Kong Fansheng looked at Song Beichuan and his group as they were getting farther away, his eyes were still full of hesitation, but his mouth was involuntarily moving, as if his body was asking him to do the right thing.

"Wait a minute!" Kong Fansheng shouted: "It's too dangerous outside now. If the zombies are really going toward Brother Song, then I can guarantee that no one will be more dangerous than you, so you must be careful. Why not stay here tonight? I have many rooms here, enough for you to sleep."

Song Beichuan stopped and smiled on his face, but what he wanted to hear was not the sentence, so he turned his head and said, "No need, the location where I stationed is very close to here. If I drive with all my strength, I can get there in twenty minutes, so there is no need to disturb you here."

After saying that, Kong Fansheng also knew Song Beichuan’s intention. If he didn’t say that, he wouldn’t stay here even if he killed him. After so long, Kong Fansheng was indeed a little afraid of these zombies, so he said, “Stay here, I agree. When it dawns tomorrow, let your troops come in.”

When Song Beichuan heard this, he left and returned to his kind smile and said, "Mr. Kong, you finally did the right thing."

"Okay, now we can't help it. Our two families still need to unite against those zombies."

"That's right, but the brother behind you reacted well. If it weren't for the shot he fired, maybe I'd become a piece of flesh in the mouth of the zombies now. If I died here, I would inevitably provoke a fierce war. I believe my soldiers will not have much less threat to you than the coming zombies." Song Beichuan said with a smile.

Kong Fansheng nodded and said to the guard behind him: "Tell me your name by Mr. Huaqing President."

The guard was like a facial paralysis. He was praised by such a big figure without any unnecessary expression on his face. It was no exaggeration to call him a poker face. Instead of saying coldly, "My name is Wu Long, thank you for your praise from Mr. President."

Song Beichuan looked at his face and always felt that it was so familiar. He suddenly remembered a character, Bai Rongfeng. Apart from not looking similar, the expressions and movements on their faces were exactly the same. The reason was that neither of them had expressions, and they didn't even smile.

However, after dealing with Bai Rongfeng, Song Beichuan was experienced in treating this kind of poker face, so he said: "Wu Long, you did a good job. Although you haven't realized it yet, if you saved my life, it means you saved tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of lives, but it can be regarded as immeasurable merit."

After hearing Song Beichuan's praise, Wu Long just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Kong Fansheng smiled slightly and said smoothly: "My brother, that's what I am. I don't say much, but my skills are really good. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to react so quickly just now, right?"

Song Beichuan also smiled and said, "I also have such a serious master around me who is very skilled, but he didn't come with him this time and put them together and chatted for a day. I'm interested in taking a look!"

When Kong Fansheng heard this, he burst into laughter and said, "I didn't expect that Brother Song is so funny! It's just ten o'clock now, I wonder if you are interested in having a midnight snack?"

Song Beichuan smiled and said, "After rushing for so long, I can't help but get hungry. I heard that the sheep from the Northwest generation are famous all over the world. I wonder if I have the chance to eat today?"

"For me, I will respond to all my requests!" Kong Fansheng said with a smug smile on his face.

As a result, Kong Fansheng ordered someone to make a living sheep. They were smoking and chatting here. After a while, a group of people appeared in front of Song Beichuan. Two of them were carrying sheep that had been furred all the time. Then they began to remove a carpet in front of everyone, and then they picked out a few pieces of the floor below, which was about the area needed for this sheep.

Immediately afterwards, they surrounded the stones below into a circle, putting charcoal and thick rounds inside, and a long-lasting item such as burning for a while, and then a big fire rose in the circle of rocks.

Then he put the sheep on the fire and baked it slowly. He didn't know that a range hood or a movable range hood was brought over. Song Beichuan was the first to see it.

I saw that all the smoke produced by roasted lamb was taken away by the range hood, and there was no smell of smoke and fire in front of everyone.

After all these are done, only one person will be left behind. Where to rotate the roasting lamb? You must know that it is impossible to completely roast it through this method. It must be heated evenly. More importantly, roast it and eat it immediately. When the outer layer is roasted with oil and red, you can start cutting the meat. At this time, the meat is the tenderest and fragrant. If you add some salt, pepper, and pepper noodles, you will wish you even swallow your tongue into your stomach.

