"You can teach me!" Dai Li, the director of the Military Affairs Bureau, clapped the telegram in his hand and said loudly.

"This move is poisonous." Zheng Jiemin, who has a round face, began to shake again. "It is a way to destroy No. 7 when he starts from a minion."

"Let the insider try his best to create a list of the 76th person within five days, and it is best not to miss the cook." Dai Li said viciously: "Please help from Mr. Du to find out their address and home situation. I want to see Ding Mo, Li Shiqun, these two bastards, have become lonely people, how can they fight me."

"Let the Shanghai newspapers publish a message, threaten and advise, and those minions are allowed to get out of the 76th within five days, otherwise they will be given bullets." Dai Li continued.

"I ordered all the operation teams in Shanghai to suspend their activities and prepare for a ruthless person. It would probably not be too difficult to kill these minions, right?" Dai Li said while thinking.

"No problem." Zheng Jiemin nodded affirmatively, "It is more troublesome to kill those big guys. We are too professional to deal with these gangsters who have just been recruited by No. 76."

"That's good." Dai Li nodded happily, suddenly remembered something again, and asked, "Didn't the Central Government have an action plan to assassinate Ding Mo? How much do we know now?"

"I only know a rough idea." Zheng Jiemin said with some regret: "Using Ding Mo's lustfulness, the Central Committee is preparing to use the beauty trick to lure him."

Dai Li pondered for a moment, "If you use more thoughts and understand this plan, we are not trying to compete for success. We are just afraid of collisions with each other."

Wu Ming led Hong Yue out of the slum. Although the smell inside really made Hong Yue unable to stand it, he was afraid that Wu Ming would be unhappy, so he forced himself to not cover his nose. He pretended to be stuffy and took out a handkerchief to slap the wind hard.

Wu Ming glanced at Hong Yue with some amusement and said, "This smell is really bad. You don't have to be so afraid of me. I can tell the difference between fragrance and smell. On the surface, it's another thing in my heart. I don't like it."

Hong Yue let out a long breath and immediately covered her nose with a handkerchief. She said repeatedly: "It smells so smelly, so smelly!"

"Let's go!" Wu Ming reached out and called a tricycle, "Let's go to the people's market to find Ren Baochuan. When you come out, you have to meet each other!"

It was already past nine o'clock when the two of them arrived at the market. This was the most lively time for the market transactions.

"Take a private car for Mr. Liu, who has a big problem with his life?" A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper said loudly. Wu Ming and Hong Yuexun walked over and heard from the neighbors in Baochuan that he had the strength to make a living by pulling a car. He also had a stubborn temper and always offended people. He used to be able to rent a car to work, but now he has no money for renting a car.

With the voice of the butler, several men stepped out of the ranks.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Just one! Which one is a skilled person?"

There were only two men left standing there, with the butler's eyes burning. He looked around the man like a selection of animals, tapped their chests with his fists, reached out to pinch their arms, and nodded, as if he was quite satisfied.

"Come on", the housekeeper waved his hand, "Come and have a look!"

"Go aside! Look at Liuliu Maluo!" The troubling man next to him served as a preacher, shouting out an alley in the middle of the street, and joking at the two men.

A younger man frowned and stood there without moving. The other man blushed, gritted his teeth, rolled up his trousers, took a breath, shook his hands and feet, and ran along the street......

"Baochuan." Seeing the butler hired a good person to leave, a man a little older came out and patted the young man on the shoulder just now, "You have good kung fu, but you are too stubborn. If you don't change, who will use you?"

The young man sighed, "I just can't hold my face down and let them fiddle with it like picking animals."

"Face is important or belly is important." Wu Ming sneered from the side: "I can't even put my own position right, why are you pretending to be noble here? It's just a stupid person

"You..." Ren Baochuan blushed, clenched his fists, and stared at Wu Ming. Although he didn't understand the new term Wu Ming said, he still understood the general meaning.

"Sit there first and think about what you are here for?" Wu Ming shook the fan indifferently, "If you don't run a few times, who knows how your kung fu is? Only a fool would hire you? You have to know that you are here to be a coachman, not an old man."

"Sir, right." The older man hurriedly grabbed Ren Baochuan and warned: "Don't cause trouble, your temper needs to be changed. We are the poor, and we live for the sake of food."

Ren Baochuan let out a long sigh, glared at Wu Ming, and sat on the steps with a angrily gagging.

"Don't convince?" Wu Ming slapped the fan in his palm, "Get up and go for a while. If I really have time, I will hire you to add 50% of the salary to the one just now."

Ren Baochuan stared at Wu Ming with wide eyes, gasping for breath, while Wu Ming stared at Ren Baochuan with a provocative look, "What? It turns out that he is just a soft-legged crab, and he will reveal his bottom as soon as he runs!"

Humph, Ren Baochuan stood up angrily, waved his hand and shouted, "Doway, let you see if I am a soft-legged crab."

After running twice, Ren Baochuan looked at Wu Ming with a red face, and his eyebrows were cold.

"It's okay!" Wu Ming's face had a faint expression, "What's your surname? What's your name?"

"His surname is Ren, and his name is Ren Baochuan." The man next to him quickly introduced.

"I hired you. This is the advance payment. You can go to No. ** Street to work tomorrow!" As he said that, he took out some money from his pocket and handed it to Ren Baochuan.
Chapter completed!