I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Dusk hour.

Boys' school.

Leslie Cheung, who was teaching the [Sword Finger] technique to the students, raised his head and glanced at the sky, closed the Book of Heaven with a snap, and said, "Let's get here first today, students, get out of class is over."

"Goodbye, teacher." More than sixty people stood up and shouted in unison.

Leslie Cheung was very satisfied with their current performance. He put the Bible under his arm and walked out of the classroom first.

After he left, a group of boys gathered together in twos and threes and walked towards the cafeteria while talking and laughing.

Anita Mui's idea of ​​dividing the boys' and girls' schools was not a whim, but had been planned for a long time. Therefore, the boys' and girls' areas she divided each have a canteen and corresponding living facilities.

Compared with her, Leslie Cheung's reasons for setting up barriers are relatively pure. On the one hand, he is happy to see the results, and on the other hand, he wants to fight back against her practice of setting barriers.

"Director Bi, look."

Bi Wen was surrounded by more than a dozen young men with high emotional intelligence and walked towards the cafeteria. He was still smiling when he was suddenly elbowed twice. Before he could get angry, the other person pointed to a location.

"What am I looking at..."

Bi Wen endured the anger in his heart, his eyes followed the clerk's hand, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

But under the beautiful sunset, Ye Ling, dressed in a red dress, was sitting in the pavilion, holding a card in her mouth, facing an easel, diagonally facing all of them.

The golden light of the sunset hit her face and fell on the tips of her hair, making her look exquisite, charming but not seductive. All the sixty-three male colleagues passing by stopped in place and stared at this beautiful scenery. .

"The painting is done, take a look."

After a long time, Qin Yao, who was standing behind the drawing board, put down his brush and said with a smile.

Ye Ling reached out and took off the cards in his mouth, strode to the easel, looked at the bright and moving girl in red on the painting paper, and couldn't help but have a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"The painting is really good." She instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the painting, but she was afraid of hurting the painting with her fingers, so she stopped in front of the painting with her slender palm.

Qin Yao took off the painting and handed it to her: "It's for you."

"Ah?" Ye Ling was slightly startled.

"Don't you like it?"

Ye Ling shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I like it very much..."

Not far away, watching the ambiguous interaction between the two of them, a group of young and old men felt as if their jealousy had been overturned, their eyes seemed to be filled with pepper noodles, they were sad and jealous, and their emotions were raging.

"Too much!" Bengal silently clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.

Luo Ba's eyes were fixed on the pavilion under the sunset, and his heart almost broke when he saw the goddess holding the scroll and looking down with shyness.

This was worse than killing him.

"Director Bi, don't you want to say something?" Bengal asked.

Bi Wen spread his hands: "What are you talking about? What he said is life, and we are all living?"

Or should I say, work hard young people, as long as you are willing to endure hardship and make progress, you can be like him in the future?

Wake up, you are just the protagonist in your own life, not the protagonist in this world. You don’t even have a house, a car, or money, but you still want a horse? "

When Bi Wen was educating these boys as an experienced person, Bi Wen was actually quite happy in his heart.

The east is not bright, the west is bright, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.

Director Qin showed his affection to the little secretary so openly, so he shouldn't compete with him for Mr. Jian, right?

It is undeniable that Ye Ling has an advantage over Mr. Jian purely in terms of appearance, but Mr. Jian is rich!

With the blessing of the aura of money, Mr. Jian's charm is close to infinite. Ye Ling, the little fairy, gives in as much as he gives in. What he loses is what he gains in the east, and he will not lose this time.

That night.

After dinner, Bengal lay on the bed, and the images of Ye Ling and Qin Yao kept flashing in his mind. He felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought that they might be communicating in depth now.

He grabbed the edge of the bed and looked around, only to see that Luo Ba was even more miserable when he got out of the bed. He seemed to have lost his soul, lying flat on the bed and staring blankly above.

"Bang bang."

Bengal reached out and patted the side of the bed and asked, "Robert, are you willing?"

"The matter has come to this, so what if you don't want to be reconciled?" Robert sighed.

Bengal suddenly jumped down from the upper bunk, clapped his hands in the dormitory where more than sixty people lived, and said, "Brothers, listen to what I have to say."

A group of male colleagues who had no mobile phones to play with and were so bored lying on the bed having sex sat up when they heard the shouting and looked up to Bangladesh.

