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Mr. Turtle's eyes lit up, and he immediately knocked his head on the ground: "You are too polite, the chief executive. I don't dare to ask for any rewards. If there is any problem in the future, the chief executive can just say more."
Mr. Gui lifted his head up as he spoke, and was about to express his fistful heart again.
As a result, when he looked up, he saw Mo Ju holding a ghost-headed sword, raising the blade above his head, and staring at him coldly.
"Idiot, I was almost killed by you!"
As soon as Mo Ju's voice fell, the big knife slashed down head-on, like cutting watermelon, splitting Gui Gong's head and body in half.
Blood, intestines, spilled all over the ground in an instant.
But after doing this, Mo Ju seemed still not relieved, and told the people behind him: "Crush it and make buns, feed the dogs."
Wiping the blood off his hands casually, Mo Ju turned his head and stared at the several assistants behind him: "Recently, when you go back, you let those idiots do some training, are they all pig brains? I don't want to see such idiots again, Next time I meet, all of them will sit together!"
Just kidding, Mr. Gui didn't even know who he was receiving, so he dared to answer in one go, and return the theme of the cook? ? ?
Do you really want to kill them all?
After scolding, Mo Ju's anger disappeared, and he turned around and said, "I'll take care of this guest, get out."
After Mo Ju finished speaking, after thinking about it, she still walked to the room, intending to confirm again.
On the other side, Zhao Ke was waiting left and right in the room, feeling extremely impatient in his heart, but at this moment, Zhao Ke picked up the newspaper and took a closer look.
Immediately, a bright light appeared in his eyes, and he saw a line of golden characters branded on the largest headline of the newspaper.
"Golden Medicine Steamed Buns, available on the market, priced at 70 points, limited supply! "
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I remember last time, Smoking Gun said that it is not uncommon to buy a medicine at a sky-high price.
Because there is a postman, he can use his own ability to copy medicines and sell them at a lower price after copying, which is equal to a steady stream of wealth.
Now the Golden Medicine Steamed Bun, it can be regarded as allowing Zhao Ke to witness this process with his own eyes.
only……
Having personally tasted the Golden Herbal Steamed Buns blessed with great tonic angelica, Zhao Ke knew exactly what it was like.
It's like a person with kidney deficiency, who swallowed a hundred Viagra tablets + two bottles of stimulants in one go, guaranteed to be really crazy.
The selling price is 70 postage cents.
It's definitely not cheap, low-level postmen basically don't think about it, mid-level postal albums may buy one or two critical moments to save lives.
But the question is?Can this thing really save lives? ?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but chuckled inwardly. I'm afraid it won't be long. If someone eats this stuff and comes back to reality alive, the pharmacy will probably be smashed.
However, Ke Zhao took a closer look at the newspaper and was startled when he saw the sales figures of the day.
He said in his heart: "Hey, I can't blame me for this incident. If you survive, don't come to seek my bad luck."
"Bang bang bang..."
At this time, the door was gently pushed open, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, he quickly put down the newspaper, and stood up from the chair.
Just seeing that the person who came was not the cook I was looking for, I felt a burst of disappointment in my heart.
Taking a closer look, the woman in front of her looks quite familiar, isn't it the one from last time... Zhao Ke doesn't even remember what it was called.
But this woman is destined to be with him, the female white-collar worker who entered the horror space for the first time.
At this moment, it seems that they are doing well here.
It can only be said that sometimes a person's luck is really important. At that time, her tendons and tendons were picked off by herself, and her tongue was cut off.
In the end, he finished the main task while lying down inexplicably.
"Hello, guest. I'm the person in charge of this floor. I heard that you plan to find a cook. Do you have any questions?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ke shook his head: "No problem, why can't I find her?"
"No, that cook is a chef we specially invited and is not subject to any instructions from the Red Smoke Restaurant. If you need it, I can arrange a better girl for you."
The implication of Mo Ju's words, in simple terms, is that she is a cook, not a girl in the Red Smoke Restaurant, so she doesn't sell it.
Although he was rejected, Zhao Ke felt a lot more relieved when he heard this sentence.
I thought to myself: "It seems that my teacher's wife is still reliable."
It's reliable, but the question is, how can I meet her?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ke suddenly kicked the table away, pretending to be angry and said: "I want to complain, this cook was the last time the cook died for her husband's death. Crisp obituary wish sincerely familiar with arsenic sac collapse [-] yttrium collapse Hong League falcon hammer axillary turtle Huai �
Since it was impossible to see him normally, Zhao Ke had no choice but to change his method.
Regardless of whether the cook is his mistress or not, Zhao Ke was amazed by her cooking skills, and even felt that the other party's cooking skills were obviously superior to his own.
The more powerful a chef is, the more he values his own work, because he pours his own hard work into it, and he is like his own child, and he will never allow it to be tarnished.
Zhao Ke can't believe it, so the other party still doesn't come out.
After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he crossed Erlang's legs carelessly, thinking about his current expression, but the other party couldn't see it.
Simply pick up a piece of 4A paper on the side, draw an angry expression on it, and stick it on your face.
(╬▔へ▔): "Please pay attention to the expression on my face, I'm not happy!"
Mo Ju heard the whole story, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
Not because of Zhao Ke, but because of what Zhao Ke complained about.
Rubbish?Bad review?nausea? ?
Does she dare to answer these words? ?
But Mo Ju can probably be sure of the identity of the person in front of her.
Because from the beginning to the end, the number of times that Grandma Hong has been able to cook for others is one of the few.
As long as you use your brain, you can guess.
Mo Ju felt bitter for a moment, and said in her heart: "You are the uncle, you can say whatever you want, I'll just interject, don't you want to die?"
Granny Hong pays close attention to this guy, who knows why.