Zhou Xiaoxing had been standing for a while, but because the boss didn't make much room and the third uncle continued to poison the two mountains, he immediately sat down after standing up.

The top priority now is to send Uncle San away immediately, open the window and breathe some fresh air. Otherwise, he will not be able to sleep well even if he returns to the room.

What's more, he clearly felt that the boss was pushing him down with his hand while speaking, indicating that he would stay for a while and have something to say.

After Zhou Xiaoxing sat down, his mouth immediately became flat, his nose was straight, and his deep and charming eyes stared at the TV that was not turned on, recalling the movies he had watched in his previous life.

Is there anything you want to say? Is there something you can’t say tomorrow? Isn’t it just to tell you that he learned foot massage from the gambling god master, and works part-time as a Filipino domestic helper when he has nothing to do, and what else is there?

Various plots related to gambling, the God of Gamblers, and the Saint of Gamblers flashed through his mind like a slide show.

Zhou Xiaoxing closed his eyes, and in less than a breath, he opened them and the case was closed.

The boss found that he had nothing particularly important, that is, the foot massage.

There's nothing good to say about this matter. It's ridiculous. It's just that I learned an extra skill from the God of Gamblers, and nothing else.

Could it be that you want to pass this mantle on to him?

I can’t think about it, it’s too scary to think about it.

When the third uncle heard that the boss agreed so easily, he didn't even bother to put on the socks he had just taken off, which he had worn on the front for five days and on the back for the first time. He raised his feet, held on to the chair and was about to walk towards the door.
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The big brother breathed a quick sigh of relief, relaxed visibly, and was about to turn to the younger brother.

As soon as the third uncle left, the conditions for him and the younger brother to chat alone were fulfilled. As for the latter being in a happy mood, that was simple. Since he and the younger brother had known each other, he had never seen the younger brother look sad.

Isn’t that okay?

It is the age of wanton youth. No matter what troubles you have, later life is the best antidote. Even if you have small unhappy things, when you wake up, they will be gone.

They are all people who have been born in the past, and they have all been born in the future. What he means is that there are more young people than he is now, the kind of people who are ignorant and don’t know the world, and know everything.

In other words, as long as the third uncle is knowledgeable, a little discerning, neat and quick, and leaves quickly, he can squat on the toilet again, open the canned fruit, and eat to his heart's content.

He came back so patiently that it took almost an hour, nineteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds, and he didn’t see the third uncle or the younger brother preparing anything delicious.

Mingming said on the phone last night that everything was ready for him...

Where is everything? In the side pocket?

Wherever he looked, he only saw the exhausted younger brother, the glorious third uncle, and the reporters he just discovered plastered all over the windows...

He had just turned an acute angle, and there was a fat belly on his right...

Uh...

Did he give money too readily? Or did he not give enough?

Or maybe he didn’t make it clear what he said first?

Why is Third Uncle coming back again?

As soon as he came back, the familiar smell of pickled cabbage penetrated his and Xi Lao's noses without wasting a minute.

Ah this...

Zuo Songxing couldn't bear it anymore. He could bear it when his third uncle left and came back. As long as he gave a little hint in his heart, saying that there must be something wrong with him when he comes back. He is such a person, doing things irritably, confusingly, and carelessly...

....

With just one or two sentences, the psychological discomfort can be swept away, but physically, like they have to cover their noses and shut their mouths to avoid the destruction of their third uncle's athlete's foot, this...

... Even if he said hundreds of sentences of chicken soup for the soul to himself, it would not help.

The facts are right in front of them, and they can't hide it even if they want to.

He immediately turned around, raised his eyebrows, sat upright, and looked angrily at his third uncle who was patiently putting on his socks. He was about to get angry, yelling in a nasal voice, and asked him to leave immediately after putting on his socks.

After taking a breath, the fragrant smell of sweat hit him directly as he walked forward. Zuo Songxing instinctively felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, so he held it back, pointed at his third uncle, and warned him, no, it was a stern warning.

On special occasions, especially in front of him or younger men, you are not allowed to take off your shoes and socks easily. If this is the case, soak your feet every day for a month in advance.

This smell is so impressive.

As soon as he said this, the third uncle had just put on his shoes. Seeing the boss's righteous words, Zhou Xiaoxing took a breath and gave him two thumbs up.

If there were more people like big bosses in the housing industry or society who spoke out for justice, the air in the world would be so fresh.

Is air pollution also related to citizens’ bad living habits?

Zhou Xiaoxing knew that the boss and the third uncle still had something to say, so he simply let his thoughts fly away without going too far. He still noticed what the two people were talking about.

