Sitting in Mai**93, Zhao Baoshan turned around and said to Luo Danting and Bai Chi who were sitting in the back seat: "Since Mr. Bai wants to buy a house, why not go to our Longting sales department?

It's okay for me to give you 20% off or 30% off. If Miss Bai calls our chairman, it's okay even if you give us two sets."

Bai Chi frowned and asked:

"I wonder how big the properties in Longting are generally? How many square meters?"

"The small ones are more than 100 square meters, and the big ones are 200 square meters, or even 300 square meters of duplex buildings. As long as Mr. Bai wants it, our Longting can basically satisfy it."

Zhao Baoshan's words revealed a trace of pride. Longting Real Estate and China Overseas Real Estate are top real estate developers. When it comes to the quality and price of real estate, there is nothing to say. There is no best, only the most expensive.

"Oh, it's a little smaller. Is there a slightly larger one? One that you can live in after buying it, such as one with more than 1,000 square meters?"

Bai Chi's words immediately frightened Zhao Baoshan's eyes to the point of falling off his nose. He thought he had heard wrongly? Thousands of square meters? That's not a real estate, okay? That's a villa!

In an international metropolis like Zhonghai, land prices are very high. How much does a 1,000-square-meter villa cost? Can you afford it?

But then Zhao Baoshan saw Luo Danting taking a nap leaning slightly on Bai Chi's shoulder, and immediately remembered, isn't there another God of Wealth? Isn't this country bumpkin just a freeloader? What is the Luo family?

People? That's the top family in China. Let alone a thousand square meters, you can buy it for ten thousand. As long as you have money and strength, what can't you buy?

"It turns out that what Mr. Bai wants is a villa, so we really don't have one in Longting. However, I know that a real estate company is selling some large villas recently. The location is far away from the inner ring of the city and relatively close to the outer ring. But

The price is relatively cheap, should you go and check it out?”

Zhao Baoshan stared at Bai Chi and introduced.

"Okay, let's go there and have a look. By the way, can I smoke in the car?"

Bai Chi asked.

"Yes! There is a small wine cabinet behind you. There is everything you need to eat, smoke, and drink. You can do whatever you want."

Zhao Baoshan replied casually.

"Oh, I don't smoke those cigarettes, I smoke my own. Where is the ashtray?"

Bai Chi turned his head and looked around.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: This country bumpkin. But Zhao Baoshan pointed at the car door affectionately and said: "There is one on the car door, and there is also one behind the wine cabinet when you put it down."

Then Zhao Baoshan watched a certain bumpkin take out a crumpled trumpet from his pants pocket and lit it with a disposable lighter.

He cursed: Is Miss Luo blind? How could she fall in love with such a country bumpkin...

At the same time, another murderous show was going on in cell 308 of the Xianyang No. 1 Detention Center...

"What's your name, the new criminal?" Wu Zi asked, waving his big fist.

"Wang, Wang Guanglie..." A middle-aged man huddled in the corner, his whole body shaking like chaff.

"Ouch! Isn't this the chief of our Xianyang Police Station? Why do you come in here? Are you here to inspect our work?"

Wu Zi continued his plan to kill Wei Bang.

Yes, it was Wang Guanglie, the former chief of the Xianyang Police Department who framed Bai Chi, who was huddled by the iron gate. Deng Chao really did what Bai Chi said and threw him into cell 308.

"I tell you all the time, outside you are the uncle, but here you have to change it. I, Wu Zi, am the uncle, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand... If you have anything to say, hero," Wang Guanglie said with fear on his face.

"As long as you understand, let me tell you, do you have any money on you?" Wu Zi's words were full of passion.

"No."

"No? Then don't blame the man for being stupid. Brothers, make dumplings for me. After making the dumplings, come back and go through the motions for him."

After Wu Zi finished speaking, he picked up a blanket and put it over Wang Guanglie's head. Upon hearing the order from the boss, the dozen or so people in the entire dormitory immediately swarmed up and kicked and punched him. Even the usually steady old man Yin was shocked.

Dianpidian ran up and kicked him twice, but the one who hit him the hardest was a short and lean man with a vulgar appearance.

"Okay, okay, you bastard, don't beat me to death, labor and management haven't had enough fun yet. Bai Chi was not the one who was harmed by this kid, and almost half of us were harmed by this kid."

Whoever came in, God really has a good eye, let him fall into our hands, let alone Bai Chi, when he went out, the case was really overturned."

Wu Zi rubbed his fists and looked at the bruised and swollen Wang Guanglie on the ground, breathing heavily and said with a grin.

"Wei Dongshan, come on, let's give Director Wang the transition first, three in front and four in back, seven in front and eight in back, not a single rolling mine can be missing..."

"Bang bang bang!'

“Bang bang bang!”

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"

“Bang bang bang!”

Before the first seven and the last eight had finished walking, Wang Guanglie was already screaming like a killing pig:

"Help, beat someone to death, discipline, help...help..." The next words were forced back into the throat by a wretched man with a pair of smelly socks.

Deng Chao was sitting in the correctional office with his legs crossed, humming a tune and sipping oolong tea. Hearing the screams coming from the end of the prison, he couldn't help but sneer:

"What a beautiful piece of music, it harms others and ultimately harms ourselves."

