I arranged the system

Chapter 120 Fool
In a room, several colorful men were surrounding a fat man playing cards. Two people were sitting and two others were watching.

"Fatty, come out quickly, I'll be a pair of three, do you want it?" A handsome man with silver-white hair asked.

"I'm sorry."

"Then you're going to lose again."

"After playing this hand, I have to eat." The fat man covered his cards, touched his big belly, and said in a friendly voice.

"Come on, didn't you ask for the money just now?" Another person standing urged.

"No, I'm hungry and I want to eat." The fat man said with a silly smile.

"Go, let's go, the fourth brother is taking the fat man to dinner." The silver-haired man waved his hand.

"After eating, I still need to sleep." The fat man continued.

"Show cute to me again, do you believe that I will kill you?" The silver-haired man stretched out his hand to threaten, and said impatiently.

"Let's go, let's go." The fat man got up from the card table, and then left the room with a green-haired man.

"This stupid fat man, every time he leaves halfway through the game." Another red-haired man sat down and continued playing cards.

The silver-haired man said disdainfully: "Hmph, he's afraid his mother will kill him."

"Boss, how much did we get from him?" the red-haired man continued to ask.

"It must be tens of millions." The silver-haired man said proudly.

"There are so many, their Hou family is really rich, this Hou Xiaopang is lucky." The red-haired man envied.

"Hmph, fate is good, but it's a pity that he is a fool, and the money is not given to us." The silver-haired man played a card.

"Boss, Hou Jinhua is not easy to mess with. If you say we bully her son like this, she won't trouble us, right?"

"What are you afraid of? Our old man is not easy to mess with. She is not in a stable position now. I have heard from my father that she will sit for another three years at most." The silver-haired man said indifferently.

"So we need to get more money from her stupid son while she is still in power. When the time comes, the accounts will be settled and no one will have anything to say." Several other people laughed.

"Boss, I heard a rumor," Hongmao said mysteriously, "I heard that this silly chubby might take over the fucking class."

The silver-haired man stopped his cards and said cautiously: "Oh, is it true?"

"It should be true. After all, our Nanling Chamber of Commerce was established by three generations of the Hou family. It is deeply rooted. There are people from them everywhere. Those old people must be dissatisfied if they are replaced by outsiders. Since others can join, why can't they? "Hongmao hesitated, but said with certainty.

"In that case, we have to give Xiaopang some sweetness. How about giving him some beauties?" The silver-haired man thought for a while and said.

"The boss is the boss. Although we are close to him, we can't compare to Pillow Wind. I'll go and pick some beautiful and obedient women." Hong Mao put down the card, got up and went to do it.

"Second, remember to choose someone with average wealth, not those prostitutes, who are too ambitious." The silver-haired man additionally urged.

Hongmao waved his hand, "Don't worry, boss."

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Somewhere in a luxurious restaurant, there are only three people, one is a fat man, one is a green hair just now, and the other is a big fat chef in a white chef uniform.

"Master, you see that you only know how to play all day long, and you've lost weight again." The fat chef said distressedly after bringing up a large bowl of seafood soup.

"Well, I must eat more today. Uncle Wang treats me the best." The fat man sipped the soup in a "snoring".

"Okay, I'll cook a few more dishes for the young master, and a lot of good ingredients have come in recently." The fat chef watched with great relief as the fat man finished a large pot of soup, then turned and left.

"Fourth brother, why don't you eat? Seeing that you are so thin, you should eat more." The fat man said, and handed over a big greasy bone.

"Go, go, I won't eat your leftovers." Lumao waved it away and sat aside to drink tea.

The fat man didn't take it seriously and continued to eat his own.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked into a luxurious restaurant with a gift box.

When Lu Mao saw this person coming in, he quietly took a few steps back.

"Are you bewitching the young master again?" The middle-aged man walked over with a serious face.

"Zhao, Manager Zhao, I was just ordered to have dinner with the young master." Lu Mao said with a look of fear.

