao Jian left the "magic cave" in his mind.

He swears that he will stay 50 meters away from his wife over 1000 years old in his life. No, 1000 meters is not enough. It must be at least ten kilometers to be safe...

He was leaning on a broken pick handle, his knees were trembling, like an old man, with astonishing willpower, he moved step by step towards the airship station with difficulty...

However... as soon as he saw it, he saw the target. Mr. Mao Jian had to run out of luck in this life.

The world spun around for a while, and he was completely supported on the shoulders.

"Hey... Mr. Painter... what should I call you, Mr. Liar?"

Mr. Mao Jian turned his back to the sky, and just about to shout, he found the voice behind him was slightly familiar.

Jiang Gezi carried Mr. Mao Jian to the beach step by step. Then, he dug a hole in the sand and buried Mr. Mao Jian in it, leaving only half of his shoulders and one head out of the sand.

Then, the two stared at each other for a long time without speaking.

Mr. Mao Jian's eyes rolled around, and he was thinking about it when he saw him.

Jiang Gezi looked down at this man. To be honest, he knew that he was following him.

The reason why he didn't move him was that Mr. Mao Jian had some vague aura, which seemed to be able to activate the root of the pole he was carrying.

Strange isn't it?

Just a liar!

Why is it consistent with your own little pole and breath?

Jiang Gezi couldn't figure out this question, and he wasn't good at using his brain.

But now, Jiang Gezi really needs the help of this liar.

Mr. Mao Jian, who was buried in the sand, forced a smile. He begged Jiang Gezi: "Sir, I think...you must have misunderstood me, did you admit the wrong person? They all said that my appearance... ...It's a bit, that's too casual, haha, I'm really ashamed, misunderstood, misunderstood!"

Jiang Gezi didn't want to waste any more time. He shook his head, turned over, took out his backpack, and dumped it on this gentleman.

Immediately, under Mr. Mao Jian's nose, there were ten banknotes piled up.

Those coins are half-new and not old, old coins full of smoke and fire, and every piece of money exudes an attractive taste of the world.

Jiang Gezi has the habit of putting cash in his personal warehouse. After all, the origin of some of his property is not easy to say, and it is sometimes very troublesome to be taxed and inspected.

Mr. Mao Jian was a little dizzy.

The feeling of being piled up by banknotes is probably only experienced in dreams.

It took a long time for Mr. Mao Jian to find his soul.

He looked up at Jiang Gezi.

Jiang Gezi pursed his lips and smiled: "Hey! Liar! Do you like money?"

This is negotiable, is this tricky?This person is not clean, could it be that he has a big plan, so he asks for himself?

Mr. Mao Jian immediately wanted to reach out and wipe the ends of his hair habitually, but found that he was still under the control of others.

In this way, he smiled sweetly, and said in a flattering tone: "Good sir, you really misunderstood, I am a law-abiding citizen, you...give me these...these are of no use...I, I can't do anything!"

Jiang Gezi clicked his tongue twice, pointed to the banknotes and added: "After the matter is over, I'll give you another pile...of hundreds of banknotes! There are as many as here!"

Mr. Mao Jian's pupils shrank, Baiguan?

In fact, the most widely circulated banknotes in the market are ten-count banknotes.

Baiguan is a very special banknote, and not many banks print it.

After all, Mr. Liar was lured by the evil money, and he shouted: "You say! What to do? Except murder and set fire! What you say, I will do for you! As long as I can do...anything sir .”

Jiang Gezi reached out and pinched his chin to look around.

Mr. Mao Jian immediately misunderstood something, he kissed the coins under the banknotes, and at the same time raised his most satisfied eyebrows and peach blossom eyes to flatter the pigeons.

He might have forgotten that after working hard all night, his face was not clean, not to mention ugly and unsightly, and even a little bit of baldness was exposed around the top of his hair.

Jiang Gezi tilted his head and looked from top to bottom. He said, "You're bald!"

It's about to die!

Mr. Mao Jian immediately turned his face: "You fart! You are bald!"

