"You understand in your heart that I'm talking about longevity." Zhang Xiaotong calmly said, "Five million dollars is enough."
"Then you make a price too." Putting away the smile on my face, I propped the table with my arms, built a pergola with my hands under my lips and nose, and gave Dian Yuantang's sinister face. If I thought of this cousin as an opponent just now, now he doesn’t even have the qualifications to be an opponent. Of course, I know and understand that in this world love can sometimes be sold by the cat, but I can’t. Allow this kind of thing to happen to myself, no matter when, where, and how.
And cousin, is the love in your eyes only worth five million.
"Zhang Xiaotong, how much do you need so that you won't bother me and Jiujiang."
"Why!? Don't give you shame!" Zhang Xiaotong stunned, and immediately yelled at me fiercely. Of course, his low voice was still so soft that only the two of us could hear it.
"Just because I am a shareholder of Qilu Electronics." After thinking about it, I am still not accustomed to using my identity to press people. I have always believed that if this kind of thing can be linked to power, then it will be no matter which party it is. A very sad thing.
"How many shares do Qilu Electronics' shareholders take for you, just your little money, how can you give others happiness!"
When Comrade Zhang Xiaotong uttered the word happiness, I admit that I still agree with what he said. No matter what era, happiness cannot be obtained by ideals and beliefs. But unfortunately, this matter has nothing to do with what we are talking about.
As a result, my view of him has not improved, and it is slowly sliding from bad to hate or hate.
"50 million U.S. dollars, plus investment immigration, the country you choose, as long as you can spend it down." I offered my price. Zhang Xiaotong currently does not have a green card, and the company under his name is made entirely in the name of his mother. Of course, I didn’t ask Jiehein to investigate the source of the funds. I told me instinctively that although I didn’t deal with him, it’s still relatives. My grandfather’s second brother and my second uncle’s grandfather are just such a grandson, passed down from the Zhang family. Now he is a single seedling. Grandpa treats me very well, whether it was in my previous life or in this life, when I was young, he took me to the park, took me to buy vegetables, and took me to eat. So the big dumplings, no matter how they look at it, I can't bear to do such evil things.
"Don't charge me a lot of money! I don't know how much money your kid has at home!? Who doesn't know what your parents did in Chechnya in Africa!?"
"Then tell me about yourself." Seeing the two cousins who were all jealous, I asked unceremoniously: "How many of your kid's money are clean, don't need me to talk about it."
"You kid, don't force me to find someone to chop you off!"
"You can try."
My cousin Zhang Xiaotong still seems to be obsessed with not realizing it. In that case, I don't want to be polite anymore. He stood up and made a look at Bai He, who was currently in charge of the girl, and then saw the three girls stand up together quite tacitly.
"You are under pressure, take care." I stretched out my hand to my cousin Zhang Xiaotong, with a sincere and selfless face. Looking at him sitting in front of me, I think I have already said everything I should say.
"The same with you." Zhang Xiaotong also smiled at me at this time, he stood up, and the hands of the two cousins were tightly held together.
At this moment, friendship lasts forever.
One hundred and eighty hours after parting with her good cousin Zhang Xiaotong.
Everything was fine. I had eaten early and sat in the rest area on the second floor playing mahjong with three girls.
To be honest, I really didn’t pay attention to the things of the last few days. With my cousin’s ability, I can’t find a brave boy to use him for hundreds of millions of dollars to kick me off. Which of these bodyguards by my side is not? People with hands and eyes open to the sky, Yue Yang hasn't stopped calling since that night.
I have always treated this with one eye closed. After all, there is a huge market for such things as power and power, whether under democracy or democracy. This is undeniable. "Sex" is like I like Ni Kuang. People who don’t like Ni Kuang’s words are the same.
Ni Kuang (formerly known as Ni Yiming, also known as Ni Cong, with many pen names, the most famous pen name is naturally Wesley) was born in Shanghai on May 30, 1935, and is said to be from Zhenhai, Zhejiang. In the future, many introductions to this strong man’s early years are just a few lines of very simple words. There is no mention of this man who was still a soldier on the farm in Inner Mongolia in 1953. Why did he come here in 1957? Hong Kong.
In fact, it was just because he was a deserter. There are different opinions on the reason for this person’s escape on the Internet. Of course, the version that he did two wrong things is the most marketable, but I think a man who can write so many words is for himself. Of course, his early deeds were to beautify how you want to beautify. The so-called beauty is left to the world and bitterness to yourself. He is talking about the old man like a peacock.
Therefore, I feel that Ni Kuang’s use of a food knife to eat people is not entertaining at all. It is also progress to use a knife to eat people. This is a fact. Ni Kuang believes that democratic “government” is really democratic? I think he probably forgot who burned the Summer Palace and who sold the opium to the Chinese. He also forgot that foreigners used to sell and sell African slaves like livestock, and every sleeper on their railway was held underneath. The soul of a laborer, all of this is just a handful of the ugly things that the ancestors of those who pursued democracy and freedom did in the previous three hundred years.
Therefore, in my eyes, the freedom and democracy he admired is nothing more than a dream beautified by the descendants of the cannibals who no longer cannibalistic people. As long as class still exists in the world, power and other companion creatures will be there. Immortality, freedom and democracy are just fig leaves for the high-ranking people, electric toys for the proletarians to talk about.
Only an honest fool like Mr. Ni can believe in the dream-like slogan and pursue the beautiful things that cannot be seen or touched.
Thinking of this, I moved the whole card that I had prepared for the next house to Wen Youqing’s, and then sighed to Howard who was sitting behind me: “It’s very easy to make one person climb to the sky in one step. I want a group of people. It's a difficult thing to get the Dao to give birth to immortals."
"You're right." Howard took his handkerchief to wipe his sweat and nodded and said yes. The man who just lost even his pants was almost taken for him. I really look down on three girls bullying someone and a foreigner, so friendship. Go on the court and help him play on his behalf.
"Doctor, this is your village."
"Thank you."
After receiving the dice handed by Bai He, I randomly dropped a hand, "Five o'clock, my own hand." The second time I dropped a pair of one point.
Turning my head while drawing the cards, I saw sweat on Howard's forehead.
"Mr. Howard, is the temperature of the central air conditioner here too high."
"No, no, I'm fine."
"Oh." I turned around, looked at the sixteen cards in my hand and smiled slightly. I changed the cards three times and put them on the table and spread them out on the table: "Four dark engravings, one "color", everyone, I'm sorry, my God Hu."