Chapter 75 You Can Call Me Dog

Fan Shun rubbed his aching forehead while leaning against the door and listening to the noises in the warehouse.

When the familiar "ouch" sound rang out, the corners of his mouth, which had just stopped bleeding, started to break and bleed again from laughing.

Someone was knocking on the door frantically, someone was trying to pull it open from the inside, Fan Shun and his men were holding on tightly, someone was lying on the crack of the door and yelling, "Fan Shun'er, I'll fuck your ancestors!"

Fan Shun laughed so hard that he choked. As the room gradually quieted down, he felt a sense of pride.

When he was establishing his own faction, he actually felt a little uneasy in his heart, as he always felt that this position was passed to him by the previous boss and that he himself had average abilities, but he relied on a little cleverness, his ability to deal with people, and good relationships with his subordinates.

Now, a boss with real skills has arrived.

Fan Shun was very good at comforting himself. He felt from the bottom of his heart that the beating he received today was a good one and it made him feel more at ease.

About a cup of tea later, Feng Qi called out from inside, "Everyone, get up. Shunzi, open the door!"

"Hey!" Fan Shun thought, I'll just call him Shunzi, he's not my grandson. Besides, as long as the boss is reliable, you can call me Gouzi.

Fan Shun rolled in like a servile person, glanced at the people with bruised faces and noses, and smiled to smooth things over, "Everyone, don't be so gloomy. From now on, we are all one family. So, boss, do we have to divide into two, three, and four? Do you think I can be the second in command?"

Feng Qi said: "You are the fifth one."

"Ah?" Fan Shun was stunned for a moment.

Feng Qi said, "I have three sisters, so you are the fifth. You will be in line for the rest, and register a list for me later."

Feng Qi patted his shoulder as he spoke, and Fan Shun felt a heaviness on his shoulder, as if he were being pressed down by a hundred pounds.

He thought about it and decided to let Lao Wu be Lao Wu. The main reason was that he was afraid that if he disagreed, he would be beaten again.

Feng Qi's side made smooth progress. When she entered the warehouse, she was a little girl, but when she came out, she was already the boss.

By the time he walked back to the construction site from the warehouse, the news had spread like wildfire.

Feng Qi greeted Qi's father Gu Dali, but before he could even touch the cart, someone had already grabbed it, "Boss, take a rest, we'll do it."

Feng Qi sat leisurely on the pile of rocks, thinking to himself: It would be great if there was a signal here, I really want to send a WeChat message to Luo Jiu and the others.

Dear sisters, how are you doing? I am at the construction site and miss you very much.

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Luo Jiu sneezed for no apparent reason, and the old woman in charge of the kitchen cursed in disgust, "Yellow-skinned pig! How disgusting!"

She probably thought they couldn't understand English, but Feng Qi, the only one who couldn't understand English, was not here.

Luo Jiu could get full marks in the English test, and Cheng Yaoyao could also score around 120 or 130.

Although Zhong Jialing was a poor student, English was the only subject she could pass. When she was three years old, her family hired a foreign tutor to teach her spoken English and spelling at home, so as to develop her sense of language.

She can speak with an authentic London accent, but this old white lady's accent is from a village in the suburbs of England.

Zhong Jialing rolled her eyes in anger and complained in Chinese, "White-skinned pig, she is disgusting."

The three of them communicated in low voices in Chinese, which had a built-in encryption effect.

Cheng Yaoyao: "I didn't expect racial discrimination to be so serious at that time. The people in charge here are white people, and the people who cook the food are black people. The work of grinding beans and sweeping the floor is left to us. I can't imagine what kind of life our compatriots lived back then."

Luo Jiu sighed, "What is this? Look at those small countries that were bombed during the war. They had no power to fight back. There were ruins and corpses everywhere, and there were children who could not live to grow up.

Our country is now caught in the vortex of war and is living in such a day. If we don’t find a way to turn the tide, our compatriots will have to survive in the flames of war until the establishment of New China. "

Luo Jiu said, glancing at the children cleaning the square, "The future of the nation depends on the children. We have to find a way to protect them."

"Stoptalking!" The white old lady got angry again. Just as she was about to continue cursing, Colonel Jones's wife Marian hurried downstairs.

The white old lady immediately changed her attitude to a respectful one, "Oh ma'am, this is not the place for you to come. Be careful that the oil here will stain your noble skirt."

Marian's face was pale and she coughed twice in pain. "I came to see if there is any food for Anne. She is in so much pain. She coughed all night and couldn't sleep. She even coughed until she bled. Dr. Hoffman has no way to help her.

Oh my God, she is only eight years old and she is suffering like this, someone please save my daughter.”

The white old lady quickly made the sign of the cross on her chest and said, "God will surely bless Miss Anne to get better."

Marianne looked worried. "I hope so. Anne has a high fever now, but she is too weak. Can you make a bowl of hot soup quickly?"

"Of course, ma'am, you look a little haggard, please go upstairs and rest. The soup is ready, I'll send it to Miss Anne's room."

Luo Jiu glanced at Marian quickly and listened to their conversation thoughtfully.

In the evening, the workers who had worked for nearly twelve hours came back from outside.

Luo Jiu and others had just finished their work in the kitchen and distributing food. The white old lady didn't allow them to get involved, so they were happy to have some free time and hurried out to greet the guests.

From a distance, they could only see Feng Qi standing on the car, waving at them in a childish manner, imitating the leader's behavior.

The car stopped and the three men ran up to it, only to find that all the people in the car looked like rotten potatoes, some green and some red.

Feng Qi somersaulted off the car and gestured, "This is the second in command, the third in command, the fourth in command, call for help."

Bad Potato quickly got out of the car and bowed respectfully, "Greetings to the Second, Third, and Fourth Boss!"

Fan Shuner smiled and cupped his hands, "I am the fifth brother, please tolerate me in the future, bosses."

The three of them bowed in return and said a few polite words, like how we are a family from now on and will share the good and the bad, which are the outlaw language often used in TV dramas.

The four of them returned to the dormitory, and the others' attitude towards them changed again, and they all became extremely respectful to them.

Some people even collected the donations from everyone and presented them to them with a smile.

Luo Jiu looked at the pile of filial tribute money consisting of small change, pennies and banknotes, and felt extremely sad.

She felt quite sympathetic towards these poor people at the bottom of society.

You can't blame them for being fence-sitters, because their lives are worthless and they are trying their best to live. They were born in a feudal society and no one taught them to have a rebellious spirit.

They are the weakest of the weak in the society, they cannot afford to offend anyone, they try to please everyone, and they hate everyone to squeeze the last drop of blood out of them.

They are countless Camel Xiangzi, looking forward to a better future and working hard, but where is the future?

Luo Jiu pushed the pile of money back, and the group of people were shocked. "Boss, I...we only have these, we really..."