After Wang Lang went back, he lay down on his own bed to think about things. He didn't dare to let go of the bullshits, and he kept silently.

To put it simply, it means that you sit for twenty-four hours except for eating and shit, but you have to sit with your butt on your calves. Normal people will never be slapped when sitting for such a day. This kind of punishment is common in the phone.

Wang Lang fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, it was already time to have dinner. Wang Lang didn't move, and the group of people still didn't dare to move. A new thorn head fucked his own boss on the first day, and the next day fucked the boss with two bosses next to him. There were only four bosses in this area. Except for Boss Cao's phone number, the remaining three bosses knew that there was a master here.

After eating something, Wang Lang said something about the meal, and a group of people snatched all the meals like wolves and tigers.

The toilet in the phone was dirty. Brother Hei was not used to using the toilet before, so he always squatted on it, and it was so dirty on it. Moreover, the toilet in the phone was basically only for the boss to enjoy, and they lived in the same place. If they were all used, could it be disgusting to live here? Some people pulled out a smell, and who could still fall asleep by smelling the smell?

Even the boss of the phone rarely uses it. He mainly needs to sleep on his own and feels disgusting himself. Even if the place where he sleeps is farthest from the toilet, the molecules are doing uninterrupted diffusion movements, and the odor is not solidified there and it remains motionless.

It is impossible for Wang Lang to do something like cleaning.

I had nothing to do when I was full, and I didn’t know where I got two pokers and asked Wang Lang if I wanted to play. Wang Lang was not interested in this, so I sat next to the shit and watched the shit play.

Bullshit, quail, daze, and four people named Xiaomi gathered together to fight Landlord.

Watching a few people play a card is definitely no less than enjoying a performance.

He is born with a bullshit and has quick eyes and quick hands. His eyes always look at the expressions on the faces of several other people. He can see a lot of things from each person's expressions.

Daegua's brain is a real chicken, and I remember the order of playing cards very clearly. I can guess clearly whoever has any cards in my hand, and even if I just change the cards secretly, I can clearly understand them.

Xiaomi also lie to people in, but it is not a lie like Daigua. It is all a trick. It also pays attention to the speed of hand, which is comparable to bullshit.

In fact, these people are better at using them than the other, but they don’t use them directly, otherwise they won’t be able to squat.

A few people won cigarettes, one to three, five of which were capped. Cigarettes were not easy to get in the phone.

After reading a few handfuls, no one won or lost. The quail smiled and had a cigarette on his ear, which was a prize of victory.

It was really boring. At Wang Lang's instructions, he made Tumbu and Xiaomi compare their hand speed.

Xiaomi first missed a hand, found a few pieces of paper, cut it into Rmb size, and it was a full ten pieces. It checked it for everyone, and handed the money to Wang Lang, asking Wang Lang to count it.

"Boss, give me the money."

Wang Lang handed ten pieces of paper to Xiaomi. Xiaomi laughed. There were many folds on her face and her head was square, looking like a square-headed sand crust.

"I feel that the number of your banknotes is very strange. Let's see if there are any other ones? I will charge the banknotes at a price of ten yuan for each of them?" As she said that, Xiaomi handed a few pieces of paper to Wang Lang.

"It's over?" asked a man next to him.

Xiaomi smiled, revealing a pleat on her face, "Boss, count how many pieces of paper you have left in your hand."

Wang Lang lowered his head and counted, and found that two were missing without any idea.

Xiaomi clapped her hands, not in his hands.

"Where is it?" someone asked.

"Boss, raise your legs." Xiaomi pointed at Wang Lang's legs and smiled.

Wang Lang raised his legs and pressed two pieces of paper under his butt.

A group of people applauded.

It was bullshit, and bullshit kneaded a few pieces of paper into a ball of paper.

"Everyone said that the one who stole the battery was not technical. Today, I would like to see if I stole the battery and gave you the first hand Sanxian Guidong.

Today I don’t need bowls or chopsticks, just use my hands.”

Roll three pieces of paper into pieces and spread them on the bed.

"Every bosses are all optimistic." As he said bullshit, he took the quail's hands over and let the quail's hands press down a piece of paper.

"How many pieces of paper under his command?"

"One." The one next to it looked like a supporting actor.

"Look carefully, let's go!" The shit flicked on a piece of paper. The piece of paper disappeared.

"Hands open." said bullshit.

The quail opened his hands and found two pieces of paper in his hand. The group of people widened their eyes and was surprised.

Wang Lang is now a little impressed by this shitty bullshit, a serious technical talent. This thing is an intangible cultural heritage and not many people know it. The one who pays attention to is fast, and it is not easy to be able to do shit like this.

"Cut it." Let the quail hold the paper ball.

"How many pieces of paper are in your hand?" asked the quail.

The quail was confused, "Two?"

"Far, how many?" said bullshit impatiently.

Quail scratched his head, "That's right, everyone saw it just now, two."

"Fart, open your hands."

The quail opened his hands and found that there was no one left, staring at a pair of quail eyes.

"Where is the thing?" The quail touched his body, then stared at the shit, "Is it in your hands?"

"Fart, Daigua, see if it's in your hands?" Dumb shit.

Daigua opened her hands, no.

"No." Daigua smiled foolishly.

"No?" The bullshit stretched out his neck to look.

Daigua opened her hands, "No."

"Hold your hands." Bastard and said, "Didou as he did.

"I'll ask you again, how many are there?"

Someone saw a piece of paper on the bed missing, "Three."

The bullshit laughed out loud.

"Fart! Daigua, I'll ask you, how many?"

Daigua still looked confused, "No one."

"Open your hands." said bullshit.

Daigua stretched out her palms with doubts.

Empty.

"Hold it again." urged the bullshit.

Daigua clenched her fist again.

"Open."

Still empty.

Everyone's attention was on Daigua's hands, and the bullshit suddenly pointed at the bed, "Isn't this on the bed?"

Everyone stared at the dog's eyes and saw that the three pieces of paper were still placed on the bed.

The bullshit asked the quail to clench his hands into fists and put them on the bed, "I'm just fancy, I'll give you some hard skills."

One hand pressed the quail's fist, "The fist is clenched." The bullshit grabbed three pieces of paper with one hand and said in his mouth, "Go!"

It's just like chanting a mantra.

Take your hands away, open your hands, and three pieces of paper lying on the palm of your hand.

Wang Lang stared at a pair of dog eyes, and everyone stared at the dog eyes. The bullshit was so fast that Wang Lang couldn't catch the speed, so he could only see a little movement clearly. The paper ball disappeared.

Thousands of words gathered into a praising bullshit words, Wang Lang patted the back of the bullshit, "Damn it! It's awesome!"

After rubbing his head, he laughed, "It's okay, boss."

"It's not just okay." Wang Lang praised sincerely.

Taking advantage of the atmosphere, he laughed bullshitly, "Brother, are you showing off your skills to your brothers?"
Chapter completed!