"Bang~"

Liu Jiuwa clenched his fist in front of Liu Chunlai and smashed it hard in the middle of the long bench.

The bench was divided into two parts.

mmmp!

Is there really martial arts?

This subverted Liu Chunlai's perception.

If it were a special forces soldier, he would not be surprised at all.

But this is wood.

When Zhou Rong saw this scene, the melon seeds fed to her mouth fell to the ground; small stars appeared in Sun Xiaoyu's eyes, leaning against the kitchen door frame.

"You are the flag bearer, you must know how to protect yourself! The Eighth Patriarch practiced this and reacted quickly on the battlefield, so he was injured several times, and now he is 93 years old and is also tough; your father is the same. After the liberation, few of these young people practiced seriously. Guns are indeed faster than people, and bullets are harder than people's bones. Practicing this is not to let you fight, but to protect yourself..."

Liu Jiuwa picked up the long bench that he broke on the ground, and used his hands as a knife to directly break the legs of the stool on both sides. While cleaning up, he taught Liu Chunlai a lesson.

Then, the destroyed long bench was carried to the stove.

Liu Chunlai is about to cry.

Why did I behave like to joke with Liu Jiuwa and Sun Xiaoyu?

But Liu Jiuwa was beside him, and Zhou Rong was fanning the flames, so he didn't dare to get up.

Liu Chunlai was in tears.

Liu Jiuwa's thoughts are still the old thoughts of the past. What is humane and inhumane does not exist.

law?

This old guy only talks about Brother Pao’s rules. His legal publicity level is not particularly high these days. He has been ordered by Master Liu Ba…

If Liu Chunlai refused to follow suit, he would probably be beaten.

Seeing that this old guy has no 2 taels of flesh on his body, he is so weak, but his whole body is full of strength.

Can't afford to offend!

Her legs were sore and lost consciousness. Liu Chunlai thought that a long time had passed.

"It's almost done, you're just starting out with a cup of tea every day." Liu Jiuwa's words finally made Liu Chunlai breathe a sigh of relief.

He collapsed directly on the ground.

But Liu Jiuwa pulled him up.

Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Long also began to shake. Just as he was about to stand up, Liu Jiuwa glared at him and returned to his original posture.

"You can't sit down, just move on first. You two, a stick of incense!" Liu Jiuwa said to them.

Liu Chunlai's legs were sore and he almost fell down as soon as he stepped out.

Liu Jiuwa grabbed him and asked him to stand up straight. Then Liu Chunlai was so sore that his legs were scratching and pinching, which made Liu Chunlai scream in pain.

But when Liu Jiuwa stopped, the area on her legs and knees still felt pain, but she didn't feel that feeling of powerlessness.

Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Chunlai next to him also began to tremble!

"I haven't practiced my hands for three days! I used to be unable to eat enough, so practicing martial arts was already expensive. In the past few days, I can see that your stomach has grown..." Liu Jiuwa taught the two of them a lesson.

The two of them dared not retaliate.

Liu Chunlai was tortured and could not be with Liu Jiuwa in the future.

Otherwise, there would be no peace in this life.

If necessary, you must not spend the night in the fourth team.

It's only ten minutes!

But he is much happier than Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Long.

One hour!

How much money can you make?

Just wasted...

After breakfast, Liu Long and Liu Zhiqiang walked much better than Liu Chunlai's posture.

"I said, you used to be the same?" Liu Chunlai asked the two of them when he went to the Sequoia Garment Factory.

Obviously, this is an unbearable past.

"In the past, the Eighth Patriarch could eat enough, but he had to practice martial arts..."

"No, collective production. Although the Eighth Patriarch is a five-guarantee household, everyone doesn't have much food to share." Liu Chunlai was a little curious.

Logically speaking, this is impossible.

"The Eighth Patriarch can always get a lot of things, and he kills a pig every year, and few people know the specific ones." Liu Zhiqiang shook his head, "The Eighth Patriarch has many things, but few people know about them."

Liu Chunlai couldn't help but become curious about Master Liu Ba.

When he arrived at the Sequoia Garment Factory, he dragged his lame legs, and Liu Chunlai swayed upstairs like a duck.

Even if Liu Jiuwa pinched the acupoints for him, the soreness cannot be eradicated by massage, and can only be relieved.

Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Long followed behind them, both swaying and walking.

"Manager Liu, are you guys?"

Seeing Liu Chunlai and his friends come in, they are like crabs, and their movements are funny. Huang Li and the design department are all widening their eyes.

Could it be that because you make money, you have to show that you are different from others, so you walk sideways?

"If you have money, walk sideways!" Liu Chunlai saw a slanderous smile on their faces and said self-deprecatingly, "We are rich people, so walking naturally is not ordinary, right?"

This made the young women in the design department laugh and lean back and forth.

The sleepy feeling of working overtime all night disappeared in this moment.

"Okay, have all the samples been processed?" Liu Chunlai asked them.

Hurry up and sent Zhou Rong away that dead woman. She was dissatisfied with her desires. What if she slept with herself one day, what would that be?

"We have all processed it, and some of it look like the proportions are not suitable, so we have changed some. Manager Liu, it is still hot now, so we can only wear it in autumn and winter..."

Huang Li was a little worried.

Let Yin Dongmei, who was waiting aside, display the processed samples.

Liu Chunlai asked Liu Zhiqiang to take out the small metal buttons he brought over and "install these buttons."

Even if he is the best-skilled sewing worker, he doesn't know how to start with the metal buttons in front of him for a while.

Even Huang Li doesn't understand.

Liu Chunlai gave them a label on the drawings, but he said that they would ignore them for now.

"This is a hole, which is directly used to rivet to install it in this way." Liu Chunlai introduced while doing it himself.

Finally, let these designers and sewing workers do it directly.

Soon, these several different styles of denim clothes were freshly released.

The clothes don’t have plastic models, so the effect doesn’t look very obvious at all, especially the upper body effect cannot be seen.

"Or what if you put these on and let's see what's going on?" Liu Chun looked at these young girls.

Although the face is filled with a youthful atmosphere, the dress is too simple.

People rely on clothes and make-up, horses rely on saddles.

Maybe, they are all big beauties?

Long legs are invisible.

It would be bad if you were treated as a gadfly.

"The clothes are full of metal, how can you wear them? Besides, in hot weather, you have to wear them so thickly, you have to cover them with prickly heat!" Wang Yue looked at Liu Chunlai and said dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, how do you wear this clothes!" The other young women were not happy either.

They design and make clothes, which are sold to others for wearing.

Since Liu Chunlai had thought about it, he naturally would not give up.
Chapter completed!