After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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For many years \u002658761;\u00268204;, the slaughterhouse was a chaotic place with no \u002658192;\u00268204; order at all. Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

Butchers have worked so hard to find "60844;" the pigs, and they are often eaten by colleagues in the middle of the night.

The pig head butcher\u002658547;\u00268204;\u002660844;\u00268204; felt that this confusion would last\u002659784;\u00268204; the day it was made into braised pork. Straight \u002659784;\u00268204;, the \u002659784;\u00268204;\u002660844;\u00268204; of the woman named Lu Zhi.

This woman is becoming a pollutant\u002658761;\u00268204;, she seems to be an elite in the workplace, the king of the new era, and has a successful career.

After Lu Zhi became a pollutant, he was not to be outdone. First, he cooperated vertically and horizontally to integrate the pork market in \u002659457;\u00268204; The factory, abandoning \u002659457; \u00268204; the backward production method of manual pig slaughtering in the past, \u002659281; \u00268204; today's business covers five continents and seven oceans.

And the butchers in the original "58547;" slaughterhouse were also forced to become employees because they couldn't beat Lu Zhi.

It can be seen that opportunities have always been reserved for prepared pollutants.

Pollutants, without knowledge will only be the bottom of society.

With \u002658761;\u00268204;, butchers are free. Now I have to work at the factory from nine o'clock in the morning to \u002659784;\u00268204;\u002660676;\u002660676;\u00268204; six o'clock in the afternoon, and I have a \u002658192;\u00268204; rest throughout the year.

Fortunately, the monthly salary is high, and there are occasional overtime pay.

The demand for post box delivery, this "60676;" order method, has long been outdated \u002659457;\u00268204;.

\u002658761;\u00268204;Sometimes, Boss Lu Zhi went\u002659457;\u00268204;to City K, and said he found\u002659457;\u00268204;a good seedling.

Everyone thought she would bring back "60844;" a new butcher, but unexpectedly "59784;" brought back"60844;\u00268204; a seaweed man.

This seaweed life \u002658761;\u00268204; is a programmer, \u002660844;\u00268204;\u002659784;\u00268204;x After the city, he worked overtime to develop the \u002659457;\u00268204; slaughterhouse app. Now customers only need to order "60676;" 8204; on their mobile phones to get fresh pork.

Because there were not enough butchers in the slaughterhouse, Lu Zhi also specially contacted the owner of the "59457;" floating island and hired "59457;" some birdmen as couriers for the slaughterhouse.

Although the times are advancing, there are still some old customers who do not know how to adapt, especially those who have changed from animals. Many pollutants have not yet learned to use mobile phones.

Therefore, the method of email order is still reserved\u002659457;\u00268204;\u002660676;\u00268204;\u002660844;\u00268204;. After scanning the mail box, the order will be sent to the "59784;" butcher of the corresponding level according to the customer's needs.

One advantage of mail box orders is that under the rule of "60676;"8204;, there is no need to worry about customers not being able to pay.

Since becoming a social animal in the slaughterhouse, butchers have changed from watching the sky to eat, to "59457;" receiving wages and going to work"60676;"8204;

If a butcher wants "60844;" more oil and water to subsidize his family, he can only "59784;" grab orders on the app for employees of the slaughterhouse enterprise.

The pig butcher is an old \u002661140;\u00268204; pig.

Because of the "59457;" lack of education, he always failed to win orders from other butchers.

In Lu Yan's order \u002659784;\u00268204;\u002660844;\u00268204;\u002658761;\u00268204;, he has not opened for three months\u002659457;\u00268204;.

When he said \u002659784;\u00268204; here, the pig-headed butcher was furious: "Among all the butchers who opened a shop, I am the only one who evolved from feed pigs \u0026 60844;\u00268204; Laughing at me behind my back, saying that I always lose money when I open a shop, and that pigs are stupid. If the boss didn't know the truth, I would have been "60676;"8204;going"59457;8204;!"

