After a few minutes of stalemate, Chang Wen put away the kitchen knife, and Lian Song saw this and put away the gun.

"Like a fool, it's not a martial arts film."

Chang Wen sighed and asked, "What the hell happened?"

"Beast skin."

"ah?"

Lian Song told him what Fang Ark told him, and finally concluded: "Rong Lie said you sold a lot of animal skins, which led to a big gap in inventory now."

"What he said?"

"Is this happening?"

"How do I know, I don't."

Chang Wen crossed his hands on his chest, showing an expression of looking at a fool.

"And you know, although we are a group of butchers, all of them have received compulsory education."

"Sell important cold-resistant materials to others? Are you waiting to be frozen to death?"

Lian Song shrugged: "Rong Lie said, he is the head of your sword man. Let's not interrupt, just say if there is any."

"Is there any, just ask clearly?"

Chang Wen opened the social interface, waved his hand, and the interface screen suddenly enlarged, expanding it into a chat channel dedicated to the palm sword man.

"Get out quickly if you have time!"

"Ah? What happened?"

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Here you come, the spirited guy comes uninvited."

...

For a moment, all 27 people with palm sword gathered. Chang Wen flipped and waved his hand and adjusted the screen directly in front of Lian Song.

For a moment, other people with the palm of the sword saw his face.

"Brother Lian Song?"

"You still have the face to come out?"

"Are you coming back?"

Lian Song raised his hands and signaled that the others were quiet. Suddenly, he realized something and quickly looked at the member interface. There was no Rong Lie.

He looked at Chang Wen, his face full of confusion.

"Rong Lie is an administrator, a high-ranking and powerful figure. The Palm Sword Man is only one of his departments. How could he be there?"

Chang Wen waved his hand: "What do you want to ask? Ask it quickly, before some of them reported you."

Lian Song nodded, continued to look at the channel interface, and then said what he told Chang Wen again.

"So, are you cerebral palsy who are about to sell warm clothes?"

The final summary like the finishing touch has attracted a bunch of replies that need to be blocked.

"Liang Song, don't think that if you become the team leader by relying on the licking area leader, you can look down on us. We also have dignity. Don't we know how important the animal skin is?"

A man with iron bones retorted.

"If you don't investigate clearly, come and ask for punishment. You will bully others with your power. I look down on you!"

As soon as he finished refuting, another man stammered and took over the conversation.

"Actually... I sold a little... just a little."

The iron-bending sword man: "..."

"Why sell it? The area leader gives the palm knife man a good treatment."

Chang Wen asked.

“There are some... special reasons.”

"It's time? I'm here to investigate the truth. Tell me why!"

"It's that... I watched some live broadcast, and then... the girl dressed too little, how pitiful, I'm just feeling compassion..."

Others: "…"

"Your compassion grows on your lower body?"

Lian Song held his forehead and asked, "How much did you sell?"

"Five pictures...not once, several times."

"Well, are you looking at Xiao Ling'er?"

Another swordsman raised his hand bravely.

Lian Song widened his eyes: "How much have you rewarded again?"

"Three pictures..."

"Me too……"

"Actually, I..."

"Get it out!"

Lian Song waved his hand.

"Chang Wen, please count it. Those with three or five will not pursue you, but I want to determine the total."

A few minutes later, Lian Song looked at the statistics and fell into deep thought.

"You have to make every decision and sell it... only more than twenty pieces?"

Lian Song was a little unbelievable: "All the rest of you are saints?"

"No, Lian Song, don't underestimate us."

The man who had given five rewards smiled slightly and took out a small box larger than the tape.

He pressed the button on the box and a picture was projected onto the stone beside him.

"Thank you for your reward, Xiao Ling'er will dance to your brother!"

"Thank you for your reward. I think the little bell is too big...here..."

"Thank you for your reward..."

"Stop!" Lian Song hurriedly stopped, "Good boy, I actually recorded the video."

"We recorded the video separately, so it is not easy to be discovered."

Another man with a knife said: "If you have investment, you will get rewards. She earns our animal skins. We record her look of styling and then earn other people's supplies."

"High! It's really high!"

Lian Song gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"You are quite business-minded, but getting back to the point, since you haven't sold too many animal skins, how come there are only more than sixty pieces left in the animal skin inventory?"

"I don't know, I saved almost twenty animal skins myself, but yesterday Rong Lie said he would manage it in a unified manner, so I handed over fifteen of them."

"I handed over eight."

"I handed over twenty pictures, but I didn't hide my own private parts?"

"Who knows whether Rong Lie means the meaning of the region chief. I always feel that after he becomes an administrator, he will no longer treat us as brothers."

"Yes, I only handed in ten."

Twenty-seven people with palm swords took turns to report the number. Chang Wen found that something was obviously wrong.

"Lian Song, look at this data."

"Um."

Lian Song came over and frowned after seeing the numbers Chang Wen wrote down on the wooden board.

"On average, each person handed in seven pictures, a total of 196 pictures..."

"But Rong Lie said there are only more than sixty pictures..."

Lian Song frowned, and suddenly he figured out something, grabbed the wooden board and fell to the ground with a snap.

"Lian Song, why are you trying to get?"

"I'm angry!"

Lian Song shouted: "I'm so angry at the brothers of the Sword Man!"

"I understand. That old boy Rong Lie is filling his pockets!"

He turned to the channel interface and was filled with righteous indignation.
To be continued...