Zhang Xiaoheng had a two-skinned face: "Speaking of the big sky, we will at most divide the spoils unevenly, hehehe." ”

"I'm sorry!" Sikong Shou was directly angry with him: "I'll go to your uneven distribution of spoils! You still eat people with short mouths and short hands? From the time you say anything about the root of heaven and earth, I should know that you are not a good thing! At a young age, you talk one thing at a time, where do you have so many hearts!"

Zhang Xiaoheng was still straightforward: "What is my heart? This is filial piety! Obviously, of course, the general thinks that it is okay to make a deal, and it is also clear, but I put it up openly, and I don't hide it at all, where is the slightest hint of conspiracy? You just give me a happy word, we want to learn spiritual arts, okay, right?"

"Okay!" Sikong Shou choked his neck: "But I still have something to say!"

"Report ——!" Sikong Shou was about to speak, when the herald below suddenly ran into the tent and shouted: "Report!

......

When he returned to the station, it was already after eight o'clock in the evening, and when Zhang Xiaoheng came back, he shouted: "Do you have anything to eat!

Big Niu Erniu: "......" They thought Zhang Xiaoheng was eating steamed buns.

Creedy Quake: "......" They thought that Zhang Xiaoheng had eaten back to the pot meat.

Everyone looked at the exploding head in unison, and their eyes were very unanimous in contempt - what kind of balls to eat? Whose imagination is poverty limited?

Only Bai Depi and Wei Mingcai did something different, and they each took out a steamed bun...... Bai Depi has been poor since he was a child, and he is afraid of hunger, even if he comes to blood killing training, he is used to hiding a ration, while Wei Mingcai is afraid that he will be hungry and is used to preparing more food.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoheng's unequivocal posture of grabbing the steamed buns and nibbling them, everyone knew that the general was invited this time, but obviously he didn't eat.

The exploding head looked confused: "Boss, why is General Sikong so picky? I called you there during the meal, and I didn't get you anything to eat? I let you starve alone until now?"

Zhang Xiaoheng had something in his mouth, shook his head, didn't answer, and concentrated on chewing.

Bai Depi said: "Hey, who said that rich people eat eggs? See, rich people don't eat, where else will the money come from?"

Wei Mingcai disagreed: "Don't talk nonsense, money is earned, and the province can't be saved." "It's the standard rich man's mindset indeed.

Seeing that the topic was about to be distorted, Zhang Xiaoheng also happened to swallow a bite of food, and hurriedly interrupted: "What are you picking? Don't talk nonsense, there is another important matter delayed today, let me tell you, good news! It is because of this news that we even forgot to eat." ”

"What's the good news?" everyone hurriedly came up and surrounded Zhang Xiaoheng.

Zhang Xiaoheng smiled: "Here's how it ...... thing"

......

It turned out that the herald at that time gave the order, which was simply "the military camp teaches spiritual arts to all the students participating in the trial in the form of apprentices, miscellaneous servants, or tasks."

...... I remember that at that time, after taking turns to read the password, the faces of all the generals changed, and they became very strange, and their eyes looking at Zhang Xiaoheng were also full of scrutiny and puzzlement.

When Zhang Xiaoheng was puzzled, Zuo Chao said: "Just take a look for yourself." So, he simply handed over the password to Zhang Xiaoheng, so Zhang Xiaoheng also saw such a sentence.

...... At that time, Zhang Xiaoheng really didn't remember what kind of expression he was.

In the following time, Zhang Xiaoheng has been discussing the details of Lingyi learning with the six generals, trying to win more opportunities for his camp, apprentices need part-time miscellaneous servants? No problem, the more the better; miscellaneous servants also have to complete trials? Of course, this is the basic requirement for us; rest the Japanese military camp is endless, so we may have to work overtime? Overtime is welcome; Some spiritual arts courses are very important, and they will not wait for them to expire? Of course, how can there be a reason for masters and other apprentices.

In this way, after some bargaining, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and the generals felt that it was very cost-effective, and they got a batch of free long-term workers and made money. Zhang Xiaoheng felt that it was too cost-effective, and he got a group of dedicated masters, and he would take the initiative to add classes and make a lot of money.

In the end, everyone was very happy, and they talked about the feeling of drinking and cooking three times and five flavors, and they forgot to eat, and hurriedly disbanded and returned to the camp.

So that's it......

Bai Depi cried with a sad face: "Arrogant brother...... Do we really have to learn Lingyi? Those things are so troublesome, they feel so hard to think about. ”

"That's right!" The exploding head also frowned: "We are blood killing students, it is enough to participate in the blood killing decisive battle, as long as our realm is strong enough and our spiritual power is strong enough, why is there any need to learn that?"