Its machete plunged deeply into the \u002659457;\u00268204; cutting board: "What about the pig? Just because I am a pig, will I be discriminated against in the workplace?! Except the \u002659457;\u00268204; boss, the butcher here Who is as powerful as me? Prince \u0026 59834; \u0026 8204; Xiang, I'd rather be kind!"

Lu Yan immediately \u002658804;\u00268204; it was in awe.

system:

"I believe in you." Lu Yan's voice was very sincere, "You will definitely be able to complete this order brilliantly."

The pig-headed butcher said: "Okay. Although you smell a bit strange, you are also a cheerful person. Tell me, what kind of pig do you want to buy?"

Lu Yan:

"The pig I want to buy is currently locked up in the Pollution Disease Prevention and Control Center of X City, called Zongyan. It needs to be live. The live meat is fresh."

Lu Yan took out his mobile phone and showed the butcher "59457;" Zong Yan's ID photo.

The handsome guy has white hair and red pupils, half of his face is disfigured, very fashionable.

The pig-headed butcher looked at\u002659457;\u00268204;Lu Yan with a pig face.

Its eyes revealed undisguised greed.

This fierce light even makes people feel creepy.

Lu Yan from \u002660844;\u00268204; did not forget\u002658804;\u00268204; the pollution value of the pollutants on the surface had reached 7700, but his expression remained \u002659457;\u00268204;calm.

After all, he is still a customer. Besides\u002659457;\u00268204;he, there are many other guests here. Presumably because of the reputation of the \u002659457;\u00268204; slaughterhouse, the pig-headed butcher didn't dare to be presumptuous.

"The prevention and control center..." The pig-headed butcher let out a stern laugh, "Although there is not a single human in X city who can take my knife, but the price is not cheap to go to the prevention and control center to buy pigs."

When it spoke, the fishy smell in its mouth was "60844;" facing it, like a "60676;" waterway that hadn't been washed for 20 years.

"However, since you can become a customer of the slaughterhouse, then there must be something in you that can pay a high salary."

The butcher narrowed his eyes slightly. He raised the teapot, poured himself "59457;" a cup of bloody water, and drank it all in one gulp.

At this moment, the system suddenly said:

Ever since "60844;" "8204;" came out of Mermaid Island, the human skin paper has lost "59457;" the talent of dreaming. The tattoo on it is still outside, but \u002659281;\u00268204; if it is not necessary to go to the Kingdom of God, this human skin will \u002658547;\u00268204;become\u002659457;\u00268204;waste paper.

Lu Yan thought about destroying it, but the human skin is invulnerable to weapons, fire and water.

He was worried that this piece of paper would become a cult of the Bliss Cult if it got out.

China has a large population. When the phenomenon of person-to-person transmission occurs in the Bliss Cult, things will become extremely troublesome.

Therefore, Lu Yan always carried this human skin paper with him.

So, without waiting for the pig-headed butcher to say a word, Lu Yan asked, "Is there a bathroom?"

The pig-headed butcher frowned: "Why?"

Lu Yan said frankly: "I am a marine creature, and I tend to lack water. I am thirsty."

The pig-headed butcher said in a low voice: "Your things in the sea are troubles. Now who can shit except\u002659457;\u00268204;human beings?"

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain of the \u002659457;\u00268204; pork shop: "The workbench inside has a faucet."

This workbench is undoubtedly \u002660844;\u00268204; used to \u002660844;\u00268204; deal with the \u002660676;\u00268204; blood stains left by pork pigs.

Ms. Lu, the owner of the slaughterhouse, is a slightly clean-loving pollutant. Because the butcher shop of the pig head butcher was "dirty", he once deducted "59457;" half a month's salary during a private visit on a micro-service.

There were no lights in the room and it was very dark.

The butcher's workbench is a large sink. The drain hole was blocked by many hairs, the bottom of the sink was wet, and the soles of the shoes felt extra sticky when stepped on.

Lu Yan tried his best not to look at the various heads hanging on the wall behind the workbench.

Of course, the Apocalypse of the Special Operations Department knew that there was such a bomb in X City, which was very dangerous, and they had thought about eradicating the pollution.

