"Drunk people say they are not drunk..."

"If you don't hit me, I'll hit you."

"Okay, okay." Daqiang had never heard such a strange request before. He stood up and put on a posture, and suddenly shouted loudly. Countless gongs and drums sounded throughout the hall, and a huge cannonball exploded with one punch!

Aiki combat method·Fire of artillery fire!

Jing Zhengfeng drew a circle with his left hand, accurately caught the cannonball and exploded, and hit Daqiang into the wall with a backhand palm.

Biting combat method·Yu Yong!

"Boss, why are you fighting back..." Daqiang touched his head with a bitter look on his face: "You just found a reason to hit me, right?

"Of course if you hit me, I will fight back." Jing Zhengfeng snorted and looked at his hands, but he thought of the two confrontations with Jing Zhengwei just now.

The first time, he made a backhand move called Huang Jie, which was broken by Jing Zhengwei's punch.

The second time, facing Jing Zhengwei's straight punch, he backhanded Yu Yong. Jing Zhengwei actually accurately found the loophole that Yu Yong had not closed, and punched through Yu Yong's hole.

If it was a coincidence the first time, it can't be a coincidence the second time.

However, Jing Zhengwei's attack did not cause a light explosion at all, which means that he relied solely on experience and intuition to decipher the tactics and techniques with his fists...

But I have been struggling for so many years, and I have finally reached the threshold of entering the palace.

To be able to crack his own biting technique so easily, could it be that Jing Zhengwei's biting technique is at a level...

"It seems..." Jing Zhengfeng put his feet on the dining table and thought to himself: "My brothers are not just wine bags and rice bags..."

…

In the bedroom of Jing Mansion, Qing Lan's face was flushed, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, her mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were full of satisfaction, and her expression was charming and alluring.

Whoosh——whoosh——

She is eating hot and sour noodles.

Although Qing Lan tried her best to suppress her voice, the hot and sour rice noodles were so sour and refreshing that she could still taste it.

"Sir, you're going to get cold if you don't eat!" Qing Lan felt that it was too embarrassing for her to be the only one who swore so loudly, so she urged Le Yu.

“It’s delicious even when it’s cold.”

Le Yu sat on the desk after a long absence, recording what happened in Jingyuan tonight, trying to clarify what happened through review——

He is a good steel proletarian, an undercover agent in the white night, an assassin of an unknown organization, a capitalist who thinks about liberating the people all day long, a weak little bourgeoisie, how come he is suddenly responsible for running a newspaper?

He was just talking casually!

How can he run a newspaper? He can write jokes!

Le Yu is an experienced joker, and he has always been able to write jokes.

If you just write jokes, then it is not called a newspaper. It can be renamed "Official Account", "Story Club" or "Zhihu".

"Sir, I'm full."

Qing Lan's face turned red, "The smell in the room is too strong. Master, please eat quickly, otherwise you will have to sleep with the spicy and sour smell tonight."

"Actually, I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat now."

"Then why did you buy...?"

"Didn't you say you weren't full? I saw you staring at the hot and sour noodles when I was passing by the snack street, so I bought it for you."

Qinglan blinked: "Then...why do you want to buy two copies?"

"Yeah, why buy two copies?"

Le Yu turned around and said thoughtfully: "Is it because..."

Qing Lan looked at Le Yu expectantly.

"...I thought you could have two servings?"

"Sir, how could I eat two portions?" Qing Lan twitched her lips: "I am also a girl after all..."

"You are discriminating. Girls can also eat two servings of hot and sour noodles. You are depriving girls of their right to eat two servings of hot and sour noodles." Le Yu made some random remarks: "How about you eat some more?

I really can’t eat a whole bowl.”

"I..." Qinglan hesitated: "Okay, then I'll eat a little more."

Le Yu continued to think about running a newspaper.

Should I do it? How should I do it? Who should I contact?

Jing Zhengwei doesn't know many cultural people, so if Yin Yinyin...

Why?

Le Yu stopped writing, and an ingenious idea came to his mind. It was so genius that he almost wanted to do some somersaults to cheer him up.

"Sir, I've eaten a third of it, it's your turn."

Qing Lan calmly handed the chopsticks and bowl to Le Yu. Le Yu, who was deep in thought, subconsciously took them and sipped the noodles in big mouthfuls.

Although Le Yu still doesn't understand why he, a capitalist of the Faker class, was suddenly assigned to run a newspaper.

However, this is an incredible opportunity——

After all, being a capitalist cannot save Dongyang.

PS: It’s a big chapter of 4000 words. I’ll update it first today and listen to the Japanese catechism (touch) and the (fish) plot.
Chapter completed!