The director had just finished dry heaving and didn't see the little movements of Qiao Qiao and the others. Upon hearing this, he thought his plan had won the final victory, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"One hundred dollars each, is that enough?"
This is twice the market price!
“That’s enough!”
“That’s enough!”
The crowd's eyes lit up and they stuffed the chicken into the director's arms.
“Puff—”
It just so happened that the chicken had diarrhea as soon as someone else took care of it.
"Ahhh, take it away, take it away!"
The director collapsed and screamed, and once again vomited in public.
This time, he almost vomited bile.
But it doesn’t matter. Although the process is tortuous, the ending is good. At least they don’t have to sleep on the street tonight.
With this thought in mind, the director, though in physical pain, was in high spirits. He believed that, at least, he had won this ignorant and hateful war of xenophobia against the villagers!
Then, the director, feeling victorious, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and like a victorious poet, he carried his foreign small leather suitcase with strength and walked to the yard of the masses' house with great dignity.
Um.
The gatehouse is very wide and the terrain is very high.
It's even more beautiful and luxurious than the house I lived in before. It looks like the courtyard of a wealthy family in the past, and it's very worthy of the director's status.
The director was even more satisfied.
Then--
“Clack—”
“Clack—”
When I pushed the door open, the yard was full of chickens.
At a glance, there were actually thousands of them!
“…”
Is this a chicken farm in the yard?!
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