NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29 Don’t I want to lose face?
Zhang Fan is indeed a person who wants to make progress at all times.
We have all arrived in this field, and we still want to become a master.
He stood up immediately, patted his chest and promised everyone.
"Everyone, come with me and meet me that week. His sister is my fiancée."
"If I come forward, he will not dare to hide those materials secretly."
"Let's go! Let's go together. If he dares not to give me anything, I will drag him out and chop him up." The crowd was furious and walked towards Zhou Xun's villa with various tools.
Zhou Xun stood in front of the large French window on the third floor, wearing only a pair of shorts.
I am leisurely preparing to watch a good show.
But as I looked at it, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have become the protagonist of this scene.
"Hey, don't tell me, they all came together, the only difference is Ye Ming and Gao Yao."
Zhou Xun looked at the guys downstairs. They had all eaten his own flesh in the previous life.
Compared with the rich and powerful people in this community, they are little Karami. In the last life, Zhou Xun wanted to compare with them and they were even smaller Karami.
The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish eats the shrimp. But Zhou Xun, the shrimp, is no longer the little shrimp he used to be.
But in their eyes, the little shrimp Zhou Xun just suddenly grew two large pincers and turned into a fatter and more delicious shrimp.
As the leader, Zhang Fan is quite impressive.
Although the temperature outside is currently minus 70 degrees, he wears a modified executive jacket over his down jacket.
With his hands behind his back and his head leading the way, he looked like a big leader surrounded by a group of people, supervising and guiding the work.
After all, Zhang Fan's Taoist heart is extremely strong.
The end of the world is not terrible, but losing the iron rice bowl is the most terrible thing.
If you don’t have an iron rice bowl, then you have to create one by yourself, so getting supplies from Zhou Xun is Zhang Fan’s first performance.
As long as this thing is done beautifully, there will be no need to worry about no one following him and listening to his command.
Standing at the door of Zhou Xun's villa, Zhang Fan cleared his throat.
After shaking hands, he felt something was missing. It would be appropriate for someone to hand him a loudspeaker at this time.
However, the conditions are difficult and we can only make do with it.
"Zhou Xun, have you taken the supplies in the warehouse?"
"I'll give you 10 minutes to hand over all the supplies, otherwise I will write a document and report it to the whole community to criticize you!"
"As long as you hand it over, this matter can be forgotten.\
,""If you persist in your stubbornness, you have to consider the consequences. I want to reconsider whether to marry your sister or not."
After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he was full of confidence. After all, reporting criticism was an extremely severe punishment in his mind.
Zhou Xun didn't dare to be disobedient. After all, his sister loved him so much and he was a doting girl.
"Get out of here, there's something wrong with your brain!" A young man with yellow hair stood out from the crowd and kicked Zhang Fan away.
"How long have you been talking to me about this nonsense?"
"It's just a bad idea, it's a brain problem."
"Stop talking nonsense, copycats, just break down the door."
This young man with yellow hair, named Wang Yaowen, is a famous Internet celebrity.
The villa in Happy Garden was built by him time and time again with his hands.
After he became famous and the popularity was gone, he immediately changed his career, became a master, and recruited a group of subordinates.
He broadcasts live broadcasts in his villa all day long to shake up society, but unexpectedly it became popular again.
After entering the live PK to bring goods, you can make a lot of money.
As long as the flowers are shaken well, girls will be indispensable.
Among the dozen or so disciples that Wang Yaowen has accepted, little girls account for more than half.
Young people, full of energy, all wearing simple cotton-padded clothes, fighting against the cold.
Wang Yaowen took the lead in the charge and kicked Zhou Xun's cast iron door.
"Damn it, this guy poured cement into the door. It's so hard."
"You idiot, you ruined my favorite Chelsea, which was approved by my ancestor. You must pay for it."
"Go back and get these guys and pry open the door for me!"
A dozen energetic young men and young ladies immediately ran towards Wang Yaowen's villa.
After a while, everyone had something in their hands and turned back, shouting and cursing.
When the other residents saw this posture, they were a little scared, fearing that they would suffer an unreasonable disaster.
They all went back to their homes, preparing to watch a good show, and then come out to distribute supplies when the dust settled.
After Zhang Fan was kicked aside, he had already escaped.
Before leaving, he glanced hatefully at Zhou Xun who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Open the door!"
"If you dare to damage Brother Wen's shoes, you will be in trouble with our ancestor."
"You must kowtow in front of the ancestor's tablet and confess your sins, and open the door for me!"
This group of spirited young men and girls were using the iron rods and tripods they brought to smash Zhou Xun's door.
If they want to break in, they must first rob the supplies, and then make Zhou Xun pay the corresponding price for their faith.
After all, as society has developed over the years, the teacher lines are of the same origin.
In their hearts, the master who created the shaker in the 1920s is God.
Zhou Xun stood upstairs in his underwear, watching them quietly without panicking at all.
Hot water is boiling on the stove. Today is the New Year, and Zhou Xun is preparing to eat dumplings to celebrate.
They were tired of smashing, and they were sweating all over in such a cold temperature.
It can be seen that they all used their full strength.
But when they saw Zhou Xun's door, everyone was dumbfounded.
The door looked in tatters, and the plastic shell on the surface had been torn to pieces by them.
But there were only a few small white spots left on the steel plate inside.
Not to mention it's broken, there's not even a crack that can fit a hair inside.
These spirited young men and young ladies took a deep breath.
"This is a door that's harder than a bastard's shell. No matter how hard you break it, you won't be able to break it open even in the years of monkeys and horses."
"How this guy came up with the idea of installing such a door is just a pervert."
Wang Yaowen also saw the secret. This was a precautionary measure. He did this because he expected the end of the world to come. No wonder he felt confident.
However, the villa doesn't have legs, Zhou Xun can't run away, and there is only one person, so there is always a way for him to open the door by himself.
"Okay, you're good, let's see!"
Wang Yaowen gestured with his fist at Zhou Xun in front of the window.
He is going back with a group of disciples.
Zhou Xun saw them leaving like this, how could that be possible?
His door was knocked down for no reason, and he didn't even say a word, so where would he put his face?
Open the window and shout to Wang Yaowen.
"Hey, your name is Wang...Wang, what are you doing?"
"Forget it, I'll call you Xiao Wang from now on."
"You come and leave as you please without giving me an explanation. Is this okay?"
"You all stand in formation now and give me a wave, and I won't pursue this matter."
"If you shake it well, there will be rewards."
Zhou Xun was holding the cooked dumplings, one garlic dumpling at a time, and the taste was sweet.
The aroma of dumplings stuffed with pure mutton wafted everywhere, and several little girls were so greedy that they cried.
They had been eating boiled rice for four or five days and were so hungry that the airport almost turned into a basin.
"Brother Wen, these are dumplings."
"Brother Wen, how about we shake it for a while?"
"Brother Wen, shake it, my ancestor said, as long as there is an audience, there is a stage wherever you go."
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Wang Yaowen looked at the dumplings held by Zhou Xun, his eyes burning.
His stomach was churning, sour water rushed into his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully.
What those girls said just now were all lies he brainwashed them with.
Otherwise, how can you tie them to yourself and make money for yourself?
In the past, you could be shameless if you didn't have money, but now that you have money, you have to earn back your face.
Zhou Xun was exposing his scars nakedly. How could Wang Yaowen do as he wished?