Putting on shoes and socks, he felt confident. The third uncle sat on the chair, leaning back, as if he didn't care. He touched his big belly and asked questions.

He could see that the current situation had long been reversed. It was no longer him begging the boss to give him a foot massage, but the latter seemed to be doing something behind his back.

Before going to the God of Gamblers, I had never heard of him having the habit of eating canned business. It’s not just a meal of good doll noodles. If it’s Chinese New Year or his birthday, adding a piece of luncheon meat will make you feel moved for a long time.

, some explanation...

There is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that is more sinister than a conspiracy.

With the handle in hand, he shouldn’t feel too comfortable!

The third uncle touched his thinning forehead hair with his right hand. His left hand looked casual but actually pointed at the boss with ulterior motives, asking him why he shouldn't give him a foot massage first and then eat canned fruit. See you outside.

Reporter?

It doesn’t affect you at all!

Ah this...

Zuo Songxing was shocked when he heard this. He wiped the non-existent sweat on his face with his hand. He glanced at the young man next to him and shouted in his heart: Help, the third uncle asked this question, and he didn't want to answer it at all.

As for the young man, when he first told me the origin of his money, he couldn't stop him. Now, when it's his turn to speak or I hope he can explain, please give me some explanation...

Zhou Xiaoxing relaxed his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and moved his mouth playfully to indicate that he was helpless.

In fact, he can say something, but he doesn't need to and doesn't bother to talk. The big guy can handle this little thing.

Besides, the third uncle finally took his attention away from him, but he was not willing to sacrifice his life to let the former notice him again.

It's a trivial matter for him to care about. If someone is not lucky and the chore of foot massage falls into his hands, then...

Don’t test human nature easily, and don’t overestimate human nature.

Zhou Xiaoxing recited two sentences silently like a mantra in his mind, which he thought were philosophical enough to suppress his current indifferent thoughts. After that, it was time to be in a daze.

What was his first thought... Oh, he remembered it. When it came to the reason why the air quality in Xiangjiang was getting worse year by year, he probably estimated that there was a high probability of 70 to 80% that it should be due to not washing or washing feet for a long time.

It is related to people who use the wrong method, mostly middle-aged and older men...

This question comes from a very special angle. I don’t know if anyone has mentioned it before him. If not, Zhou Xiaoxing has considered writing to the mayor or officials from the Environment Agency...

So speechless!

The younger brother doesn’t even say a word of help, but he seems to be in a state of mind, which is really annoying.

If it weren't for the purpose of bringing him a message, wouldn't he be restrained by his third uncle and feel extremely uncomfortable all over his body?

It’s true that good intentions don’t pay off!

By the way, the younger brother still doesn’t know that he has this idea, so he is probably staying out of the situation so that he can solve the problem alone. After all, if one sentence is said and the listener interprets it from different angles, the meaning will be completely different.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that what the younger brother was doing now was reasonable. He stopped thinking about it and said a few words casually, such as his canned fruit will be ready at one minute this morning, no, one second later.

It's about to expire. If he doesn't eat it now, wouldn't that be a waste of money?

As for why I didn’t give Third Uncle a foot massage first, that’s easy to explain. Let the latter smell it by himself. He hasn’t washed his feet or cleaned the soles of his feet for at least seven or eight days. If he changed his feet, it would be better.

Can I do it?

Two consecutive questions made the third uncle stupid. He lay on the chair blankly. His previous complacent look was no longer there. He could only nod and say something to himself, yes, that's it, but...

..

Still okay?

There was no turning point at all. The reason why the third uncle kept going was because he was unwilling to accept the deep blame for the lack of words in his brain.

This is not even a round, and you will lose completely.

How sad!

It doesn't matter if your vocabulary reserve is not as good as that of the big boss. You can't lose with this momentum. As the old saying goes, if you lose others, you don't lose the team.

The third uncle was still lying leisurely, with recognition of the boss's words from the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, but he just refused to admit defeat, always feeling that he still had some truth.

Otherwise, according to the boss's habit, he would have been rude and kicked him out.

Zuo Songxing felt that it was enough for him to mention those two points, which was enough for his third uncle to pat his butt and get up to socialize with the reporters. You know...

The dead duck has a tough mouth!

I have to say the third one!

He turned his head and glanced at the young man who was sitting upright as if he was watching TV seriously but the TV was not turned on at all, and looked away without much emotion.

People under the age of twenty are like this. There is no pressure in life, no worries, no need to worry about anything, and it is easy to concentrate.

I think of him two or three years ago, and he was like this. Now, I don’t think about it anymore, but I feel joy when I think about it.
To be continued...