"Mr. Li, I want to ask a question, what do we need to do next, or is it a plan?"

In the afternoon, Fu Fang, who went to the company to complete the resignation formalities and paid the liquidated damages, asked this sentence while looking at the dialect of the sun lying on the reclining chair with his legs crossed.

He Bin, who was cleaning the house in the distance, also looked over here, and then retreated again under Fu Fang's knife-like gaze, sweeping the air with a broom, but still pricked up his ears.

"The enemy doesn't move, I don't move..."

Henan-flavored tone, with a hint of the official's deepness when speaking, the dialect opened his eyes slightly and continued, "No hurry, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"Then what should we do, stay here?" Fu Fang said, sitting on the sofa carelessly, raising his fingers and counting one by one, "Look, we need money for food and lodging, and we need money for electricity bills. , I need money for everything, and I have no money after paying the liquidated damages..."

"Don't you just want money?"

He Bin murmured at the head, and Fu Fang's whole body instantly took on a murderous look, Liu Mei frowned, and stared at the past momentarily, but the style of painting changed again, and said with a smile, "Okay, you give it to me."

"I'm not familiar with it, a woman can't be a little reserved." He Bin muttered again, turning around and slowly sweeping in the other direction, sweeping the air as always.

"Hey, it's useless!"

"Hey, you woman, how did you talk?" With a blue vein on his forehead, He Bin tilted his head to look at Fu Fang, a kind of impatience and dislike were all on his face.

"Shut up!" Fu Fang shouted coldly.

"My mouth doesn't grow on you, so what's wrong with my words!" He Bin retorted.

"This is my house. If I tell you to shut up, shut up. If you don't want to shut up, go out!" Fu Fang exclaimed impatiently, and pointed to the door.

"Like someone who rarely lives in your house." He Bin snorted, almost rolling his eyes.

"Let's go without hesitation, what are you doing here?"

"If you tell me to go, I'll go..."

"roll!"

"If you let me get out, get out..."

"you you…"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Dialect could no longer pretend to be dead on the reclining chair, slapped his forehead and sat up with helpless black lines on his face, looking at He Bin, who had a rogue face as if nothing had happened, then looked to the side with bulging cheeks, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire The ordinary Fu Fang shook his head helplessly and said, "Come on, I was reimbursed by you two after a good afternoon."

A little cold, the dialect looked at Fu Fang who was angry and didn't speak, smiled and said again, "Okay, what you said just now..."

"Organization funding!" Fu Fang answered, snapping his fingers embarrassedly, "Mr. Li, look, you need money for travel, money for clothes, money for all kinds of equipment, we live here for utility bills, right? Well, we are now equivalent to going out to the field, we must have funds..."

"..." With a black line on his forehead, Dialect looked at Fu Fang, who was listing item by item, pressing his wrist watch, and said softly, "Transfer 10 million to Fu Fang's account." After that, he interrupted. According to Fu Fang's words, "I will transfer 10 million to your newly created independent account, and look at it for yourself."

"What, you said ten million?"

"What, not enough?"

"Enough! Enough!" Fu Fang kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, then thought about it, calmed down again, and asked, "Mr. Li, what's my status now?"

"I originally wanted to give you a chief scientific advisor. He Bin is our bodyguard and driver. What about you, what do you want to be?" Dialect pondered and asked.

"I'm still too young as a scientific advisor, and it's inconvenient to act with you, and the limitations of a lawyer are too great." Fu Fang muttered, his eyes flashing, "There, I'll be your secretary, so it's more reasonable, age Pretty much the same."

"Cut, secretary..." He Bin in the distance picked up another rag and was wiping the table seriously, listening to the conversation between Fu Fang and Dialect, and involuntarily underestimated.

"What's wrong with the secretary? Isn't this what the organization needs? By the way, He Bin, can you stop talking when you trouble others?"

"The mouth doesn't grow on you..."

"Stop for a while, can you two stop arguing?" Diao Yan stopped, as if there were two ducks quacking back in his mind. At this moment, he regretted deliberately creating two people. encounter situation.

Without answering, Fu Fang turned to look at the dialect, her wide-eyed eyes and bulging cheeks clearly told the word dialect - no...

"Go! Go! Go!" Fang Yan retreated, beckoning to He Bin, who was still wiping the table diligently at the other end of the room, "He Bin, come here, I'll talk to you about some serious business first, how do you two want to argue later? No matter how noisy."

He Bin put down the rag and walked over, looking at the large space left on the sofa next to him, sat down in disgust, and looked at Dialect in a polite manner after glaring at Fu Fang.

When there is nothing to be noisy, you can be more angry. When there is something to be noisy, it is unreasonable. The two of them are very clear about this principle.

"Ramon, be alert!" Fang Yan said in a low voice, looked up at the two in front of him, thought for a moment, and then asked a question, "Let's talk about what you think of your current status, I want to listen to it. The thoughts in your heart, not the perfunctory words in your mouth, He Bin, you come first."

After a moment of silence, He Bin looked into Dialect's eyes and said without evasion, "This is a group training handed down from my family 300 years ago. It has been carved into my bones, just like belief."

Nodding his head, Dialect looked at Fu Fang, smiled slightly to ease the atmosphere, and waited for her answer.

"My dad told me before that maybe one day, there will be a hero who will vibrate in my ancestral watch, or come to me at some point, but I didn't wait for a hero, only a rogue, and a Look at you who are no different from an ordinary old farmer." Fu Fang pointed to the dialect and smiled, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"However, since you have come to see me, a 637-year-old antique, a 31-year-old hooligan, I have no reason to refuse in order to go home and not kneel at the ancestral hall." Fu Fang spread his hands and said helplessly,

Then looking at the dialect, an inexplicable excitement flashed in his eyes, and he patted his chest with a proud look.

"Also, when I was seven years old, I could drug my dad just to go out to play, and when I was nine years old, I could ask my classmates to call me eldest sister. I'm good at doing things like this!"

"Let's not say anything else, I met a **** before, and I kept him from having an erection for three years. I met him on the street not long ago, and now he's actually snuggling next to a man, and..."

"…"

With a grin, Fang Yan couldn't bear to look directly, turned his head, exhaled, and then said seriously again, "Let's talk about it first, what we are going to do now is not the previous petty trouble, but..."

"Mr. Li, if you want me to tell me, just let me get a lethal biochemical gas missile and give it to Bluestar City. You just think too much..."