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Now these two people are the exploiters of the blood tax system.

Feng Dance is very curious. For the blood tax system, how are these exploited people in Dongsang, how do they think about themselves?

In order to truly become Dongsang people, the most important thing is to integrate them into their ideas, so Fengwu does not give up any opportunity to learn.

Feng Dance listened carefully to them.

The old building once again asked Lao Jia: "You can think about what to do after retirement?"

Lao Jia was silent for a while, and smiled a bit: "Who knows? Anyway, we have saved some money in these years, buying a few acres of good land, it is no problem to be a rich family."

Old Building: "Unfortunately, we are only forty years old. After retirement, the days are still so long. The money in hand is not enough."

Lao Jia laughed: "It's enough to save some flowers."

The old building shook his head: "I really hope that I will make a fortune, and I will pay for the old money."

Lao Jia: "Old building, you are too greedy, this can't be done, you have always been like this..."

Lao Jia still wants to say it again, but he can't help but see the old building: "I can do it, can I not know? I can live to the present because I can restrain myself, otherwise how can I be a concierge under Mr. Zuoqiu? ?"

Lao Jia nodded.

Mr. Zuo Qiu?

concierge?

The phoenix dance secretly remembered the face of the old building.

"I heard that Chu Xiangguo wants to come to our Sun Castle?" The sound of the old building sounded.

In the impression of Feng Dance, Dong Sangguo is not only a prime minister, but there is still a Chu Xiangguo?

Who is this Chu Xiangguo?

The phoenix dance is very clear. Xiang and the prime minister can be juxtaposed. They are different official positions.

The United States has a higher status than the prime minister, and there is only one country in a country, and the prime minister can have a right and left.

Lao Jia: "Yeah, I heard that Chu Xiangguo is coming, and I don’t know when it will come. We are all close to the skin, so as not to be swept by him. Otherwise, the slightest mistakes may lead to the killing of the body. ""

When they were one of the concierges, they said a word to Chu Xiangguo. After Chu Xiangguo left, there was a blood line in the throat of the porter...

"Chu Xiangguo is the teacher of Mr. Zuoqiu. Mr. Zuoqiu respects his old man as a god, how can we get rid of it? Do you see someone who dares to call Chu Xiangguo as Chu Tianxiao?"

"Hurry up and shut up!" Lao Jia squatted at the old building: "Do you still want to live? Dare to call his old man's name?!"

The old building was also scared, and the subconscious was patrolling around. No one noticed this, and it wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Lao Jia glared at him: "Have you forgotten the Chu Xiangguo of ‘Let the Next Sword’, how horrible? You don’t want to live, don’t bother me!”

Said, Lao Jia picked up the hat on the side and turned to the restaurant, but he escaped.

The phoenix dance on the side was a bit surprised.

What did she hear?

Chu Xiangguo is Chu Tianxiao, her three brothers?

Then the third brother, he is the teacher of Mr. Zuo Qiu?

Phoenix Dance: "..."

What did Mr. Zuoqiu call her? Little teacher?

I thought of the Confucianism, the temperament and calmness, and Mr. Zuoqiu, who was reading the Spring and Autumn Period under the moon, and respected his own younger generation, respectfully shouting his little teacher...

Keke -

The phoenix dance was a bit smothered by her own saliva.

At this time, the old building was a bird of surprise. He looked up and sang a phoenix dance and turned away.

At this time, the phoenix dance has been sitting on the bench on his side.

"you--"