A Taoist monk will become rich by writing novels in the future

Chapter 72 Save Your Life

Wen Qiao took the tall man's fist with one hand, frowning slightly, with a deep expression on his face.

"I don't understand, why am I looking for death? 50 billion, you buy my news, I sell your news, there is buying and selling, isn't this normal business dealings? Don't you think so?"

Wen Qiao turned to ask the three people on the side.

The three people still covered their eyes with their hands, but they didn't hear any movement, so they quietly opened a gap between their fingers, exposed their eyes and looked outside. When they saw Wen Qiao's glance over, the three of them nodded subconsciously.

You are right, there is buying and selling, normal business transactions.

The tall man looked at the three men with a fierce look.

The three of them immediately stood upright and shook their heads.

Are you kidding me? This brother looks like he wants information but not money.

Wen Qiao seemed not to notice the three of them and shook his head, and said to the tall man whose hand was clamped by him: "Look here, there is no need to be violent. Business cannot be done with justice. If you can't afford information, there is no need to be violent..." "

Wen Qiao's words, "You can't afford the news, don't use force" made the tall man unable to breathe. He looked at the fat man beside him and hesitated for a few minutes before speaking.

Tall man: "50 billion!"

Fatty: "No, Sixth, what do you want to do?"

The tall man: "Give it, you must give it, who said we can't afford it."

Fatty: "Lao Liu, you really..."

The tall man: "Just wait, I'll go back to get the money... By the way, how can I contact you?"

Wen Qiao: "See you in the Old Town of True North District at nine o'clock tomorrow morning..."

Tall man: "Okay."

Then he dragged the fat man away angrily, muttering as he left: "You actually think we can't afford it. Huh, just because we are the boss, it's no problem to spend 80 billion on him..."

The fat man was still trying to persuade him: "Lao Liu, calm down, we don't have to worry about this."

Do you have to collect money just because someone said, "You can't afford the news, so don't use force"?
The fat man looked at the angry tall man and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Finished!

If the general manager knew that they offered 50 billion for a bridge, would he...

The fat man couldn't imagine the consequences.

Watching the tall man and the fat man leave, Wen Qiao twitched the corners of his lips, said "bye" to the three wooden people beside him happily, and then walked away with a swaying step.

She was thinking about what kind of surprise those two would bring her.

Of course, Wen Qiao didn't talk about the 50 billion casually, but mainly for the 48 billion for the villa. The remaining 50 million was still based on the mentality of free whoring.Of course, Wen Qiao didn't expect to get the [-] billion smoothly. She was mainly chasing the person behind the scenes who had been inquiring about her. Wen Qiao suspected that the person was related to Fu Laowu.

After leaving Tianji, Wen Qiao returned to the villa in Dexiang.

She opened her phone and there were two friend request messages on it.

One name is Nian, and the note is Nian Chengfu.

One name is Tiandu Elf, no remarks.

Not long after Wen Qiao passed their friend application, the Tiandu elf sent a message.

Tiandu Elf: Master, Master, where have you been?No more stalls?
Qiaoque: in Dexiang. .

Tiandu Elf: What is Master doing in Dexiang?
Qiao Que: I am preparing to conquer the demons. Would you like to come over and have a look?

Tiandu Elf: Surprisedjpg
Tiandu Elf: I’ll come over.

Qiaoque: Come over tomorrow night.

Tiandu elf:?

Qiaoque: There is no water to entertain you now.

There are still two bottles of mineral water she bought. It is a problem to drink it by herself. When the time comes, Yin Xiaotian will have to give out one bottle.

Tiandu Elf: ...Afterwards, Nian Chengfu sent a message, saying that he wanted to know the layout of the villa and was looking at Wen Qiao's idea. Wen Qiao did not refuse. Not long after, Nian Chengfu came over to communicate with Wen Qiao about the design of the villa. Wen Qiao also gave his general thoughts.

The two talked for an entire afternoon. In the evening, Wen Qiao took Nian Chengfu to the Fang brothers' shop for a supper. By the way, he told them the time to prepare the recipe. After hearing this, the two brothers said it was okay.After eating supper, Wen Qiao prepared to return to the villa, with Nian Chengfu following behind.

Wen Qiao turned around, looking puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Nian Chengfu: "It's so late, why don't you keep me?"

He looked at her under the orange light.

The tall figure was somewhat vague.

Wen Qiao thought for a while and felt that someone had designed a villa for her for free. It would be too unkind to let her leave like this, but...

"The rooms there haven't been covered with quilts yet, I'm afraid..."

"I do not mind."

"..."

Finally, Nian Chengfu stayed in the villa.

However, Nian Chengfu did not sleep, but wandered around the villa. As a result of such wandering, Wen Qiao naturally did not sleep either. He could only support his chin with his hand and sit cross-legged with a tired look on his face. Big bed.

She was so afraid that Nian Chengfu would accidentally step on the formation and die while she wasn't paying attention.

In this way, one walked until daytime and the other sat until daytime.

Before leaving the bedroom, Wen Qiao meditated for a week before getting rid of his fatigue.

Nian Chengfu was still in high spirits after shopping all night, and Wen Qiao couldn't help but admire his energy.

After buying breakfast in the bakery outside, Wen Qiao separated from Nian Chengfu and found a deserted place. Wen Qiao flew with his sword from Zhengnan District to Zhengbei District. At exactly nine o'clock, Wen Qiao When they arrived at the square where the zombies had been harvested before, there were already people waiting there.

What is waiting is not one person, but a group of people.

Wen Qiao counted eleven in the light, six in the dark and twelve ordinary zombies without thinking, a total of 29.

Seeing the aura of death permeating these people, Wen Qiao sighed in his heart.

Big hair.

"Chief Soldier, it's her. She knows the news about a bridge." The fat man who met Wen Qiao yesterday whispered to the middle-aged man on the sofa who was wearing a black tuxedo suit, a black high hat, and a cane. road.

The man known as the Chief of Soldiers looked at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao was also looking at him.

The chief soldier stood up and limped to a place only five steps away from Wen Qiao on crutches.

"I heard you know a bridge?"

"You know, do you want news about her?"

Wen Qiao grinned, his gentle eyes extremely calm.

"Tell me……."

The commander-in-chief of the army was talking while leaning on a cane.

"What did you say?" The attitude of the soldier commander made Wen Qiao feel funny. "Even if you want to know about a bridge, you have to buy it."

The commander of the army opened his gray-blue eyes. He looked at Wen Qiao and suddenly smiled: "With so much money, I think you can't live without it..."

Wen Qiao: "Why don't you worry about it all the time? Buying and selling, only those who buy will sell. Besides, people die for money and birds die for food..."

The Chief of Soldiers chuckled lightly: "That's what I say to you, keep your life."

He backed away, and the people behind him immediately rushed forward, their sleeve-rolling gestures self-evident.

Wen Qiao shrugged helplessly: "I think..."

(End of this chapter)