833: C833 This Was a High-level Conversation

C833 This Was a High-level Conversation

Madman Zhao was stunned for a moment. When he realized what had happened, he slapped himself hard on the forehead. "Oh my god, that's true. Brother Huang, you saved my life!"

"I'll definitely repay you for your kindness. Wait for me for a moment. I'll make a call and immediately get someone to roast some of the best pork trotters. We'll have a good meal."

The weasel felt a chill in his heart, but he still maintained a calm expression. "The matter of the pig waists will be settled first. We're all brothers, so don't be so polite."

"Let's talk about that bunch of Jackals. They have strong combat strength and their whereabouts are mysterious. If you rely on your own interests to fight them, you definitely won't be able to do it."

"That's why I have to think of another way."

Madman Zhao asked, "What method?"

The weasel pretended to be profound as he rubbed his chin and said, "Director Zhao, before I answer you, I want to play a game with you first."

Madman Zhao asked doubtfully, "What game? Bet on a pig's waist?"

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"No, Director Zhao, although the pig's waist is beautiful, there are still many other wonderful things in this world besides the pig's waist. Let's not keep holding onto the pig's waist and not let it go, OK?"

The weasel felt a little dizzy.

He had seen people addicted to power, money, and beauty in his life.

However, this was the first time he had seen someone indulging in a pig's waist. It was as if in the eyes of Madman Zhao, this world was made up of pig's waist.

If one day he told him that all the pigs in this world had gone extinct, Madman Zhao's world would probably collapse.

"This game is like this..."

The weasel looked around. "Director Zhao, do you have chopsticks or small wooden sticks or bamboo sticks or something like that? Even if you don't have toothpicks, it's fine."

Madman Zhao waved his hand. "I never pick my teeth when I eat a pig's waist. Can you take a look at this?"

As he spoke, Madman Zhao pulled open the drawer and took out a bunch of bamboo sticks that were as thick as chopsticks.

The weasel was stunned. "Why is there such a thing in your drawer?"

Madman Zhao replied, "It's very normal. These are used to wear a pig's waist. It's more convenient to carry them around."

The weasel replied, "Alright."

"This game is like this."

The weasel picked up a bamboo stick and handed it to Madman Zhao. "Try and see if you can break it."

Madman Zhao had a puzzled look on his face, but he still took the bamboo stick. With a gentle twist of his hands, he easily broke the bamboo stick.

"What's next?"

Madman Zhao was dumbfounded. He had no idea what was so fun about this game.

"Next, it's very simple."

The weasel placed all the bamboo sticks on the table into a pile and handed them to Madman Zhao. "Try to break them again."

"Break the bamboo sticks again. If they break, what can I use to wear a pig's waist?"

Madman Zhao's heart ached.

"When the time comes, can't I just get someone to cut you up again? Hurry up and break it!"

The weasel felt that if they continued to chat like this, he could not guarantee that he would break down because of the pig's waist.

"Then I'll break it."

Madman Zhao grabbed the two pieces of the bamboo sticks with both hands and exerted force once again.

Crack －

More than a hundred bamboo sticks were instantly broken into two pieces.

"It's done. What's next?"

Madman Zhao looked at the weasel seriously.

Black lines appeared on the weasel's forehead. "Next... next..."

At this moment, the weasel felt like crying to death.

Initially, he wanted to use this game to act cool and then tell Madman Zhao through the game that unity was the principle of strength.

However, he never would have thought that he would be so forceful that he didn't follow the script at all!

Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann who were standing by the side almost had internal injuries from holding it in.

They thought to themselves that this pretentious saint, the weasel, had finally met a tough opponent. When the pretentious king met a fool, it was even more frustrating than when a scholar met a soldier.

"Brother Huang, let me tell you about this. You have said so much and already drank all the water. Why don't you drink a cup of water and rest first?"

Loong Xiaomann was afraid that the weasel would continue to cause trouble like this and cause trouble. She hurriedly took a step forward and indicated for the weasel to rest at one side. Brother Huang, let me tell you about this. You have said so much and it has already dried up. Why don't you drink a cup of water and rest first.

The weasel reckoned that it had been a long time since it had acted in such a satisfying manner. It waved at Loong Xiaomann and said, "No need. This is a conversation between our superiors. You just stand by the side."

After saying that, he smiled at Madman Zhao and said, "Sorry, my subordinate is rude and disrespectful. He lacks discipline and made Director Zhao laugh."

Loong Xiaomann's pretty face instantly turned green. She wished that she could pull out her knife and cut the weasel on the spot.

No manners?

Lack of discipline?

He was courting death!

Luckily, Yang Xuan managed to pull Loong Xiaomann back in time. Otherwise, Loong Xiaomann would have used one hand to touch the back of her waist.

"Brother Huang, I think what Xiaomann said is right. Although this is a conversation between the higher ups, we, as subordinates, can also be a microphone. Don't you think so?"

Yang Xuan said to the weasel with a smile. One of his hands seemed to be casually placed on the weasel's back.

"I have already said that there is no need. This kind of thing, I..."

The weasel was halfway through his sentence when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly changed his words. "Yes, yes, yes. I am indeed thirsty. Director Zhao, let my subordinate tell you. I need to drink a cup of water to rest."

Madman Zhao was dumbfounded. He scratched his head and said, "Didn't you just say that this is a conversation between the higher-ups?"

"Haha, it's the same!"

Yang Xuan smiled at Madman Zhao and said, "We are just Brother Huang's tools of speech. Every word that we say is what Brother Huang said at that time."

After saying that, he gave Loong Xiaomann a look. Loong Xiaomann quickly went forward and sat on the chair. She looked at Madman Zhao and said, "Director Zhao, with your personal interests, this matter definitely cannot be done. You might even have to involve yourself in it."0

"But we can borrow strength to fight. Think about it. How many powers in the martial arts world are there in the south? If we unite together, we might not be able to do anything to those Jackal. "

Madman Zhao thought for a while and frowned, "That's true, but why should they listen to my orders? I don't have so many pigs to send to them."

Loong Xiaomann smiled playfully and said," There is no need for pig waists because we have a better idea. "

"Director Zhao, think about it. Now that Wen Tian has suffered a loss, and it's not convenient for him to do it himself, he can only break his teeth and swallow it down."

"What he wants the most right now is for someone to stand out and help him vent his anger."

"Director Zhao, you can make use of this. First, stand out and declare war on the entire Southern Pugilistic World."

"Then, you can declare war in the name of venting your anger on Wentian. After that, you can organize a Dog Fighting Alliance and propose that anyone who wants to take revenge on Wentian can join the alliance."

"Think about it. This is to do things for Wentian. Once your proposal is made, those big and small Pugilistic World forces will squeeze their heads into the alliance."

"If at this time, who is still outside the ferry, wouldn't it be obvious that they are unwilling to stand on the same side as Wentian?"

"I think no one in this world would be so stupid. Director Zhao, what do you think?"

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