Allen looked like he saw a ghost, even with horror.

As soon as he started, he handed over the dock business with extremely important and one-third of the turnover.

It was like a hot potato that had just been taken out of the stove and suddenly came to my hand. At this moment, Allen felt only one, that was the hotness.

If it was a small boss or something, Allen was happy to accept it.

But when he got started, he handed over all the dock business to him, what can he do?

"Master, this is probably inappropriate!" Allen stood up in fear and fear, "I am the 'remn' of Baihe Hall. We are very grateful to the master who can take in it. Now I suddenly handed over all such important business to me. What's more, the iron-core elites under the master will definitely not accept it. This will easily cause gaps between members. I beg the master again to take back his life and let me start from the grassroots level."

The third brother smiled and exchanged a look with the boss.

Based on the third brother's understanding of the boss, Allen's performance today can definitely be said to be past the test.

"You don't need to doubt people, and you don't doubt people. As for the problem of the disagreement caused by the members you are worried about, I can only say that you are thinking too much. If my elites are also a group of jealous people, do you think I can overthrow the giant Baihetang with one of the Link Gangs?" Link chuckled.

The third brother also explained at this time: "Allen, do you dare to bet? If Link knew that you started from the grassroots level, he would definitely make me and the boss scream, saying that we are blind and you will be unfair?"

Alan frowned slightly, he didn't believe this.

But seeing Mr. Cong's confident appearance seemed to be almost certain, but it made him a little shaken.

It’s really because he finds it hard to believe this phenomenon. It’s not crazy to push a remnant to be his leader. What’s the point of being crazy? It’s simply a fantasy!

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" After a war between heaven and man, Alan wanted to see if these elites of the original Link Gang were really as magical as Link and the third one said.

The third brother smiled and hurriedly said, "That's it. I'll call back now and tell them that the boss decided to keep you, but all the staff must start from the grassroots level to see their reactions." After the third brother said that, he took out his cell phone and started editing the information. He couldn't wait to see Allen being defeated.

Link took a few more bites until his stomach felt full, and then put down his bowl and chopsticks.

[You get the ‘satisfied’ effect]

[Satisfied: Treat the disease if you are sick, strengthen the body without illness. Recover 1 health point every hour, strength +1, lasting 12 hours]

Link was stunned for a moment when he saw the prompts on the system interface, but after seeing the effect of [Satisfied], he was immediately ecstatic.

The effect of this "satisfaction" that lasted for half a day is too powerful.

Link said before that in the early stage of "Destiny", there are very few things that can bring back blood to players, which is even more precious to NPCs.

Any bottle of secondary therapeutic agents can be sold at a price of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan in the underground black market.

Now the big meal made by Xiaoxiang Pig actually has the function of recovering blood. Although it only increases 1 health point per hour, it lasts for 12 hours, which means it can recover 12 blood points, not to mention the additional 1 point of power.

For those NPCs, eating a meal can restore blood and strengthen their health, which is simply a profit.

Although 12 points of blood are not much, it is extremely precious for NPCs that cannot be reborn if they die.

"It seems that I have to think carefully about the price of the little fragrant pig..."

Just as Link thought, the third brother's cell phone began to buzz, and a phone call came in first.

The third brother looked at Allen with his mobile phone screen. The caller ID was the street leader Quentin and the old iron of the Link Gang.

The third brother turned on the phone, then answered the phone, pretending to be unaware of it, "Hey, Quentin, what's the matter? Is it something that can't be handled in the street?"

The heavy breathing sound of breathing on the other end of the phone was clearly visible. After humming a few times, he said, "Brother Third, how did you make this decision?"

The old three asked knowingly: "What decision?"

"It's Allen's business!" Quentin on the other end of the phone said a little impatient: "Such a person with both civil and military affairs is directly transferred to the grassroots level? I really don't know if this is what you mean or what the boss means! If this is what you mean, then I have to say that you should have an ophthalmology exam."

"What if the boss wants?" The third brother couldn't help but raise his mouth, and then looked at the boss Lin Ke who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Quentin was silent for a moment and said, "If the boss means, then I will come to see the boss in the evening. Even if Qilintang already has your white paper fan now, with Allen's strength, it is not a problem to be a red stick? It's transferred to the grassroots level... If other gangs know about this, maybe why are we laughing at us for being blind! "

"Okay, I understand. I still have something to do now. We will meet to discuss in detail in the evening."

"Ok!"

The third brother ended the conversation in a hurry.

I just hung up the phone and there were five unread messages on my phone.

The third brother opened it and displayed it one by one, all of which were questioned by old members of the Link Gang.

"You believe it now? Do you want to see something else?"

Alan's face was dull and could not understand why these thugs who were still hostile a week ago were so indignant for him, and even challenged the hall leader Link.

They were not close or not, and there were even gaps before, so there was no benefit in standing up for him, so why bother...

This is completely opposite to the three views of the Shadu slum that Allen had before.

"Why...why will they help me?"

Link took a sip of the tea that was relieved and said slowly: "Because all of them really regard the gang as their home, not a job seeking a job. What they say is heartfelt truth, who doesn't want their family to get better and better? In the unit at work, you only care about whether it pays his salary and is not timely, and whether the risk is great. This is the essential difference."

Allen fell into a dullness, an unprecedented idea that was impacting his brain and shattering his views he had shaped in the slums since childhood.

"Do you treat the gang as your home..." Alan murmured, his eyes becoming more and more lost.

Just when Allen was lost, the chef approached Link and asked carefully: "Boss, today's meal is only half used, and there is half of the pork?"

The chef knew that these meats were precious. After eating them, he felt that the qi and blood were strong, and he could even feel the breath grow.

He dared not deal with such a good thing privately.

"You and the kitchen try to make the remaining half of the pig into lard fried rice. Then give each of the brothers in Qilintang a lunch, including all the staff of the Huihuang Hotel and Jinbi Hotel. It is interesting to share the good things together."

The chef opened his mouth wide and was stunned.

I didn't expect that the boss would make such a decision, which was extremely generous.

Perhaps the grassroots staff would only think that the meal was particularly fragrant. Only he knew that the food was full of heavy money when everyone ate!
Chapter completed!