980 Chapter 980 Sell It at a High Price

Looking at the stunned little fat man in front of him, the big man had a fierce face, but he was scolding mother in his heart. August 1 Chinese w≤w≈w=. ≈8≠1≥z≥w≈. ≤c≥om I don’t give you any tasks above. Give him such a broken task. You can’t hit, you can’t touch, you can’t knock, you have to teach like a son. He has never received such a task. To make him suffocated.

"Do you drink or not? If you don't, go back and move rocks!" The big man drank gruffly, staring at him with a pair of eyes.

Ning Lang bit his lip with tears in his eyes, and slapped the bowl with a corner missing with both hands, feeling very aggrieved. No one in his family used such a broken bowl, nor did he drink such a thin porridge, but he was doing heavy work, but this was the only one to eat.

"Is there anything like steamed buns and steamed buns? I won't be full if I eat like this."

"No, no, I don't want to eat it!" The big man stared at him and drank. If he changed it to normal, he would have whipped it directly.

"Guru..."

His stomach growled. Ning Lang looked at the bowl in his hand and could only drink it with his eyes closed. After drinking one bowl, it felt like drinking a bowl of water. He licked the corner of his mouth and stared at the bucket: " I want it." Although it's not very tasty, it's better than starving.

"More? Where do you think this place is? No more, go to work!" The big man grabbed the bowl in his hand and put it back, pushing him forward: "Go to work!"

Ning Lang narrowed his eyes: "You won't let me drink enough of such a thin porridge first?"

"Hey! Don't think about it, it's fine if you don't starve to death, and you want to drink enough? Do you think this is your house?"

Ning Lang gritted his teeth, glared at him angrily, and thought to himself, "Wait, wait for me to get out of here, I have to clean you up!"

In a place not far away, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye were watching, and the two who had a panoramic view of the scene had different expressions. The former is joking, the latter is surprising.

"How long are you going to keep him here?" Duan Ye asked Feng Jiu, who was beside him.

"Wait until he can't stand it anymore." She hooked her lips: "It looks like you still have the strength now."

Hearing this, Duan Ye's mouth twitched, and he looked at Ning Lang, who was ordered to move the stone below. He was wearing tattered clothes and a pair of torn shoes, his head was hanging down in a mess, and there were bruises and bruises on his face.

This kid deserves it too, who told him to sell his ghost doctor identity as soon as he saw Feng Jiu? From the moment he knew about it, he knew that this kid was suffering, but he didn't expect to be waiting for him here!

"Let's go! Let's find a place to drink and drink." Feng Jiu told Shang Duan Ye to turn around and leave, come quietly, walk quietly, and Ning Lang, who was not far away, knew nothing.

Until, three days later, in the early morning, Ning Lang, who was still sleeping, was called up, and the two of them went to take a shower, put on a set of fancy clothes, and dealt with him from head to toe.

Ning Lang was shocked from beginning to end, until, when he saw someone put powder on his pale face, which was thinner than the previous days, he couldn't help crying.

"What do you want to do!"

"What are you doing? Someone came to pick a young man in the small shop. He likes a fifteen or sixteen-year-old like you. It's just that he can sell you a high price." .

Hearing this, Ning Lang's already pale face turned even paler, and he looked at him in disbelief: "Little, small shophouse? I don't want it!"