189: C189 Head Can be Broken Blood Can Flow Hair Cannot be Messed up

C189 Head Can be Broken Blood Can Flow Hair Cannot be Messed up

"Who is Jingjing? Isn't it enough for you to have two of my precious nieces? Who gave you that confidence when you were so ugly? " The Red Goblin King watched me ask one question after another.0

After listening to the red-furred Ghost King's words, I realized that I was wrong. The damage was much greater than I had imagined and it was much more severe than I had expected.

"May I not answer? "Uncle Yan Huang …" I helplessly looked at the red-haired ghost king as he squeezed these words out from his clenched teeth.

"You're the head of the family, so of course you have the right to remain silent!" The red-furred Ghost King said respectfully.

If this is a game of chess, I have been double, I have been very passive, I would like to turn the tables but I have no chance, because so many brothers are watching me.

I looked several times at Linda and Wang Yao for help, but they also looked helpless.

"Jingjing is not a human. I can have two of your precious niece. I feel like I've kowtowed to the heavens and that a toad has eaten swan meat. "I know I don't look too good, but can Uncle Yan Huang stop talking about my looks?" I said, suppressing my anger.

"Red Haired King, I think the Patriarch is rather handsome. He's not as greedy as you say, right?" Tyrant Mink sized me up and said seriously.

I looked at Tyrant White Sable with a face full of joy. After hearing his words, I instantly felt my blood return to life. Thank you Tyrant White Sable. You truly are my good brother.

"Go practice your martial arts. Your aesthetic views are as unsound as your brain." The red-furred ghost king looked at Tyrant White Marten with disdain.

"Brother …" "Oh, it's not the head of the family, I can't help you." Tyrant White Marten looked at me helplessly and said.

"It's fine. Just call me brother. No matter what, we will always be brothers. We will also include everyone here. We will all be like brothers and sisters, right?" I looked at everyone behind me and said.

"Patriarch, you can cut off your head, but you can't change your hair with blood. You can change your heart, you can change your mind, you can't mess around with the rules!" The Red Haired Ghost King spoke righteously.

I looked at the Red Haired King with a speechless expression. What kind of logic is this? Are brothers not good at getting along with each other as well?

"I think we're all the same. Don't we get along well like brothers?" I said what I thought.

"The master is the master, and the servant is the servant. If there is no longer an elder, wouldn't it be a mess?" The red-haired ghost king looked at me and said.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking at the Miller Corps. Because I think I'm bound to say that I can't beat the Red-Haired Ghost King, and I want to hear what everyone has to say.

"Patriarch, I feel that the Red Haired King's words are reasonable. No rules can make no rules, we are very happy that you think so highly of us, but respect is respect, inferiority is inferiority. If many people get along equally, they will forget who they are and everyone will have a sense of dependence. "Most people won't take the initiative to do what they should do. They'll do what they should do and do how the master of the Scattered Sand Tribe will manage them." Mo Sen lowered his head and said.

Listening to Mo Sen's words, I deeply understood that what the red-furred ghost king said was indeed reasonable. I began to slowly understand that being a manager is not easy and helpless.

A team had to have a core, which was a team leader. All the team members had to have this team leader as their center because everyone had different thoughts. It was impossible to take into account everyone's thoughts.

What the team leaders need to do is to pool ideas, carefully consider everyone's interests and thoughts, and handle all kinds of conflicts and conflicts. Deal with everything properly and guide the development of the team.

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