Chapter 1083 Uncle, a Bowl of Beef and Rice Noodles

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Ren Donglei was overjoyed, thinking that Jiang Siming was provoked by himself, and with this punch, at least Jiang Siming's hand was broken.

Bang!

Click!

The sound in his imagination really appeared, but the joy on Ren Donglei's face only lingered for half a second, and then there was a sharp pain in his hand, a tearing pain, which made him subconsciously open his mouth and want to shout.

But Jiang Siming didn't give him a chance to open his mouth, so he punched Ren Donglei in the face again.

Bang!

Ren Donglei was directly punched and flew out, hitting the iron cage, and then the two rows of molars were sprayed out, and the teeth were like rain.

And Ren Donglei himself fainted directly.

This sudden scene caught everyone on the scene unexpectedly.

The referee hurriedly stepped forward to check, and rolled Ren Donglei's eyes. Well, he was about to roll his eyes. He quickly called the medical staff.

The on-site doctor came to the stage to check and found that Ren Donglei's right hand had a comminuted fracture, all the teeth in his mouth had been smashed, and his brain nerves had been severely injured.

The doctor diagnosed that even if Ren Donglei was cured, he was probably just a disabled and dementia child in this life.

But that's the way boxing is. Life and death are fate, and injuries are inevitable.

Again, don't die.

Ren Donglei was carried down, and the host immediately announced that Jiang Siming had won.

But Jiang Siming didn't say anything, just stepped down and left.

After that, Jiang Siming never appeared on stage again, as if he had never appeared, and disappeared out of thin air.

Some people even wanted to check Jiang Siming's registration information, but they were secretly taken away by the police. This "silence" suddenly became the most mysterious figure in MMA history.

No one even knew who he was or what his name was.

This can be regarded as a complete outrage for the Ning Xiao party family.

The Ning Xiaodang family wanted to invite Jiang Siming to dinner, but they were told that Jiang Siming was not in Shanghai for the time being and was going to Guizhou.

Jiang Siming really went to Guizhou. The mineral deposits detected by his mineral detector at the beginning were the Carlin-type gold mines in Guizhou, and the 300-ton Carlin-type gold mines were all mined.

Jiang Siming used to accept inspections and paid the company's migrant workers to go home for the New Year.

Jiang Siming has always liked Guizhou, a city that is low-key and easy to talk about.

One is that it is close to Yunnan, that is, next to his hometown.

The other is that Guizhou belongs to Guangxi, and Jiang Siming thinks that the accent of Guangxi people is very distinctive. They can speak Mandarin into very interesting chat records.

Guangxi is a bit similar to Cantonese, and it's really fun when they're serious about Mandarin.

Moreover, Guangxi is similar to Yunnan. Landscapes support people, and those who come out of it are either pretty boys or pretty girls.

Jiang Siming was called by the cafeteria aunt all the time, and slowly he became a pretty boy (laughs and tears).

Jiang Siming didn't take the plane this time, and just teleported over with a small teleportation technique.

When I came to Guizhou, the night had just appeared.

Jiang Siming appeared at a night market.

Streets and alleys are filled with the voices of aunts and uncles of street vendors shouting pretty boys and girls.

Seeing that Jiang Siming was not in a hurry, he simply sat down at the street stall and wanted to order Guizhou rice noodles for dinner.

"Uncle, a beef and (meat) rice noodles."

As soon as Jiang Siming came to Guizhou, he perfectly integrated into the Guizhou accent, and it was not obvious that he was not local.

"Okay pretty boy, wait a minute, Uncle will get it for you."

After the boss finished talking, Jiang Siming worked hard, while Jiang Siming was on the small pavilion, visiting the local customs and customs of nearby Guizhou like a tourist.

No one would have imagined that in a noisy and crowded night market, there was a new richest man in Asia sitting inside.

Jiang Siming sat low-key in the chair, adjusted his presence to duck eggs, and was in a happy mood.

Soon the rice noodles were brought up, and Jiang Siming took out chopsticks from his Qiankun bag.

Disposable chopsticks taste too heavy, everyone who has used them understands, and of course use their own chopsticks if they have the conditions.

Pick up the rice noodles with a chopstick and suck it down.

Not to mention, it's really delicious, spicy and fragrant.

There are also peanuts, beef, and coriander in the rice noodles, which is very satisfying.

Jiang Siming perfectly integrated into the midnight snack stall, eating something for more than ten yuan like an ordinary person.

He never thought that when he had money, he would give up his previous habit. That's how he came here in the first place. A meal for more than ten yuan was something that happened almost every day.

Now that he has money, he is still the same, and it is still delicious to eat a dozen yuan.

After quickly destroying a bowl of rice noodles, Jiang Siming put twenty dollars on the table, asked for a bottle of ice, and walked comfortably in the night market.

Sometimes, a bowl of rice noodles and a bottle of Coke can make people feel very happy.

As long as ordinary people lower their expectations and needs a little, the happiness index they experience will be N times that of others.

After leaving the night market, Jiang Siming saw that it was going to be completely dark, so he went to a nearby bank, took a sack of cash, took a taxi, and hurried to the gold mine camp.

It was almost evening when we arrived at the camp.

Because Jiang Siming came by taxi, the security thought he was an outsider and wouldn't let him in. Fortunately, the manager hurried over and invited Jiang Siming in.

"Chairman, you are here to check the gold, please come here."

Jiang Siming raised his hand

, said: "Don't be in a hurry for the time being. Now that the gold mines are over, the workers should go back to celebrate the New Year. Call them all over and pay their wages."

As soon as the manager heard it, he felt that he was following the right person. Such a boss was angry!

The gold miners immediately gathered together, all of them the age of Jiang Siming's father, and some of them were young faces.

They were all wearing mining suits, tattered, and there was mud and dust everywhere.

Jiang Siming did not dislike it, and personally delivered the money to them one by one.

"A lot of money! My salary doesn't seem to be that high."

"Yeah, I remember that my salary was only more than 20,000 yuan. How did the chairman pay me 60,000 yuan."

"I'm also 60,000 here."

"I'm eighty thousand."

"I am also eighty thousand."

The workers were all talking about the money.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Haven't you heard of the year-end bonus?"

"Year-end bonus? And this thing? I thought only those white-collar workers had it." A worker said very surprised.

He has worked on many construction sites, but never won a year-end bonus.

One is that many bosses don't care much about workers and won't give out year-end bonuses. Another is that this guy is too reckless, and all he encounters are stingy bosses.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "I will definitely get a year-end bonus if I work here. If I do well, I can be promoted to a full-time employee of our company and enjoy five insurances, one housing fund and subsidies."

The workers were very happy about this.

"Boss, what do we have to do next year?"

a worker asked.

Jiang Siming smiled, nodded and said, "Of course there is."

All the workers are excited to say that they will work with the company next year.

Jiang Siming thought to himself that his mineral detector should be able to detect the second mineral deposit next year, otherwise he would go to the sea.

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