Jing Muyan of the Medicine King Sect, whether you hurt or not, he still complains: "I thought I was an Ultraman! Ruthless Yu dared to be so close, and you would lie down without me. That’s it! Especially you! You’re so close, you don’t know if you fall back!" After speaking, he retaken Zorro’s, which caused the latter to have a ghost call.
"Okay, if you can go, go back by yourself. If you can't, let the cold wind blow here." Jing Muyan helped Feng bandage the stab wounds on his chest, even if the two of them left first. It's not that he is ruthless, both of them suffered skin trauma, and it was really fine. It's not happy for anyone in this cold weather to pull himself out of the quilt.
"Yin Wu was killed in battle, and he was raising a knife on his behalf." Mr. Liang received the intelligence. Since he was hit by the knife, he must be dead. On that knife, whether there was a detoxification or not, it was nothing else, it was the Qi Jue San that caused the death of the ghost golden sheep.
"Since Dai Juncai is dead, we will start selling coal tomorrow! Directly defeat Feng Si!" Mr. Liang muttered softly after reading the text message, but unexpectedly, the beauty beside him was not asleep.
Of course Bi Yuewu couldn't sleep. Mr. Liang had something in his mind, and he kept smoking at night, so he stayed asleep and fell asleep here. At this moment, I really waited for the shocking news! Mr. Liang wants to sell coal! As for Feng, Bi Yuewu didn't believe that he would just hang up like this. He is acting on behalf of the king.
At three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Liang hugged the beauty into a deep sleep, with a rare relaxed smile on his face. But the beauty in his arms was not sleepy. A message was sent to the principal just now. Now, he felt sorry for Jun Liang. I am a subordinate of Dai Junchuu, and I have to take relief of the world as my own responsibility, but I am also Liang Jun's woman. Why are there cruel multiple-choice questions left to women? The beauty was speechless, a drop of tears slipped down her cheeks.
Feng Siye was awakened by the housekeeper from his dream, and looked at his watch with sleepy eyes. It's only four hours later, what is Feng looking for? Feng Siye didn't complain, picked up a cold towel, washed his face, and went to see Feng in his pajamas. "What's the matter? Injured?" After all, he was born in poverty. Before he got close, Fourth Master Feng asked about the smell of blood on Feng's body.
"I just encountered Mr. Liang's homicide. Mr. Liang probably thought that I was already dead." Feng's wound was painful, and he covered his chest with one hand, and even laughed.
Of course he has to laugh, although the laughter is always bitter. I finally seized the first opportunity to seriously hurt Mr. Liang, how could he not laugh? Although, this opportunity was exchanged for the life of the brother, the life of the ghost golden sheep.
The innocuous knife wound was painted with the poison "Qijue San", which is the most powerful poison in Mr. Liang's hand. It is a pity that the poisonous boy killed the ghost golden sheep with this poison, and later upheld his last wish. Jing Muya dissected the corpse of the ghost sheep, analyzed the toxin formula, and developed an antidote. Although this Qijuesan is highly toxic, it has one drawback, that is, lifelong immunity. After all, it is actually a biological protein toxin. Jing Muyan discovered this when he prepared the antidote, so he let everyone be poisoned first and then detoxified, directly immune to this kind of no detoxifying poison. The ghost doctor’s sacrifice came in exchange for a chance of winning. Feng was always melancholy thinking of this. For his own wishes and to defeat Mr. Liang, how many great men would die here
"Feng Siye, we sell coal!" Feng said every word.
"Okay, when?" Feng Siye finally waited for this day, and his heart was also excited. Below is his main battlefield.
"Now! After dawn, Mr. Liang will sell coal!" Feng must be ahead of Mr. Liang.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away. Brother Feng will go to heal his injuries. Don't worry, I will let Thief Liang wake up and see a coal price that drives him crazy!"
"Please. This opportunity is exchanged for the blood of many people. We can only win!" Feng bowed deeply, the wounds on his chest burst open, and the blood came out again, but he didn't care. The trust of Feng Siye, the support of the brothers, and the heroes who died!
"Everyone will get me up! Sell coal! Remember, 700 a ton! That's right, it is 700! Make money? What kind of money is made! I just want to be fast! The man is gone and the mine is gone. What can I do to make money!" Feng Siye hissed at the other end of the phone. Many people have not seen such impulsive Feng Siye for many years, as if the uneven stick of the year began to dance again!
Siye Feng is also full of passion, for so many years, he has not been so excited! The bow before Dai Junchou left, ignited the passion that had been suppressed in his heart for many years, and melted the layers of ice that wrapped that ambition! For the miners, for the justice in my heart, for the world, for myself, I have to fight!
The coal price of 1,100 per ton fell instantly to 700 per ton. Everyone, despite the severe cold in the middle of the winter night, seemed crazy, everyone was buying coal. The coal stands of the power plants, the coal stations of the steel mills, and the coal silos of the coking plants. One by one, big companies pulled the coal that Siye Feng had prepared at their doorstep into the warehouse, and then refreshed the coal price of 700 per ton on that day. Feng Siye recovered a large sum of money, worked overtime, and started coal mine production. "Double the salary, brothers will do it for me!" The enthusiasm of the miners has already been ignited, so all the coal mines began to overload production before dawn.
The coal mines that pretended to be in Mr. Liang's mines disappeared without a trace. The coal in their hands was sold at a low price. That was a decisive decision. There was no hesitation at all. They waited too long for the sake of their past. Brothers, the eldest brothers of the past, they also made a contribution! Moreover, for these old men over fifty, it is a shame to do things slower than others and less than others! Can only be more than less! The world is moral and righteous, I have my responsibility!
When Mr. Liang recovered from the morning sun, he had discovered that the market was out of his control. More than 100 billion! More than a thousand... billion! I lost 30% overnight. No one can bear it. "Give me the money back! Give me the money back!" Mr. Liang grabbed the tea cup and threw it on the ground. He was unwilling to push the whole coffee table to the ground, the broken glass slag. "Housekeeper, housekeeper! Tell me what's going on!" Mr. Liang yelled at the housekeeper, grabbing the housekeeper's collar with both hands and asking loudly.
"Sir, sir, but maybe you failed to kill Dai Junchoi yesterday, and he was surprised by your movements." The butler can only tell the truth, and based on the information he just got, Dai Junchoi is indeed not dead, it's okay. Selling books in bookstores. But these, how dare you tell this angry tyrant now