Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Scam him out of a million?

"Old Wang, if you're going to talk about me like that, then our relationship is too distant. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would act like you for a million dollars?"

Zhou Fengliu looked at Wang Ye sincerely.

He said that he couldn't possibly have time to come up with any action plan. He had only memorized some content from the original work. Seeing that no one seemed inclined to speak, he simply mentioned the original work's plan to destroy Biyou Village.

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P.S.: What time of day, my godfathers, is considered "living time" for updates?

I see that my godfathers are not very satisfied with the time I update.

I just want everything every day, sob sob sob.

Chapter 170 Fu Rong: Riddler! Get out of Biyou Village! (First Update)

Zhou Fengliu's sincerity was so convincing that the temporary workers present, who didn't know him well, actually believed him.

But Zhang Chulan, who was in the know, didn't believe it at all.

Given the nature of Jiaqian Jushi, and his willingness to play the role of a king, Zhou Fengliu might actually do such a thing.

...

If Zhang Chulan were to voice his inner thoughts at this moment, Zhou Fengliu would reflexively retort, "Slander! You're slandering me!"

But Zhang Chulan didn't dare say it aloud; he could only secretly slander Zhou Fengliu in his heart.

...

While everyone was chatting enthusiastically in the real world, Gao Erzhuang, a temporary worker from Northeast China, was on the verge of tears in the temporary workers' chat group.

Northeast: What about me?

Northeast: What about my task?

Northeast: You guys are having such a good time chatting... what am I supposed to do?

Northeast: I hate the new commander!

Northeast: If you don't talk to me again, I'll hack the new commander's phone! I'll expose all his browser history!

Northeast: Is anyone going to talk to me?

Northeast: Sad jpg.

Just as Gao Erzhuang was feeling down in the group chat, Hei Guan, a temporary worker from Huazhong, spoke up.

Huazhong: Erzhuang, your job is to help us keep track of the location of the superior organs, especially Ma Xianhong and Chen Duo's...

Seeing that someone was responding to him, Gao Erzhuang's rant in the group chat finally came to an end.

Northeast: Waaah, you're so kind... They're all bad guys, don't worry, I promise to complete the mission.

After a round of discussion and supplementation, the temporary workers each chose their tasks under Zhou Fengliu's action plan.

Aside from Ma Xianhong, the other top-tier students were represented by Hei Guan from Central China, Lao Meng from Northwest China, Xiao Zizai from East China, Qiu'er from Southwest China, and Wang Ye.

Although it's five against ten, the advantage is still with me!

The temporary workers, along with Wang Ye, were fully confident in completing the task.

As for Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao in North China, they were separated again. Zhang Chulan was responsible for keeping Ma Xianhong occupied, while Feng Baobao was responsible for causing trouble in the village and attracting the attention of a group of transformed superhumans.

Zhou Fengliu was in command, ready to provide fire support at any time.

After completing their respective tasks, they gathered in the center of the village to fight Ma Xianhong and resolve this tough challenge.

Once the action plan was finalized, no one had any objections. Under the cover of night, everyone went back to rest and make full preparations for the next day's operation.

Night fell.

Wang Ye lay in bed, the bright moonlight shining through the window onto his still-sleepy face.

"Old Zhou, are you asleep?"

"how?"

"You know... Lao Qing and we all have a good relationship. Should I be more restrained when I face him tomorrow? I can't go all out."

Wang scratched his butt and said.

"You still want to kill me? How much do you want to settle personal scores?" Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow and replied.

"It's not a matter of settling personal scores; it's that he's stubborn and won't see the light. We have to get him to come to his senses... If he can't understand reason, then I'll have to resort to my limited martial arts skills."

"You two handle your own business, just don't kill each other," Zhou Fengliu said with a yawn.

"I'm going to sleep first."

"Go to sleep," Wang replied, and said no more.

A gentle night breeze swept across the peaceful Biyou Village under the cover of night. This might be the last peaceful night for this tranquil village, and because it was the last night, it seemed exceptionally quiet.

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"I did it... I finally did it!"

As dawn approached, on this quiet last night, at the house where the self-cultivation furnace was located at the end of the village, Ma Xianhong looked at the new version of the self-cultivation furnace in front of him, which resembled a Taj Mahal, and exclaimed excitedly.

Everything is ready now, except for the test... Once the test is successful, his wish to regain his memories will be fulfilled.

hope!

A thriving hope is rising!

Looking at the rising sun among the distant mountains, Ma Xianhong felt that his new Jie Sect and he himself had a hopeful future.

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Three poles in the sun.

Despite the mission today, Zhou Fengliu's sleep quality remained excellent, unaffected by the task at all. He got up, washed, and changed as usual before going to Fu Rong for a free meal.

As for the preparations before the operation... he didn't have much to prepare.

"Rongzi, open the door." Zhou Fengliu called out to Fu Rong as he arrived at the kitchen.

Fu Rong, who was in the kitchen, was also helpless about this.

When Zhou Fengliu gave her a red bill, she thought that day was the last time he would ask her for a free meal, since they had made it very clear that their positions were completely opposite.

But she never expected this...

She underestimated Zhou Fengliu's desire to freeload.

Although the two are enemies who have not yet clashed, Zhou Fengliu can still appear outside her kitchen on time as if nothing has happened, asking for food and drink.

"I'm really convinced!"

Fu Rong sighed, then angrily took the food that was being kept warm in the pot and placed it in front of Zhou Fengliu.

Upon closer inspection, it was a simple bowl of braised pork with preserved mustard greens over rice, still steaming slightly.

"Eat, eat, eat... All you know how to do is bully me, right? Why don't you bully someone else?" Fu Rong said to Zhou Fengliu in front of her.

"Others? They're not chefs..."

Fu Rong remained silent.

She noticed that Zhou Fengliu always managed to retort with a few words that she couldn't answer.

It's really strange.

Seeing that Fu Rong couldn't answer, Zhou Fengliu casually picked up his chopsticks and added, "Besides, I pay her every day."

Hearing this, Fu Rong finally had something to say:

"Is there nothing else in your eyes besides money?"

Hearing Fu Rong's question, Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow, took a bite of braised pork, looked at Fu Rong, and asked, "For example?"

"For example...for example..."

Fu Rong was speechless for a moment.

She was once again silenced by Zhou Fengliu.

"Look...you can't come up with an example either, can you? We're all just ordinary people. Let's talk about interests first, then ideals and aspirations."

"Besides, I can't last more than two days before your hard times are coming to an end."

"?"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu say this, Fu Rong's frustration turned to confusion as she asked, "What do you mean? Are you leaving?"

Zhou Fengliu did not answer Fu Rong's question.

Is it Zhou Fengliu who's leaving?

Obviously not.

It's clear that everyone in Biyou Village is leaving...

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu remained silent, Fu Rong became even more agitated. She angrily pointed at Zhou Fengliu and said: