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After hard training, Lawrence can now grow rice skillfully!

He transplanted the rice seedlings quickly and well. From a distance, the horizontal and vertical rice seedlings were the best among the rice transplanting team!

He looked at the neat seedlings he had planted, and then at the crooked seedlings planted by his younger brothers, and couldn't help but smile with relief at the corner of his mouth.

He stood up straight, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, put his hands on his hips proudly, and 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 also beyond the reach of his younger brothers. Awesome, 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, raised 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 saw a ghost: "Jones! Why the hell are you here, you old dog!"

The man he calls Jones is an unshaven, middle-aged man with a Mediterranean belly and a beer belly who walks the road like any greasy old man in a mid-life crisis.

Lawrence felt like he was facing an enemy. This guy Jones, with such a decadent and depressed face of a weak, middle-aged social animal, personally sent countless idiots who looked down on him to hell. Many idiots even died without knowing how they died!

Will Jones is the most famous intelligence dealer in Europe. According to some rumors, he seems to be from an Italian mafia family.

Jones chuckled, his cunning little eyes darting around: "Long time no see, Lawrence. I heard you were missing, so you came here." His eyes looked back and forth at the people working in the rice fields: "Black Where is the Leopard? Are the Black Panthers here too? Are the two mercenary groups here?"

Lawrence curled his lips, acquiesced to his question, and then said with a gloating smile: "You kid usually does bad things, you must be punished now, hahaha,"

Jones clicked his tongue and sighed: "I never thought that we three brothers could continue to be brothers in hell. Fate is so damn wonderful."

Lawrence rolled his eyes at him and sneered: "Who is your brother? Come on, stop talking nonsense. Why are you standing here stupidly? Why don't you come down and farm!"

Jones grinned, showing a smile that could be as obscene as it was, "I don't have to farm, the devil boss gave me another task."

Lawrence was stunned and stared at him suspiciously, "What is your mission?"

"The boss said that I am a mental worker, so I have to give full play to my strengths." Jones glanced at Lawrence, who looked ashen-faced as if he had just rolled in the mud, raised his chin, and said proudly: "So, the boss asked me to give full play to my strengths." I go to the employment guidance center to provide pre-employment training for new recruits.”

Lawrence: "Huh?!"

"What newcomer? No, why don't you farm?!"

"Didn't I tell you that I am a mental worker? We are different. As for the newcomers..." Jones winked at him and said, "Boss, it seems that you are working too hard in farming, so I found some helpers for you!"

Lawrence was furious at first, and then overjoyed, "Hahahahahahahaha I finally don't have to farm anymore!"

That's not certain.

Jones smiled silently, looking at the cheerful Lawrence with a rare sympathy in his heart.

Lawrence, the bratty brother, is still too naive.

…

Will Jones has seen many strong winds and waves in his life, but this was the case. At this time, he was standing on the podium, his calves still trembling.

The audience was full of people, all of whom were famous figures in the dark world. Some of them were the father of the financial sponsor that Jones had to be careful to fawn over before, and there were some people for whom Jones was not even qualified to carry their shoes.

The leader of a terrorist organization in an African country, the largest drug lord in Mexico, the godfather of the largest mafia in Italy, the first and second leaders of the largest mercenary army in Eastern Europe, the boss of the largest killer organization in the Americas...

Compared with the numerous crimes committed by these gangsters, Jones is so pure that he can go to heaven!

These most vicious criminals and murderers from all over the world gathered together, sitting in their seats like primary school students, looking up to listen to Jones' lecture.

...Bathing under the murderous gazes of so many big men, Jones felt like a guinea pig that had strayed into the cat's nest, aggrieved, weak and pitiful.

Thanks to the thick skin his years of intelligence work gave Jones, he was able to maintain his composure instead of just kneeling down and begging the heroes to spare his life.

Well, no matter what, this is hell, and if the devil wants to use him, he will definitely protect him. Thinking on the bright side, being able to command so many big bosses so confidently is a unique opportunity! He should take advantage of it!

He cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady: "Class."

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"Huh? Don't you even understand basic class etiquette?" The devil suddenly appeared above the podium, holding a pointer, and his condescending eyes showed actual malice: "You can't even say hello to the teacher?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire classroom table turned into powder.

There was silence in the classroom, as deserted and quiet as a morgue.

The devil raised his pointer and showed a polite fake smile: "Do you want me to teach you well?"

The biggest drug boss in Mexico was the first to stand up, straighten his chest, raise his head, raise his buttocks and tuck in his abdomen, then bowed 120° and shouted with great strength: "Hello, teacher!"

