Number One Ugly Husband

Chapter 074

Bao Ye drove back to the construction site, Nian Tong and Boss Chu were already waiting for him at the gate.

"Mr. Jin, you are finally back."

Bao Ye got out of the car and asked, "How much blood did you receive?"

Boss Chu sighed and said, "There are not many people in Dongcheng District who sincerely donate blood voluntarily. Many people donate blood because of my face. In the end, they only received blood from [-] to [-] slaves."

Nian Tong went on to say, "The situation in Beicheng District is similar to that in Dongcheng District. Only tens of thousands of people donated blood. On the contrary, the situation in Xicheng District is better. Of the 25 people, only 3 did not donate blood."

Bao Ye chuckled: "Boss Lu forced them to donate, right?"

Nian Tong nodded hesitantly: "Mr. Jin, I don't understand. As long as we put a little pressure on these slaves, we can get them to donate more blood. Why do you only want them to donate blood voluntarily? The blood we collect now Not enough to save slaves in nearby towns."

Bao Ye explained: "The current slaves are becoming more and more cold-blooded under the pressure of the environment. They are obviously capable of saving others, but they turn a blind eye and watch the living lives die before their eyes. What I do now is I want to bring back the last bit of goodness deep in their hearts. As long as they have a little compassion in their hearts, they will be infected by other people who are willing to donate blood. Let them know that saving people is a happy thing, and it is something that makes them feel happy. ] will not regret the things they have done for a lifetime. If we force them to donate blood, it will only make them more resentful, and they will not want to save people in the future.”

These words reminded Niantong of the situation in Xicheng District. The slaves in Xicheng District were very reluctant to donate their blood under the threat of Lu Da, with an expression of daring anger but not speaking out.Looking back now, the blood released by such oppression is not qualified to be called blood donation at all.

He said ashamedly: "Unexpectedly, I, who have lived for 50 years, can't think as clearly as you, a young man in his early twenties."

Boss Chu asked: "What should I do if I don't have enough blood now?"

Bao Ye laughed and said, "It won't be enough. After we drink the blood of the slaves in other cities, the blood of those slaves will also produce resistance. Then let the slaves who drank the blood donate their blood to other people. people can be saved.”

Nian Tong's eyes brightened: "Can it still be like this?"

"Of course it can be like this. I didn't say it before, but I wanted you to be more active in finding someone to donate blood."

Nian Tong laughed: "That's true. If you told me this at the beginning, I would never have been so active in finding someone to donate blood, and I would not have stayed up all night and traveled across two urban areas. Give the blood to people in other cities."

Baoye put away his smile and said seriously: "Tell them that just drinking a little blood can cure their diseases, and after six hours, draw the blood from their bodies and give it to other people and other city slaves. And One point, you can't use this blood and other people's blood to trade, and threaten other slaves not to give them blood to drink. If I know that there is such a thing, I will make him suffer from other diseases after he recovers. "

Nian Tong nodded: "I will tell."

He took his own people and Boss Chu and they drove away from the construction site and came to the outskirts of Gongcheng.

The people hiding in the dark saw Nian Tong in the passenger seat and ran out excitedly: "A Tong, A Tong, we are here."

"Brother." Nian Tong quickly got out of the car and handed them the blood to drink: "The blood is the blood of slaves who drank the potion. It can cure and resist black spot disease."

Nian Tong's eldest brother, Nian Huai, and several high-ranking slaves from other cities drank blood into their stomachs without saying a word.

Nian Tong told them Bao Ye's confession.

"We will never buy or sell blood and threaten other slaves not to give them blood." Nian Huai and the senior slaves patted their chests to assure them, and then asked, "Atong, whoever gave the slaves in Gongcheng the potion and who thought of using it?" Is it the same person who treated melasma with slave blood?"

"Correct!"

"Then the slave who told us to donate blood to other cities is also the same person?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Nian Huai smiled and said, "I just want to know who the person who saved us is, can you tell us?"

"He-" Nian Tong smiled happily: "His name is...

Speaking of this, he inexplicably thought of Nian Gao's nagging words in front of him that the sixth child always called the ugly slave to protect the master and protect the master, and the ugly slave is not very good, what kind of master is he!

Nian Huai saw that he didn't speak halfway through his speech, and asked, "What's wrong? Can't you say it?"

"No, I just thought of something suddenly."

"Then what's his name?"

Nian Tong resumed his cheerful laughter again: "His name is Baoye."

"Master Bao?" Nian Huai said with a smile, "I remember."

Bao Ye, who was far away on the construction site, sneezed: "It must be a mental illness that misses me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Deacon Tao came: "Young Master Jin, the master is looking for you and asked you to go to the office."

"I know he missed me again." Bao Ye came to the office on the tenth floor.

Dong Ling Ce glanced at his face: "I did a good job overnight, and my face is back to normal, promise me."

Bao Ye touched his face, the sarcoma on his face was much smaller and less numerous: "Master, what do you want from me?"

