"Okay, I still have things to deal with here. You guys go to the back and take a look. It's up to you when you start working!" Yi Feng said lightly.
"yes."
The three of them nodded respectfully and gratefully, scrambled to take the thing they dreamed of, hugged it tightly in their arms, and then walked towards the back of the martial arts hall.
Seeing these three people leaving, Yi Feng turned his attention to Lu Dasheng again.
His brows furrowed tightly.
Although he is usually generous, he is not necessarily an honest person. He will never let go of someone who is just looking to cause trouble.
As Yi Feng frowned, Lu Dasheng suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming towards him, making him unable to lift even half of his strength.
In his opinion, this kind of pressure is more terrifying than the black-robed man at Yi Feng's feet. It may not be so direct, but this kind of pressure seems to be innate, and it is like the kind of cross-dimensional suppression.
!
For a moment, he was lying on the ground, not daring to move.
"Tell me, what are you here for?" Yi Feng said in a deep voice.
"I, I, I, I..."
Lu Dasheng's face was ugly, and when he was stammering, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said quickly: "Sir, I also heard others say that your land needs to be reclaimed, so I am also the one who came to ask you if you want to do something.
"
"Are you here to find work too?" Yi Feng looked at Lu Dasheng and asked dubiously.
"Yes, I'm really here to do something!" Lu Dasheng saw that Yi Feng seemed to believe his words, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and quickly said sincerely: "I am really here to do something, you must do it
Believe me, I like to joke, and I was just joking with you just now."
Seeing Lu Dasheng's sincere look, Yi Feng actually believed it.
Although this statement seems a bit crazy and unreliable, he has indeed told many neighbors about this before. It is not easy for the lower-class people to survive these days. In order to make a living, they will hear that something is going on.
Isn't it just a scalp injury?
What's more, he is such a good boss?
Thinking about it more carefully, Yi Feng couldn't imagine that this man had anything to do with him. It seemed unreasonable to say that he was here to cause trouble.
"Then since you are here to do something, stop kneeling on the ground." Yi Feng looked at him and said, "But in the future, it is best not to make such jokes that arouse suspicion."
"Yes Yes Yes."
After hearing what Yifeng said, Lu Dasheng quickly climbed up from the ground, showing an expression of relief.
At the same time, he thought of the opportunity of the three martial arts masters just now. His eyes suddenly flashed, and a calculation appeared in his heart, so he quickly said: "Sir, I was just as hasty as those three when I came, and I didn't bring anything with me. Do you think?
"
"I do have the stuff here, but as you can see, there are already people working to open up the wasteland. If there is a real shortage of people, there is only one special job left to do. Are you sure you can do it?" Yi
Feng looked Lu Dasheng up and down and said.
"You can do it, you can do it, you can do any job."
Lu Dasheng said hurriedly, especially when he heard Yi Feng say that he would give the things directly, he became even more urgent.
At the same time, there was also a hint of pride in my heart.
Life is really ever-changing, and you never know what will happen at the next moment, and I, Lu Dasheng, am worthy of being the number one alchemist in Nansha, and I can even be called a strategist!
You see, not only has the crisis in front of you been solved, but you may also be able to get a good opportunity from this person!
Holy product, that is a holy product!
Compared to this holy treasure, the two storage rings he lost are nothing!
When he thought of this, Lu Dasheng was so happy that he couldn't help shouting 666 for his resourcefulness!
"Sir, please tell me quickly what you plan to arrange for me to do. I can't wait." Lu Dasheng said with anticipation. In front of the holy treasure, he even forgot about the person in front of him and the corner.
How terrifying is that one?
"Picking shit, okay?"
After pondering slightly, Yi Feng looked at Lu Dasheng and asked.
"Pick, shit?"
Lu Dasheng, who had been impatient just now, was stunned when he heard these two words.