830: C830 Piggy's Waist

C830 Piggy's Waist

The purpose of this meeting with Crazy Zhao is to put this stupid dog on the wall.

And during this process, it was inevitable to flatter and flatter. Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann naturally would not bend down to act with a person who was digging a pig's waist.

Furthermore, not only was this person thick-skinned, his EQ was also high. If this was considered, other than the weasel, there was no other suitable candidate.

The weasel himself was also very interested in this role. He had already begun putting on an act before even going upstairs.

"Alright, alright, Brother Huang, Director Huang. From now on, we're your followers, alright?"

Ye Wuji did not know whether to laugh or cry. He really did not know what the weasel's brain was filled with.

The weasel straightened its neck. " Hmm, other than its followers, it also has to be my bodyguard. When you encounter danger later, you have to help me take care of this."

After saying that, it walked towards the door with its head held high.

When he reached the elevator door, the weasel crossed its arms and stood at the door without moving.

Loong Xiaomann frowned and said, "What are you standing there for? Why didn't you press the button!"

"Cough, cough -"

The weasel coughed twice. Loong Xiaomann was stunned and did not know whether to laugh or cry. She said, "Fine, fine, fine. How can I trouble Brother Huang with this kind of thing? Let me push it for you."

The three of them just went all the way to the floor where Madman Zhao was.

"Stop, what are you doing!"

Although Madman Zhao owned a proper company and worked in a proper place, his core was still in the martial arts world.

Thus, the moment the three of them stepped out of the elevator door, a few people walked over and interrogated them.

"Hehe!"

The weasel looked at them and laughed coldly. He said to them in a strange tone, "Are you sure you want to know who I am?"

They were confused by the weasel's expression.

Before they could react, the weasel added, "It's fine if you want to know. I can tell you my identity now, but don't regret it when the time comes."

The few of them froze on the spot. The weasel narrowed his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Please wait a moment. I'll inform Brother Zhao."

One of them was defeated by the weasel's attitude and hurriedly went to report to Madman Zhao.

After a while, that person returned and respectfully said to the weasel, "Brother Zhao invites you in."

"Lead the way!"

The weasel waved his hand and a few bodyguards led the way.

Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann, who were behind, couldn't help but give the weasel a thumbs up. They couldn't help but admire the weasel's high EQ.

That small hand just now seemed to be putting on a show, but in fact... it was also putting on a show. However, this act had reached a level of perfection where there were no flaws.

Not to mention those few bodyguards, even if Yang Xuan met such a person, he would still have to weigh the weight in his heart.

The few words that he said had a lot of imagination, and coupled with the expression of the weasel, god knows what kind of powerful background this kid had.

"Brother Zhao, he's here."

The bodyguard led the weasel and the others into Madman Zhao's office.

Before Madman Zhao could speak, the weasel waved at the bodyguards and said, "You guys go out first and stand guard at the door. I have something very important to discuss with Director Zhao. If word of this gets out, all of you will die!"

The few bodyguards were stunned by the weasel. They actually listened to the weasel's orders and hurriedly ran outside to guard the door.

"Who are you? Why are you ordering my people around?"

Madman Zhao appeared somewhat displeased.

"Don't worry about who I am first!"

The weasel raised his hand and said, "If you must know my identity, I can tell you one of my identities first."

"You can think of it this way. Have you heard of the money-gifting boy? The one who specifically gives money to others."

"And I am your fortune giver. I am the fortune giver who specially came to give you fortune!"

"Ah?"

Madman Zhao had a dumbfounded expression. "What blessing did you give me? A pig's waist?"

"I..."

Madman Zhao's inconceivable answer almost caused the weasel to flip over on the spot.

Fortunately, he had experienced hundreds of battles in the world of posturing, so he quickly regained his senses. " What I'm giving you is a supreme honor, an endless amount of wealth and glory. It's just a single word from you, all the peddlers in the south... I'm giving you the glory of bringing a pig's waist in front of you!"

It had to be said that the weasel was a person with high EQ. He was especially good at attacking the weak points.

If it was just talking about power, wealth, and so on with Madman Zhao, Madman Zhao might not be able to understand it with his ability to understand.

Therefore, the weasel deliberately used the pig's waist that Madman Zhao was most familiar with as an example, and Madman Zhao instantly understood.

"May I know how to address this brother?"

Indeed, after Madman Zhao heard the words pig's waist, his expression clearly changed.

"Nanjiang, Huang Moxuan."

The weasel replied with a smile. The word Mo Xuan had been given to him a while ago.

The reason was that he accidentally saw a book one day. It was filled with modern poetry, and the weasel was instantly enlightened when he read it.

He tried to imitate Li Taibai's style several times and ended up failing. Not to mention the content, just the rhyme was enough for him to check the dictionary for an entire night.

He had always been very troubled by this matter. He firmly believed that he was a talent with a lot of experience, but why couldn't he write anything?

It was only when he saw the Modern Poetry Collection that he realized that poetry could be written like this. Wasn't it just to separate a pretentious essay, one sentence at a time, and then write it vertically?

Thus, within a week, the weasel fiercely wrote countless modern poems.

After he finished writing, he felt that if his excellent works were not published and passed down to future generations, it would be irresponsible to future generations of scholars.

Then, the weasel brought his poems to the publishing house.

The publishing house said that it could be published, but it needed to pay for it.

The weasel was extremely excited, and immediately decided to print a million copies first, and the funds were settled on the spot.2

The publishing house was overjoyed. Anyone could publish such a self-funded book, and it would be extremely beneficial to them.

Thus, a large group of people surrounded the weasel, the God of Wealth. When the editor in charge of publishing saw the signature, he kindly reminded them that they could use a more elegant name.

A fantasy novel that he had recently read popped up in the weasel's head. In it, there was a sect head called Li Moxuan.

At that time, he felt that this name was extremely awesome. Then, he gave himself a Huang Moxuan.

The weasel was perhaps the only one among the hoodlums who published a book.

In his words, a writer was his main identity. As for mingling in the Jianghu, it was just to experience life.

"Oh, Brother Huang, sit down. Someone come and make tea!"

Madman Zhao was especially polite to the weasel, because the words pig's waist had an extraordinary meaning to him.

"Well, Brother Huang, you just said that you have a way to make the entire southern pig's waist mine?"

Madman Zhao impatiently asked, as if he had already seen countless pig's waist flying towards him like raindrops.

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