After hard training, Lawrence has become skilled in growing rice!
He planted the rice seedlings quickly and well, and from a distance they looked straight and level. He was the best in the planting team!
He looked at the neatly planted seedlings he had planted, then looked at the crooked seedlings planted by his younger brothers, and couldn't help but reveal a smile of relief.
He stood up straight, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand, and proudly put his hands on his hips. He praised himself in his heart: It is true that gold shines everywhere. As the leader of the Black Lion Mercenary Group, even if he is farming, his level is so excellent that his younger brothers can't catch up. Awesome, really awesome, worthy of him!
A lazy voice came from behind him: "Um, is Lawrence here? I'm new here, and the devil boss asked me to report to you."
He turned around, straightened his chest and raised his head: "I am, you are--" The next words were stuck in his throat.
He stared at the man behind him with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost: "Jones! Why the hell are you here, old dog!"
The man he called Jones was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, a bald head, a beer belly, and he walked down the street like any greasy old man in a midlife crisis.
Lawrence was facing a formidable enemy. Jones, this guy, with such a weak and depressed face of a middle-aged office worker, personally sent countless idiots who looked down on him to hell, and many of them didn't even know how they died!
Will Jones, the most famous intelligence dealer in Europe, seems to be from an Italian mafia family according to some gossips.
Jones chuckled, his cunning eyes rolling around: "Long time no see, Lawrence. I heard you were missing. So you came here." He looked back and forth at the people working in the rice fields: "Where is Black Panther? Is Black Panther here too? Are all the people from your two mercenary groups here?"
Lawrence curled his lips, acquiesced to his question, and then laughed with gloating: "You kid usually do a lot of bad things, this time you get retribution, hahahaha."
Jones sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the three of us could continue to be brothers in hell. Fate is really amazing."
Lawrence rolled his eyes at him and sneered, "Who is your brother? Stop talking nonsense. Why are you still standing here? Come down and farm!"
Jones grinned, revealing a smile as obscene as it could be. "I don't have to farm. The devil boss has assigned me another task."
Lawrence was stunned and stared at him suspiciously, "What is your mission?"
"The boss said that I am a brainworker, so I should give full play to my strengths." Jones glanced at Lawrence, who looked as if he had just rolled in the mud, raised his chin and said proudly, "So, the boss asked me to go to the Career Guidance Center to provide pre-employment training for the new recruits."
Lawrence: “Huh?!”
"What newcomer? No, why don't you have to farm?!"
"I've already said that I'm a brainworker. We're different. As for the newcomers..." Jones winked at him and said, "Boss, you guys are working too hard on the farm, so I found some help for you!"
Lawrence was furious at first, then he was overjoyed, “Hahahahahahaha I finally don’t have to farm anymore!”
It's hard to say.
Jones just smiled and said nothing. He looked at the happy Lawrence and felt a rare sense of sympathy in his heart.
Lawrence, this naughty little brother, is still too naive.
…
Will Jones had seen countless storms in his life, but even so, his calves were still trembling as he stood on the podium.
The audience was packed with famous figures from the dark world. Some of them were the financial sponsors that Jones had to be careful to flatter before, and there were others for whom Jones was not even worthy of carrying shoes.
The head of a terrorist organization in an African country, the largest drug lord in Mexico, the godfather of the Italian mafia, the first and second in command of the largest mercenary group in Eastern Europe, the boss of the largest assassin organization in America...
Compared with the numerous crimes committed by these big guys, Jones is so pure that he can go to heaven!
These most vicious criminals and thugs from all over the world gathered together and were sitting in their seats as obediently as elementary school students, looking up and listening to Jones' lecture.
...Bathed in the murderous gazes of so many big men, Jones felt like a little white mouse that had strayed into a cat's nest, wronged, weak and pitiful.
Thanks to the thick skin that his years of intelligence work had endowed Jones with, he was able to keep his composure and not just fall to his knees and beg the heroes to spare his life.
Well, no matter what, this is hell, if the devil wants to use him, he will definitely protect him. Think about it in a positive way, being able to use so many big guys so confidently is a unique opportunity! He should seize it well!
He cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady: "Class."
Big guys: You are deadjpg
"Huh? Don't you even know the basic etiquette in class?" The devil suddenly appeared above the podium, holding a pointer, and his condescending gaze was filled with mortal malice: "Don't you even know how to say hello to the teacher?"
As soon as the words fell, all the desks in the classroom turned into powder.
The classroom was completely silent, as desolate and quiet as a morgue.
The devil raised his teaching stick and gave a polite fake smile: "Do you want me to teach you a lesson?"
The biggest drug lord in Mexico was the first to stand up, with his chest and head raised, his hips lifted and his abdomen tucked in. Then he bowed 120 degrees and shouted with full energy, "Hello, teacher!"
