74. WARMTH DEEP IN THEIR HEARTS.

 

Bao Ye drove back to the construction site, Nian Tong and Boss Chu were already waiting for him at the gate.

“Mr. Jin, you are finally back.”

Bao Ye got out of the car and asked, “How much blood did you get?”

Boss Chu sighed and said, “There are not many people in Dongcheng District who donated blood voluntarily, I only received the blood of 40,000 to 50,000 slaves in the end.”

Nian Tong continued: “The situation in Beicheng District is similar to that in Dongcheng District. There were only tens of thousands of people donating blood. On the contrary, the situation in Xicheng District is better. Of the 150,000 people, only 30,000 have not donated blood.”

Bao Ye chuckled, “Boss Lu forced them to donate, right?”

Nian Tong nodded hesitantly: “Mr. Jin, I don’t understand, as long as there is a little pressure on these slaves, we can get them to donate more blood, why do you only want them to donate blood voluntarily? Now the blood we collected is not enough to save slaves in nearby towns.”

 

Bao Ye explained: “The current slaves are in their environment
have become more and more cold-blooded under the persecution of others. They have the ability to save others, but they turn a blind eye and watch the lives die in front of their eyes. What I want to do now is to bring back the warmth deep in their hearts, as long as they have a little compassion in their hearts, they will be infected by other people who are willing to donate blood, they will know that saving people is a not a bad thing, and it is something that they will not regret for the rest of their lives. If we force them to donate blood, it will only make them more resentful, and numb.”

These words reminded Nian Tong of the situation in Xicheng District, the slaves in Xicheng District were very unhappy under the threat of boss Lu. Their face was full of anger but they dare not speak. Looking back now, the blood they got by such oppression is not qualified to be called blood donation at all.

He said ashamedly: “Unexpectedly, I, who have lived for fifty years, can’t think as clearly as you, a young man in his early twenties.”
Boss Chu asked: “What should we do? we don’t have enough blood.”

Bao Ye laughed and said, “It will be enough. After they drink this blood, the blood of those slaves will also produce immunity. Then let the slaves who drank the blood donate their blood to other people.”

Nian Tong’s eyes lit up: “Is that possible?”

“Of course, I didn’t say it before, because I wanted you to be more active in finding people to donate blood.”

Nian Tong laughed: “That’s true , If you had told me this at the beginning, I definitely would not have been so active in finding people to donate blood, nor would I have stayed up all night running across districts.”

 

Bao Ye Put away his smile, and said seriously: “tell them that as long as they drink a little blood, they can be cured. After six hours, the blood can be drawn from their bodies and given to other people and slaves in other cities. But, they shouldn’t use this method to trade, or threaten others, if I knew that there was such a thing, I will make him suffer from other diseases after he recovers.”

Nian Tong nodded: “I’ll tell them.”

He took his own people, Boss Chu and the others to drive away from the construction site and came to the outskirts of Gongcheng.

The people hiding in the dark saw Nian Tong in the passenger seat and ran out excitedly: “A Tong, A Tong, we are here.”

“Brother.” Nian Tong quickly got out of the car and handed them the blood to drink: “The blood is the blood of slaves who drank the potion. It can cure and resist plague.”

Nian Tong’s elder brother Nian Huai and several high-ranking slaves in other cities drank it without saying a word.

Nian Tong told them Bao Ye’s instructions.

“We will never buy or sell blood or threaten other slaves.” Nian Huai and the senior slaves patted their chests to assure them, and then asked, “A Tong, who gave the slaves in Gongcheng the potion and who thought of using it?” Was every slave who donated blood saved by him?”

“Yes!”

“Then the slave who told us to donate blood to other cities is also the same person?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

Nian Huai said with a smile, “I just want to know who saved us, what’s his name?”

He ah-” Nian Tong smiled happily: “His name is…

Speaking of which, he inexplicably remembered that Nian Gao often nagged in front of him that Lao Liu always called ugly slave Bao Ye, The ugly slave is not very powerful, what kind of master is he!

Nian Huai saw that he didn’t say anything in the middle, and asked: “What’s the matter? You can’t say it? ”

“No, I just thought of something. ”
“Then what’s his name? ” ”

Nian Tong resumed his cheerful laughter again: “His name is Bao Ye. ”

“Lord Bao? Nian Huai said with a smile, “I will remember this.”

Bao Ye, who was far away on the construction site, sneezed: “It must be that psycho missing me. ”

 

“As soon as he finished speaking, Deacon Tao came: “Young Master Jin, the master is looking for you. ”

“I know he is missing me again. ” Bao Ye came to the office on the tenth floor.

Dong Ling Ce glanced at his face: “Your face is back to normal.”

Bao Ye touched his face, the sarcoma on his face was much smaller and less: “Master, why did you call me me?”

 

Dong Ling Ce looked him up and down: “are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere since yesterday?”

