Tian Xiaopang had been more careful. When he saw that Mr. Bao was about to fall, he hurriedly hugged the old man from behind. He felt that Mr. Bao in his arms was trembling and his face turned pale, and he quickly sent the bear energy over.

After a long time, the second master let out a long sigh and his face calmed down. He burst into tears for a moment and said blankly: "What kind of evil am I doing?"

Several older villagers came forward to comfort him, while more people expressed their confusion: How did this 30,000 yuan become more than three million yuan? If there is such a good thing, let’s try it after receiving the money later?

At this time, you need to understand people. Bao Daming takes the initiative to help everyone solve their doubts: "Listen to me, this is the case. Ergou borrows usury loans with profits. The interest rolls up with the old capital. It is what we call "Donkey rolling". Profits and profits, money makes money, and it is covered with skin, and it will never be paid back until death!"

Of course, the villagers had heard of the donkey rolling, but it was the first time I saw it. I was very curious and I was very curious. I began to ask Bao Da: How is the interest on the donkey rolling? It can turn 30,000 to 3 million.

Although I am a village accountant, I can’t figure out whether it’s a good idea to calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. If he wants to calculate the multiplication, he really can’t figure it out. But of course he won’t admit it: “You are all first-grade students in elementary school, and you don’t understand it even if you tell me!”

They are all from the same village, and they know the bottom of the matter, so everyone can't help but start to make excuses. Especially the old Taoist Piaoran, who took the opportunity to step on it hard: "Da Ming knows you are blind. You can press the calculator and see me calculate it for you. The monthly profit is 4 points, which is 0.04, plus the principal is 1, which is 1.04. Ten years are 120 months, which is 1.04 to the power of 120. Finally, multiply this number with 30,000 yuan, which is the final amount. Da Ming knows, how much is the final amount?"

He said, Bao Damingbie pressed the calculator while looking at the final result, Damingbie's eyes grew long: "Oh my god, it's more than three million. Master Dao, you are really amazing. However, our cooperative doesn't need to share money, and these millions of dollars are just enough to pay off your debt!"

"You are so amazing, you are so good. You didn't have to do this job before when you became a monk, right?" Even Feng Guoqiang raised his finger and praised him endlessly.

That's that's it-the old Taoist was proud: "I can't compare with ordinary people!"

No, which group are you from? Tian Xiaopang almost became angry and followed Bao Erye’s footsteps.

When Tian Xiaopang gave Master Bao Er to his wife to take care of him, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Guoqiang. The blue light flashed in his eyes, like a knife and a sword.

The little fat man was really angry this time. If he hadn't rescued him in time just now, Master Bao would have been in danger and would have lived a life!

Looking at Feng Guoqiang again, he still had a smile on his face, and through the lens, he looked at Tian Xiaopang, and his eyes were full of disdain and gloating. Obviously, such a scene was normal in his eyes, and he had never seen it many times.

"I am just to popularize the knowledge of donkey rolling for the villagers, so as not to be harmed in the future." Before Tian Xiaopang could stand out, the old Taoist Piaoran jumped out with a whisper, and his finger almost poked Feng Guoqiang's nose, "You are so stupid. In Dao's way of playing with the sensible donkey rolling, your conscience is very bad!"

Seeing that the old Taoist finally stood on the right side, everyone was indignant and accused Feng Guoqiang of being unkind and having a bad temper. Like Sa Rigen, who had already started rolling his arms and sleeves, and just waited for a command to start to cut people. No matter what kind of mad dog you are, if you are in Heixiazi's place, the mad dog would become a dead dog.

Feng Guoqiang has seen many people who are more arrogant than the old Taoist. Even those who are desperate for life have encountered countless people, so they stand there without moving, with disdain: "Black and black words, you owe to pay back your debts. Master Dao, you, a person who is a foreigner, shouldn't get involved in these common things?"

"You mean Dao's dog takes the rat, right? I'll take care of this matter today. Let me tell you, Dao's person is also a person who gets half a salary in Heixiazitun. Today I will do my best to be a scumbag!" The old Taoist jumped up and down, making harsh words in his mouth, and working very hard. Everyone nodded secretly: This half salary is really not in vain!

But Feng Guoqiang still smiled, just like to watch the clown. The old Taoist jumped around for a long time and felt a little embarrassed. He was secretly annoyed: These are all lumps of wood, and no one came up to persuade Dao Master, I'll just go down a donkey-

So he frequently glared at Tian Xiaopang and signaled him to come to save the scene.

Of course, Tian Xiaopang understood it. He came to the old Taoist, put his finger into his mouth, and whistled. Soon, a loud bang sound came from the air, and a black shadow stumbled over.

What's this thing? Feng Guoqiang was really shocked and took a few steps back involuntarily, and then he saw a fancy big owl landing in front of the old Taoist.

Maybe it was because the sun was quite dazzling today, and the owl had a bad vision. After landing, he couldn't stand steadily and rolled two more times before he stood firm.

