PDLP Chapter 308 Iron Man! Iron Man, Why Are You Crying!
Chapter 308 Iron Man! Iron Man, Why Are You Crying!
next morning.
The gate of the battered camp of the militants.
On the pillars on both sides, there are two white curtains hanging on each side.
There are two large characters for "Dian" written on it in jet-black font.
On both sides of the door.
A row of militants in white filial uniforms stood on each side, holding brand new AKs with no bullets in their hands.
A little further away.
Rows of unnamed wreaths are neatly arranged.
Flying in the wind, it is too beautiful to behold.
Scarface stood at the front of the line, his body was wrapped in bandages, and he lowered his head to touch the white clothes on his body.
How confused and confused the expression on the face should be.
did not expect.
The first time I put on clothes on the upper body, I wore this kind of clothes.
Too bad.
The problem is, dare not speak out.
Now the entire camp is controlled by a few people from the Dragon Kingdom.
As for General Mohan.
"Hey, did you see just now, good guy, the makeup that some old women put on the general is scary!"
"What kind of custom is this? Are funerals in the Dragon Kingdom so complicated? Besides, what are they trying to do? I can't understand it at all."
"Forget it, this scale is worthy of our general. I don't know if this team will take over the job. If my father dies, it will be great if we can do it according to this scale."
A group of people stood at the door as a temporary welcome.
They were talking in low voices.
Hearing everyone's discussion, Scarface pursed his lips helplessly.
not educated.
Really uneducated.
Is this not the end?
With this rectification, the general is not dead yet, and after the funeral is over, he will definitely die.
"Don't talk, people will come in a while... cheer up, see the camera above? Someone is watching, and the generals from other forces will come in a while, and they all start crying."
Scarface gritted his teeth and roared at everyone
"Our general is finished this time, but... we have to live. When that Long Kingdom man beat me up yesterday, I seemed to hear that these people planned to buy our camp, and we have to leave someone to guard it. Do you understand what that means? ?”
"However, the general has been kind to us."
"I'll give the general a good ride in a while. It's said that I will be turned into a mummy. It's really... bothersome."
talking.
Scarface raised his head towards the camera above, and said gratefully.
A group of people stood on both sides of the gate of the camp with their heads held high.
With the sound of mourning inside.
Everyone's faces were extremely solemn.
Although never heard of this music.
However, when I heard that someone died, my heart was full of sadness.
inside the camp.
Xiaojun was busy all the time, directing the people in his team to do some final preparations for the funeral.
Even the gift table is set up.
It was Chen Dali and Director Sun who were responsible for collecting the money.
The two had been sitting behind the gift table for nearly two hours.
Within two hours.
They watched helplessly as this small army prepared a funeral for a living person.
have to say.
Too professional.
I have never seen such a professional funeral team in my life.
"Stay far away from Su Mo in the future, this guy is becoming more and more inappropriate."
Director Sun held back for a long time, and couldn't help muttering something in a low voice.
Chen Dali, who was on the side, shook his body and focused his head heavily.
"Indeed, with this way of playing, let alone Mohan, no one can stand it. People are still alive, so they are bundled into mummies. For the sake of truth, they are actually sandwiched over the fire and roasted. Anyway, I was tortured." Can't stop."
Having said that, the two looked at each other silently.
Make a decision in your mind at the same time.
In the future, no matter what, I can't get too close to Su Mo.
Especially Director Sun.
There are tens of millions of wanted warrants on his back.
In case Su Mo is short of money one day, he will directly return to the Qindu program group.
Send him abroad.
Who should I ask for reason?
Made.
The rules of the program group are still formulated by myself. Was my mind caught by the door at that time?
Why research such a reality show?
"What's up?"
At this time.
With the contract in hand, Su Mo hurried into the warehouse.
Looking at General Mohan who was tied up in a long and narrow wooden box, he blinked at Xiaojun next to him.
