He grinned his teeth and laughed, "Boss, are you writing a letter of chicken feathers."

Wang Lang picked up a list that said, "It's about food, clothing, and money." He asked his family to send it on the day of the reception. The requirements for each phone call are different. It depends on what the boss in this phone call looks like. If you want more ruthless things, you will still be the boss after the things come.

He casually returned the order to the original owner. Wang Lang didn't say anything, but turned around and returned to the bed. This thing had nothing to do with him. He would have to be a gun in a month, so there was no need to do this.

When he was lying down, he took a stack of chicken feather letters over and said, "Boss, look, can you see?"

Wang Lang didn't even look at it, "You can do it yourself. After the food arrives, everyone will give me half of the food. You can see if you keep it or share it equally. If there is one thing, if you don't eat enough, I will talk to you about life and ideals."

Several people asked for a letter of rewriting from the shit, but they only had one pen, but they were still the same pen wrapped in paper on the outside. The conditions were so difficult that it was unreasonable.

A middle-aged man in his forties but who looked similar to his sixties came up timidly and cowardly, "Boss, I have..."

"I have an eighty-year-old mother, and I have a group of wives and children under her. I can't take it out, right?" Wang Lang sat up.

The middle-aged man took several steps back.

"Quail, you old dog god, you also have this kind of rhetoric when Heizi is here. Heizi leaves and still gives us the boss this kind of rhetoric. Don't you want to mess around? You don't know if the boss doesn't have money, just eat it. Didn't you hear it? Is it necessary to tighten it if the skin is loose? Didn't you eat enough table tennis just now?" The bullshit immediately pointed at the quail with great might.

This middle-aged man was a robber. He had a brother, and he went to rob the gold shop together. He was responsible for hiding outside. After the brother robbed, he became tempted to kill the salesperson in the gold shop first and then. He was sentenced to death. The quail was sentenced to many years and had been here for two years. He heard that when the quail came in, he was still a white and fat young man, and now he looks like a pussy. He is rather cowardly, but he has a vicious spirit in his bones. He is covered up by cowardice.

"Either take all the food or take the food, and I'll make my own reservations. Also, if the food is not enough, I'll serve you with the stomach hammer." Wang Lang said softly.

Everyone was silent and stuffed the chicken feather letter to the quail, "Dry the chicken feathers while they were drying them, and write them! Waiting to eat the stomach hammer?"

When Wang Lang closed his eyes and rested, he came up to massage again, "Boss, you kicked Ma Jinhu of No. 4 into the shit pit yesterday, right? He and the pole of No. 2 are sworn brothers. You have to be careful when you let the wind tomorrow. Ma Jinhu's hands are black, and the pole of No. 2 are even darker."

"Where is the No. 1?" Wang Lang asked.

"The No. 1 is Boss Cao, who can't figure it out. Heizi was in charge of our No. 3 before, when he was in charge of our No. 234, he joined forces to deal with Boss Cao. In the end, I don't know what happened. Anyway, Ma Jinhu and Heizi were both detained. Boss Cao was fine and nothing happened, so everyone didn't provoke him, and he didn't deliberately find fault." The bullshit introduced the situation to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took out his ears. The status issue in the digit is very rigorous and his status cannot be desecrated. Wang Lang had occupied Ma Jinhu's position before and even kicked Ma Jinhu into the shit pit. This has become a rift, and no one can swallow this breath.

The next morning, Wang Lang went out and went to Ma Jinhu's pit again.

Ma Jinhu was furious and came with a tall man who was 1.9 meters tall and 2 meters tall. Several people were blocking outside the door to let the news.

As the name suggests, the tall man is really like a rod. His pants are a little short, and his exposed calves are as thick as Wang Lang's arms. They are a bit cruel. They have scars on their faces and tattoos on their arms.

Today, Ma Jinhu has a good memory and has not kicked Wang Lang. He is holding a towel dipped in water. The towel is made of water and twisted into a thread and hitting people is no worse than hitting people with a stick.

The pole holds a brick that I picked from where I don’t know where.

After the two came up, they didn't talk nonsense. The brick in Feng Baner'er's hand came to Wang Lang's head, and the towel in Ma Jinhu's hand twisted into a stream and came towards Wang Lang's face.

Wang Lang reached out and grabbed the towel and pulled it into his arms, ignoring the brick that hit him.

The bricks were broken, Wang Lang was intact, and the rod was confused.

Wang Lang lifted his pants and had already taken the towel, and stepped on the bend of Ma Jinhu's legs. Ma Jinhu stepped forward and stuffed it into the shit pit again. The pole relied on his height to bully Wang Lang. Wang Lang didn't eat that at all. He was confused with one punch, grabbed the pole and stuffed it into Ma Jinhu's shit pit. The two people got stuck together. Wang Lang stuffed the towel into the mouth of the two people, pulled a lock of Ma Jinhu's clothes, and then tied the hands of the two people.

After clapping his hands and admiring his masterpiece, Wang Lang patted Ma Jinhu and Guan Dan'er's faces, "It's the day of reception in two days. I'm all poor people with dead straw mats. I heard that my two brothers have a lot of money to pay for me at that time."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Several young brothers who were venting the air at the toilet door only saw Wang Lang coming out, but did not see his boss. Several people rushed into the toilet after Wang Lang left.

The bullshits stretched their necks, and the few people looked unstable. They all understood that Wang Lang would definitely be beaten, but when they saw Wang Lang coming out safely, they were so happy, "What am I talking about? The boss is the boss, what are the things that Feng Daner and Ma Jinhu are."

The prison guards saw a group of people gathered in the toilet and rushed to see the situation. When they saw two people getting stuck in the shit pit, they walked away in disgust and told them to pull the person out and end the news in advance.

When Wang Lang went back, he met a middle-aged man wearing glasses. The middle-aged man had long hair more than ten centimeters, which stood out in the middle of a group of green skins. He was a little fat, had a beard on his chin, which was black and white. He looked very easy-going and felt very good at talking.

After hitting someone, Wang Lang nodded apologetically at the middle-aged man. The man also politely smiled Wang Lang and lowered his head to continue to wipe his glasses.

Next to the middle-aged man is a tall muscular man.

"Ma Jinhu and the newcomer were stuffed into the shit pit by this newcomer. This is the second time that Ma Jinhu has been stuffed into the shit pit by this newcomer." The man introduced to the middle-aged man who was wiping his glasses.

The middle-aged man slowly put on his glasses and looked at Wang Lang's back.

"I heard that I was wearing death rows when I came in, but I asked Lao Li. Lao Li said that he didn't know what crime this man committed, and there was no information at all. On the first day of coming, he ruined Heizi and Heizi's right-hand arm Lao Tianer, and he was still lying in the infirmary." The man introduced him again. For some reason, he felt that the man was well-informed and outrageous.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses had a glimmer of eyes, "No information? It's interesting, it's really interesting."

Everyone has already entered, and only the middle-aged and the macho are still standing here. The prison guards come over and don’t scold him, “Old Cao, it’s time to go back.”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned around and left, leaving a sentence for the macho before leaving, "Send someone to stare at this person."
Chapter completed!