Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

"Lao Cao, when it comes to shrimp and pig hearts, you guys are the best."

He Yuzhu, who originally had a lot of complaints about Fang Zhouzai, is now a little worried about him.

I thought to myself: "Lao Fang, you have to hold on. Don't collapse after three rounds. You have to stand up and keep going. The more you lose, the braver you become, until you are finally crushed to ashes."

"Zhu Zi, don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind. Xiao Meng, go find Comrade Lao Gong and ask him to notify our people in Shanghai to cooperate. We will remotely control him and play a big game."

He Yuzhu was secretly shocked. Is this the aura of a superior? All of China is a chess game, and you and I are all chess pieces? I envy you.

"Lao Cao, I see you are very concerned about this matter, how about letting this Fang guy take it and play with it?"

"Zhu Zi, do you think this is just playing with mud? Why are you still digging for fun? Besides, he is the only one who deserves my help. I am not afraid of being laughed at if I say this out loud."

next second.

"Xiao Meng, please submit the itinerary report to me in time for the next operation. I want to see if you have lost touch with the business since you left the department."

After saying that, he ignored He Yuzhu who wanted to speak again, and walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back, whistling proudly. Anyone with a discerning eye could hear that Lao Cao was very happy.

"Zhu Zi, what did the old leader say?"

"Brother Meng, just do as Lao Cao says. I think he can't stand the loneliness, so just find him something fun."

"By the way, Brother Hui, you should tell your people to be more careful. It should be like a cat playing with a mouse. Give it a few more rounds. Otherwise, if your old leader gets addicted and causes trouble for you, I won't care."

Having followed Lao Cao for so many years, Meng Xuhui feels sour whenever he thinks about the methods his old leader used to punish them. Now he also feels a little sympathetic towards Fang Zhouzi and others.

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After Zhang Hu's shocking performance ended, the audience was silent for three seconds, and then applause and cheers instantly filled the entire yard.

In order to prevent the noise from being too loud and attracting the police, Fang Zhouzi quickly tried to cool down the crowd and get everyone to calm down.

"Members, calm down. Our results have not yet been announced to the public. We need to keep it confidential and not show it off."

Sure enough, when the crowd heard this, they were afraid that "their achievements" would be "stolen" by others, and they instantly became quiet.

Seeing that he had regained everyone's trust, Fang Zhouzi decided to strike while the iron was hot and make some more money.

"Members, to be honest, in order to support Master Zhang's Qigong career, our ** Foundation has little money left in its account. In order to allow Master Zhang to continue his research, I will set an example and donate 78.56 yuan to the Foundation today. This is all I have."

When the crowd saw this, they realized that if they didn't vote at this crucial moment, they would be fools.

So the crowd started taking out money and putting it into Fang Zhouzai's hands.

When the last person had handed in his/her gift, Fang Zhouzai bowed solemnly to the crowd. The crowd felt that they were respected. What they didn't know was that Fang Zhouzai, who was bending over to bow, was so happy that the corners of his mouth were almost reaching the back of his head.

After brainwashing the crowd again, Fang Zhouzi let them leave.

"President, do you think you could give me this money and deposit it into my account?" Wu Youde said with a greedy look on his face.

Fang Zhouzi gently pushed back the hand that Wu Youde extended.

"Old Wu, I donated all my wealth to you, and you don't have anything to say in return?"

Wu Youde thought that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb, so he gritted his teeth and stuffed all the more than 100 yuan he had into Fang Zhouzi's hands.

"President, how can I be so unconscious? Here is the one hundred and one dollars I sponsored. Please keep it."

Fang Zhouzi's eyes were almost narrowed from laughing.

"Old Wu, I knew you were highly conscious."

Then, the two of them turned their eyes to Lao Xiang.

Lao Xiang, who had already thought of running away, suddenly became clear-headed. This Fang Zhouzi was going to trap him as well.

"President, I didn't bring any money today. I will make up for it tomorrow."

Fang Zhouzi was not suspicious, after all, Lao Xiang had always been quite honest.

"Well, let me announce a decision. From now on, Master Zhang will also be the vice president of our association. Since Master Zhang needs materials for research at any time, I will personally take the membership fee this time."

Then, ignoring the looks of Wu Youde and Lao Xiang who was pretending to be surprised, Fang Zhouzi paid them their wages and left with Zhang Hu.

Looking at the 30 yuan salary in his hand, Wu Youde was almost crying. Was he losing both the wife and the army?

Old Xiang, who got twenty yuan for free, was extremely happy.

He suppressed his smile and patted Wu Youde on the shoulder and said, "Old Wu, take it easy. It's just three months' salary. Maybe you will gain more in the future. I'll leave first."

Wu Youde was left alone and in a mess in the yard, unable to understand how such a smart man could have become like this?

In the evening, Fang Zhouzai and Zhang Hu drank wine, admired the night view of Shanghai, and enjoyed the joy of victory.

"Brother Zhang Hu, today we collected more than 2,000 yuan in new membership fees. I'll give you 500 yuan. Don't blame me for being stingy. There are other staff members who need to be paid and taken care of."

When Zhang Hu heard that he could get 500 yuan, which was the income from farming for two years, he realized that it was really important to be with the right person.

"Brother Fang, I'll do as you say, but you promised me that I'll live with you from now on. I don't want to go back to that broken yard with leaks everywhere."

Zhang Hu in front of him is still of great use to him. For the sake of his own great cause, he should just go along with him for now.

"Brother Zhang Hu, I, your brother Fang, will stick to my word. You will stay here tonight and return the house tomorrow. Throw away all the things in your yard except for those things. We will get new ones. From now on, we will work together and strive to live in Linjiang Villa as soon as possible."

"Well, Brother Fang... I... I picked up that yard, and I took all the valuables with me when I came out."

Fang Zhouzi: "... What? So, am I being pua?"

Who can understand that I was just being polite? I should have known not to give him five hundred.

When Fang Zhouzi thought about having to spend a lot of money to buy clothes for Zhang Hu, he felt a pain in his heart, and the red wine in his hand suddenly didn't taste good anymore.

"Brother Zhang Hu, I'm a little tired. You can sleep in that room from now on. I'm going upstairs to sleep first."

Zhang Hu really thought Fang Zhouzi was really tired and didn't mind the dirt. He kissed the banknotes in his hand happily and went back to the bedroom Fang Zhouzi pointed out on the first floor to sleep contentedly.

The next day, the crisis was resolved, and Fang Zhouzai, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a series of urgent phone calls.