fictionpage Chapter 158 Sir, are you trying to kill me?!
Chapter 158 Sir, are you trying to kill me?!
Fang Ruoxi's words, "Uncle Wang, would you like a cup of tea?" were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating strange ripples in the courtyard.
The once bustling construction site fell into an instant silence.
Saga, who was using another dimension to transport "Starry Black Gold," had a barely perceptible tremor in his hand.
The heavy piece of black metal nearly slipped from his grasp and smashed through the foundation.
Camus, who was using "absolute zero" to cool the wall, couldn't control himself and sprayed a breath of cold air that went astray.
An innocent pomegranate tree nearby was instantly transformed into a crystal-clear ice sculpture, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.
In mid-air, Mu, who was weaving the branches of the "World Tree" with telekinesis, suddenly opened his eyes.
The out-of-control psychic power swept through like a whirlwind, causing the newly erected roof beams to creak under the strain, almost twisting them into pretzels.
Even the tough mercenary gardeners stopped hoeing, their eyes wide and staring intently at the lucky guy who had been spoken to by the "fairy".
The same emotion was surging in their eyes.
Why should I?!
Why him again?!
We poured our sweat and energy into building Mr. [Name]'s "automated farm," working ourselves to the bone like dogs.
We fought tooth and nail over a cup of tea brewed by my husband, our very souls shattered.
You're just an ordinary person who gave me a bunch of scallions and a piece of broken wood. Why should I be treated like a gossip and have tea?
What the hell!
Ares, in particular, had just returned from inspecting the backyard, humming a little tune, and was about to ask for a cup of tea as well.
As a result, he heard these words that shattered his soul.
He stared intently at the honest-looking Old Wang, then glanced at the cups of "Enlightenment Tea" on Fang Ruoxi's tray, which exuded a Daoist charm.
The God of War's eyes turned red in an instant.
A divine fire called "jealousy" exploded in his chest!
As the focus of everyone's attention, Old Wang was so frightened by the dozens of murderous gazes that he lost his mind.
What...what did he do wrong?
He was just standing there in a daze for a while, wasn't he?
Why are all these living gods looking at him with eyes that seem to want to devour him alive?
"No...no, no! Miss, I'm not thirsty! I'm really not thirsty at all!"
Old Wang was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
joke!
Even if you gave him a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare drink this cup of tea under such gazes.
He had no doubt that if he dared to nod, he would be torn into cosmic dust by this group of "gods" in the next second!
Fang Ruoxi was also taken aback by the scene.
She was just being polite.
Why... is everyone reacting so strongly?
She looked pleadingly at her cousin, Fang Qingxue, who was not far away.
Fang Qingxue rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
She walked over quickly, first giving Old Wang an apologetic smile, then lowering her voice to explain to Fang Ruoxi, who was still clueless:
"Ruoxi, remember this: in this courtyard, anything related to the Master, even a single tea leaf, is an unparalleled opportunity."
These opportunities must be earned through merit; they cannot be given away casually.
She glanced at her "colleagues" whose eyes were still burning with passion.
"If you really give this cup of tea to Grandpa Wang, you won't be helping him, you'll be harming him."
Fang Ruoxi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Looking at the tea on the tray, and then at the group of ruthless big shots around her, she finally realized how "fatal" her actions had been.
She stuck out her tongue, dared not say another word, and prepared to slip away with the tray.
"etc."
A lazy voice came from the doorway.
It's Lin Fan.
He had woken up at some point and was leaning against the doorframe, watching the bizarre scene in the courtyard with amusement.
"Ruoxi, right?" Lin Fan pointed to the tray in her hands. "Is the tea for them?"
"Yes...yes, sir." Fang Ruoxi's palms were sweating nervously. "I saw everyone was working hard, so I took the liberty of doing it..."
"That's a good idea."
Lin Fan nodded, then changed the subject.
"But the method is wrong."
He strolled over and picked up a cup of tea from the tray.
"These guys are all tough and thick-skinned; this kind of work won't tire them out."
He glanced at the group of "employees" who were staring at him expectantly and curled his lip.
"Would you like some tea? Sure."
"Build the main structure of the house today, and whoever performs the best will get a share."
Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the group of "employees" instantly changed!
The resentment and jealousy I felt just now vanished completely!
Instead, they were filled with a fanatical fighting spirit, as if they had been injected with divine blood!
"Rest assured, sir! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"
"Forget the main structure today! I'll risk my life to finish sealing the roof for you!"
"Don't try to take it from me! I'm buying all the cement... no, the Breath of Earth!"
A group of people roared and burst forth with ten times more enthusiasm than before, throwing themselves into the work.
Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Yes, performance-based incentive systems are very effective.
Then, he turned around and looked at Old Wang, who was still in shock.
He casually handed the cup of tea, which he had just given as a "performance reward," to Old Wang.
"Old Wang, here, this one's for you."
Lin Fan spoke casually, as if handing a glass of cool water to a thirsty neighbor.
"You looked so scared, your face turned pale. Have a cup of tea to calm your nerves."
For an instant.
The whole world fell silent once more.
The construction site, which had just been bustling with activity, fell into an even more complete, deathly silence.
All the "employees'" movements were frozen in time.
They turned their heads slowly, mechanically.
With an even more desperate and devastated look than before, he stared intently at Old Wang, who was holding the "divine tea" and looking completely bewildered.
Old Wang looked at the teacup in his hand.
The warm, Daoist aura that made his very soul tremble was continuously emanating from the cup.
He looked around again.
Those faces of "gods" were twisted and grotesque with extreme jealousy.
He burst into tears on the spot.
Young Master Lin... no, Mr. Lin!
You...you want me to die?!