Chapter 428 Iron Female Warrior 25
The attic of the house is the archive room. The walls are lined with cabinets with drawers. In the middle is a writing desk, which is quite clean.
Children in the orphanage take turns on duty and have to pack their own things.
Xiaoyougu went to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a thick and large registration book.
The ledger... Oh my God, how old is it? It’s still recorded with pen and paper.
Xiaoyougu opened the registration book: "In the past, I used computers at the beginning, but computers were easily attacked by hackers. After the parents of an orphan came to claim it, they later discovered that the contents had been tampered with. From then on, I recorded it with a pen!"
Xining walked over and looked at it. It was written in great detail. Which child was thrown at the door of the orphanage and when, what he was wearing, his physical features, and even where the figure flashed were all recorded. The reason is that someone will claim the child in the future!
Cut, claim it? After your unwanted children are raised by others, do you want to go back to make money to support your family? There is nothing so good in the world.
Xining picked up the registration book and held it in her arms: "From now on, adoption of children will not be for free."
The little oil drum was startled: "Well, people who adopt children have to donate some amount, and they also need to register with the district office."
"How much?" Xining asked.
The little oil drum thought back: "Well, sometimes I can give you 10,000 yuan, and if you have less money, you can give me a few hundred."
“Coin or Yuan?”
"Of course Yuan, adopted people are sometimes poor themselves."
Xining rolled his eyes: "If you are poor, don't raise her. From now on, the adoption fee of 50,000 yuan will be doubled for the biological parents! It doesn't matter if you pay even one yuan less. If you don't accept it, just file a lawsuit. It doesn't count them as a crime of abandonment."
After saying that, I went downstairs with the registration book in my arms.
The little oil drum stood there, staring at her blankly.
All afternoon, Xining was flipping through the registration book. When I was about to go to work, I found a safe and locked it.
Walking with small oil drums and electric saws. Every time the three of them go out, people will stare at them. One is a big cylinder, one is a small cylinder, and the third one has a normal body shape, but his arms are one big and one small.
Just looking at it, you can tell at a glance that the people they are mixing with are not eating ordinary food. How could ordinary people have such a body? Mercenaries and samurai are not people to mess with. Even if some unscrupulous gangsters take a piece of cake or a pear without paying, ordinary small vendors dare not say anything.
When they got to the backstage of the arena, they were about to separate, and Chainsaw went to the samurai's backstage.
Looking at the two-meter-long barrel body of the chainsaw, but the head of an ordinary person, I really let out a long sigh. Even with this image, he quickly changed his body, but he refused because of money.
This body is good as a sparring partner. It is meant to withstand being chopped, but is this body used as a samurai for fun?
So Chainsaw has been a samurai for three months and is still ranked at the bottom. It depends on whether the new warrior has been hacked to death. If not, then he can still be second or third from the bottom.
Today Xining put on a kimono and acted opposite Miyamoto. Audiences like to watch this kind of exotic drama.
When the host deliberately pinched his throat and said "Give me back my father's life", Xining raised his right arm holding a knife, and his wide sleeves fell down, revealing a huge stevedore's arm, with a small hand holding it. When the fruit knife was played, the audience suddenly laughed like crazy.
I'm here to be a warrior, not a clown. But there is no other way. For money, after one game, plus the gambling money, you will have at least seventy or eighty coins, which is equivalent to one month's salary from two previous jobs.
Miyamoto is also a good person. Even though he was punched by her and had a black eye for two days, he was still very helpful. Knowing that she needed money, coupled with the intercession of the little oil drum, it delayed enough time every time.
You must know that it is a technical job to wait for enough time to still be cool. Compared to others, Miyamoto's acting skills are excellent. As long as the audience is willing to watch, Brother Kun will turn a blind eye even though he knows it's just stalling for time.
This time, his right arm was cut off again, and his left arm was only cut through the simulated leather, which took enough time to leave the field.
Brother Kun stood there with a smile on his face and said: "Every time I raise the knife, the time is up when I strike the last blow."
Miyamoto put his hands in his wide sleeves and put on a smile that was not seen on the field: "Brother Kun means to kill her next time? As long as Brother Kun says a word." Brother Kun thought for a while: "The next step Turn your head around once.”
"No!" The assistant who had broken his arm standing next to him stopped working and said, "The work of connecting the head is difficult, this level is enough."
Miyamoto stood there and still looked at Brother Kun with a smile. Brother Kun thought for a while: "Then break one leg next time. Cut it in two!"
Uh... don't be so cruel.
"It's time for me to become a samurai, or let the newcomer take over." Miyamoto suggested: "Why don't we just cut off the leg? First cut off the foot, and then do it at the knee."
In this way, Miyamoto can clear up the relationship and still make her lose her legs.
Brother Kun finally smiled and patted Miyamoto on the shoulder: "No, you better do it! Get ready quickly, we are about to play."
Miyamoto is about to transfer to a samurai. Unlike Chainsaw, he is not so short of money, so he will spend less and less time here.
The next night, it was indeed chopped. Her feet were chopped off first, and she rolled around on the ground holding her legs. Of course, the pain must be hidden beforehand, otherwise it will hurt to death.
Then she chopped off the calf with a "swish" sound. She dug her hands on the ground and crawled forward step by step. The broken leg was bleeding with blue biochemical fluid, which glowed a coquettish red-purple under the red light, just like blood stains in the dark... …
Miyamoto followed step by step with a knife in his hand. A ray of white light shone on Miyamoto's pale face with make-up, and his sinister eyes were quite evil, scaring several female audience members into screaming.
If you don't have enough time, cut off another arm. Her right arm was cut off, and she "struggled to escape" with one arm. The effect was so good that some viewers were so frightened that they shouted "stop".
Once again, after enough time, she was carried down.
When no one was paying attention, he whispered thank you to Miyamoto.
Thank you very much. Cutting off the legs is better than cutting off the head!
Brother Kun was very happy and said that this is good. He will perform it once a week in the future, for one month first. If the effect is still good, it will be continued for another month.
It's good to have your own job. You can play more and avoid being eliminated. You must know that Zitou and Green Lantern have changed their image again and shaved their heads. If the audience is tired of watching it, it must change, otherwise there will be no work. There is a shortage of money out there, and there are plenty of people who are not afraid of cutting off their hands and feet.
It was finally the day off. Xining rarely got up early in the morning. When he went to have breakfast, he said to the little oil drum: "Let's go out together today."
"What's the matter?" Xiao Youtong asked while drinking soy milk.
I grind the soy milk myself in the yard, and now I even make the tofu myself. The soybeans were harvested this month, and a lot of scraps were shipped with the truck, including a sack.
Xining smiled: "Return visit!"
Chainsaw asked: "Shouldn't I go?"
Xining looked up and down. This piece was big enough and couldn't be wasted: "Okay, let's go together."
The children around me asked: "Can we go?"
Xining coaxed: "Be good, I am doing business. I will take you there when I have the opportunity!"
"Oh~" The children nodded.
What return visit? The little oil drum was confused and felt something was not good.
(End of chapter)