But when Song Beichuan looked at everything in front of him, he felt that this method was too extravagant and wasted! He thought that eating sheep would be pretty good, or a bowl of mutton soup or a bowl of mutton noodles, but in the end he didn't expect that he would get the whole lamb roasted. To be honest, it was not like this. It was more like showing off his wealth and the rights in his hands.

It seemed as if I said again: "I want to eat sheep, and I must do it for me now, no matter what method you use."

And looking at the skillful steps of the staff, it was definitely not the first time he was so willful, but it was said to be frequent.

If you are showing off your rights, why use it to build it on the weak? This is of no use except to make you complain.

Song Beichuan looked at the roasted lamb that was constantly spinning on the fire, and a polite smile appeared on his red cheeks, saying, "We can't finish eating such a big roasted lamb."

"There are six big men in total. What is it to eat a sheep? If I come to eat with a half, it will not be a big deal!" He said this and patted his round belly.

"How much money do you pay for these busy people? I'll kill a sheep in the middle of the night, and make everything orderly. I'm afraid I'll give them a lot of money."

Kong Fansheng smiled contemptuously and said, "Give me money? Their job is to serve me. There will definitely be wages, but not a lot. Despite this, some people want to get here, and even have agents. They think this is a good job and they have to get some money if they want to come in!"

Song Beichuan's eyes were staring at the roasted sheep spinning on the fire. When Kong Fansheng finished saying this, he clearly saw a bitter smile on the face of the roasted sheep man. He seemed to think that this was a good job and that working here was at least an iron rice bowl, so he tried to come in.

Song Beichuan has seen many such scenes, especially as written in "The Siege". People in the city want to go out and people outside the city want to come in, but now it is getting worse. People outside the city squeeze their heads and want to come in to this Garden of Eden, and people in the city want to die.

Seeing all this happening, Song Beichuan used to have ideals and wanted to change the world. After the disaster, the one thing he wanted to do the most is to make the world fairer, and everyone is for me, and I am for everyone.

But it failed in the end. There was no way to build such a world. As long as there were classes in this world, there was no possibility.

He was not discouraged. Although the goal was set very high, the accomplishment was quite good. He allowed the people within his sphere of influence to live the best life. I dare not say anything else that no force in the entire Eurasian continent is better than Song Beichuan.

Whether in terms of economy, technology, or industry, he is confident that he ranks at the forefront of the world, and some forces have not even established schools.

Therefore, the cliff-like fall of talents is just a matter of time...

Thinking of this, Kong Fansheng, who was standing by, suddenly interrupted: "Mr. Song, this kind of sheep is not an ordinary sheep. It is usually stocked in the mountains and forests, eating herbs, drinking mountain springs, and picking Liuwei Dihuang Pills! Not to mention the meat quality, it is so delicious. If you taste the mutton here, you will feel that the mutton from other places is garbage!"

Song Beichuan did not respond more, but nodded slightly, then took the ceramic plate handed over by the waiter, looked at the fat and oily lamb inside, picked it up with chopsticks, and then sent it into his mouth. After chewing it a few times, he felt that it melted in his mouth. The slice of lamb seemed to have turned into soup and slowly spread in his mouth.

The aroma of mutton fills the entire mouth, and the smell of mutton is very small and almost no. For those who cannot eat the smell of mutton, this is simply the best in the world. However, as the saying goes: mutton is not mutton, and women are not slutty, and they are all tasteless.

So many people like to eat mutton, but they like the pungent smell, especially raw mutton, which can make people feel a little disgusting.

After eating one slice, he also gave another slice to his mouth, chewed it carefully, and felt the deliciousness of the mutton. On the other hand, Kong Fansheng, who was beside him, was called eating a voracious swallow. With one chopstick, he could pick up four or five slices of mutton, and swallowed it after chewing it for a few seconds. Then he took a sip of white wine, which was called what time it was.

The only one who is close to him is Li Xiaodong, who also eats voraciously, regardless of his image.

Song Beichuan didn't hate people who could eat and drink like this, but he didn't eat much like this sheep and put down the chopsticks on just two plates. However, he didn't go back to the room to rest until the end of the meal. This was also a little respect for Kong Fansheng.
Chapter completed!