Apparently, baldness was more important to him than being bald.

After finishing speaking, he wanted to shake his head hard, and wanted to hide the front hair back, but Jiang Gezi picked up a stack of banknotes and hit him on the cheek.

"Snapped!"

Although Mr. Mao Jian loves banknotes very much, he doesn't know that it hurts so much to hit the face with banknotes.

He is a fragile man with low willpower.

Jiang Gezi went down all at once, and this one immediately burst into tears, crying aggrievedly: "You... oh, it's too much, you, what are you going to do? I didn't do anything, even if I followed you up I got off the airship, but I just got a free medical treatment, but...but I did a good job yesterday, a full twelve hours, twelve hours! Look! My hand! It’s full of blood blisters, I’m just guilty ? I am not guilty! What are you doing? Help!!!"

He suddenly remembered that he didn't do anything, and he did something good, digging a big hole all night!

Mr. Mao Jian yelled for help, but naturally he was hit again.

One more time... one more time!

Just now it was on the left side, now it is on the right side, very good, balanced!

No, it seems that the right side is swollen and slightly higher?

Jiang Gezi loves balance!

As the banknotes kept hitting the left and right cheeks, finally, Mr. Mao Jian finally stopped crying.

He bulged his swollen cheeks, aggrieved, and begged pitifully: "Please! Don't...don't hit me, I won't shout, please! I didn't do anything!"

Jiang Gezi breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that half of the depression that he was about to be kicked around like a football had dissipated.

He put up the banknotes in a good-tempered manner, and lifted Mr. Mao Jian from the sandpit.

Just like that, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the beach facing Mr. Liar again.

We all know that there are people everywhere around the restricted area.

Even when Mr. Mao Jian shouted just now, he was also surprised by one thing, since this man buried himself, piled himself up with banknotes, beat himself with banknotes, and shouted for help...

A few meters away, there was a tent set up by the family members of the victims. There were people coming and going, but it seemed that he and Jiang Gezi were not seen.

So he remembered one thing, he was born with great strength, and his unreliable mother said that his father who slept with his mother all night seemed to be a jade...

As for those who wear jade, it is said that the purer the blood, the stronger the ability. According to legend, the founding emperor can move mountains and seas.

And for many years, Mr. Mao Jian has been proud of his pedigree. He even relied on his unique skill of manipulating power to pretend to be an aristocrat who has lost his love countless times and wandered the world.

He has deceived many rich ladies who are highly educated and want to marry into nobles.

It wasn't until there were arrest warrants repeatedly describing his abilities that he had no choice but to restrain himself.

So, this man is a nobleman?

Still a nobleman with means!

Thinking of this, Mr. Mao Jian finally became completely afraid, he knows the current affairs best.

He begged aggrievedly: "My lord, your lord, your lord, what do you want me to do!?"

Jiang Gezi saw that he had surrendered and feared, so he said unhurriedly: "It's not a big deal, just two! I can't think of anyone else to do this shitty place except you."

(2)

two things?

Mr. Mao Jian looked at his slender arms and legs, and at the blood blisters on his hands.

He is exhausted now, let alone two, he can't do one.

He clasped his hands to his chest and said, "You, you can talk about it first...in detail, in detail, I, I will think about it later."

Jiang Gezi turned his face to look at him, stretched out his hand to peel off the curtain of his hair, looked up and down his facial features and said, "Well... also... it's not satisfactory."

Mr. Mao Jian's eyes were dazed, and he immediately began to think wildly.

Is this the one who likes to be beaten?

He struggled to utter two words: "Please...you..."

Jiang Gezi gently brushed his temple with his finger: "It's not too difficult, from now on, you have to imagine yourself as a king..."

ha?

Mr. Mao Jian cried out in shock: "What did you say? King? Are you crazy?"

This is crazy, right?From the first time we met, he was abnormal, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep an eye on him.

It's okay, who would bring such a large roll of cash?

