Eight hundred and twentieth nine chapters pig kidney
The purpose of talking to Madman Zhao this time is to poke this silly dog up the wall.
And in this process, flattery is unavoidable. Of course, Yang Xuan and Long Xiaoman would not stoop down to act with someone who picks the waist of a pig.
Moreover, this person must not only be thick-skinned, but also have high emotional intelligence. After all, there is no more suitable candidate than Weasel.
Weasel himself was also very interested in this role, and he started to get into the act before he even went upstairs.
"Okay, okay, Brother Huang, Mr. Huang, from now on, we will be your followers, okay."
Ye Wuji couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't know what kind of stuff the weasel was carrying in his head all day long.
Weasel frowned, "Yeah, in addition to my followers, you also have to be my bodyguards. If I encounter danger later, you have to help me take care of this."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door with his head held high.
When he arrived at the elevator door, Weasel folded his hands on his chest and stood motionless at the door.
Long Xiaoman frowned and said, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you press the button?"
"Ahem——"
Weasel coughed twice, Long Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, okay, how can you trouble Brother Huang with this kind of thing? I'll give it to you."
The three of them just walked all the way to the floor where Madman Zhao was.
"Stop, what are you doing!"
It should be said that although Madman Zhao runs a regular company and works in a regular place, his core is still a gangster.
So as soon as the three of them stepped out of the elevator door, several people came over to question them.
"hehe!"
Weasel looked at the few people and smiled coldly, then said in a strange tone to them, "Are you sure you want to know who I am?"
Several people were confused by the weasel's expression.
Before anyone could react, Weasel added, "It's okay if you want to know. I can tell you my identity now, but you just don't regret it then."
Several people were stunned on the spot. Weasel narrowed his eyes slightly and raised an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform Brother Zhao."
One of them was finally defeated by Weasel's attitude and hurriedly went to report to Madman Zhao.
After a while, the man came back and said respectfully to the weasel, "Brother Zhao invites you."
"Lead the way!"
Weasel waved his hand gently, and several bodyguards opened the way ahead.
Yang Xuan and Long Xiaoman behind them couldn't help but give Weasel a thumbs up, and had to admire Weasel's high emotional intelligence.
The little hand just now seemed to be showing off, but in fact... it was actually showing off, but it was done to a level of perfection with no flaws.
Not to mention those bodyguards, even if Yang Xuan met such a person, he would probably have to weigh the weight in his heart.
The few words he said were very imaginative, and coupled with the weasel's expression, God knows what kind of powerful background this kid has.
"Brother Zhao, people are here."
The bodyguards led Weasel and the others into Crazy Zhao's office.
Before Madman Zhao could speak, Weasel waved his hands to several bodyguards and said, "You guys go out first and guard at the door. You, Mr. Zhao, and I have something very important to talk about. If even a word of this matter is leaked, you guys will
All must die!"
The bodyguards were so fooled by the weasel that they unexpectedly listened to the weasel's instructions and hurriedly ran outside to guard the door.
"Who are you, and why are you ordering my people?"
Crazy Zhao looked a little unhappy.
"Don't worry about who I am!"
Weasel raised his hand and said, "If you must know my identity, I can tell you one of my identities first."
"You can understand it this way. Have you ever heard of a money-giving boy? The one who specializes in giving money to people."
"And I am your noble person who brings blessings. I am the noble person who came specially to bring you blessings!"
"ah?"
Crazy Zhao looked confused, "What kind of blessing did you bring me? Pork kidneys?"
"I……."
Crazy Zhao's incredible answer almost made Weasel overturn on the spot.
Fortunately, he had experienced many battles in the world of pretense and quickly recovered, "What I give you is the supreme glory and endless glory and wealth. With just one word from you, all the small vendors in the South
, I have to hand over the pig kidneys to bring you the honor!"
It has to be said that Weasel is a person with extremely high emotional intelligence, and he is particularly good at getting to the point.
If you just talk to Crazy Zhao about power, wealth, wealth, etc., Crazy Zhao may not be able to understand it based on his understanding.
So Weasel specifically used pig kidneys, which Crazy Zhao is most familiar with, as an example, and Crazy Zhao understood it instantly.
"What is the name of this brother?"
Sure enough, after Madman Zhao heard the words "pork kidney", his expression changed obviously.
"Nanjiang, Huang Mo Xuan."
Weasel smiled and answered that the word Mo Xuan was the one he named himself a while ago.
The reason is that one day he accidentally saw a book, which was full of modern poems. When Weasel saw it, he was instantly enlightened.
He tried to imitate Li Taibai's routine several times and finally failed. Not to mention the content, just a rhyme could make him look up the dictionary all night long.
He has always been troubled by this matter. He firmly believes that he is a talented and knowledgeable man, but why can't he write anything?
It wasn't until he saw the modern poetry collection that he discovered that poetry could be written like this, by dividing a sentimental prose sentence by sentence and writing it vertically.
So Weasel wrote countless modern poems within a week.
After finishing writing, I felt that it would be irresponsible to future generations of literati if these masterpieces of his were not published and passed down to future generations.
Then Weasel found the publisher with his poems.
The publisher said it could publish it, but it would have to be financed at its own expense.
Weasel was so excited that he immediately decided to print one million copies, and the payment was settled on the spot.
The publishing house was overjoyed. Anyone could self-publish a book like this, and it would be a huge profit for them.
So a large group of people gathered around Weasel, the God of Wealth, and the editor in charge of publishing saw the signature and kindly reminded him that he could choose a more elegant name.
A fantasy novel he had read recently popped up in Weasel's mind. In it, there was a sect leader named Li Moxuan.
He thought the name was awesome at the time, so he named himself Huang Moxuan.
Weasel is probably the only one among the gangsters who has published a book.
In his words, being a writer is his main identity. As for being in the world, it is just to experience life.
"Oh, Brother Huang, sit down, come and make some tea!"
Madman Zhao was particularly polite to the weasel because the three words "pig kidney" were of great significance to him.
"Well, Brother Huang, you just said that you have a way to put all the pork kidneys in the south under my control?"
Madman Zhao asked impatiently, as if he had already seen countless pig kidneys flying towards him like raindrops.