Section 217

But this time.

He has no intention of obeying the company.

"Go and work overtime, you bastard! Go, bald guy!" Sun Qian cursed loudly, "The leader is a piece of shit, the labor and management will not work overtime today, and they will not be the licking dogs of the capitalists."

"Silly bald bitch, if you wait until you die, the labor and management will not go to the company!"

"Hahaha, I want to be a warrior today and risk my life for the red flag!"

The bald man is his leader. He is very strict on weekdays. He works overtime like a machine that doesn't need a break, and he also requires junior employees like them to work overtime every day.

Nicknamed the capitalist's dog by all of them.

However.

The words fell.

Sun Qian suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him that sounded like a reminder.

The whole body trembled with muscle reaction, and the hair on the hair stood up.

"Good boy, if I don't answer the phone, why are you scolding me here?"

"Although labor and management are bald, it is too much to say that we are the dogs of the capitalists!"

"You're thirty-seven. If you don't work hard and overtime, are you waiting to be optimized? Are you going to be sent to society as garbage?"

It was the voice of the bald leader that he was extremely familiar with.

Sun Qian turned his head stiffly and looked.

It was the greasy face of a middle-aged man.

The difference is that on ordinary days.

He was in a rare mood, holding a baseball bat in his hand.

Panting.

Saw a baseball bat.

Sun Qian suddenly thought of something, and his heart seemed to be swept by a storm, and he said in shock: "Leader, are you here to protect the red flag?"

The bald middle-aged man laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder: "What, can't you?"

"To capitalists, everyone after the age of thirty-five is a waste, but, I can't really regard myself as a waste."

"A dignified man of Kyushu, if he encounters such a thing, if he doesn't come, will he be able to raise his head and be a man of Kyushu in this life?"

These words.

Sun Qian's heart was filled with excitement when he heard this.

passionate.

Gritting his teeth, he raised the racket in his hand and shouted: "Yes!"

"It's everyone's responsibility!"

"Capitalists who ride horses!"

The bald leader was also heroic. He raised the bat in his hand together with him: "Shabi Ghost King, come quickly! You have to go back and submit the weekly report after you are done!"

Click~~

However, the range of movement is too large.

His waist was twisted.

Soon.

Sun Qian heard many familiar voices again.

Looking back.

Shockingly, they were all familiar colleagues in the company.

Sun Qian still clearly remembers being in the secret Xiaojunyang.

This group of people often criticizes the company, the capital, and the country.

Like myself, I have been squeezed by life.

Become a keyboard warrior.

On the Internet, I often use the lighthouse's public articles to complain about Kyushu.

Unexpectedly.

People usually clamor to immigrate and flee Kyushu across the Pacific Ocean.

Unexpectedly, they all picked up the guy in unison and came here.

"What a coincidence? Hahaha, your racket is hard to use, Old Sun. Look at my kitchen knife, this is the most powerful one!"

"Hey, Xiao Wang, didn't you ask for leave and say there was something going on at home? Why are you here?"

"Hey, Mr. Gao, aren't we afraid that you won't approve? I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Nonsense, you can just say it, how could labor and management not approve it? I'm proud of the company to have an employee like you!"

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, all in a burning faith.

Not a moment later.

Another wave of young people came.

They are all students under the age of twenty or in their early twenties.

The leader held a banner and tied a white cloth on his head with the words "Protect me red flag" and "Fight for the great man".

Rows and rows, from various schools.

From college to junior high school, there are actually them.

The person taking the lead is obviously the teacher.

Sun Qian and others did not expect this.

How dare the school teachers do this.

The bald leader also had children. When he saw that so many people had come, Wuming became angry and shouted at the teacher from Imperial High School in charge: "What are you doing? Why did you bring the children to this place?! You don't Do you know the consequences?"

"You are harming Kyushu's future!!! Take people back quickly!"

The gentle teachers, who were wearing headbands, had complicated expressions on their faces and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you are right."

"But if we don't organize it, the students have already made private appointments and will come spontaneously."

"The school has tried every means possible, including calling in parents and threatening to drop out of school, but to no avail. The children are determined and must come."

Sun Qian and others, especially those with children, are middle-aged people like the bald leader.

He looked down at the childish faces of the children.

Those pairs of extremely determined eyes made them all shaken.

Countless people's eyes turned red instantly.

yes.

When children do this, parents should be happy and proud.

"Good...good...well done..."

"This is exactly what I, a young boy from Kyushu, should do!"

In the square, waves of applause rang out for the children.

The belief in protecting the square has become more and more firm in everyone's minds.

One after another, people are still coming.

Housewives, sanitation workers, assembly line workers, street gangsters...

All kinds of people.

Either embarrassed or decent or gentle or arrogant.

Even the notorious street fighters and the vague gangs came together.

These people stood aside with their weapons without saying a word, forming a group of their own.

The square was packed with people.

The number of people who gathered here exceeded 50,000.

The people in the special dispatch team were in a very complicated mood in secret.

They were overwhelmed and proud from the bottom of their hearts.

Su Tingbai tapped the car window with his slender fingers, looked at the surging crowd, and sighed: "With the people like this, why should I, Jiuzhou, lose this battle?",

Wan Hong, the commander of the special dispatch team of the imperial capital, said worriedly: "I am also moved. They all came here voluntarily."

"But this is not enough."

"The one who came is the peak of the five stars. In front of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox Ghost King, the number of people will not work, and will only increase casualties."