The other big guys also stood up quickly and bowed to Jones eagerly. For a while, the whole classroom was immersed in a happy atmosphere of respecting teachers.

Jones raised his chest and raised his head proudly, coughed, and suppressed his excitement and said: "Hello, students, class starts 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 Devil has closely followed the spirit of the general secretary's speech, unswervingly implemented the new development concept of innovation, coordination, green, openness and sharing, and led the overall development of Henan Historic changes..."

The criminals braced themselves, pinched their thighs, and tried not to yawn.

Among them, the most sincere and moving performance was performed by a certain Italian Mafia godfather.

I saw a fascinated smile on his face, nodding in thought from time to time. Especially when Jones said that "the new development concept is rooted in the soil of hell and reflects the people's yearning for a better life," his eyes even filled with tears.

Jones looked at it and nodded secretly, admiring it very much. He is worthy of being a godfather. Judging from his performance, he should have many meetings and listen to reports from his subordinates. Now I can learn it in a decent way.

"...In response to the current problem of reduced food production caused by air pollution and land pollution in hell, Lord Demon King made the following instructions..."

The criminals were refreshed, their eyes widened, and they looked at Jones with particularly sharp eyes, knowing that the drama was coming!

“1. Set up a comprehensive course on agricultural machinery, and professional teachers will provide professional vocational skills training to students to ensure that students can skillfully use agricultural machinery such as tractors, trenchers, seeders, shovels, harvesters, and sprayers. ; 2. One hundred thousand dollars per person per month to study 3. Each student is required to recruit 20 indigenous people to voluntarily carry out afforestation projects every week; 4. Students who are unable to complete task 123 will be given a ticket by the Demon King to go to A one-way ticket to heaven.”

"The above is all the content of this vocational training. get out of class is over!"

Jones showed a standard eight-toothed smile to the stunned bosses in the audience, "I hope everyone will devote themselves to the great cause of building a socialist hell."

The devil applauded: "What Teacher Jones said is great!" He smiled and looked at the criminals and murderers with stupid expressions in the audience, showing a kind smile: "You won't let me down, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"I will accept the transformation well!"

"Wha, what kind of paradise! I don't care about it!"

"I am born as a person in hell, and when I die, I am a ghost in hell!"

In this way, the first hell vocational training came to a successful conclusion. This training is a harmonious training and a successful training.

…

Zhao Luojun is a teacher at Yingda Mechanical Technology College and teaches agricultural machinery training courses. This is a social welfare project jointly organized by his school and the government. He will teach farmers how to use simple agricultural machinery for free in the class. , to contribute to building a moderately prosperous society in an all-round way.

Zhao Luejun's work is noble, but he is poor.

So he developed his second side business - cell phone film under overpasses, which was barely enough to give full play to his professional advantages.

On this day, a young man suddenly came to the door and asked him to do extracurricular training. He would have evening classes from Monday to Friday and all-day classes on Saturdays and Sundays, with a monthly salary of 50,000.

Zhao Luejun:! ! !

The young man smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, we don't have five insurances and one housing fund. I hope you don't dislike it."

Zhao Luejun waved his hand in an upright manner: "It's not important! Am I the one who values ​​five insurances and one housing fund?!" He couldn't wait to ask: "Where is your company? Can I sign the contract now?"

"Our company is relatively remote, in the mountains. We will send a special car to pick you up every time you have class."

Zhao Luejun nodded with satisfaction. His brain, which was obsessed with money, managed to pull out a trace of reason, and asked curiously: "You... are a regular company, right? Is the salary a bit too high?"

"Since you've asked that, I'll just give it to you. The salary is so high because this job is quite special." The young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Actually, it's this time The students are special, they are all foreign criminals imprisoned in foreign prisons in our country.”

"Hiss—" Zhao Luejun was startled, "How does the country teach foreign devils these things?"

"They asked for it! After they accepted the socialist transformation, they vowed to change their past mistakes. After they were released from prison, they would make a fortune through labor and build a new socialist countryside with their own hands. So they strongly requested the state to send teachers to teach them relevant Agricultural Technology.”

"Out of the spirit of international democracy, the country agreed to their request, and then sent me to find outstanding teachers to take on this important task."

The young man patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "A brave and noble teacher like Mr. Zhao is exactly the talent our prison needs! As an outstanding party member, don't live up to the expectations of the organization."

Zhao Luejun was so moved that there were even tears in his eyes. He nodded vigorously and said resolutely: "This matter is all on me! I promise to let them all graduate smoothly!"