They tried, but failed\u002659457;\u00268204;. Because the result of "58192;" surviving was too tragic, the headquarters could only suspend this "58192;" meaningless sacrifice. This fragile balance is maintained.

Lu Yan turned on the faucet in silence. Behind him, a distance of 59067; 8204; meters away, the pig-headed butcher was leaning against the door with a machete in his hand, staring at him.

The palm of his hand opened a mouth, and the king fish gulped down the water.

Kingfish don't need to drink water, and the pollutants don't \u002657950;\u00268204;eat.

But Hao Da'er obviously understands that "the situation is special today, and he has no complaints about drinking "natural" water."

Half a minute later, Lu Yan turned off the \u002659457;\u00268204; faucet, took out a \u002659457;\u00268204; parchment paper from his jacket pocket, and wiped his hands.

His every move is very natural.

The parchment was rubbed into \u002659457;\u00268204; Wang Yu's mouth by it, and every now and then \u002659457;\u00268204; spit out \u002660844;\u00268204;, he became much more obedient \u002659457;\u00268204;, sticking to \u002659457;\u00268204; On the back of the hand, it merged with the original\u002658547;\u00268204; skin.

That dark feeling of being watched rose again.

The pig-headed butcher saw Lu Yan come out \u002660844;\u00268204;, and rubbed\u002659457;\u00268204; his nose: "I'll be \u002660676;\u00268204; shift\u002659457;\u00268204;. Hurry up\u002660844;\u00268204;, and sign the order\u002659457;\u00268204;."

Lu Yan naturally had no objection.

The order is a standard contract, and the customer can choose the delivery location and delivery time.

Lu Yan did as he did.

When not writing cases, his handwriting is "61140;" very beautiful.

The pig-headed butcher stuffed the order \u002659457;\u00268204; into the pocket of his apron.

"Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with one hand. Our slaughterhouse does business and bullies "60844;"8204; Tongsou"58192;"8204; However, in order to "59457;" prevent customers from running orders, sometimes we have to use some small tricks." He With a hey smile, he took out a red-hot soldering iron from the gas stove, "I need a pork stamp. Choose a place for yourself."

Lu Yan's eyebrows couldn't help twitching\u002659457;\u00268204;: "What will it take away from me?"

The system also laughed \u002659457;\u00268204;

Lu Yan understood in seconds. He took off the \u002660676;\u00268204; gloves, exposed the back of \u002659457;\u00268204; his left hand, and calmly said, "Cover this."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the human skin on the back of his hand suddenly squirmed crazily "60844;".

On the contrary, Lu Yanyuan\u002658547;\u00268204;'s skin lifted golden fish scales, white thin lines\u002659457;\u00268204;protruded\u002660844;\u00268204;, grabbed the human skin tightly, and held on to the back of his hand.

The human skin paper was outnumbered, and felt \u002659784;\u00268204;\u002659457;\u00268204;extremely painful.

It'58547;\u00268204;\u002660844;\u00268204; was charged with the missionary'59430;\u00268204; mission, so it was stripped from the back of Allah's hand\u002659457;\u00268204;\u002660676;\u00268204;\u002660844;\u00268204;.

It's just unpredictable.

Its original \u002658547;\u00268204; selected missionaries were \u002659457;\u00268204; by Lu Yandao.

Later "60844;", the human skin paper wanted to develop Lu Yan into a believer, but was beaten into a tattoo by Wang Yu.

\u002659281;\u00268204; Today, even due to force majeure, \u002658804;\u00268204; the master who is still sleeping thousands of miles away is backstabbing...

Tears of human skin paper\u002659457;\u00268204;.

system:

The pig-headed butcher glanced\u002659457;\u00268204;

On the back of Lu Yan's hand, there is a beautiful black tattoo. It's just that for some reason, the skin on the back of the hand is a little uneven.

However, this is not something that a butcher would care about, and it is not a doctor.

The pig-headed butcher grinned grinningly, and stamped the hot branding iron "59457;" on it.

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