"Master Dao, the owl has arrived, please cast a spell!" Tian Xiaopang shouted with a smile, then retreated into the crowd, preparing to watch the show. He was already calculating in his heart, and just pushed the old Taoist in front as a guise.

You are not supporting the show, but sabotage - the old Taoist is so angry that he picked up the old guy from the ground with his teeth rolling his eyes and starting to think of ways.

What kind of plane is it? Make an owl to scare people and play with a dog and a hunch, right? Then just play with it. No matter how much you think about it, Feng Guoqiang was angry and laughed: "Master Dao, as far as I know, those old foreign witches use owls to cast spells, right?"

The old Taoist blinked and reached out to Feng Guoqiang, "Ignorance junior, Master Dao is not a good thing to guess. If you know the truth, the 30,000 yuan will be based on the rules of private lending. We, Heixiazitun, refer to three times the interest on the bank loan, and take it back with the principal and interest, get out quickly. Otherwise, Master Dao will let you see the power of the owl curse!"

Hahaha—Feng Guoqiang finally pulled off the Sven mask on his face, grinned and laughed wildly, looking very crazy. It is probably his true face of Mad Dog Qiang.

If it really takes the interest rate of the bank, even if it is three times the amount, at most 20%, the interest rate per year is only 6,000, and 60,000 in ten years. This amount of money is not enough for him to raise his younger brother.

So he took off his glasses and threw them to the ground with his eyes showing fierce light: "Old Master, I'm the only one who plays your tricks. Who should I scare you? I haven't seen anyone who lends money and hasn't experienced anything. I'm still very comfortable. Please inquire about it. If I go crazy, I'll be afraid of myself!"

"Today I will kill you, the mad dog!" Sarigen rushed up with a pickaxe in his hand.

As a result, Tian Xiaopang hugged him in the waist. If it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to stop him. After hearing the fat man muttering "If you want to destroy him, you must first make him crazy", Sarigen stopped struggling.

"Mad dog, you are really a mad dog!" The old Taoist was also in a difficult situation. Looking at Feng Guoqiang's hideous face, the old Taoist muttered: "Heaven and spiritual, the earth and spiritual, the owl enters the house, and he will come without any trouble. He either dies his wife or loses money-"

In Feng Guoqiang's eyes, these tricks were like children's plays, which made him even more crazy: "Yes, I'm just a mad dog, I eat people and don't spit bones!"

At this time, Tian Xiaopang, who was huddling behind the old Taoist, poked his head out, tossed and turned, and kept muttering: "Crazy, this guy is crazy, he has completely turned into a mad dog!"

While muttering, he kept slapping his hands, making a slap sound, and the rhythm was very strange. The old Taoist was stunned when he heard it, and glanced at the little fat man, and then he also muttered the words in his mouth: "Mad dog, mad dog, you are mad dog..."

Dahuang seemed to feel something, smiled slightly, turned on his phone, and started the live broadcast.

Feng Guoqiang's younger brothers laughed, and as for Mad Dog Qiang, they laughed even more crazily: "Hahaha———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

It seemed something was wrong when the sound was heard. The little brothers shut up together, leaving Feng Guoqiang with only the mouth wobbled.

"The boss is really cooperating."

"Just tease these mountain cannons."

The little brothers talked a few times and soon came to a conclusion.

Of course, the onlookers thought so, and they became angry for a moment: This mad dog is strong and too arrogant. Does it feel like he wants to beat someone up?

The old Taoist doesn't think so. Because he is closest to Feng Guoqiang, he can truly feel the changes of this guy, especially those eyes, which have become extremely crazy. How can there be a trace of human rationality?

Click back, don't be bitten by this guy - the old Taoist moved back, but continued to mutter: "Crazy, crazy, this guy is crazy, hurry up and send him to the mental hospital!"

If you want to give it, you will give it to you first, and you will play with owls. You will feel abnormal when you look at it! The little brother Feng Guoqiang brought looked at the old Taoist with contempt, and then a little yellow-haired suddenly screamed: "Boss, boss, why have you climbed up? It's cold on the ground!"

I saw Feng Guoqiang bent down at some point, supported his hands and feet on the ground, crawling on the snow continuously. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, which was very solid. His two slaps were supported on the snow, and his mouth was still whimpering. Especially the sticking butt, which was twisting around, was almost about to have a tail.

The younger brothers couldn't help but look at each other: The boss is too immersed in the show, so we don't have to be so devoted to acting, right?

So Huangmao hurried forward and wanted to pull the boss out of the ground. The performance was too much, so it was a joke.

The yellow-haired hand was just put on the boss's shoulder, but Feng Guoqiang rushed to the side suddenly, turned his head, and made a whimpering threat from his mouth. The fierce gaze was like a wolf, so scared that the yellow-haired took a few steps back, sat on the ground, and kept jumping.

What is even more jaw-dropping is that the dozen big dogs that were originally mixed among the villagers also made loud screams, and they all fled to their homes with their tails squatting. They seemed to be very scared.

Bao Daming slapped his thigh hard: "It's worthy of reputation, why is this guy really a mad dog?"
Chapter completed!