Chapter 70 This review is enough for my eunuch!
"Fang Ping was the Deputy Minister of Intelligence of the Third Army."
Die Yunfei's words were astonishing, and Chen Banxian was immediately shocked and stared at him, how did this guy sneak up to such a high place?
Is it possible that you still want to play a secret development and then surprise everyone?
Fang Ping still wanted to hide, but it was obvious that he couldn't hide anymore, so he ran out anxiously.
Beside him, Zhou Bai's eyes widened. The person hiding with him was actually the Deputy Minister of Intelligence?
The boss is actually by my side! Could it be that his little tent is some kind of feng shui treasure, and big bosses are staying there one after another!
The boss felt very guilty at this time, and his voice sounded like a mosquito:
"Brother Die, I'm just a deputy minister. I don't know much."
He betrayed his boss with a backhand: "But I know where the Minister of Intelligence is. I... will take you to find him?"
Die Yunfei coughed slightly, slightly embarrassed:
"We accidentally beat the chief minister to death. Let's just ask Deputy Minister Fang if he knows where the food reserves of the third shelter are."
Beaten to death? Fang Ping's legs trembled: "I know, I definitely know!"
He did not delve into how the chief minister "missed", but took the initiative to tell the locations of several granaries and racked his brains to recall all the previous information.
He needs to go find the granary with Die Yunfei and others, which is the top priority at the moment.
"Brother Die, Chen Banxian and I are good brothers. I will tell you everything."
He was afraid that this person would also make a mistake for him, so he would be right to build a good relationship first.
"Don't worry." Die Yunfei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really didn't think about Fang Ping, and he also pressed Zhang Fangshu and needed his help to ask for some information.
Everyone in the circle knows that the word "Fang Ping" makes people talk about it!
Die Yunfei can be considered the boss of the Third Sanctuary.
Chen Banxian sighed with emotion. He watched helplessly as this man, who had been on the run for a long time, suddenly turned around and started singing.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and flipped through a thick booklet he was carrying.
He turned to the last few pages and found the recorded information.
"That's right Fang Ping!" he shouted:
"Our dormitory is occupied by other bastards, and they won't let me pack my things. You can go back and ask Sister Mo to do me a favor."
He smiled evilly: "The security guard downstairs in the dormitory, job number 6154."
"The receptionist at the management office, his job number is..." He didn't think of it, so he said confidently:
"I forgot my work number. Anyway, there are only three of them, so I'll arrest them all."
"Can you deliver a 100,000-word review to me here within two days?"
Although he was asking Fang Ping, he was obviously looking at Die Yunfei.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late. It has been delayed for so long. It's time to be a gentleman again.
"We can definitely do it!" Die Yunfei nodded helplessly, then looked at Xiaoyan again.
"You go and do this, and then we hand over the review together."
Xiaoyan nodded with a confused expression. He didn't know whether he should be lucky or consider himself unlucky?
Let's just say I'm lucky. Ten thousand words for no reason would make my hand smoke.
Call it unlucky, there are still two hundred thousand words left, I'm afraid the Rasengan will come out.
After that, Die Yunfei left in a hurry. He still had a lot of things to be busy with and deal with.
There will be a meeting later to announce that the third shelter has changed its owner. Die Yunfei left the hexagram gold and promised to come back to find Chen Banxian before leaving.
The hexagram gold is very rich!
A full thousand contribution points!
Chen Banxian was jealous and touched it with his hand unwillingly.
A thousand mission points suddenly turned into light and rushed into his body. His heart was bleeding. If you don't open a good thing for me, I will be in a hurry!
"Ding, get the entry-level space secret."
beginner level?
Chen Banxian stood on the hexagram stall and comprehended it carefully.
He himself suddenly became a non-existent space, where time was not defined, like a kaleidoscope drawing many dazzling patterns.
When he finished reading it and comprehended it, he could immediately realize some wonderful uses of space.
Just like directing the fingers of your arm, if you pull your fingertips forward, you will see another place hundreds of meters away, and you can cross it with one step.
Looking closer, you can see that the folded space can defend against sudden attacks. It is very fun to enter from here and come out from there.
For example, if he opens the space in front of his lower body, he can see other people's butts, or... his own butt...
"What am I thinking!"
He was suddenly frightened, thinking that this was an inner demon caused by watching too many pornographic videos, so he quickly concentrated and meditated, and then understood the other effects.
What about storage space?
He tried and found he couldn't.
You need to open up a small space in your body that can follow you at all times. What a waste!
You can only put things at home and take them across space when you use them. The distance cannot be too far.
The introductory space mysteries are still weak and have no deterrent effect at all. Any stronger means can break the fragile space barriers.
For example, he had previously pried Die Yunfei's steel bars, such as his sudden attack that pierced the space.
"I remember, Die Yunfei hasn't entered the second realm yet, right?"
He rubbed his chin and thought, maybe after entering the second level and doing fortune telling, the entry level will become the proficiency level? Then Die Yunfei can't die too early.
wrong! Am I becoming a nanny? He narrowed his eyes and realized that something was not right.
You have to figure out the pros and cons of having a full meal.
…
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the extraordinary people of the Third Sanctuary gathered, and earth-shaking changes took place.
The first is to build defense projects and expand the scope of the shelter to ensure that everyone can live in it.
The second is to cultivate fertile fields. Any extraordinary person who is interested in the growth of plant food can actively sign up. Now the leaders are also extraordinary people and will not oppress or threaten them.
Third, everyone must voluntarily form defense forces to resist an increasingly dangerous world.
The fourth is a series of convenient measures for the masses, etc.
For example, there will be no charge for residence, management fees and health fees will be reduced, and trade with the first and second shelters will be opened.
Die Yunfei also personally went to contact the masses to understand their needs and concerns and formulate more measures.
People immediately sighed, the weather in this shelter has been well changed!
A series of decisions made this afternoon made everyone re-recognize the sister demon, and he was honored as the sister president.
They supported this new leader from the bottom of their hearts, and many hidden extraordinary beings no longer concealed themselves, and immediately joined this great cause of reviving mankind!
They want to break up this doomsday wasteland and condense it into tall buildings again!
Everyone was excited and cheering, as if they saw hope for the future!
Except three people.
Xiaoyan writes so hard that he has used up two pen refills, but he is still working hard!
The three salesmen in the management office begged their grandfather to sue their grandmother, hoping that someone would write it for them.
They first found some survivors who looked like students at the mission release area.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Who didn't know my codename was Bi Xian when I was studying? Tell me, how many words are there for self-reflection?"
This student's chest was beating loudly. If he wrote a review, he would get 50 contribution points, making a lot of money.
"Is it a thousand words? Or five thousand words? I promise to write it beautifully for you!"
The three people said nervously: "Ten...one hundred thousand words."
“Isn’t it just one hundred thousand words, huh? One hundred thousand?!
The student's face turned pale, and then he became angry: "Are you kidding me?"
"We each have one hundred thousand." The amateurs were also aggrieved. They had guns pointed at their heads for no apparent reason. They would never see the sun tomorrow until they finished writing their self-reviews!
"Farewell." The student walked away. Three hundred thousand words was enough for him to write a TJ novel!
Let’s just say... Can you please stop talking about my previous tj’s book? It should be noted that the prodigal son will never be replaced by gold. I have squandered enough, so I’m done with it. I only love my dear readers...