Bangladesh has been a salesman for more than ten years and has his own logic of thinking about human nature. He directly pokes people's pain points with one sentence: "This is the first day. There are still fourteen more days on the mountain. Can you bear it?" In the next two weeks, I won't even be able to see women, but someone will have sex every night, or even show affection in front of you?"

"I can't bear it." A colleague who had a good impression of Ye Ling said loudly.

"Yes, I can't bear it, and I can't bear it either." Bengal said, "So I think we have to do something, otherwise we will be sore to death in the next fourteen days."

"Bangla, I advise you not to humiliate yourself." Bi Wen said, "Qin Yao's body type can beat four of you."

Bangladesh: "I'm not a fool, how could I choose to confront him head-on? The most important thing in life is to know how to use your brain."

"Stop being so pretentious and tell me what you have in mind." Bi Wen said with a curious look on his face.

Although he would not go against Qin Yao, nor did he recommend that his subordinates provoke Qin Yao, he would still be happy to see the results if he could hit the opponent.

The hatred for killing the father and the hatred for taking away the wife have been blood feuds since ancient times. Although Ye Ling is not his wife, she was once the one he wanted to conquer!

From welcoming to annoying, sometimes it's that simple.

"On this resort, in terms of strength, we are definitely no match for that big guy, but that doesn't mean that the other party can do whatever he wants."

Bengal's eyes flashed with light, and he said confidently: "After recruiting Director Qin, Miss Jian recruited Master Zhang and Master Mei. She obviously wanted to make both parties check and balance each other. What does this mean?"

"What does that mean?" a male colleague asked with admiration.

Bengal: "Stupid! This shows that Master Zhang and Master Mei have the ability to check and balance Director Qin. As long as we convince Master Zhang to deal with Director Qin, we will definitely end the latter's unscrupulous life."

"You can't convince Master Zhang." Bi Wen said with certainty.

"Why?" Robert questioned.

Bi Wen: "Don't think that you are the only smart ones. Master Zhang is not stupid either. There is no conflict of interest between him and Qin Yao for the time being. It is completely fanciful for you to expect to persuade him by talking."

"There is no conflict of interest for the time being. We can brainwash him and make him think that there is a conflict of interest between them." Bangla said: "The focus can be on Miss Jian's checks and balances... We can tell Master Zhang honestly and sincerely, Only by breaking this layer of checks and balances, making one family the only one to rely on, and becoming Miss Jian's only support, can we obtain the greatest return on benefits."

Bi Wen asked back: "I still said what I said, don't treat Master Zhang as a fool. Are you sure he can't see your brainwashing behavior? Don't fail to brainwash him, and you will be taught a lesson by the other party."

Bengal was very depressed by the rebuke and said: "This won't work, that won't work either. I wonder what Manager Bi has to say?"

Bi Wen hesitated for a moment, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "You all noticed during class today, Master Zhang has a heavenly book in his hand. If you can steal this heavenly book, maybe we can find the direction from it."

Leslie Cheung had the same idea as Anita Mui. In just fifteen days, the more spells were taught, the smaller the chance that these male students would succeed in learning, so he only taught them the spell [Sword Finger].

For Bi Wen, he finally had such a God-given opportunity. How could he satisfy his appetite by just learning a spell?

What's more, he also knew that Leslie Cheung would never teach the magic skills he wanted, such as clairvoyance, wall penetration, invisibility, and the four-piece set of picking yin and replenishing yang in an honest way.

Under such circumstances, there might be a glimmer of hope to use the gang's jealousy towards Qin Yao to encourage them to steal the Book of Heaven.

Even if the four-piece set is not complete, it would be a worthwhile trip if you can get two or three of them...

The next day.

After class, Leslie Cheung was taking a shower in the bathroom. As he was washing, the lights suddenly went out, the water heater stopped working, and the cold groundwater poured on his body, causing him to suddenly tremble.

"Okay, you bastards, you want to mess with me!" Leslie Cheung stretched out his hand to wipe off the foam on his face, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his eyes. He saw things in the night, took a bath towel from the air, quickly wiped off the water marks on his body, and immediately put it on I put on my bathrobe and walked slowly towards the control room of the electric switch.

However, he was smart, but he was not a prophet. What he didn't expect was that these students did not just want to play tricks. They had clear goals and specific division of labor.

