On TV, Zhuang Notoyuan is being interviewed.

Behind him, the grandparents and grandchildren of the Lumo people were assembling houses. For them, the cold weather seemed to have no feeling at all. At minus twenty degrees Celsius, they were wearing thin clothes and even exposed their solid arms.

Several hammers beside him were squatting and watching. Hu Damu was very upset with him and scolded, "I'm working here, are you watching him? Why don't you come and help me quickly?"

The Hammer Man is probably the lowest-ranking creature in the manor, because most of them are prisoners.

The people of Mo are also used to scolding them.

These hammers themselves knew their status well, and he heard this and rushed forward to help.

Who would have thought that Zhuang saw it not far away, and rushed forward and said, "Wait!"

Several Hammers and the Mo people were stunned.

"How can you let the hammers work? We set up this base to protect the hammers and give them a chance to start their life again. How can the hammers be done by the hammers, right?" Zhuang Buyuan said righteously, and then said with a kind look to the hammers beside him: "Come on, come here, come here."

The hammer man walked to the side of the village in a daze, his body trembling.

On Zhuang Buyuan, they could smell a brutal smell of blood. This is definitely a tyrant! Super tyrant!

Next to him, the man in Mo was also confused. Why is the owner of the manor going crazy?

No, the owner of the manor must have wanted to do something wrong if he does this.

Zhuang Buyuan brought the Hammerman to the camera and said, "Everyone has seen it. This is the best place for Hammerman to find."

"But it is not easy to build a Hammer Rescue Camp here." Zhuang Buyuan said, "It's too cold here. Our workers are very inefficient, and many of them are frostbite."

The reporter's camera shot at the man working next to him.

The man looked confused and looked blankly at the camera with his shirtless look.

Zhuang Buyuan winked at them, and they quickly pretended to be trembling.

The reporters said...

Damn, can you tell lies with your eyes open?

Zhuang Buyuan quickly changed the topic and said: "Even the Hammers who have never been afraid of the cold are trembling with cold..."

The camera turned to the hammer man next to him again.

Zhuang not far away turned around, and the owner of the manor stared at him with a brutal scrutiny. The group of hammered men were so scared that they shook wildly like sieve.

"We have tried our best to provide a warm and comfortable environment for Hammerman, but the materials are indeed in short supply at present. We need our future to create together. Do you also sympathize with these poor people in front of the TV and hope to give them a better home?"

"I am here to call on every caring person in the world, every person who sympathizes with and likes Hammers, please extend your hands and help Hammers build their own homes and give them a brand new tomorrow... They are just a group of homeless and poor people, and we should let them feel the warmth of the world."

"Our Hammer Relief Organization is a non-profit organization that mainly relies on donations to maintain its operation. There is a lack of funds at present. I am here to ask the world for donations, so let us create a better tomorrow for Hammer."

"Our donation account is: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. We accept a variety of donations and various coins. You can log in to the website directly..."

Next to them, several servants from the manor and the Knights of the Fighting Chicken looked at each other: "What are the owners doing?"

"From my shallow knowledge, the owner of the manor wants to cheat people again."

"Whose money will be cheated on?"

"Of course it's those fans of Hammerman." Zhuang not far away ended the interview, came over and said, "You haven't seen the public opinion on the Internet. A large number of people are calling for the Hammerman to live and save Hammerman. They also have human rights... Who dares to say something bad about Hammerman? They want to go forward and fight with others."

"There are so many hammer fans on the Internet. If one person takes out a knife, then there will be at least tens of millions of knifes!"

"So, don't look at these hammered people as inconspicuous, they are actually considered God of Wealth." Zhuang Buyuan patted the shoulder of a servant next to him and said, "Learn a little, this is the trick to make money anytime and anywhere!"

The servant immediately nodded repeatedly and expressed his admiration for Zhuang's wise Shenwu.

Then the village was waiting for various donations to fly over from all directions like snowflakes.

In the evening, Zhuang Buyuan asked Liu Jinge: "How much money is there in the donation account?"

Liu Jinge took a look and said, "2.5..."

"100 million?"

"knife."

"250 million yuan?" Zhuang Buyuan was so happy. Look, look, this made 250 million yuan.

"What are you thinking about by the owner of the manor? It only costs 2.5 dollars..."

"What?" Zhuang Buyuan couldn't believe it, so he donated so much?

"Wait..." Zhuang Buyuan suddenly thought, "2.5 yuan, isn't the amount left in it when we opened an account before?"

"Mom sells the price!" Zhuang Buyuan was upset, "These Virgin bitches were shouting loudly. It was really their turn to pay, and there was no one left!"

Zhuang Buyuan turned around and looked at the group of hammers like old men, squatting beside him, and said, "What are you still staying there? Go to work quickly! Haven't you seen so many houses to build? Whoever dares to be lazy will sink me to the sea!"

The hammerer hurriedly ran to work, rushing to the top, for fear that he would be sunk into the river by the village not far away.

Zhuang Buyuan didn't expect that the scene was taken by a reporter again, and soon the Internet became excited again.

"Unforbidden to abuse the Hammerman!"

"The Hammer Man is our friend, not our slave!"

"Tyrant! Executioner who ignores human rights!"

"Please treat the hammerer well and the world well!"

"Tyrant dies!"

There were even a place where parades broke out, strongly condemning Zhuang Buyuan's abuse of Hammer Man.

"Hey, you Virgin bitches don't pay for the money when you pay, but you are active at this time?" Zhuang Buyuan was angry. Are you unhappy? I will make you even more unhappy.

Another advertisement was broadcast on TV.

An iceberg floated on the sea, and the sides of the iceberg were flattened, and a huge target was drawn with red paint.

Zhuang Buyuan chased behind a hammer man, kicked the hammer man down with one kick, then dragged him and stuffed him into the cannon barrel.

With a loud "boom", the hammer man was shot out, screaming and shooting directly into the iceberg opposite, and with a puff, he plunged into the iceberg.

“7 rings!”

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..." The hammered man was shot out like a bead cannon, and he was tied up on the iceberg opposite and struggling pitifully.

"Warriors, do you want to enjoy the fun of launching Hammer Cannons? With only 100,000 knives, you can defeat and catch Hammers with your own hands and launch Hammers! We are waiting for you in the Green Island Harbor Hammers Rescue Camp. Dear..."

You can always make money this time!
Chapter completed!