After hearing this, I felt a little uncomfortable. I understood why Li Wenchao was often injured, while the Four Red Sticks or the Four Warlords were safe and sound for many years. According to Nie Yuanlong, he didn't want to see the Four Red Sticks get hurt, so he explicitly forbade them to take the initiative to attack. However, his subordinates did not restrain them, obviously not caring about their safety at all.

——Especially people like Li Wenchao, who fight as many times as they want every day. No matter how badly they are beaten, the boss will not help them. But they are still loyal and want to make achievements in order to win the favor and attention of the boss!

They are like pawns on a chessboard. It doesn't matter how many of them die. What matters is to preserve the chariots, horses, and cannons.

Perhaps only in this way can one become a qualified boss. If the bosses have to worry about every one of their subordinates, then they really don't have to do anything every day, especially for a boss like Nie Yuanlong who has more than 200 subordinates.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Nie Yuanlong said, "When I need you to go out to fight, I will send someone to notify you. By the way, tell me your cell phone number."

Nie Yuanlong, I, and the Four Red Sticks saved each other's phone numbers. Nie Yuanlong said, "From now on, you are a member of our gang. And there is one thing I need to make clear." At this point, his voice became louder, as if he wanted the whole class to hear it so that they could spread it: "The Four Red Sticks are my brothers, but you, Wang Hao, are not. We are brothers and also partners. Let's make money together and fight together, okay?"

I smiled and said, "Of course."

"Very good." Nie Yuanlong clapped his hands and said, "I will pick up the goods for you at the beginning of next month, and you just need to wait for them to be shipped."

"Okay." That's all I can say. It's already the end of the month, and there are still six or seven days left until the beginning of the month.

"When you have nothing to do, you can come and chat with me." Nie Yuanlong tried his best to act approachable, but his words were already an order to leave. I said, "Okay, I'll leave first." The four red sticks also said goodbye and prepared to leave with me. But Nie Yuanlong suddenly kicked Liu Xiangrong in the stomach.

Liu Xiangrong flew out like a poor little chicken, knocking over at least two tables, and frightened the two classmates to stand up quickly. I don't know if Nie Yuanlong's legs were too strong or Liu Xiangrong's body was not good, he lay on the ground with a pale face, and it seemed that he could hardly breathe. Nie Yuanlong yelled at him; "Quit it for me, understand?!"

Liu Xiangrong nodded with difficulty; "Got it..."

Nie Yuanlong yelled again: "If I see you sucking again, I'll chop off your entire arm!"

Liu Xiangrong did not say anything else, but stood up silently and walked outside. I and the three red sticks followed closely behind him, and everyone had an extremely serious expression on their faces. After leaving the classroom, Liu Xiangrong sat down against the wall, gasping for breath.

The bloody hole on his head had dried up, and Liu Xiangrong looked extremely miserable now. It was hard to imagine that one of the four famous red sticks would look like this. But even so, no student passing by dared to look at him. Li Wenchao, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, suddenly ran over, held Liu Xiangrong's arm and said, "Brother Xiangrong, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Xiangrong shook his head, and with difficulty took out a cigarette from his pocket, tremblingly holding it in his mouth. Li Wenchao quickly lit it for him. Liu Xiangrong took a deep breath, and his spirits were obviously much better, as if the injury on his head didn't hurt anymore, and he was fine after being kicked by Nie Yuanlong. There was a comfortable expression on his face, as if he was willing to indulge in this moment forever.

I don't know why, but I suddenly had a strange idea. I really wanted to ask Nie Yuanlong to come out and see if Liu Xiangrong was twitching again. Would he chop off his arm? The man playing the piano said: