Longing for entertainment to become a god

Listen to the whispers behind your back.

At this moment, Director Wang really hoped that it would be better if he didn't bring anyone here.

But even though things have come to this, Director Wang still wants to struggle in the end.

"Um, Teacher Huang, I mean five..." Director Wang stretched out five fingers in front of Huang Lei.

"Five hundred, right? It adds up to six hundred. I can do the math, so you can just count it to me." However, Huang Lei did not give Director Wang a chance to explain at all.

Huang Lei looked like he couldn't get enough of it.

Director Wang finally gave up.

I had no choice but to take out the money from my pocket.

Seeing that Wang Zhengyu finally paid, Huang Lei looked at the others happily.

Just smiling, Huang Lei's smile disappeared.

Looking at the hundred yuan handed over by Wang Zhengyu.

Huang Lei lowered his head and looked at the money in front of him, then looked up at Wang Zhengyu. After doing this twice, he said to Wang Zhengyu: "Wang Zhengyu, what do you mean? You're a deadbeat, right?"

"No problem, this is the money I will give you, the remaining one hundred yuan after deducting the rent." Director Wang said expressionlessly.

"What?"

"Isn't the rent paid in one lump sum when we leave? What does that mean to you?" Huang Lei felt that Wang Zhengyu was just making trouble after suffering a loss.

"In order to prevent you from living like a salted fish after you have money, and to prevent you from being unable to pay the rent in the end, this rule is additional."

The final interpretation of the rules belongs to the program team. Anyway, Director Wang can say whatever he wants.

...

"You're lucky." In the end, Huang Lei accepted the hundred yuan.

Because Wang Zhengyu even changed the rules of the program. If this continues, who knows what else Wang Zhengyu will do.

Moreover, Huang Lei seriously doubted whether Wang Zhengyu had been tricked by himself and others in the past two days, which led to him being like this now, so Huang Lei felt that it would be okay to let Wang Zhengyu go once, and it would not be too late to continue next time.

Seeing that Huang Lei took the money easily, Director Wang suddenly felt a little empty. He just accepted it without bargaining at all. It was so unfulfilling.

Then Director Wang lost interest and asked the excited followers behind to carry water.

But just when Director Wang was about to go back with a group of extremely excited followers, Peng Peng suddenly stopped him.

"Director, I have something else to say."

After Director Wang heard Peng Peng's words, he suddenly felt his body became full again, but his face remained expressionless.

"Oh, what's the problem with Peng Peng."

"Director, I need more money," Peng Peng said.

Hearing Peng Peng's words, the director became even more excited. This is a real life.

It was only Peng Peng's last words that completely burned out Director Wang's passion.

"Director, I was stung by a bee on two bags. Each bag costs ten yuan, and you still want to give me twenty." Peng Peng said.

That's it?

Just for 20 yuan? Peng Peng, can’t you ask for more?

Even though I won in the end, I still had no sense of accomplishment.

Director Wang screamed crazily in his heart.

After shouting, Director Wang said with some waning interest: "It's over there, let me take a look."

"Here it is, and it's inside the pants." Peng Peng directly stretched out his hand and said.

Director Wang looked at Peng Peng's swollen hand, and then looked at Peng Peng's pants.

Seeing this, Peng Peng quickly grabbed the waistband of his pants and said awkwardly: "You can't look at this bag."

Before Director Wang could speak, everyone else was already amused by Peng Peng.

At this time, Director Wang, who had no sense of achievement, no longer wanted to stay, so he acquiesced to Peng Peng's words, directly paid Peng Peng 20 and left in a hurry.

"Tsk tsk, Wang Zhengyu is learning Cong's tricks." Huang Lei took 120 yuan and clapped his hands and said.

"The money shouldn't be enough. Why don't we just eat something for lunch and spend the money at night?"

Thinking that there were now eight people who needed to eat, He Jiong looked at this small amount of money and felt a little worried.

"It's okay, I have a solution, but this may still require Xiao Mo to take action."

Huang Lei seemed to have no such worries at all and smiled.

"No problem, Teacher Huang, I just need my help."

Chen Mo looked at Huang Lei's look and knew that he must have some idea, but he didn't know how he could help.

Huang Lei was also very happy when he heard that Chen Mo agreed without any hesitation.

"Xiao Mo, do you still remember the peach blossom cake you brought yesterday?"

"Does Teacher Huang plan to let me make peach blossom cakes and then exchange them with the director's team?" Chen Mo asked.

"The idea is that we can make more types so that we can earn rewards." Huang Lei continued.

"It's okay to do it, but Director Wang probably won't admit it. Judging from the way he looked just now, he will probably count it as a pastry, and then only reward it once."

Chen Mo felt that Director Wang could change the rules, and it was not impossible to classify dim sum.

"Yes." Huang Lei frowned after hearing Chen Mo's words.

Huang Lei felt that he had given in because he sympathized with Wang Zhengyu, but this time he stretched his neck to get beaten. How could that be possible?

"Then let's have fried noodles or something for lunch just like we did in the morning. The kitchen should make noodles." Seeing that Huang Lei's plan didn't work, He Jiong brought up his previous idea again.

"The noodles are not enough, the rice should be enough for us to have two meals." Huang Lei's brows still did not loosen.

"Then we should go to the fields to pick some vegetables, and then buy some meat to make a meal. We will think of a solution in the afternoon."

He Jiong didn't expect that there was no noodles left, so he had to cook and eat, otherwise he couldn't let the guests go hungry, right?

At this time, He Jiong couldn't help but regret a little. He had a great meal last night, but it's very difficult now.

"Then that's the only way." After thinking about it and finding no better way, Huang Lei could only agree.

Then Huang Lei looked at the three guests and said, "I'll give you a hard time at noon. We'll have a big dinner in the evening."

Of course, Huang Lei mainly said this to Xueru. Huang Lei, Xu Zheng and Zhao Baogang, would not be so polite.

"It's okay, I eat very little." After listening to Huang Lei's words, Li Xueru waved her hands quickly.

However, although Xueru was polite, Xu Zheng was not polite at all and joked directly:

"That's not possible, Lao Huang. I told you last time that I was going to have a big dinner this time. How can you let me make do with it?"

"Go, go, go. If you can eat it, that's fine. I still want to pick." Sure enough, Huang Lei responded to Xu Zheng's words without hesitation.

While Huang Lei and Xu Zheng were arguing with each other, Chen Mo was thinking.

If the rent is withheld every time, it may be like this in the future.

Unless they can fish and buy them, life may be better, but fishing is too uncertain. No fishermen dare to say that they will get something every time they go to sea.

What's more, Chen Mo and the others can't go out to sea yet.

So Chen Mo thought there was something he could do to help.