Chapter 639

In the torrential rain, the people in the city returned home, but the victims outside the city had nowhere to avoid. They could only nestle in the corner of the wall and try to shrink themselves into a ball to avoid the rapid loss of temperature.

"Can you live to the end of the rain?"

Such doubts in everyone's mind, but how can not come to an answer.

In the prime minister's house, the old servant couldn't help sighing when he heard the words from the young man. His eyes and eyebrows were filled with compassion for the common people.

Thinking of what the old servant had said, the old servant's eyes twinkled. Finally, he clenched his fingers and made up his mind.

"You go and call everyone over." He said.

Looking at the boy's back quickly disappeared in front of his eyes, the old servant's straight body swayed for a moment, and soon stood up straight again.

All the people didn't know the old servant's plan. They were at a loss when they came to him.

Ever since the old servant was put into prison, they have been in fear that the prime minister's house will be ruined and they will have no place to stay.

The servant's eyes swept a little bit from them, and then he said, "the master is still in prison now. I don't know when he will be safe."

"I know that people in the government are in a panic these days. I understand you, but I can't stand it."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and there seemed to be a fierce light when he looked at people.

People who are swept by his eyes, even if they think they are dignified, will feel tight and tremble uncontrollably.

"In that case, I'll give you a chance today." The old servant said in a loud voice, "if you don't want to be tied up in the prime minister's house, you can leave today."

His too sharp eyes have converged. At this time, he looks more like an ordinary old man, but everyone standing here dare not regard him as a real old man!

They could not guess whether the old servant's words were true or false, or whether it was a trial before raising the butcher's knife. They stood in the same place one by one with stiff faces. They did not dare to change their expressions at all, let alone announce their departure in full view of the public.

After waiting quietly for a while, the old servant said again, "this is the last chance for you. If you seize it, the prime minister's office will never stop you again."

"But if you don't take this opportunity, you will do something sorry to the prime minister's office in the future..."

The next threat, old servant swallow down, the expression on the face is as usual calm, can't see half of ferocious look.

But all the people who heard what he said could not help shivering and shivering.

Leaving? Or insist? This is a simple and complicated subject.

I don't know how long after that, someone finally summoned up the courage and stood in front of the old servant.

"Tell me, your choice." Looking at some familiar people, the old servant's expression did not change.

He waved to the people next to him to start recording.

"I I I want to leave! " The man bowed his head and did not dare to look at the old servant. His voice was trembling, but his voice was very firm.

"Go back and pack up your things," said the old servant, "and move out before dark."

The man thought that he would receive difficulties or even insults, but he didn't expect that everything was so normal and natural.

Under such circumstances, it seems that his mind is dirty and his stomach is narrow.

His expression changed. He could not help looking up at the old servant standing in front of him and asked in a low voice, "don't you blame me?"

Glancing at him carelessly, the old servant flatly denied, "people are selfish. What's more, the prime minister's office is in danger now. It's normal for you to choose a better place."

After that, the old servant waved his hand impatiently and drove him aside.

"Is there anyone else?" The old servant asked in a deep voice.

It's too much because someone has tried. This time, the old servant got a lot of responses.

From the faces of those people, the old servant could see all kinds of different expressions, but it made him feel a little funny.

The noisy voice disappeared from my ears, and the old servant came back from a trance. Only then did he find that time had passed for a long time.

He blinked, pressing down the fatigue in his heart.

Looking forward, the old servant looked at the people who chose to stay in front of him. The number of them was beyond his imagination.

After a moment's silence, the servant asked in a low voice, "have you made a good choice? You should be aware that today's prime minister's house is just a boat swaying in the wind and rain, and it is no longer the existence that once could provide you with shelter. "

There was a faint tangle on someone's face, but soon only firmness was left.

They looked at the old servant with a smile on their lips, and their eyes were determined to die."Life is the man of the prime minister's office, death is the ghost of the prime minister's office!" They yelled with one voice, their faces firm.

"You bought me from renyazi at the beginning. Since then, I only know the prime minister's family!"

"We are all the children of the family in the government. There is no reason why we should not recognize the family's sufferings."

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They talk about the reasons for their decision, and they are sincere in every word.

Unconsciously, the old servant's eyes turned red, his eyelashes moistened and stuck together.

Don't want to lose face in front of these people, the old servant took a long breath, looked up at the sky, some difficult pressure down the too turbulent tears.

"You are all good children..." The old servant murmured.

Those people look at each other and feel embarrassed.

The emotional flow from the heart only lasted for a short period of time, and the old servant soon became what he used to be.

"Don't worry, if you choose the prime minister's office, the prime minister's office will also protect you!"

Those people just listen to the assurance of the old servant's understatement, but they don't care at all.

The old servant didn't say anything more about their looks.

"Now the disaster victims gather outside the city, and they have to give porridge in the house to accumulate blessings for the old servant," the old servant said. "It's up to you."

Those people were stunned for a while, looking at each other, they found that all of them seemed to be the expressions carved in a mold.