Chapter 1154, Chapter 458: Little Workers

On the surface, the boss is bragging about his skills to the workers, but the real information is the secret transmission.

"In the meatloaf shop in the southwest, did you see the strong man."

The boss shook the pu fan, there was a slapping on the front of the breast, and conveyed a message to Tang Luo in a secret language: "That man should be an airborne spy, but he hasn't practiced at home yet, so he wandered around the market before dawn. I look around here from time to time. From morning to night, I have changed the heads of seven or eight shops, but I have never left here. It seems that we are being targeted!"

Following Xiu'er's instructions, Tang Luo turned his head inadvertently, then turned his head blankly, and said lightly: "Maybe you just want to steal the teacher, you are too sensitive."

"Really?" Xiu'er was suspicious: "Do you need to steal a teacher like this? Those who want to steal a teacher these days, who doesn't start asking questions after ordering a bowl of meatballs? This looks at what you can steal from a distance. division?"

"Maybe it's just because of his shy personality. I don't see how long he will come over. After all, if he keeps staring at him like this, everyone will notice his strangeness."

Perfunctory Xiuer casually, Tang Luo turned his head to match the eyes of the strong man. The bear-like sturdy man saw Tang Luo's cold eyes, his neck shrank and his hands trembled. Drop a table.

"Uh" Xiu'er looked at Fang Xiong's cowering appearance, and was not so sure of her firm judgment before: "Maybe you are right. If the Secret Spy looks at the target and is so nervous, how can I get information? , Maybe this is really an honest person who steals the teacher."

Tang Luo didn't say a word, and continued to lower his head to fiddle with the dough on the chopping board, pulling the long strips on the chopping board and tapping it, which is said to make the noodles more chewy.

"Piapia, piapiapia!"

The brawny man dangling in Nanjiefang City is no one else, but Fang Xiong from Jiangxing Pavilion. These days, they are being ordered to explore the roots and feet of Chaochang Yahang.

The roots and feet are actually relatively easy to investigate. After all, is it a business? Among them, money comes and goes.

The warriors of the slave hunting team also have a clear context, after all, the elite who can lead the team can't come out of thin air.

There are also the accountants and shopkeepers in the Yahang. It is easier to check their origins. You only need to follow them every day after work and see where they take the account books to know who is behind the Yahang.

Fang Xiong, who has awakened the wind spirit body, has a burly stature, but his body skills are extremely light. Moreover, after the wind spirit body enters his mind, he will not disturb his vitality and leave traces. It is the only magical skill for spying by night, just a few days. , He touched the door of the wealthy businessman behind the row of teeth.

Originally, I was going to report in a pub, but after I came to Nanjiefang City, I couldn't walk anymore.

Because he saw Longxi Tianjiao, the best one, was making meatballs and ramen!

At first, Fang Xiong thought that he had misread it, or that the young man of the ramen looked very much like the owner of the restaurant, but he had already confirmed it when he looked at each other just now. This must be Tang Luo.

After grabbing the diced pork on the table twice and putting it back into the cake, and then swallowing it in one bite, Fang Xiong stood up and trot all the way towards Luo's Xiaodianpu.

"Boss, do you still hire workers?"

Fang Xiong flushed, and whispered towards Tang Luo who was ramen. The voice was as soft as a mosquito, which was extremely inconsistent with his sturdy figure.

When he did this, he was naturally not teasing Tang Luo, but just looking at each other. In addition to the cold eyes, there was also a sound transmission, which made him have to bite the bullet and apply for the job.

"I'm not the boss, go ask him."

Tang Luo didn't lift his face, and replied lightly.

Fang Xiong had no choice but to smile, turned his head and fanned the puffball, and looked up and down his middle-aged man to please him: "Boss, are you still hiring? I am very diligent and can do everything!"

Well, other people stealing the teacher are almost a bowl of meatball sets, which is considered a bit of a sacrifice. This guy wants to steal the teacher, but he wants to work. It's really a talent.

The speechless Xiu'er really believes that this product is here to steal the teacher, but she still tactfully refuses: "Thank you brother for showing me your love, but my small business doesn't need such workers."

"what!"

Fang Xiong's face collapsed suddenly, and he only felt that there was a thorn on his back. He didn't dare to turn his head but continued to plead with the boss, only to cry.

Xiu'er is a soft-hearted temper. Wherever he can stand a seven-foot high-spirited man, he will turn to Tang Luo for help, hoping that the other party will come forward to solve it.

"A few days ago, didn't you say that the store is short of staff now that the business is good? I think he is pretty good."

Rolling the stretched noodles into bunches and placing them neatly, Tang Luo washed his hands whitened by the flour without lifting his head and said lightly, "It seems like someone with strength, a little training can help beat the meatballs. Can earn more, not young or old."

"That's it." Xiu'er thought for a while, then said to Fang Xiong: "Ping Dan will come here to work."

"Thank you boss, thank you boss!"

The overjoyed Fang Xiong nodded to the middle-aged boss, and then ran away without looking back, as if there was a ghost chasing him behind him.

...

The shop closes in the middle of the night, and four hours later, it is normal day to start work, so that the cycle is one day.

People say that a peaceful and repetitive life will wear down the will of the heart, but the matter of meaning is originally given by the individual. Whether you live a meaningful life or not, how can others really tell.

Perhaps in Xiu'er's view, such a peaceful life is the meaning of life.

Tang Luo, who returned to the room, looked at his hands that had been beating meatballs for a long time, kneading the dough for a long time, smiled lightly, and sank into his inner eyes.

Seven months have passed since he was injured in July last year.

Because of the lack of meridians a few days ago, he was unable to complete his weekly luck, so he could only rely on the spiritual income of the star hall to maintain.

Under the full operation of the star hall, the 27 mortal stars plus the yellow star in Tang Xing's hands can bring him a daily harvest of 83.4 spiritual power, which is 2502 spiritual power per month. increase.

For seven full months, he finally had enough spiritual power to reshape the Immortal Battle Body Divine Formation.

And this battle has brought him one step closer to the control of the star core. In addition to retracting, after these days of training, he has been able to bundle his spiritual power into three thousand silks, even for Wu Shengshan's. The saint martial arts, I'm afraid it's not so much.

Thinking of this in his mind, Tang Luo began to redraw the broken God Array.

The golden ten patterns of the lungs on both arms light up the nine grades of success, gold produces water, and then draws the eight grades and eight grades of kidney water on the back of the waist, aquatic wood, and engraves the seven grades of ten patterns on the abdomen of the liver wood, and the wood makes fire. Sixth-grade pattern, fire engenders soil, and ten patterns of soil on the lower abdomen are successful.

The upper five ranks of the gods reappeared, the power of the five elements gathered, and the stomach of the magical power was reopened, for a whole July, really, waited a long time!

(End of this chapter)