"Hmph, it's that unworthy son of old Chen's family again. He's been doing crooked ways all day long. Do you really think everyone else is blind?" Manager Zhao scolded angrily.

Lumao didn't dare to speak. Although he had some background in his family, he was just running errands.

"Fuck off! Next time I see you, if you still have green hair, see if I don't break your dog legs and send you back to your hometown in Guangdong Province!" Manager Zhao reprimanded annoyedly like waving a blowfly away.

Lu Mao walked out of the restaurant disheveledly.

"Young master, how many times have I told you, don't associate with those dubious guys. Although their parents are a bit powerful, they are useless. You should associate more with young talents from the chamber of commerce. In the future, they will also I can help you." Manager Zhao said earnestly.

"But, they all laughed at me and looked down on me, only Bacolor and they were willing to play with me." The fat man said bitterly, chewing on his bones.

"Hey, young master, you have to have a good skill in order to be respected by others. You just play cards and balls all day long, so others will definitely look down on you." Manager Zhao said cogently.

"Oh, I know, Uncle Zhao," the fat man responded casually, and then saw the gift box in the other person's hand, "What is that? It looks fun."

"Uh, this is exactly the gift I want to give to the young master," Manager Zhao said seriously, "Yesterday, a small local chamber of commerce gave me a tribute. It is a very gorgeous sword. It can be big or small, long or strong. Short, very magical, and it can speak human language."

"It's so magical, show me quickly, Uncle Zhao." The fat man suddenly said in anticipation.

Manager Zhao smiled, and then opened the gift box, revealing a golden short sword, the blade was two feet and one inch, and the hilt was more than two inches.

"Sword, sword, can you really speak?" The fat man said to him quickly.

The dagger stood upright in the air, and he said disdainfully: "Nonsense, I am the only divine sword in the sky and the only one on earth. What does it mean to talk? I can still use it as long or short as I want."

"Isn't that the same as the golden cudgel in the myth?" Fatty was overjoyed, "Then make it longer, let me see."

While speaking, the dagger floated above the dining table, and then slowly became longer.

"Hey, that's not bad," the fat man clapped his hands, "Longer."

Short swords became long swords, and then got longer and longer.

"Master," Manager Zhao hurriedly reminded, "It can't grow any longer. If it grows any longer, the president will find out."

"Oh, I see, I play in private," the fat man rolled his eyes, "Uncle Zhao, you gave this gift well, what reward do you want?"

"Young master, my son wants to visit the north next month. Can you tell the president not to restrain him anymore, and let him set off with the caravan going north this year, so that he can make some contributions and make up for it?" The previous crime." Manager Zhao was embarrassed at first, and finally couldn't help but said.

"That's simple. Uncle Zhao's son is called Zhao Sheng, right? Although he beat me before and even robbed a woman I liked. But for the sake of this sword, I will forgive him generously. Tomorrow I will mention it to my mother and let him go out." The fat man played with the sword, lengthening it and shortening it, having a great time.

"Thank you, young master, thank you young master, I have ordered Xiao Sheng to break up with that shameless woman, and I will not allow him to commit any crimes in the future."

"Forget it, I forgot what that woman looks like." The fat man focused all his attention on the sword.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Manager Zhao nodded, then turned and left.

"Let's go, let's go." The fat man waved his hand.

After Manager Zhao left, the fat cook came over.

"Young Master, why don't you eat the rest of your meal?" He said distressedly.

"Forget it, I'll play with the sword first, and come to eat in the afternoon." The fat man ran out of the restaurant alone with the sword in his hand.

"Hey, what's the matter with the young master going on like this? You can't eat well if you're too busy playing," the big fat cook looked at the delicious food on the table, and said distressedly, "It's hard to think about the porridge and meal, so I have to finish it for the young master. It's been hard work."

While speaking, he buried his head and began to eat wildly.

"This tuna is not bad. Even if the East China Sea Chamber of Commerce has a hand, it can catch such a big one."

"This spore meat is very fragrant, and my old Wang's craftsmanship is good."

(End of this chapter)