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Chapter 1589: The Second Dou Fan Yinchun

"Sir, why not let Zhuang Keren manage these computers? Every month, give a subsidy of 100 yuan?"

The captain spoke.

The director is a tall and fat middle-aged man. He looks like an uncle when he is in a good mood, and looks like a villain when he is in a bad attitude. He glances at me, waves his hand and said generously:

"No problem. Uh, Hehehe has grown up too, the training fee is 100 per month. Let the kitchen eat more."

I stood upright (all the detention guards outside the detention center armed police must also be as fixed and marching as military training. Although I was exceptional, I learned quickly and made up for all those who were under military training). Sweat.

Does this world and this logic mean that you can use it as long as you have the ability? I don’t know how many things happen if you have a computer, but this kind of certainty is that the chicken is frozen!

One hundred yuan plus one hundred, that is 200 a month, and two hundred a month for food and accommodation. The workload is unknown. Isn’t it? It’s very satisfying? This is probably the highest treatment I have ever experienced when I entered society.

Well, it's better than it once, no matter if it's in jail in the detention center, just step by step.

It seems that I have to work harder and learn more knowledge and skills, and do whatever I encounter in the future. I am confident! The future is bright and I am in a good mood! I straighten my chest, salute, and report:

"Hehe, go play with uncle! Director, I need a second computer magazine. I guarantee that in one month I will teach three computers more than I do."

The room is calm and quiet.

Turning my head, I quickly ran away.

The captain reacted first, stood behind me and ran away, blocking the rain of bullets behind me.

Liu Sir was not slow either. Before the director came to his senses, he rushed out and pulled me to the female prison.

"Hahaha!"

Then two female prison guards couldn't hold it in, leaned against the wall and pointed at me and laughed out loudly,

"Makeup, makeup is lovely. I haven't been angry with the director for a long time. You are so cruel! The director is so angry that he wants to vomit blood hahaha."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her: Is there any problem? I am very innocent?

The captain patted my head and laughed:

"Little girl is still pretending. Hahaha, I'm so brave. I'm going to scold you."

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