Jiang Gezi shook his head solemnly: "No, I'm not crazy, I'm normal, otherwise...the empress would be too, the main thing is the temperament, the overwhelming temperament, come and be one! You are a country...oh, empress!"

Mr. Mao Jian blinked his eyes, looked left and right, and finally he had to turn his eyes to Jiang Gezi, and begged again: "Please, I, do...I can't...I can't do it!"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Gezi took out a stack of banknotes from his hand as if by magic, and when he stretched out his hand, he slapped it hard.

To deal with this kind of bastard who even cheats old ladies, it's easy to beat him with money.

"I can not do it……"

"Snapped!"

"Can't do it..."

"Clap!!"

"Please... I..."

"Crack, clap, clap!!!!"

"Stop hitting...I..."

"Clap clap clap clap clap!!!!"

Mr. Mao Jian vomited a mouthful of gum blood and fell to the ground, rolling and crying like a rascal. He protected his brain which was already swollen like a bee visited, and cried while begging: "Do it!! I Do it!! Stop hitting, you told me to finish talking, I said! I will do..."

Jiang Gezi chuckled and pulled him up again.

This time, his tone was gentle, and he took out a small bottle of ointment, and while applying it to Mr. Mao Jian, he comforted him and said, "Look at you, wouldn't it be nice to be obedient earlier? Obedient, just do what I say." What!"

Mr. Mao Jian was as frightened as a chick. While hiding, he replied tremblingly: "Okay, yes, yes!"

Strange to say, Jiang Gezi didn't know what ointment he had used.

The ointment was so fragrant that it felt cool when applied to his face. Then, Mr. Mao Jian stretched out his hand to touch his cheek. In just a few tens of seconds, his face actually swelled down?

Modern medicine is advanced, but the best healing medicine does not have such a rapid effect.

Mr. Mao Jian watched Jiang Gezi put away the bottle of medicine with an inexplicable expression.

He said: "You...you command, even if it is death, please don't torture me any more."

He shuddered, and a picture repeatedly appeared in his mind.

Beaten, swollen, beaten again, swollen again...

The person in front of him is probably not a human being!

It's a devil!

Jiang Gezi nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief as if letting go of a burden: "Thank you so much. From now on, you have to imagine that you are a...well, empress, Your Majesty the Emperor, and that's enough."

I can't see your thanks at all.

Mr. Mao Jian didn't want to be beaten a second time. He covered his face, lowered his head and said, "What else?"

"Also, you only need to learn one sentence."

"What?"

"outrageous!"

Outrageous, what is it?

Mr. Mao Jian raised his head in confusion. He tried his best to make his eyes look pitiful, wronged, helpless, and wronged.

He tremblingly asked cautiously, "Sir, what's outrageous?"

Animal words?non-human language?What does this have to do with kings, emperors?

Is this man crazy?

terrible!

Jiang Gezi raised her eyebrows: "I'll tell you, it's outrageous!"

Mr. Mao Jian nodded: "Okay, okay, but what kind of language are you talking about?"

Jiang Gezi was about to die of boredom, he looked at the sky, and another half an hour had passed, and the restricted area over there was tossing again, so he explained again impatiently: "I'll let you! Say it! It's outrageous! It’s not that kind of words, it’s just outrageous!!”

Mr. Mao Jian is terrified. He is a professional liar. He can pretend to be an old man, nobleman, squire, painter, sailor, and even a woman. However, there is no shameful thing in his language pedigree! ! ! !

Want to die, okay!

Poor Mr. Liar, his mentality suddenly collapsed. He lay on the sand and burst into tears.

"Just kill me! Don't torture me anymore... It's too painful!"

This is the devil!

Devil!

He would rather be trapped in the forbidden zone and be trampled by the nightmare than be tortured by this demon.

Looking at Mr. Liar who was completely collapsed, lying there crying.

Jiang Gezi is really embarrassed, it seems... a little too much!

In the past two days, he has been very angry, and his temper is... really a bit out of control.

The training is not in place!

Hey!

Jiang Gezi felt a little guilty, so he could only sit there and let Mr. Mao Jian cry.