“Yes, I haven’t slept all night, I’m so sleepy, my eyelids are fighting to stay up.” Bao Ye chuckled: “Master, do you want to give me a holiday and let me have a good rest?” Dong Ling Ce smiled meaningfully: “Okay, you can rest for two days.”

“So good?” Bao Ye looked at him suspiciously: “You didn’t do anything bad to me again, do you?”

“If you’re afraid of me playing tricks, don’t take my offer.”

“Tch, this master Bao has never been afraid of anyone.”

Bao Ye walked to the door: “It’s agreed, let me go for two days, don’t play any tricks.””If I take back what I said, I am a dog.”

Seeing that he didn’t look like lying, Bao Ye quickly opened the door and left, passing by the hall where the deacons were working, he shivered suddenly.
He rubbed his arm with goosebumps: “Why is it so cold?”

Bao Ye felt as if he was in a freezer at minus one dry degree, and he was shaking from the cold. If he hadn’t had divine power to protect him, he might have frozen to death.

Could it be that the game of the gods is not over yet? But Dad didn’t tell me that after the plague, the weather will turn cold!

He looked at the deacon who was using a paper fan to remove the heat, and asked, “Don’t you feel cold?”

The deacon, who was so hot that his head was sweat, gave him a look.

“I feel so cold, my hands are numb from the cold, if you don’t believe me, just feel it.” Bao Ye grabbed the opponent’s hand.

The deacon rolled his eyes at him again: “Your hands are sweating.”

If the master didn’t value this ugly slave, he would have smacked him a long time ago.

Bao Ye slapped his hands and saw that he was really sweating, so why do he feel so cold? sick? But it is impossible for a person with divine power to get sick so easily.

He immediately thought of Dong Ling Ce, but Dong Ling Ce hadn’t done anything since he entered the office and came out. By the way, Dong Ling Ce asked him if he felt uncomfortable, which means he knew early on that he would uncomfortable.

Bao Ye returned to Dong Ling Ce’s office: “Did you do something to me?”

Dong Ling Ce saw that his whole body was trembling, and curled his lips: “Are you having a seizure a seizure?”

Bao Ye rubbed his hands to Warm up: “What the hell did you do to me?”

“It’s because you bit me indiscriminately.” Dong Ling Ce took a sip of tea leisurely: “My blood is not so good, if you can’t absorb it, you will die. For the sake of to prove my innocence in this matter, let me remind you, use ice to get rid of the cold.”

“Ice?” Bao Ye felt so cold that he had an auditory hallucination: “Use ice to get rid of the cold? How can you use ice to get rid of the cold? What nonsense?”

Dong Ling Ce smiled and said nothing.

Bao Ye thought that if he believed, he would end up as a ghost.

He immediately teleported back to Dong Ling Ce’s villa, turned on the water heater, and tested the water temperature: “Wow, it’s so cold.”

Bao Ye looked at the steaming water: “It’s obviously hot water, why is it so cold?”
Immediately afterwards, his right hand turned into an ice cube.

Bao Ye was taken aback: “Is it frozen?”

So the mental illness didn’t lie to him.

Bao Ye ran to the first floor with his frozen hand, put his hand into the ice box, and sighed comfortably: “It’s so warm, so comfortable.”

 

Da Chao, who was cleaning, looked at him in a daze: “So warm? Ice is warm?”

Bao Ye didn’t answer him, and quickly stuffed the ice into his body: “Damn, it’s finally much warmer.”

Da Chao stretched his hand into the refrigerator, it was obviously cold, how could it be Is it warm?

Bao Ye’s body warmed up a lot, and his body became soft and cottony. He couldn’t exert any strength, as if he had done a lot of work. He was so tired that he only wanted to fall on the sofa next to him and have a good sleep. But when he sat down, he suddenly felt that his body was full of strength, and he had an urge to work, but he also felt too tired, which was a particularly contradictory feeling.

“I’m so tired.” He snatched the broom from Da Chao’s hand, cleaned the inside and outside of the villa, and found a rag and bucket to wipe the whole villa, not even leaving Da Chao’s shoes.

Da Chao watched his only shoes being washed lean and left outside, and he was speechless for a while.

Bao Ye ran to Zisang Yanruo’s room again and took out all her underwear. Seeing each piece of cute underwear, he felt like he was going to cry, the problem was that he couldn’t control himself.

“Ah, Mom, I didn’t mean to take your underwear, you have to forgive me.”

He took the clothes downstairs, threw them into a big basin, filled the basin with water, and washed them one by one with washing powder. Scrubbing by hands.

When Da Chao saw him coming down with Zisang Yanruo’s clothes, he couldn’t help staring: “Mr. Jin, you, you, you, you…” he spent a long time without saying a complete sentence.

“I don’t want to, either. Don’t tell my mother, no, don’t tell Miss Zisang.”

Da Chao came back to his senses: “Master Jin, don’t we have a washing machine? Why are you washing it by hand?”

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