togophonebook Chapter 1337 I can afford it, I can put it down
Chapter 1337 I can afford it, I can put it down
Chapter 1337 I can afford it, I can put it down
"Mr. Tang..." Mo Wusheng looked at the strangely dressed Tang Hao squatting on the ground smoking like a little rascal, and couldn't accept the fact that he was a lunatic Hao for a while.
"Brother Hao!" Tang Hao corrected Mo Wusheng's grammatical errors, and then asked, "What are you going to do next?"
"The adoptive father said that all his property is donated to charity organizations, probably tens of billions of assets?" Mo Wusheng still did not have any emotional fluctuations, as if these tens of billions of assets were completely dispensable to him same thing.
There is one thing to say, Mo Wusheng's state of mind is absolutely impossible to achieve 99.99% of the time!
"I'm asking you. Who asked about the chef's property?" Tang Hao curled his lips. There is no doubt that Tang Hao is also one of the 0.01%.
"Me?" There was a blank look in Mo Wusheng's eyes, "The adoptive father said before that he asked me to follow Jiangdong, but I don't know if Jiangdong needs me, and I don't know if I am suitable to follow Jiangdong.
"Follow Jiangdong..." Tang Hao frowned and thought about it. After a while, Tang Hao suddenly realized that it was the right choice for him to take the first step to kill the cook, "Don't follow Jiangdong either, If you have nothing to do, you can choose a few from your adoptive father's property to keep, and take care of them first. When Jiangdong needs your help, you will act. "
"What Brother Hao said makes sense." Mo Mo silently thought for a moment, then suddenly grinned, "Just do what Brother Hao said."
Tang Hao looked at Mo Wusheng, and didn't say much, because he had already seen that Mo Wusheng was a miserable person, he had no goal in life, he just lived himself as the shadow of a cook!
"Okay, go and do your work!" Tang Hao waved his hand and left with a cigarette in his mouth.
In the afternoon, Shanghai School of Economics.
After Jiangdong finished his classes for the day, he left the academy and went to the Oriental Bar.
Even though it was only in the afternoon, the bar was still unbelievably lively. Although there was no such deafening music at night, there were countless guests coming and going. Even Zheng Yi stood at the door and greeted the guests.
Seeing Jiang Dong walking in, Zheng Yi immediately put down what he was doing, and ran all the way to Jiang Dong, "Brother Dong! Why are you so free today? Aren't you going to fight the cook?"
"It's not time yet!" Jiang Dong glanced inside the bar full of people, shook his head slightly, and walked out of the bar.
"Brother Dong, what's the matter?" Zheng Yi chased him out and asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly feel restless, as if something is about to happen." Jiang Dong frowned and murmured softly.
"Could it be related to the boxing match tonight?" Zheng Yi also subconsciously frowned.
"I don't know either!" Jiang Dong unknowingly performed Tang Hao's iconic gesture, squatting on the side of the road, and looked at the long street full of traffic.
Zheng Yi also squatted next to Jiang Dong, lit a cigarette on his own, and said with emotion: "Actually, Brother Dong, I have been thinking about this boxing match between you and the cook, should we fight... "
"What do you mean?" Jiang Dong turned his head and looked at Zheng Yi with interest.
"Brother Dong..." Zheng Yi rarely showed a serious expression, "During this time, I suddenly realized that I don't seem to care so much about the previous hatred..."
(End of this chapter)