early morning.

Han Feng arrived at the unit as usual.

Whoosh!

Uncle Zhang came out in a wheelchair, "It's so early."?

Han Feng asked questions, why did Uncle Zhang get in a wheelchair again!!!

"You are..."

"Hi."

Uncle Zhang waved his hand domineeringly, "Didn't you go out for a dinner yesterday? After you left, a table next door came to a table. It was too noisy and we didn't like it, so we fought with them."

Han Feng: "???"

very good.

The standard plot of "What do you look at, what do you want to do, try it again and try it bang bang bang bang".

"Oh, by the way."

"You're coming just right."

Uncle Zhang waved his hand, "There is a leader at the headquarters to ask you again, so please accompany me."

Han Feng: →_→

...

soon.

A fat senior in his fifties trotted over.

"Hello, senior."

Han Feng went up to him.

"Hello, hello."

The fat senior smiled, "It's almost time to go to work, I won't say much nonsense anymore. I'll ask, do you still remember the last Sands Table Competition?"

"Remember."

Han Feng nodded slightly.

Last time he checked, this sand table competition is the most important competition for sand table masters, especially for sand table masters who need certification and qualifications.

Very important!

"We still hope you can participate on behalf of the Urban Construction Bureau."

said the fat senior.

“Not interested.”

Han Feng refused very decisively.

"Come on, let's take a look at the rewards first."

Fat senior smiles.

He remembered that Han Feng, the child, attached great importance to resources.

"oh?"

Han Feng paused.

award……

then.

He took the things in his hand and was surprised to find that the rewards for this sand table competition were really good, with rich energy compressed liquid and precious sand table master design drawings.

oh……

There are also various sand table master techniques.

Even if Han Feng is a soy sauce, it is quite meaningful to him.

pity.

Han Feng looked at the entire competition process and time, and saw the preliminaries, preliminary rounds, x rounds, etc., and his scalp was a little numb.

"Don't go!"

Han Feng was very decisive.

"Hi."

The fat senior smiled slightly and spoke confidently, "A bucket of energy liquid."

"Don't go."

"Two barrels?"

"I won't go a few barrels!"

Han Feng was very decisive.

joke.

This competition cycle is too long, so he really can't participate.

"Why?"

The fat senior was a little surprised.

etc.

Didn't that guy say...

"I really won't go?"

The fat senior asked carefully, "Three, three barrels?"

Han Feng: “…”

He felt that the seniors at the headquarters of the Urban Construction Bureau had any misunderstandings about him?

"senior."

Han Feng smiled bitterly, "It's not a resource issue, I really don't have that much time."

"All right."

The fat senior can only leave with regret.

only.

Far away, the fat senior called and cursed remotely while walking, "Didn't you say that Han Feng's legs are so weak that he can't walk whenever he sees energy liquid?!"

"You liar!"

"I don't even look at me when I open my eyes!"

The fat senior left angrily.???

Han Feng's face turned black.

Gan Li Niang!

Is he the kind of person who sees resources weak?!

I am a straight man with a tall and straight man, and I won’t be soft when I see a girl, let alone mere resources!

...

And at this time.

The leader leaves.

Uncle Zhang came over and said, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

"Um."

"promise."

Uncle Zhang handed over a charred sweet potato, "Han Feng, I know you are more motivated, but you have to be restrained when practicing this thing!"

"oh."

Han Feng was scolded honestly.

"Look at your dark circles!"

"If you don't know, you thought you went to steal someone in the middle of the night!"

Uncle Zhang was not angry.

Han Feng: “…”

Uncle Zhang's vocabulary is becoming more and more savage.
To be continued...