The Goddess President's Personal Soldier King

Dragon City, a bar with a smile allure.

Mona Lisa pinched the phone and dialed a mobile number.

A deep voice came from over there: "What's the matter, Sha, miss me?"

"Honey, it's my birthday tonight, can you come?"

"of course can."

Ye Chen replied without thinking.

"Husband, thank you."

Mona Lisa said emotionally.

"Just say thank you next time, and I'll keep you out of bed for a week."

Ye Chen said playfully.

"Oh, my husband, I don't dare to, you can't be so fierce to him."

Mona Lisa's charming voice seems to be boring to death.

Ye Chen, who was listening, wanted to rush over and put her on the bed to rectify the Fa on the spot.

Ye Chen wiped out the Zhao family and came out of the Ouyang Group, then remembered the big rock in the warehouse of the Ouyang Group.

Before, this stone was originally intended to help the Ouyang Group to tide over the difficulties.

Now that the hard times are over, it should be left to its own use!

When Ye Chen came to the warehouse, he saw that big stone was still in the corner.

Unremarkable.

In the ghost market, he got this boulder without spending any money.

At that time, everyone felt that Ye Chen was thankless.

Playing with stones, he actually chose such a piece of trash.

At that time, even Master Qin in the treasure appraisal world scoffed at it.

He felt that Ye Chen was just fooling around by choosing this boulder!

Later, when Ye Chen said that this boulder was called Yinshi.

Master Qin was completely stunned!

He admired Ye Chen even more!

At this time, Ye Chen came to Yinshi.

I looked around and found that there was no vehicle that could transport it away.

Just about to call Ouyang Mou, a tractor came.

The driver of the tractor was a migrant worker, and his appearance and clothes were very simple.

Ye Chen stepped forward, "Brother, what do you pull this tractor for?"

The farmer turned off the tractor and smiled honestly, "The garbage collector, this warehouse is an idle warehouse of the Ouyang Group. There is a lot of garbage in it that needs to be cleaned up, so let me come and drag them away."

Ye Chen nodded, "Brother, there is a stone here, how about pulling it away for me?"

The migrant worker looked at the boulder and said enthusiastically, "Okay, young man, it's all right."

"But we need to find a crane, otherwise there is no way for people to lift such a big stone."

Farm workers suggested.

When Ye Chen was about to speak, the security captain led several people over.

The captain of the security guard looks thick and tall, with a full height of 1.9 meters.

With a body full of tendons, he seems to be a practicing family.

To be the security captain of Ouyang Group, in addition to being physically strong, one also needs to have a deep background.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to be the captain of security in such a large group.

After being far away, he shouted loudly: "Old Zhao, don't you fucking have a long memory!"

"I've told you already, I'll pay you 50 yuan for a job. Whether you're a master or not is deaf to my ears!"

Seeing the person coming, the migrant workers hurriedly jumped off the tractor, and said with a troubled face: "Leader, can you let me finish this job before giving you the money, I am really penniless now."

"Damn it, you bastard! You were asked to work for our group because you were honest, but now you have no money! Okay, then don't do it in the future, there are people who will take over for you!"

"Get the hell out of me now!"

The security captain yelled.

Lao Zhao, a migrant worker, hurried forward and begged: "Leader, please, I will definitely give you money after I finish the work. My daughter has leukemia, and I can't lose this job!"

"This job is my daughter's life-saving money!"

Migrant worker Lao Zhao begged with his nose and tears.

"You are paralyzed, dead migrant worker, stay away from me."

As he spoke, he kicked Lao Zhao, a migrant worker, away.

Ye Chen looked aside and frowned.

What he didn't expect was that Ouyang Group would have such a scum!

This is really a rat droppings spoiling a good pot of soup!

Ye Chen took out a cigarette and said indifferently: "I will pay for Lao Zhao's money for him."

Hearing this, the security captain was slightly taken aback.

Then looking at Ye Chen, Mung Dou sized Ye Chen carefully, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

In his eyes, Ye Chen, like Old Zhao, is a migrant worker.

The only difference from Old Zhao is that Ye Chen is just a small migrant worker.

Confirming Ye Chen's identity in his heart, the security captain became even more proud.

"Okay, then you pay."

said the security captain.

Ye Chen took out 50 yuan, and when he was about to hand it over to the security captain, he only heard the security captain say: "It used to be 50 yuan, but now it's not!"

"Oh? How much do you want?"

Ye Chen asked lightly.

"The job just now doesn't belong to Lao Zhao anymore. Do you think 50 yuan can buy a job?"

The security captain said in awe.

"Then tell me the number."

Ye Chen said calmly.

The security captain thought for a while, and then put on an awe-inspiring attitude, "For the sake of Lao Zhao's conscientiousness in the past, now give me 5 yuan, but if you lose a penny, don't even think about continuing this job! "

Hearing this, Lao Zhao's whole heart collapsed.

He knelt down on the ground with a plop, and begged, "Leader, you are so precious. You charged me 1 yuan, why did it suddenly increase to 5 yuan..."

"It was at the beginning, now is now, you don't want to do it, some people want to do it."

The security captain snorted coldly.

At this time, Ye Chen took a puff of cigarette slowly and asked, "Is 5 yuan less?"

Hearing this, the security captain was slightly taken aback.

Then he glanced at his men.

"I'll go, I met the God of Wealth today!"

On the side, the security captain's subordinates whispered: "Captain, it seems that this kid has money, why don't we beat him up!"

The security captain nodded upon hearing this.

"5 yuan is really not much, so that's good, if you take out 10 yuan, this job will continue to belong to Lao Zhao."

said the security captain.

Ye Chen laughed, his majestic half-step Martial King was actually threatened by such a small character.

"10 yuan doesn't seem to be much. I heard that the intensive care unit in the hospital costs tens of thousands of yuan a day, and 10 yuan is enough to live for a few days."

Ye Chen said lightly.

"What intensive ward? Kid, what are you talking about!"

The security captain faintly felt that Ye Chen had something to say.

"You don't understand? Well, you'll understand later."

Then Ye Chen wanted to make a move.

"Captain, this brat who doesn't know what to do, looks like he wants to fight us!"

"Hehe, are you really laughing to death?"

"Don't you know what we used to do? We used to practice boxing!"

"Our captain even won a boxing championship!"

"You want to fight us, boy, you are tired of work!"

Seeing that Ye Chen wanted to make a move, the group of security guards mocked and laughed one by one.

Ye Chen took a puff of cigarette indifferently.

He has never taken the clamor of ants seriously.