Mr. Mao Jian cried for a long time, until his eyes were swollen and he couldn't cry anymore. In addition, crying alone, no one cares, no one sympathizes, it is also a very boring thing.

In the end, he had no choice but to get up, his eyes were swollen, and he looked at Jiang Gezi sobbing.

Jiang Gezi had no choice but to take out the medicine again, and showed him the picture again. This time, his attitude was much gentler.

While Mr. Mao Jian was sobbing, Jiang Gezi patiently explained to him.

"Actually, what I asked you to do is very childish to you..."

Probably because he was treated tenderly, Mr. Mao Jian became a little courageous, and he said: "What, I pretended to be a doctor. For this reason, I went to a higher medical school. Although it was just an audit, but, Pediatrics is the hardest, don't try to trick me!"

Jiang Gezi turned his face to the sea on one side, and let out a long breath of depression. When he turned his head, his eyes became a little unfavorable again.

Mr. Mao Jian moved back in fear, and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

Jiang Gezi shook his head helplessly, stretched out his finger and said, "Two things, I want you to pretend to be a high-ranking official in Beijing, and then, you don't have to do anything, just say three words when you meet someone. And these three words, just! Yes! It's outrageous...do you understand this time?"

Mr. Mao Jian covered his mouth, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared at Jiang Gezi intently.

that's it?

Just like that, you just beat me up?You said it earlier?

The tears in his eyes slowly poured out again.

I'm so wronged, why didn't you say it earlier.

Jiang Gezi looked up at the sky helplessly, he really wanted to beat this guy up again.

"Who... do you want me to impersonate?"

"A psychopath named Li Yao."

"Surnamed Li?"

"kindness!"

"A royal family?"

"Yes, still a lunatic."

"...do you know the law?"

"Half a book of criminal law."

"I don't want your reward."

"so good?"

"Yes, I can also tell you a few bank accounts. I will make you rich..."

"Snapped!!"

"I was wrong!"

"Go back after it's over!"

"Yes, can I ask you something?"

"You said."

"In case you get caught, can you tell them that I was coerced?"

"……Can."

"So, can you write me a letter of guarantee?"

"Guarantee?"

"No, a certificate."

"What proof?"

"It just proves that I was coerced by you and my life was threatened. I..."

"Crack! Crack!"

At [-]:[-] p.m., outside the old building of Xuanyu Clan Service Office.

Mr. Mao Jian was wearing a high-end formal suit with a stand-up collar worth 180 guan. Jiang Gezi also hung a piece of flower jade on the second buttonhole of the clothes button.

Jiang Gezi spent a lot of money on this set of clothes. He hired a chartered car and asked the driver to lead the way. He went to the city and opened a luxury clothing store. He bought it at twice the price.

The quality of the clothes is average.

However, under the current situation, it is already very rare. If the driver is not familiar with the road, the two people may not even know which shop is still in business.

In the past few days, a city is like a dead city. The streets are deserted, and there is not even a pedestrian.

Jiang Gezi naturally bought himself a square black imitation military uniform to put on. He was still in summer and wore a pair of big boots.

No wonder he covered himself, but Mao Jian said that the attendant had to look like this all year round.

He was a professional, Jiang Gezi had no choice but to listen.

Mr. Mao Jian took a shower, and in order to prevent his baldness from appearing, he even applied half of his head with high-end hair oil.

This person has not yet arrived, but the smell of oil from his hair is strong enough.

Standing at the door of the old official's residence, Mao Jian held his new collar in a reserved manner, stroked his suspected loose lower gums again, and after confirming everything was fine, he shook his muscles and adjusted his expression constantly.

He was satisfied with everything, except that he had some complaints about the silly big red windbreaker behind him, which was still a woman's style.

Turning around, Mr. Mao Jian asked Jiang Gezi who was standing far away: "I said, sir, why don't you go for such a simple matter?"

When Jiang Gezi heard him ask, he immediately turned his head away.

On the TV series, even the TV series every day, he has watched it for two lifetimes!