"It's tricky, it's really tricky..."
Xiaojun stroked his chin and stared at the mummy general Mohan, with a rare dignified expression on his face.
The mouth is really hard.
Haven't spoken yet.
Neither begged for mercy nor spoke harsh words.
Just staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Worked for so long.
I have never encountered such a situation.
"Ah? Why don't you open your mouth? Other influencers will come later. If this guy doesn't say anything, how will he sign the contract when the time comes?"
Su Mo raised his eyebrows, came to the wooden box, and reached out to pat General Mohan on the cheek.
"You have too much backbone."
"woo woo woo woo……"
The voice just fell.
The iron general Mohan, the macho tears.
Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and couldn't be stopped.
However, even so, the other party remained silent.
"Okay, don't you admit it? Is there anything else that you haven't arranged?"
Su Mo backed away with a gloomy face.
Pulling Xiaojun, they discussed again in a low voice beside them.
"It won't work like this. He has to accept it from the bottom of his heart and sign the contract with conviction."
"This is the key, understand?"
"Only in this way can you get the land and I can buy shares..."
Regarding this point, Xiaojun didn't understand why.
"Okay... I see."
I answered.
He waved to several people in the team.
Su Mo stepped aside.
Watch intently as your little army funeral team gets to work.
What black coffin bearer...
The old widow crying at the grave...
A filial piety speech...
Wearing hemp and mourning to tell the life of Mohan...
The old sister-in-law cried and kissed her forehead...
...
One by one unique skills, non-stop staged in the warehouse.
The little general, clutching his crotch and kneeling on the ground, has not finished his unique skills.
He broke down first.
"I sign...can I sign?"
Pulling Su Mo, revealing his true feelings, solemnly said
"I can't take it anymore. Really, just send him away. I'll sign it. If he leaves, I'll be the person in charge. Really... I'm willing to cooperate with you."
"Tell the aunt next to me not to cry."
"Blood is crying out to me, I just stopped."
Su Mo thought, this seems to be okay.
Busily asked a few aunts to stop crying.
but.
For Mohan who was locked in the wooden box, he really admired him from the bottom of his heart.
A few aunts in the Xiaojun team who can parachute, how powerful is the mourning.
He knows it firsthand.
If you can cry and become a designated cooperative unit of the hospital, you can say that the power is amazing or not.
It was him, after listening to this for a while, he felt a headache.
Some can't take it anymore.
The son of Mohan who was crying would rather that his father was really dead than that the other party would cry again.
That's it……
General Mohan had nothing but tears.
He still didn't say a word, he really didn't admit to being cowardly.
This is a man of iron.
"Hey, shit... Brother, something's wrong, whoever stuck his mouth to Mohan, I'll just say shit, my head is buzzing from crying, why doesn't this guy react at all?"
suddenly.
Fatty, who was leaning against the side of the wooden box, looked down.
I couldn't help but exclaimed.
"What?"
Su Mo ran over in a hurry, and it took a long time to melt away the glue sticking to Mohan's lips.
The moment it melted away.
The tragic howling resounded throughout the warehouse.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
"Who? What are you doing? I didn't say no to signing it. Who stuck it on my mouth? I want to speak, but I can't."
"Quick, quick, untie it, untie it... I'm convinced, I'm really convinced, Fake, who wrapped up dd for me, it's about to explode... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"..."
At this time.
A dark man in a black jacket led a group of people to the gate of the camp.
Listen to the cries inside.
Blinking, the quite determined opponent ordered:
"Listen."
"Mohan died a miserable death."
"This is the voice of the little general. He was crying too badly. They all started crying. Come in with me to have a look."
Just when a few people walked in the door.
A table covered with white cloth blocked the crowd horizontally.
Chen Dali felt sad.
Take some contracts out of your pocket.
"It's friendship to be able to come. It's okay if you don't prepare the money. There is a loan contract here, just sign it..."
Everyone "?"