Chapter 903

People who know about Zheng Feiyue know that the city Lord likes meetings, so during the construction of the city Lord's house, a large and bright conference room was specially built, even larger than the main hall.

The first to use this conference room were Zheng Feiyue and Liu Qingfeng.

As the vice captain of the investigation team, Liu Qingfeng attached great importance to his first task and was full of the idea of doing a big job. As soon as he entered the gate of the city master's house, he entered the working state and pulled the city master Zheng who planned to see Wang Buyi into the conference room.

Zheng Feiyue yawned. Today, he cooked, received, and fought with the patriarch. Finally, he had to lick Liu Qingmang. He was really tired.

"There's still a lot of time. What's the hurry?"

Liu Qingfeng said contemptuously, "as a silver deacon, you don't want to solve problems for the general League. Believe it or not, if I write to the headquarters, you can pick your brand for dereliction of duty?"

"Only children complain." Zheng Feiyue smiled and shrunk in his chair, looking bleary eyed. "Of course, you're not a child, so you won't complain."

"Do you think you know me very well?" Liu Qingfeng tilted his eyes.

Zheng Feiyue smiled but said nothing.

After a period of contact, he had a preliminary understanding of the temperament of the famous family. He was jealous of evil and proud. He disdained to report such a thing.

Of course, if he's not in a hurry.

"List!"

Liu Qingfeng grimaced and stretched out his hand directly to Zheng Feiyue. He understood that the mayor of Zheng was an old Youzi. It was no use worrying with him. He had to do things by himself.

"When I finish my task, I'll give you a copy to the headquarters!" Liu Qingfeng thought.

Zheng Feiyue yawned, picked up the paper and pen already prepared in the conference room, brushed and wrote down more than a dozen names, and then handed them to Liu Qingfeng.

Liu Qingfeng began to read the name above: "Wang Xiaohua, iron... Isn't wang Xiaohua dead?"

Zheng Feiyue said with a smile, "I'm not dead."

Liu Qingfeng sneered, "although I'm not dead, it's almost like death. What's your heart to let me go to the evil god sect?"

Zheng Feiyue shrugged: "I'm just considering the task. Wang Xiaohua is really the most suitable candidate. If you please move him, the whole cult can be used by us."

Liu Qingfeng was not a fool. He soon turned around and said angrily, "you don't want people, but to let me help you investigate Wang Xiaohua's recovery?"

Zheng Feiyue shrugged noncommittally.

The present one is a little spiritual, not as stupid as he imagined.

"Zheng Feiyue!" Liu Qingfeng's anger rose. "I regard you as a hero. I was full of expectation to make friends with you before. It's disappointing for me! You are not only a sycophant, but also use such despicable means, which is despised!"

This made Zheng Feiyue laugh.

outstanding figures?

What kind of life did people who can say these four words live in the past? It's really curious!

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Qingfeng said angrily.

Zheng Feiyue sighed and felt obliged to teach the future gold medal deacon of the general League. He kicked the chair around him and said, "sit down and let's talk."

"If the task is not completed in one day, I won't sit down!"

Liu Qingfeng roared loudly, his words were deafening, and the sound waves hit the wall of the conference room.

Zheng Feiyue smiled again.

He's really a guy with a strong sense of mission. Let's say a bucket of rice supports hundreds of people. It's really strange to see this man in the poor mountains and waters on the east bank.

"If you don't sit, don't sit... I know what you think. The rumored Zheng Feiyue can invent the immortal net and fight against the evil god sect. He must be a talented, heroic and detached childe Lang Lang, right?"

Liu Qingfeng was a little unnatural. Zheng Feiyue accurately expressed his previous assumptions and said coldly, "this is just my previous idea. Now you are just a pickled layman in my eyes."

"Rumors don't mean reality. To tell you the truth, I came to mulberry ghost town a few years ago with my brothers. I can't afford a full meal. Heroic? If I had that thing, the body would have been thrown to the mass grave and rotted." Zheng Feiyue shook his head.

Liu Qingfeng frowned: "don't you have a fairy net? Even the seven major doors depend on you to make money. Why so?"

"Ha ha ha."

Zheng Feiyue was amused by this naive speech again. Until Liu Qingfeng's face was completely gloomy, he shook his head and said, "do you know the class? The general League, the general League, the small and medium-sized general League, the scattered repair, and the grass-roots people formed the class of the world layer by layer.

Everyone has to rely on the class to survive. The people at the bottom climb up. Of course, you can, but when you climb up, someone will be squeezed down. Are the people above willing?

For people like you born at the top, Xianwang is really a good thing. You can do many things with it. No one dares to say anything, because their class is lower than you.

And I was born at the bottom. When I took out the fairy net and wanted to do something, countless people would jump out, either out of jealousy or greed, trying every means to destroy me and rob the fairy net by the way!

Do you know what that means? "

Liu Qingfeng was stunned by Zheng Feiyue's remarks and asked subconsciously, "what does it mean?"

Zheng Feiyue showed a difficult smile: "it means that there are no heroes in this world. In this human eating soil, heroes come to no good end. Most of them die. Those who survive by chance are hidden in the pimple corner and won't let you see."

Liu Qingfeng was stunned and felt that his world outlook was being changed a little.

Zheng Feiyue saw that the boy was shocked and threw out the last bomb: "I'm not a hero. At most, I'm a struggling person. In your words, I'm just a pickled layman.

To be exact, I'm not even a pickled layman. I've done everything to keep me and my brothers alive. Do you know why I can become a silver deacon? "

Liu Qingfeng came back and said, "naturally, it's because you've done a good job in catching the remaining sins of tongtianmen."

He's talking about Li Hui.

Zheng Feiyue raised his mouth: "a Li Hui makes me a bronze deacon at most. You have been in the general League for a long time, so you don't even know these?"

Liu Qingfeng didn't understand: "isn't it because you are famous and the general League sees that you are a material that can be made, that you are promoted exceptionally?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Zheng Feiyue laughed again. He suddenly agreed with what Li xiner said before: the guy in front of him is really cute.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Qingfeng frowned.

Zheng Feiyue smiled out of breath, holding his stomach and said, "famous? Can you make materials? Who told you this, Deacon sun or your uncle? Ha ha!"

"Isn't it?"

Anger climbed up Liu Qingfeng's eyebrows. He felt that Zheng Feiyue was playing with himself.

"Of course not!"

Zheng Feiyue finally stopped laughing and stretched out two fingers to Liu Qingfeng: "I can become a silver deacon because I gave your uncle 40 merit items. Even this captain position was bought with 20 merit items!"