Chapter 1749 Called Boss

In fact, Wang Qianqiu also likes to make noises. When he saw Gao Qiang standing there, he said, "Gao Qiang, your boss said that he can beat you more than a hundred times."

Anyway, you are Feng Jun’s deputy, so joking to this extent shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

The corner of Gao Qiang's mouth twitched, and a strange expression appeared on his face, "Boss... he prefers to be humble, don't take him seriously."

"You definitely can't take it seriously," Cao Rui said with a smile. He is also a person who likes to exercise. "I think, Brother Gao, you have been a soldier, right?"

"Yes," Gao Qiang nodded and silently added three words in his mind: special forces.

"Then he can beat more than a hundred of you?" Cao Rui raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "I just used a pile of people to lay him down. I never believe that there are hundreds of enemies. One hundred of you... Can you beat Tyson?"

Gao Qiang actually agreed with Cao Rui's words. He was learning killing skills. It didn't take a hundred of him, but ten of him would be sure to kill Tyson. The key was how many people he could survive.

But compared with Feng Jun... that's just a different power system, okay?

However, there were some words that he couldn't say clearly, so he could only laugh dryly, "Then you have to be able to suppress him, right?"

"Huh?" Cao Rui became interested. When he was in school, he and Feng Jun also practiced Sanda for a few days, just for fun. Anyway, he won about half of the time, and he felt that he won more often than not.

Hearing that Feng Jun's body skills were good now, he became interested, "Why don't Boss Feng... come and push me?"

Feng Jundan smiled without saying a word - I'll push hands with you, and if my identity is exposed in the future, others won't know how to laugh at me.

Gao Qiang knows how to handle things, he said with a smile, "There will be a Dragon Gate Conference in Maoshan in a few days, which is considered a martial arts competition. If you want to find someone to promote, there are many masters there."

Cao Rui raised his eyebrows, obviously a little tempted, but finally sighed, "Forget it, when I was in school, I just left as soon as I said it, but now I can't. I have to make money every month to pay off the mortgage."

As he spoke like this, the sky began to darken, and the spotlights in the courtyard were turned on. Cold dishes began to be served on two large tables for ten people in the courtyard. Feng Jun led the students to sit down, and at the other table His disciples and women.

All four male disciples were present, including King Chen Sheng, and there were five. The female disciples were Sister Hong, Hao Jingjing, Gu Jiahui, Yu Qingzhu, and Li Shishi. There was a small table next to them, including Liu Yuting, Liang Siyu et al.

However, Feng Jun's table ate slowly, and the other two tables were in a state of chaos. The battle was resolved in forty minutes, but Feng Jun and the others had not even received the hot dishes, let alone the staple food.

Baina took a careful look and said, "Their dishes are a bit short. Is this... appropriate?"

"It's very appropriate," Feng Jun laughed, "We drink and they eat, so everyone's needs are different."

What he didn't say was that the food on Gazi's table was actually several times more expensive than this one - the food on that table basically had spiritual energy, and Feng Jun was actually very willing to spend money on cultivation resources.

As for the classmates' table, there weren't many food with spiritual energy. It wasn't that he was reluctant to spend money, but that they simply couldn't bear too much spiritual energy - it might not kill anyone, but it would definitely trigger a violent reaction.

The people at the two tables left directly after eating. Because Feng Jun did not introduce everyone, the students knew only a few people. Everyone left when they saw him. Zhang Guofeng plucked up the courage to ask, "Boss, is Director Yang not here?" ?”

"Huh?" Feng Jun looked at him strangely, "What are you doing?"

"The carriage matter has been discussed, and I want to say thank you to Director Yang," Zhang Guofeng said with a smile, "I feel that the distance of the intercom is not very far... I thought she was in the manor."

Feng Jun pointed at Yang Yuxin who just came out of the front door, "That's Director Yang."

Yang Yuxin had obviously just finished her meal. She was holding a tube of yogurt in her hand and walked out of the villa while sipping on the straw. She looked carefree and relaxed. She placed it on her body casually, but she looked elegant. .

Zhang Guofeng wanted to stand up and say thank you, but he was a little stage frightened, so he glanced at Feng Jun and said, "Boss Feng, will you accompany me?"

Feng Jun raised his brows slightly, thinking that he was a little bit different. He helped you solve the car problem, and now he wants to help you introduce people?

But then I thought about it, isn’t this what the so-called friendship between classmates is about? What's the matter with helping the horse and giving it a ride?

Anyway, thanking you face to face is enough reason - is it appropriate not to say thank you for getting a benefit?

When Yang Yuxin was called out, she was still a little surprised. When she heard Feng Jun say that it was the classmate named Zhang who wanted to say thank you, she understood what was going on - it was just an opportunity to get close.

She doesn't really like people who push their limits, but this is Feng Jun's face. In fact, there is no shortage of people around her who take the opportunity to get close before they get closer - the key is to see if you are lucky. .

As Feng Jun's classmate, you are lucky! So she smiled and said, "With a little effort, you can thank Boss Feng."

You also call him boss? Zhang Guofeng's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground, "Well, Director Yang, our Cardinal Luo said..."