Deng Chao didn't want to do it anyway. Even if he was beaten to death, it would be fine. At most, he would have his monthly bonus deducted. If not, he would just take off his police uniform and go home to farm. What's the big deal?

As long as Bai Chi does well in the future, the worst he can do is to defect to him from now on. Thinking of this, Deng Chao remembered what Gao Song told him that Bai Chi had given away his phone number, and he couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile on his lips.

The miserable howls in Cell 308 finally subsided. Wang Guanglie lay on the floor next to the toilet like a dead pig. His red eyes stared at the people in Cell 308, showing a look of hatred and fear that he never imagined in his dreams.

The whole thing is like this, and this cell is still the prison cell of the boy Bai Chi, who was also the former uncle of 308.

After getting up with difficulty and sitting up against the wall, Wang Guanglie took a breath and spit a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood on the cement floor.

"Director Wang, spitting everywhere is wrong."

The wretched man is now the third gear of 308. Ever since he escaped from prison and was captured, somehow his prestige has soared. Even Inspector Deng has taken good care of him.

"Yes, I wiped it right away. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Wang Guanglie was so frightened that he got up quickly after hearing the wretched man's words. He really didn't need to be beaten.

"Wipe it? Let me tell you, Director Wang, there are rules in our house. We must be civilized and polite. Do you understand the five principles and four beauties? How can you do spitting? Come on! Hurry up.

Use your stinky mouth to lick the thing you just spit out back to me and swallow it."

There was a hint of coldness in the words of the wretched man Wang Heping, which made Wang Guanglie tremble all over. For some reason, he felt that the way this thin and wretched man looked at him looked like a man looking at a woman.

"No, no, I won't lick it." Wang Guanglie looked at the yellow and bloody phlegm he had spat out in disgust. He couldn't put it in his mouth or stick out his tongue.

"Come on, Wei Dongshan, Lu Zhigao, and Zhou Dongsheng, please invite Wang Ju over and wait for him to eat."

"Ah! No...Help!" Someone was ruined again.

Wang Guanglie's eyes were dull, and there was still a trace of yellow liquid left at the corner of his mouth. He sat blankly in the corner of the plank. I was crazy...

But things are not at their worst yet, there are even worse things waiting for Director Wang Guanglie and Wang.

Wu Zi squatted in the toilet while defecating, and looked at Wang Guanglie casually and said:

"Wang Bureau, why should I give you a name when you come in, don't you think? From today on, you will be the captain of our 308 General Building, and you will be responsible for guarding the General Building."

"Okay, okay, I am the building manager. I wonder what kind of building the general building is that the hero is talking about?"

Wang Guanglie was really frightened by the beating and asked fearfully.

Wu Zi grinned, showing an expression uglier than crying, raised his big white buttocks and said:

"The general in the general building is responsible for wiping the butts of all the prisoners in our 308. Eyes, do you understand? Get the toilet paper over quickly and wipe it clean for me. If you can't wipe it clean, you will be licked by the labor and management."

Wang Guanglie was stunned, his hands and feet were cramped as he looked at the big, black butt in front of him, as well as the pile of huge human whips falling in the middle, with thick black hair floating in the air, and a small lump of yellow and white stuff in the middle.

He couldn't help but retching, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Hey, is he still the director? Did he faint like that?"

Wu Zi cleaned himself up, stood up from the general building, glanced at the wretched male Wang Heping who still had unfinished thoughts, and said with a smile:

"Forcing the criminal, I'll leave it to you next time, how about it?"

"Okay, brothers, look at my skills. Come on, bring me the big white radish left over from yesterday. Wei Dongshan and Zhou Dongsheng will rip off his clothes and pants for me."

The sinister smile on the face of the wretched man made everyone shudder. Even Wu Zi was startled and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"It's okay, labor and management won't open his asshole for him. Look, don't I have a big carrot in my hand? Let's use this to open his anus. When it's done, when he wakes up, we'll say he's full.

His brother gave him a wheel of rice."

The words of the wretched man made everyone in cell 308 stunned. This man! He is so cruel...

"Pfft..."

With a strange crackling sound, a large carrot with a diameter of ten centimeters was stuffed into someone's big white vagina, and a trace of blood from the asshole flowed out...

After a long time, Wang Guanglie woke up faintly. He looked at the fat on his body and the pain of the back garden flower in surprise. He couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, we 308 men haven't seen a woman for a long time, and I just happened to see you with tender skin and tender flesh, more delicate than women. Following the principle that fat water should not be lost to outsiders, all of us 308 people have enjoyed you.

, thank you very much for your selfless dedication..."

The wretched man was smoking a trumpet, leaning on the plank, exposing his vagina, with a look of aftertaste on his face. After he finished speaking, he hissed, and licked his lips with unfinished thoughts.

But Yin Xiangrong, who was sitting at the door, shook his head and recited a poem:

"The flower path has never been swept by visitors, but now the gate is opened for you."

"Help, help, I was fucked by a strong woman..."

Later, it was said that the screams in Cell 308 did not stop all night long. The next day, Wang Guanglie was found to have committed suicide. After forensic examination, Director Wang did not receive any rude behavior before his death, and it was considered a normal death.

, because the weather was too hot, he was sent to the crematorium that day...
Chapter completed!