Chapter 1083： Uncle, a bowl of beef and rice noodles

Ren Donglei was overjoyed, thinking that Jiang Siming was irritated by himself. After the punch, Jiang Siming's hand was at least broken.

Bang!

Click!

The imaginary voice appeared, but the joy on Ren Donglei's face only stayed for half a second, and then there was a sharp pain in his hand bone, tearing pain, making him subconsciously open his mouth and want to shout.

But Jiang Siming didn't give him a chance to open his mouth, and hit Ren Donglei's face with another punch.

Bang!

Ren Donglei was directly hit by a punch and flew out and hit the iron cage. Then two rows of molars were sprayed out, and his teeth were like rain.

As for Ren Donglei, he fainted directly.

This sudden scene made everyone on the scene unexpected.

The referee hurriedly stepped forward to check, and he rolled Ren Donglei's eyes. Well, he was almost rolling his eyes, so he quickly called the medical staff.

The on-site doctor came to the stage to check and found that Ren Donglei's right hand had a comminuted fracture, the teeth in his mouth were all polished, and the brain nerves were severely injured.

According to the doctor's diagnosis, even if Ren Donglei is cured, he is probably only a disabled dementia child in his life.

But the boxing match is like this, life and death are in peace, and injuries are inevitable.

Still the same sentence, just do not die.

Ren Donglei was carried down, and the host immediately announced Jiang Siming's victory.

But Jiang Siming didn't say anything, so he stepped down and left.

After that, Jiang Siming never appeared on stage again, as if he had never appeared before, disappearing out of thin air.

Some people even wanted to check Jiang Siming's registration information, but they were secretly taken away by the police. This ‘silence’ suddenly became the most mysterious figure in MMA history.

No one even knew who he was and what his name was.

This can be regarded as a complete sulking anger for Ning Xiaodang's family.

Ning Xiaodang's family wanted to invite Jiang Siming to dinner, but was told that Jiang Siming was not in Shanghai for the time being, and went to Guizhou.

Jiang Siming really went to Guizhou. The minerals detected by his mineral detector were the Carlin-type gold mine in Guizhou. The 300-ton Carlin-type gold mine was all mined.

Jiang Siming used to accept inspections and paid the company's migrant workers to let them go home for the New Year.

Jiang Siming has always liked the city of Guizhou, low-key and easy to talk.

One is near Yunnan, that is, next to his hometown.

The other is that Guizhou is close to Guangxi, and the place he went is exactly the city on the border of Guizhou and Guangxi.

Jiang Siming, the accent of Guangxi people, finds it unique, and they can speak Mandarin as a very interesting chat record.

Guangxi dialect is a bit similar to Cantonese, it's really fun when they take Mandarin with you seriously.

Moreover, Guangxi is similar to Yunnan, with mountains and rivers supporting people, and from the inside, there are either pretty boys or pretty girls.

Jiang Siming was called by the aunt in the cafeteria by a pretty boy, and he gradually became a pretty boy (laughing and crying).

Jiang Siming didn't take a plane this time, he teleported over directly with a small shift technique.

When I came to Guizhou, the night had just appeared.

Jiang Siming appeared in a night market.

Streets and alleys are filled with the voices of street vendors, aunts and uncles shouting pretty girls.

Seeing that Jiang Siming was not in a hurry, he simply sat down at the street stall and wanted to order Guizhou rice noodles for dinner.

"Uncle, a beef and (meat) rice noodles."

As soon as Jiang Siming came to Guizhou, he blended into the Guizhou accent perfectly, and he could not tell that he was not local.

"Good boy, wait a minute, Uncle will get it for you."

After the boss finished talking and worked hard, Jiang Siming was on a small stall, visiting the local customs of nearby Guizhou like a tourist.

The noisy, crowded night market, no one can imagine, sits a new richest man in Asia.

Jiang Siming sat in a chair in a low-key manner, turning his sense of presence into a duck egg, in a happy mood.

Soon the rice noodles were brought up, and Jiang Siming took out his chopsticks from his Qiankun bag.

Disposable chopsticks taste too strong, and everyone who has been used understands it. If possible, use your own chopsticks.

A chopstick picks up a wordy rice noodle and **** it down.

Not to mention it's really delicious, spicy and fragrant.

There are peanuts, beef, and coriander in the rice noodles, which is very satisfying.

Jiang Siming fits perfectly into the supper stall, eating something worth more than ten dollars like an ordinary person.

He never felt that he would give up his previous habit when he had money. That was how he came here. A meal for a dozen dollars is something that happens almost every day.

Now that he has money, he is still the same, and things that eat more than a dozen yuan are still very fragrant.

Quickly wiped out a bowl of rice noodles, Jiang Siming put twenty yuan on the table, ordered a bottle of ice, and walked comfortably in the night market.

Sometimes, a bowl of rice noodles and a bottle of Coke make people feel very happy.

But if mortals lower their expectations and needs, the happiness index they experience will be N times that of others.

Leaving the night market, Jiang Siming saw that the sky was getting dark, so he went to a nearby bank, took a sack of cash, screwed it, and drove a car to the gold mining camp.

It was almost night before arriving at the camp.

Because Jiang Siming came by taxi, the security guard thought it was an outsider and refused to let in. Fortunately, the manager hurried over and invited Jiang Siming in.

"Chairman, you are here to check and accept the gold, please here."

Jiang Siming raised his hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry for the time being. Now that the gold mine is finished, the workers should also go back to celebrate the New Year. Call them all and pay them."

When the manager heard it, he felt that he was following the right person. Such an angry boss!

The gold miners immediately gathered together, all at the age of Jiang Siming's father, and some were young faces.

They were all wearing mine clothes, in tatters and mud and dust everywhere.

Jiang Siming did not dislike it, and personally delivered the money to them one by one.

"A lot of money! My salary doesn't seem so high."

"Yes, I remember my salary was only more than 20,000 yuan, why did the chairman give me 60,000 yuan."

"I am also sixty thousand here."

"I am eighty thousand."

"I am also eighty thousand."

The workers were all talking about it with the money.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Have you never heard of the year-end award?"

"Year-end bonus? And this thing? I thought only white-collar workers have it." A worker said very surprised.

He has worked in many construction sites, but he has never won a year-end award.

One is that many bosses don't care much about workers and won't give out year-end bonuses. Another possibility is that this man is too cheating and all he encounters are stingy bosses.

Jiang Siming smiled, and said, "If you work here, you will definitely get a year-end bonus. If you do a good job, you can be promoted to a full-time employee of our company and enjoy five social insurances, one housing fund and subsidies."

The workers were so happy.

"Boss, what are we doing next year?"

A worker asked.

Jiang Siming smiled and nodded, "Of course there is."

All the workers are excited to say that they will follow the company next year.

Jiang Siming thought that his mineral detector should be able to detect the second mineral deposit next year, otherwise he could go to the sea.

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[Author's digression]: The third update has been passed ~ updated this morning, but it has not been updated in the past few days, because on the 24th Sake has to accompany my mother to Changsha Xiangya Hospital to review the body, it takes two days to delay, so Sake I have written four changes every day these days, but I have to keep one change so that I don’t have to wait until the 24th to go to the hospital. When the sake comes back, I will often add more~