Therefore, just after he left the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, a group of people came in carrying oil lamps, replaced the Heavenly Book from Leslie Cheung's cloth bag with a stack of white paper, and immediately rushed out and returned to the boy's house with the Heavenly Book. Bedroom.

Just as the two students who had turned off the power switch were being educated by Leslie Cheung, Bi Wen stood in the crowd in the dormitory. With excitement, he opened the first page of the Book of Heaven, and a simple drawing of a Taoist with an immortal style suddenly came into view. eye.

Bi Wen just thought it was an ordinary illustration and subconsciously turned it over. Unexpectedly, he twisted it for a while and failed to open the second page. At the same time, the Taoist illustration suddenly opened his mouth. , asked: "What do you want to do?"

"Ghost!"

Bi Wen was so frightened that he almost peed, and subconsciously threw the book out of his hand. Unexpectedly, the book did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in mid-air, with the portrait of the Taoist facing the students.

"You are the ghost. Use your brain and think about it. Can ghosts be drawn on the Book of Heaven?"

After hearing what the Taoist said, everyone gradually calmed down. Bi Wen looked around and saw no one spoke, so he said: "If you are not a ghost, what are you?"

"I am the soul of the Book of Heaven."

The Taoist looked at these novice practitioners and asked, "What do you want to do by stealing the Book of Heaven?"

In front of so many people, Bi Wen couldn't reveal his dirty thoughts, so he said seriously: "We are not stealing the Book of Heaven, but we want to borrow the Book of Heaven to punish the evildoers."

Taoist: "What kind of evil person?"

"Actually, you can't say he's a villain. To be precise, he's a person who arouses public outrage. Do you think so?" Bi Wen turned around and asked.

"Yes." Bangladesh responded immediately.

"That's right, that's right." Others said one after another.

As long as it doesn't harm people's lives, the Taoist doesn't care who is right or wrong, so he asked: "How do you want to punish each other?"

"Let him go to the girls' dormitory and run naked." Someone suggested.

"It's not necessary." Bengal objected to this and said, "Wouldn't he make money by letting all the girls see his body?"

"I think it's enough to drive him down the mountain by himself. There's no need to make the other party look embarrassed." Luo Ba said.

"If we don't let him make a fool of himself, how can we calm down the resentment in our hearts?" shouted a colleague who was worried that the matter was not serious.

And this kind of jealousy caused by jealousy has not surprisingly been approved by many people.

"Then let's put it all together and let him run down the mountain naked." Bengal said.

"Are you sure?" The Soul of the Heavenly Book asked.

"Definitely." Everyone whispered for a while and finally gave a definite answer.

The Soul of the Heavenly Book nodded slightly, controlled the Heavenly Book to float in front of them, and laid it flat: "You can help me if you want, but the help is not free. I need all of you to bite your fingers and drip blood on me. Then bow down and worship me."

"You have to bleed, is it so troublesome?" After hearing this, some people backed down.

The Soul of the Heavenly Book said in a deep voice: "You can gain only by giving up. I am not related to you, or even have nothing to do with you. If you don't pay me, why should I help you?"

"Isn't it just a drop of blood? I'm not asking you to drink other people's blood. Are you afraid of getting sick from it?!" Bengal said loudly.

"Then you come first." Bi Wen said.

"I'll come first, I'll come first." Bang Bang said, taking the lead in coming to the Book of Heaven, biting his finger and dripping a drop of blood on the portrait of the Taoist.

Miraculously, the blood fell on the paper and was instantly absorbed by the portrait without leaving any red marks.

After having the leader, the psychological burden of those who came after them was significantly reduced. They lined up one after another, biting their fingers and dripping blood. In the end, more than 60 people knelt down and saluted before the Book of Heaven.

"Okay, everyone, get up."

The Soul of the Book of Heaven faced everyone and said calmly: "Now, you can choose one person to carry me outside the other party's room. The closer you are to him, the better the effect of the spell will be."

"I come!"

Biwen volunteered and shouted.

Everyone was a little surprised that Manager Bi, who was always cautious, could be so proactive this time. But strangely enough, no one competed with him for this job.

After all, carrying the Heavenly Book to murder Director Qin is somewhat risky.

Not long after, Bi Wen went out with the Heavenly Book in his arms. After leaving the men's dormitory far away, he suddenly asked: "Heavenly Book, Heavenly Book, do you know clairvoyance, wall penetration, invisibility, and gathering yin and replenishing yang?"