"What about you, do you all think the same way?" Zhang Xiaoheng was not anxious, and asked everyone with a smile.

Everyone didn't speak, but they all had suspicious expressions on their faces, obviously all of them had this thought.

"It's okay, but fortunately, you have brought it up now, if you agree on the surface, but in private, it will be a big loss. Zhang Xiaoheng said: "It is estimated that there are not a few people in the camp who have similar thoughts to you, right? After speaking, Zhang Xiaoheng went to practice 10,000 punches.

......

It is no secret that Zhang Xiaoheng's practice is different from others, he will put on some strange postures, and he will practice simple horse step boxing, every day, rain or shine. In the earliest days, there were still people who were curious about his unusual strength and learned from him to exercise like that, but the practice of 10,000 fists could not achieve results in a short period of time, so many people gave up.

Later, Zhang Xiaoheng couldn't break through the second order for a long time, and everyone didn't follow the practice anymore, and in the end, everyone thought that he was refining the body, and for spiritual cultivation, refining the body was a last resort, so everyone believed it even more, because his spirit body was too poor, so he had to choose this route.

It's been two years, and everyone has changed from following and trying at the beginning to letting it go, because no matter how much they practice, they can't try to do it like this, and they can only be used as evidence of his diligent practice.

The next day, Zhang Xiaoheng put the intelligence and military order sending and receiving work back on track, and integrated all the students from several camps who participated in this work mission - with fists.

Well, first use your fists, but more importantly, use scientific management, when the students found that they did what these powerful guys said, the whole thing suddenly became easier, they were quickly convinced, and the progress of the work became faster, which is enough, who doesn't want to work a little easier?

In fact, Zhang Xiaoheng's management method is not complicated at all, it is a simple assembly line operation method, he assigns special personnel, divides intelligence and military orders into two categories, and then separates several items such as decryption, analysis, reporting, and feedback, so as to completely separate everyone's work, and everyone has fewer things, but the efficiency has been greatly improved.

In contrast, yesterday everyone had a lot of work left unfinished, and everyone had two or three documents in their hands, and they had to solve all the work such as decryption, analysis, delivery, and feedback, so that even if there were more people, they would be all too busy to touch the ground.

But today, there is only one person in charge of classifying military orders and intelligence, twelve people are responsible for decryption, two people are responsible for analysis, and two more people are sent to run errands, which not only increases efficiency, but also leaves almost ten people there with nothing to do......

This group of people was arranged by Zhang Xiaoheng to take turns to rest, so the two sets of assembly line systems were formally formed, and at this time, Zhang Xiaoheng suddenly found that he had nothing to do. So, he ran to help the guy who classified military orders and intelligence.

The little brother who assigned intelligence and military orders was a student in the seventh camp, he was the leader of a five-person squad, when he first came, this guy walked horizontally, and now he lowered his eyebrows and was very angry, and he didn't feel like he had been hammered just now: "Hey, Brother Heng, you can rest quickly, hey, with us here, how can you be tired anymore?" Come on, come on, sit." ”

Zhang Xiaoheng laughed: "It's okay, don't worry about me, let's do it together, let's do it faster, and we can chat when we have some time, right?"

"Yo, you're going to torture me, how can I be qualified to chat with a big man like you. This little brother is very clear about his positioning: "Big brother, the name of your No. 15 camp has long been spread, and now, who doesn't know about No. 15 camp? You not only have the most survivors, but also the most powerful, take our 7 battalion as an example, Brother Tietou has the most people, there are twelve of them, plus himself, known as the Thirteen King Kongs, you don't know, they are in the camp, that is so powerful that you don't want it!"

"It's a pity, the day before yesterday he provoked the people of your 15th battalion, who do you say he provoked? I wanted to provoke a boss named Leng or something, but Leng Boss didn't make a move, he had two generals in his hands, and he killed the thirteen King Kongs with a stomachache, and it was a coincidence that the No. 8 camp ......."

"Stop, stop. Stop!" Zhang Xiaoheng was dizzy when he heard this: "What are you talking about stomach pain? Do we have these two people in the 15th Battalion?"

The little brother laughed and said, "So you don't know that stomach pain is struggling, then I'm relieved." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Xiaoheng had a question mark on his face: "Why are you at ease again?"

The little brother said: "You don't even know the combination of Wei Ping and Tong Tie, the two generals under Boss Leng, it can be seen that your status in Camp 15 is estimated to be about the same as me, that is, a team leader, a small leader, but you are the small leader of Camp 15, you must be more powerful than me, let's call Brother Heng." ”