As Jia Wen and frowning struggle, Wang Qiang winked and came in.

Jia Wen immediately jumped up, grabbed Wang Qiang by the collar, glanced out, and when he saw no one, he growled in a low voice: "Fat bastard, Jianye, how many bandit troops do you have here?"
Wang Qiang paused, shook his fat face and shook his head. "Why do you ask?"? You crossed the line! Hum, I can tell from your expression that you must have something to ask me. "
Jia Wen looked at Wang Qiang with a dark face. Suddenly, he smiled like a chrysanthemum and said obsequiously to Wang Qiang, "Brother Qiang, I made a mistake in my budget. Who knew that these people gave that Ji Wu such a face, and there were 30 people who came. I thought my more than 10 films were enough. Hey, how many years of friendship have we had? Lend me twenty bandit troops."
After listening to this, Wang Qiang immediately held his head high, feeling so comfortable.
For many years, I finally saw Jia Wen beaten, and he kept a straight face all day. Now he actually called me Brother Qiang and laughed so mean.
Comfortable ! ! !
The pores of the whole body suddenly expanded, and the whole body felt comfortable.
Wang Qiang suddenly sat in a chair with his head wagging, coughed twice and said, "Oh, brother, I’m thirsty and I’m bored to talk."
Jia Wen picked his eyebrows, his mouth twitched twice, and his nails turned white. Finally, he gave Wang Qiang a cup of tea with a wronged face and said with a chrysanthemum smile: "Brother Qiang, please have tea!"
Wang Qiang coughed twice in a strange way, took a sip of tea and rolled around in his mouth.
Poof!
Spit it out.
Wang Qiang touched his chin and said, "I am a bandit. . 。”
Jia Wen nodded, his eyes glowing, thinking.
"Wait for me, fatso. I won’t call Jia Wen unless I kill you."
Wang Qiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, no, my shoulders are sore. . . I am boring to talk. "
Jia Wen and his eyes twitched wildly, and a few words were squeezed out between his teeth: "Brother Qiang. . . Don’t go too far! "
Wang Qiang blinked and asked, "What did you say? You don’t want it? Oh, then I’ll go. "
Jia Wen and the wolf growled with a bitter face: "Brother Qiang, didn’t you watch your brother fail in my mission?"
Wang Qiang also said shyly, "Forget it, but. . . I don’t have twenty bandits. "
Jia Wen and the next moment jumped up and grabbed Wang Qiang’s neck and shouted: "Fuck, there is no soldier in his hand, you and him!"
Mom played Lao Zi, and Lao Zi made you pour tea, rub your shoulders and get angry with you. "
Wang Qiang’s eyes are all shriveled and shriveled: "In my hand. . . There isn’t. . Twenty, but I have. . Fifty! "
Jia Wen immediately stood there embarrassed, foaming at the mouth Wang Qiang shan shan smiled. Then he rolled his eyes and said, "You need to beat yourself."
Wang Qiang wronged and wiped a mouthful of saliva, and said gloomily, "All right, all right, I’m going to gather the bandit troops. You can hold on for about ten minutes." Then he ran away.
Jia Wen entered the banquet hall with a faint smile, looked at the gifts sent by these adults, and his mouth twitched.
Blank!
Complete blank!
Oh! There is one. . .
Jia Wen and looked at it, and he was going to be angry on the spot!
What kind of person is this! It’s just that people don’t give gifts on their birthdays, and they even come with a small note.
"I like to eat sweet turtle, please put pepper! Burn it lightly. "
Jia Wen looked at this note with convulsive corners of his mouth, his eyebrows jumped wildly, and he looked at the signature.
Jianye satrap Hao Yuan.
Jia Wen turned and looked at the banquet. Everyone sat at the dinner table and talked honestly. It seems that they are ready to start eating.
Suddenly a chubby fat man in the crowd nodded at him kindly, and Jia Wen nodded with a smile.
The fat man who fights with Wang Qiang is Jianye Satrap.
After a servant was summoned and ordered to go down to the sweet turtle, Jia Wen began to delay the time.
It’s only been three minutes.
Jia Wen stood on the front small table decorated with lanterns and said, "Ji Gongzi is very grateful to all of you. . . 。”
Jia Wen froze. . .
What’s going on here?
I saw two bloated people outside the door. . .
To be exact, everyone brought two big basins, and came in.
Jia Wen looked up at the roof. He was speechless. Is Yangzhou poor? I remember it was rich.
How come everyone is so shameless!
Besides being speechless, I am speechless.
Jia Wen finally chose to ignore their actions, but his heart was full of thoughts.
"It seems that this Yuan Shi also has the idea of peanuts, but he has a little more thoughts than others. Then the salaries of these officials have not been paid for some time. In that case. . 。”
Jia Wen and the corners of his mouth with a strange smile, looked at the audience with a kind of anger, chagrin, envy eyes looked at the two men.
Jia Wen suddenly felt vomiting blood. These people are so rude. Do they need it? One by one, the official prestige was very heavy before.
Then all 32 people are here.
Jia Wen smiled and continued: "Ji Gongzi is very grateful to all of you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to attend his birthday party. Speaking of which, many people are beginning to wonder! Isn’t childe Ji’s birthday in September? This time is the birthday of Ji Gongzi’s dead brother. Ji Gongzi specially held such a birthday party in memory of his brother. It will take some time for Ji Gongzi to personally choose your gifts today. I hope you can eat first! Eat first! Don’t wait for him. "
Above the lobby, 32 officials said, "Good! Ok! Good! "
Jia Wen immediately said, "Well, besides that, everyone will get ten gold in return."
Everyone replied in unison: "That’s very good. I’ll thank her for her generosity first."
Jia Wen twitched the corners of his mouth again.
Jia Wen and secretly calculated this time. . .
Four minutes. Four minutes to go.
Jia Wen said with a faint smile, "Then, please wait a moment, and I’ll hurry up in the back."
Once again, everyone said in unison, "That’s great! Very good! "
Jia Wen and then went to the back and began to stall for time. . .
Three minutes left. . . .
Two minutes left. . . .
One minute left. . . .