After hearing what he said, Yang Yuxin smiled casually and said, "I can't decide the time for my return to my hometown. It depends on the situation. But if he wants to see me, he must take you with him. Do you understand?"

Zhang Guofeng bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Director Yang."

"What are you doing?" Yang Yuxin frowned unhappily, "Be careful!"

After saying that, she turned around and left, thinking that this young man's actions were a bit excessive, and Feng Jun should not be angry with me for this.

Feng Jun also felt a little embarrassed, but he could also understand Zhang Guofeng... Who let Ya enter the system? "Okay Guofeng, keep drinking."

Zhang Guofeng was scolded, and he felt a little aggrieved. After all, Yang Yuxin had vaguely wanted to take advantage of him before, so his mentality was not broken, but he was a little depressed, and he drank a little more fiercely.

While he was drinking, Yu Qingzhu pushed Mr. Yu out. The old man was over a hundred years old and had been living in the manor. He was in good spirits - there was no sign of slippage, which was already good.

During the day, he can walk with help, but he is in a wheelchair at other times.

Isn’t this? I have just finished dinner, I have to go out to eat, and go back to soak my feet and rest on time at 8:30.

There are really capable people among Feng Jun's classmates. Zhao Mingshun glanced at the old man twice, then twice again, then took out his phone and searched silently.

Everyone drank a lot, but not too much. Feng Jun looked at him and said, "Just ask me what you want to search for."

Zhao Mingshun was doing publicity in the city. He pointed at the old man quietly, "This... looks familiar. What's his last name?"

"Yu Qingzhu is his granddaughter," Feng Jun rolled her eyes at him, "What did you say his last name was?"

Zhao Mingshun actually had a guess in his mind. He also remembered that Yu Qingzhu's surname was Yu - but he didn't know whether it was Yu, Yu, Yu, or Yu. Seeing the old man's familiar face, of course he guessed the identity, but he couldn't believe it, so he had to Making sure.

After hearing Feng Jun's words, he was of course convinced, so he nodded and spoke softly, "It is indeed the big boss... This should be your Funiu Renrui, right?"

"Yeah," Feng Jun nodded casually, mainly because he was a little passive because of Zhang Guofeng, and he didn't want to emphasize too much on Mr. Yu - otherwise, if someone takes the opportunity to get close to him, he really can't afford to embarrass that person.

So far, he thinks he doesn't owe Mr. Yu anything, but Mr. Yu always wants to find some sense of presence in him, which he can't bear - How can you say that I am also an immortal cultivator, what do you always tease me for?

In fact, when it comes to doing things, Mr. Yu is more willing to help others than Yang Yuxin, and he doesn't mind others trying to get close to him - the joy of his life now is to gain these senses of presence, but Feng Jun just doesn't want to use him.

He's an old kid, he's still a naughty kid, he can't be offended, "It's not us Funiu... I'm not from Funiu at all, okay?"

Zhao Mingshun finally understood why the people checking at the door came, and he could also understand why they were not allowed to take pictures. This person is here, and it would be nice to come in - taking pictures, what else are you thinking about?

Mr. Yu was already deaf and dazzled, unable to see the situation or hear the communication. However, he knew that Feng Jun had a college classmate who came in the afternoon, so he asked Yu Qingzhu to push him over and asked with a smile, "Boss Feng, are you friends here?"

The old kid didn't mean to play a prank, he was just having fun.

There was a loud "bang", and Zhao Mingshun fell to the ground with his chair. His hands and feet felt sore and weak, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Old man, I don't dare to say that," Feng Jun said seriously. Although he always complained about the other party's old age and lack of cultivation, the basic law of respecting the elderly and loving the young must always be taught. "I have no talent and no virtue. I really can't stand up to you." Boss."

"Humility, you are humble," the old man pointed at him with a smile. "Modility is a virtue, but if it is excessive, it is hypocrisy... We revolutionary comrades must be brave enough to shoulder heavy responsibilities."

Feng Jun picked up the tea cup next to the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He frowned and looked at Yu Qingzhu, "How much did he drink?"

"Three small cups," Yu Qingzhu carefully raised her orchid finger and replied softly, "Tell me you are happy today."

"He knows the wine is good today," Feng Jun snorted coldly. Although Yu Lao's body is getting older, his sensitivity to spiritual energy is increasing instead of decreasing, and it is spiritual wine that has the strongest nourishment ability for the old man's body.

Spirit rice, spirit fruit, etc. are also helpful to the old man's body, but he can't bear the spiritual energy that is too strong, and the weak spiritual energy cannot easily penetrate his blood - there is no way, it is like this when people get old.

Only spiritual wine, in addition to having spiritual energy, can also relax the muscles and activate blood circulation, thus promoting the absorption of spiritual energy.

However, Mr. Yu's body couldn't bear too much alcohol, so he felt that today's spiritual wine had more spiritual energy. He was also greedy for wine, so he drank three glasses.

"I told you, he can only drink one drink, you let him drink three drinks?" Feng Jun was also helpless, "Then you might as well give him two more drinks... let him cut off the chicken head with me and forget it. .”

(The third update is coming, the last thirty hours of this month, summon the monthly ticket.)

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