He can't be an actor either.

It's not that he hasn't tried this in his heart, but just thinking about it gives goosebumps all over his body, he can't do it!

I feel... so fucking embarrassing!

If he did, he would be shuddered by this dark history if he only thought about it for the rest of his life.

Even, let him act as an attendant now, he can't do it.

Jiang Gezi had never done such a thing in his two lifetimes. This was reality, and it wasn't a TV show, so he couldn't help but feel a little bit of the same.

When I saw Jiang Gezi, I was a little awkward, or maybe it was the high-end clothing that gave Mr. Mao Jian a new personality.

He suddenly turned around, turned his face, walked up to Jiang Gezi and stretched out his hands, like a general treating a small soldier, and patted him on the left and right shoulders to comfort him: "I said, young man, calm down, you Don't say anything, just trust me! I'm a professional!"

Jiang Gezi nodded and clenched his fist.

Mr. Mao Jian coughed and turned to tell him: "For a while, you don't have to say anything, just follow me closely."

"kindness."

"Said to be!"

"..."

"Snapped!"

"sorry!"

"Go your way."

"Yes."

The gate of the Clan Service Office was closed tightly, and the concierge was dozing off on the table, and he was having a sweet dream, when suddenly a very severe condemnation sounded in his ear.

"outrageous!!"

A strong sense of oppression suddenly hit him from the sky above his dreamland.

(3)

Mr. Concierge trembled and showed fear. He ran out and opened the gate of the Clan Service Office with trembling hands.

A gust of hurricane wind blows by, wrapped in a blood-red windbreaker.

The nobleman walked to the door of the old building, and suddenly stopped. He took off his leather gloves, tapped him twice in the air with the gloves, and cursed very severely: "It's outrageous!"

When the nobleman entered the gate of the old building, the doorman went limp and sat on the ground.

That's right, more than 2 people died outside, and he was still able to close the door and sleep soundly, and was caught by the nobles sent by the people, it was really unlucky for him!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he slapped himself twice hard.

He must be out of a job!How do you go home and explain to your wife and children?

Mr. doorman sat wanting to cry, but the fierce sunlight could not warm his already frozen heart.

Mr. Mao Jian didn't know who Jiang Gezi was looking for, so he could only walk along this old-fashioned old building, starting from the first floor, and kicking the doors one by one.

It doesn't mean much to him whether there are people or no one, whether it is locked or not.

Anyway, he was going to kick them one by one.

During this period of time, when lunch was over, with food in his belly, he caught a few people sleeping in the office, gossiping, and even playing flower cards. The most pitiful thing was that a pair of wild mandarin ducks flew away...

If it is really a superior, more than half of these unlucky bastards in the clan service office should really directly exploit them.

Of course, the unlucky guy didn't know that he was caught by a fake gentleman, and they all followed this gentleman with ashen faces and pale faces, watching him kick the door one by one for fun.

In short, everyone is unlucky together.

Not long after, the big and small leaders of the service office also ran down from upstairs, panting, first looked up at him, and when they saw the red windbreaker he was wearing, their heads naturally drooped, one by one. Like a lamb, he cautiously approached Mr. Mao Jian and begged, "Don't be angry..."

Mr. Mao Jian rewarded him with three words before he finished speaking: "Shameful!"

In this way, the gentleman swallowed the second half of the sentence.

And the second half of the sentence is, Your Highness, your colleagues are in the command center on the fifth floor, I can take you there...

Can't make it through... Everyone can't make it through!

Let's be unlucky together!

It has been many years since the imperial clan service office was established in this place, and there is no prince-level nobleman to kick the door!

Of course, this time is different from the past, although those things outside have nothing to do with the clan service, but anyway, you need to get nervous to look good!

Everyone was trembling, followed by waves of fear in their hearts.

With a series of scandals thrown out, the ups and downs of this old building are considered bad luck.

Obviously the director followed, but this one still kicked his door.

Master Director looked at his broken wooden door, hoping that this man would calm down.

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