The other big guys also stood up quickly and rushed to bow and greet Jones. For a moment, the whole classroom was immersed in a joyful atmosphere of respecting teachers.
Jones proudly puffed out his chest and raised his head, coughed, and said with suppressed excitement: "Hello, students, class is starting now."
"Hell is my home, and its construction depends on everyone. Since the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, His Majesty the Demon King has closely followed the spirit of the General Secretary's speech, unswervingly implemented the new development concept of innovation, coordination, greenness, openness and sharing, and led the overall development of hell to undergo historic changes..."
The criminals tried hard to stay alert, pinch their thighs and try not to yawn.
Among them, the most sincere and moving performance was given by an Italian mafia godfather.
He had a mysterious smile on his face and nodded in thought from time to time. Especially when Jones talked about "the new development concept is rooted in the soil of hell and reflects the people's yearning for a better life", tears even appeared in his eyes.
Jones nodded secretly after watching it, and was very impressed. He was indeed the Godfather. Judging from his performance, he must have attended many meetings and listened to his subordinates' work reports. Now he was learning in a very good manner.
"…In response to the current problem of reduced food production caused by air and soil pollution in Hell, the Demon King has issued the following instructions…"
The criminals perked up, their eyes widened, and they looked at Jones with particularly sharp eyes, knowing that the main scene was about to begin!
"1. Establish a course on agricultural machinery, with professional teachers providing professional vocational skills training to students to ensure that students can skillfully use agricultural machinery such as tractors, trenchers, seed drills, shovelers, harvesters, sprayers, etc.; 2. Each student will be charged US$100,000 per month in tuition, and each student is required to purchase 100 agricultural machinery and equipment; 3. Each student is required to recruit 20 natives to volunteer for tree planting projects every week; 4. Students who fail to complete Task 123 will be given a one-way ticket to heaven by the Demon King."
"That's all for this vocational training. get out of class dismissed!"
Jones gave a full-tooth smile to the dumbfounded bosses in the audience, "I hope everyone will devote themselves to the great cause of building a socialist hell."
The devil applauded: "Teacher Jones said it very well!" He looked at the criminals and murderers with dementia in the audience with a kind smile: "You won't let me down, right?"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
"I will accept the transformation!"
"What, what heaven? I don't want it!"
"I am a man of hell when I am alive, and a ghost of hell when I die!"
In this way, the first hell vocational training came to a successful conclusion. This training was a harmonious and victorious training.
…
Zhao Luejun is a teacher at Yingda Mechanical Technology College, teaching agricultural machinery training courses. This is a social welfare project in cooperation between their school and the government. In class, he will teach farmers how to use simple agricultural machinery for free, thus contributing to the comprehensive entry into a well-off society.
Zhao Luejun's work was noble, but he was poor.
So he developed his second side business - applying mobile phone film under overpasses, which can be considered as making full use of his professional advantages.
That day, a young man suddenly came to his door and asked him to take extracurricular training, with evening classes from Monday to Friday and all-day classes on Saturdays and Sundays, with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan.
Zhao Luejun: !!!
The young man smiled shyly and said, "I'm sorry, we don't have any social insurance or housing fund. I hope you don't mind."
Zhao Luejun waved his hand with righteousness: "It doesn't matter! Am I the kind of person who is interested in the five social insurances and one housing fund?!" He couldn't wait to ask: "Where is your company? Can we sign the contract now?"
"Our company is quite remote, in the mountains. We will send a special car to pick you up every time you go to class."
Zhao Luejun nodded in satisfaction. His brain, obsessed with money, barely managed to pull out a trace of rationality and asked suspiciously, "You...are you a formal company? Isn't the salary a bit too high?"
"Since you asked, I might as well tell you the truth. The salary is so high because the work this time is special." The young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Actually, the students this time are special. They are all foreign criminals detained in our country's foreign prison."
"Hiss—" Zhao Luejun was shocked. "Why does the country teach foreigners these things?"
"They took the initiative to ask for it! After accepting the socialist transformation, they vowed to turn over a new leaf and make a fortune through hard work after they were released from prison, and to build a new socialist countryside with their own hands. So they strongly requested that the state send teachers to teach them relevant agricultural technology."
"The country agreed to their request out of the spirit of international communism, and that's why I was sent out to find an excellent teacher to take on this important task."
The young man patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Teacher Zhao is a brave and noble teacher, just the talent our prison needs! As an outstanding party member, don't let the organization down."
Zhao Luejun was deeply moved, and even had tears in his eyes. He nodded vigorously and said firmly: "Leave it to me! I promise that they will all graduate successfully!"
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