Dong Ling Ce looked him up and down: "Haven't you felt uncomfortable since yesterday?"

"Yes, I haven't slept all night, I'm so sleepy, my eyelids are fighting." Bao Ye chuckled: "Master, do you want to give me a day off and let me have a good rest?"

Dong Ling Ce smiled meaningfully: "Okay, it's fine to rest for two days."

"So good?" Bao Ye looked at him suspiciously: "You won't want to do anything bad to me again, will you?"

"If you are afraid that I will play tricks, don't rest."

"Tch, my master Bao has never been afraid of anyone. If you have the guts, let him come here." Baoye walked to the door: "It's agreed, let me take two days off, don't play tricks."

"If I take back what I just said, I will be a puppy."

Baoye saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he quickly opened it and left. Passing by the hall where the deacons were working, he shivered suddenly.

He rubbed his arm with goosebumps: "Why is it so cold?"

Bao Ye felt as if he was in a freezer with a temperature of minus one dryness, and his whole body was shaking from the cold. If he hadn't been protected by divine power, he might have frozen to death long ago.

Could it be that the game of the gods is not over yet?But Dad didn't tell me that after the plague, the weather will turn cold!

He looked at the deacon who was using a paper fan to cool off the heat, and asked, "Don't you feel cold?"

The deacon, who was so hot that his head was full of hair, gave him a look of mental illness.

"I feel so cold, my hands are numb from the cold, if you don't believe me, just feel it." Baoye grabbed the opponent's hand.

The deacon gave him another look: "Your hands are so hot and sweaty."

If the master didn't value this ugly slave, he would have wanted to smoke him a long time ago.

Baoye slapped his hands and saw that he was really sweating, so why did he feel so cold?I got sick?But it is impossible for a person with divine power to get sick so easily.

He immediately thought of Dong Ling Ce, but Dong Ling Ce hadn't done anything since he entered the office and came out. By the way, Dong Ling Ce asked him if he felt uncomfortable, which means he knew early on that he would uncomfortable.

Baoye returned to Dongling's office: "Did you do something to me?"

Dong Ling Ce saw that his whole body was trembling, and hooked his lips: "Have you had a seizure?"

Bao Ye rubbed his hands together while warming up: "What did you do to me?"

"This is the fate of you biting me indiscriminately." Dong Lingce took a sip of tea leisurely: "My blood is not so delicious, if I can't hold on, I will die. For the sake of making fun of me, you can't drink it. Let me remind you, use ice to get rid of the cold."

"Use ice?" Bao Ye felt so cold that he had an auditory hallucination: "Use ice to get rid of the cold? How do you use ice to get rid of the cold? You won't play tricks on me, will you?"

Dong Ling Ce smiled and said nothing.

Baoye thinks that only by believing in him will there be ghosts.

He immediately teleported back to Dongling Ce's villa, turned on the water heater, and stretched out his hand to test the water temperature: "Wow, it's so cold."

Baoye looked at the steaming water: "It's obviously hot water, why is it so cold?"

Immediately afterwards, the right hand turned into an ice cube.

Bao Ye was taken aback: "Is it frozen?"

So the mental illness didn't lie to him.

Baoye ran to the first floor holding his frozen hand, put his hand into the ice box, and sighed comfortably: "It's so warm and comfortable."

Da Chao, who was cleaning, looked at him blankly: "It's so warm? Is it warm too?"

Bao Ye didn't answer him, and quickly stuffed the ice into his body: "Damn, it's finally much warmer."

Da Chao stretched his hand into the refrigerator in confusion, it was obviously cold, how could it be warm?

Bao Ye's body warmed up a lot, and his body became soft and cottony. He couldn't exert any strength, as if he had done a lot of work. He was so tired that he only wanted to fall on the sofa next to him and have a good sleep. But just now Sitting down, he suddenly felt that his body was full of strength, and he had an urge to work, but he felt too tired outside his body, which was a particularly contradictory feeling.

"I'm so tired." He snatched the broom in Da Chao's hand, cleaned the inside and outside of the villa, and found a rag and bucket to wipe the whole villa, not even leaving Da Chao's shoes Pass.

Da Chao watched his only blue cloth shoes being washed white and left outside, and he was speechless for a while.

Baoye ran to Zisang Yanruo's room again and took out all her underwear. Seeing each piece of cute underwear, he felt like he was going to cry, the problem was that he couldn't control himself.

"Ah, Mom, I didn't mean to take your underwear, please forgive me."

He took the clothes downstairs, threw them into a big basin, filled the basin with water, and washed them one by one with washing powder.

When Da Chao saw him coming down with Zi Sang Yanruo's underwear, he couldn't help staring: "Mr. Jin, you, you, you, you..." You spent a long time without saying a complete sentence.

"I don't want to either. Don't tell my mother, no, don't tell Miss Zisang."

Da Chao came back to his senses: "Master Jin, don't you have a washing machine? Why do you still wash it by hand?"