The Salted Fish Life of a Superman

Chapter 112 Double-standard dog

Xiao Qi was dumbfounded when he heard that, and wailed: "Boss! You can't sell me! Woooooo."

Brother Feng sneered, and said disdainfully, "You're joking, why would I want his head? You can't exchange the head for money if you take it back."

Future asked impatiently: "Then what do you want?"

"These days, the boss is very strict. We all have to obey the law." Brother Feng rubbed his fingers and said with a smile, "The easiest way is to lose money. The boss's watch is a 60 Patek Philippe. He stole it. Ten times the compensation, you can pay 600 million."

Future yelled: "Your mother is dead, I can burn 600 million paper money for your mother, no problem."

Brother Feng's face sank immediately, killing intent appeared in his eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice: "What did you say?"

"I say."

"Dingling." Without warning, Future's phone rang.

Frowning in the future, he took out his phone and looked at it. It was Jiang Yunhu's call. He picked it up, not at all happy: "Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yunhu's humble voice came: "Hey, teacher, I miss you so much."

"Oh, then go ahead and think about it, goodbye."

"Don't, don't, don't hang up first, teacher, I have a problem that I can't solve, and I want to ask you for advice."

The future has already discovered with clairvoyance that Jiang Yunhu is in the dormitory at this time, surrounded by a group of classmates, there must be some conspiracy, he said calmly: "I am currently suspended, and I have no obligation to answer your questions."

"It's okay, it's just a small problem, and it will be fine soon."

"Now it's my private break time. According to the burden reduction regulations of the higher authorities, except from 8:30 am to 21:30 pm, teachers are not allowed to give students any form of make-up lessons or answer questions during the rest of the break time, otherwise they will be punished."

Jiang Yunhu's tone became dissatisfied: "Then I can't solve a problem now, what should I do?"

Future said lightly: "I should resume my job tomorrow, you can ask me questions after class."

Jiang Yunhu was a little anxious: "Future! You must answer my questions today, otherwise I will report you to the teaching office!"

"Then your mother will increase the price of groceries tomorrow, bye." Future pressed the phone.

Put the phone away, looked at Brother Feng in the future, and asked coldly, "Where did you just talk?"

One of the things that Brother Feng hated most in his life was to be interrupted when he was talking. At this time, his face was covered with frost and he said coldly: "You just said..."

"Beep! The little angel is calling~" Future's mobile phone rang again, and it was a special ringtone that was so boring that the teeth were greasy. This kind of ringtone was often bound to a designated number.

Hearing the ringtone, the impatient look on Future's face melted away, and he immediately put on a warm smile, picked up the phone and said softly, "Hey, Xiao Tang, good evening~ What's the matter?"

Sandang's soft voice came from the other end of the phone: "Well, teacher, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't bother you so late. But I encountered a problem in my late self-study, and I have been thinking about it. If I can't write it , may not be able to sleep."

Future immediately said with concern: "Oh! This is not good. You are still growing your body. Sufficient sleep is very important! Come on, which question? I will teach you now."

"This question is like this" Sasuke began to state the question.

"Oh~ this question, this is indeed the most difficult question in today's homework, come on, let me tell you from the beginning." Future plausibly began to talk about the prototype of this question, the knowledge of the design, the thinking of solving the problem, and The derivative question types that may appear in the future, just like this in front of everyone, talked for a full 15 minutes.

After listening to it, Granose suddenly realized: "So that's the case, I understand! Thank you teacher~ By the way, teacher, what time is your working time? Let me make a note, and I will never disturb you during your rest time in the future."

Future said boldly: "My working hours are from 0:24 to 365:[-] every day, [-] days a year without a break. You can call me at any time. I have set your mobile number as special attention."

"0 o'clock. 24 o'clock. Huh?" Sandang muttered cutely, "Anyway, I will write it down. Thank you, teacher, for disturbing you today! By the way, the students said that you are on vacation today, when will you come back?" Yeah? I miss you so much, today's substitute teacher's class is so boring, I almost fell asleep listening to it."

Listening to this honey-sweet voice, Mirai just felt his heart melted: "Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow, when the teacher invites you to come on stage and recite, okay?"

"Okay~ Then I won't bother you, the teacher should go to bed early. Good night, see you tomorrow~"

"Good night, little sugar, see you tomorrow, haha~"

Hanging up the phone in the future, his face collapsed again, he looked at Brother Feng and said coldly, "Where did you just talk?"

Everyone looked at each other, maybe this is the legendary double-standard dog?

Brother Feng's face turns red and turns pale. He is dressed in a black windbreaker. He is nicknamed "Black Whirlwind". Even the boss of the group dare not interrupt him, let alone make a 15-minute phone call in front of him. , What the hell is a 15-minute Chinese class!

Brother Feng's face was as gloomy as water, and he said coldly: "You just said that my mother is dead."

Future said calmly: "Yes, your mother is dead, and your father is attending her mourning hall, drinking while celebrating your mother's death."

The atmosphere quickly dropped to freezing point, and Brother Feng was already on the verge of an out-of-control explosion. He said with a grim face, "My mother is alive and well."

Future patted his head: "Oh, then I misremembered, it should be your father died."

Swallow your breath!

Bear with it! !

fed up! ! !

Brother Feng drew out his knife and pointed at the future, and yelled like a mad dog: "Kill him!!!!"

An imperceptible ripple flashed in the eyes of the future
Brother Feng was just about to go into battle and end Future's life with his own hands, when he suddenly felt that Tianling Gai had been hit hard, and he staggered forward.

Brother Feng touched his head, it was warm, and when he looked again, his hands were covered with blood.

Brother Feng looked behind him in astonishment, a younger brother was holding a blood-stained iron rod in his hand.

Style round stared and asked: "What are you doing?"

The little brother was silent for a long time, and suddenly danced and shouted: "My giao! My giao!! Give me a giaogiao!!!"

"Bang~" Another stick came towards him, Brother Feng never thought that he would be attacked by his younger brother, he couldn't dodge in time, and his two front teeth were blown away.

Brother Feng covered his leaky mouth and hissed, "Are you crazy?!"

Brother Feng thought that there was a second or fifth child on his side, but who knows, as soon as he finished speaking, something incomprehensible happened.

The younger brothers held iron rods, and inexplicably started to fight each other, you hit me, I hit you, as if you met someone who killed your father and enemy, they beat and scolded, the scene was chaotic.

Brother Feng dodged the third stick, and shouted through his teeth, "What kind of plane are you doing?!"

"Hey! Give me a stick from my grandson!" The younger brother danced with the iron rod like a Monkey King, chasing Brother Feng and beating him violently.

At this time, the people on Xiaoqi's side were also dumbfounded. Why did such a good person start fighting among themselves?

Only Xiaoqi knows that this is not an internal strife, but the boss showing off his power!
(End of this chapter)