Fading God Card

Seeing Jiang Wenming crossing the crowd and trying to enter the store, two big men stopped him with fierce faces.

"Look for someone, Jiang Hanyu."

"Jiang Hanyu?" The two men looked at each other with mocking mouth corners.

"There is no Jiang Hanyu here, hurry up, don't hinder us here!"

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Wenming frowned and looked down at himself.

With a shabby outfit and no shoes, no wonder the two looked down on him.

But it can't be his fault, when will he go out with his clothes in good condition?

"If you say no, there will be no. Get the supplies and line up at the back. If you make trouble again, I will call the sentry!"

"What? Does anyone still dare to make trouble in the territory of our United Chamber of Commerce? Manager Gao, it seems that the management of your Xinyangcheng branch is not good!"

Just as the big man drove Jiang Wenming away, a young man suddenly came out of the United Supermarket surrounded by a group of people. After seeing this scene, the young man frowned.

And the fat middle-aged man with big ears and only a few pitiful strands of hair beside him was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed and said:

"The quality of the people in the small place is not very high. One case, one case, made Deacon Mo laugh, so I'll deal with it!"

After finishing speaking, the bald manager Gao came to Jiang Wenming, his expression turned cold:

"I don't even look at what this place is! Beggars go to the back, what's going on here?!"

Jiang Wenming's face turned cold.

Although he was dressed a bit dirty now, the card hunter was not so particular about going out to do tasks, not to mention that he was still wearing the uniform of an official card hunter, neither a trainee card hunter nor a failed farmer.

Logically speaking, he should belong to the main customer of United Supermarket, but this guy actually scolded him in public for begging?

Ah!

With a sneer, Jiang Wenming suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his hands:

"That... oh, I'm here to find the land, if I can't find it, I won't play it!"

Hearing Jiang Wenming's accent, Manager Gao's eyes flashed with disdain.

The only ones who still have an accent are those newcomers who have just recovered. It seems that they are just a poor guy with no background, so his voice increased:

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for? We are the United Supermarket here, not the Card Hunters Association. You need to find someone to issue tasks over there. What are you messing around here? Let's go! We're going to check with Deacon Mo today, don't be here An eyesore! Poor bastard!"

"Why are you tired of scolding people?!"

"What's wrong with scolding you? Isn't it just asking for money?!"

Manager Gao took a step back contemptuously, and was about to reach for some change in his pocket to shake his face, but when he realized that it was his own money, he immediately changed his words:

"Then, go ahead and grab him a handful of old rice, enough for him to cook half a bowl of porridge!"

"Oh, no porridge, I want someone! Jiang Hanyu, Jiang Hanyu, where are you?! I'm tired of looking for it!" Jiang Wenming yelled directly into the supermarket.

The sound was so loud that Manager Gao felt that his ears were going deaf, and even the top of his head was shaken by a large amount of spore powder.

"Ah Choo!"

Hearing that Deacon Mo sneezed, Manager Gao was shocked and his face turned cold.

"Bastard! Why are you yelling so loudly! What are you two looking at? You are paid such a high salary to let you be a mascot here? Hurry up and drive him away! What a cat or a dog, run away without looking at your identity Come and mess with our United Chamber of Commerce!"

"etc!"

The young Deacon Mo suddenly frowned and walked over.

He raised his head, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and glanced at Jiang Wenming: "What's the name of the person you're looking for?"

"Jiang Hanyu." Jiang Wenming became clearer this time.

"Jiang Hanyu? Is he a sixteen-year-old boy?"

"That's right! His sister said he was caught here, and I'm here to look for him!"

Deacon Mo sneered after hearing the words: "Then you brought the money?"

"Bring money? Why bring money?" Jiang Wenming scratched his head pretending to be puzzled.

"Hehe, if you owe debts and pay for your life, if you injure someone, you will have to pay for it! You don't understand this truth, do you?" Deacon Mo said with a smile.

"He injured me a while ago until I vomited blood. I spent more than two million yuan to recuperate my body. I almost lost my life. If I don't pay back the money, I want to leave. There is no such good thing in the world!"

"Are you the one who was injured?" Jiang Wenming glanced up and down at Deacon Mo, who looked healthy no matter what.

As for the 2 million wounded, isn't this a trick?

Don't talk about recuperating, if you have the money to go to the life room, even if you can raise ten or eight strong boys, you will be fine!

"Yes, it's me, ahem! Look, it's still bleeding!" As he spoke, Deacon Mo gently stretched out the handkerchief in his hand, and sure enough, the center was a little bright red.

"I'm already very tolerant. As long as he pays back the money, there will be no problem. If not, then he can only work with us to pay off the debt. You see, I even assigned him a job! If you don't bring any money, I'm sorry, you can't see this person!"

"Not even allowed to see?!"

Deacon Mo smiled: "Of course, what he owes is two million! Every minute and every second must create value, otherwise how can he pay it back in this life? Well, I also have a business of ten to twenty thousand per minute , The loss of just a few minutes of talking to me is enough, stop talking, if you want to save him, go raise money! Otherwise, don't waste everyone's time!"

"After all, time is very valuable!"

Jiang Wenming's eyes turned cold, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly took out 1,000 soul coins: "I don't have much money on me, but these should be able to buy him an hour's work time? If you say that the salary of your United Supermarket is one If it’s hundreds of thousands per month, then I didn’t say it.”

"One hour, I want to see him!"

Deacon Mo raised his eyebrows and looked contemptuously at the soul coin in Jiang Wenming's hand, but soon the corner of his mouth twitched:

"Okay! Mosquito meat is also meat, so it's okay to let you see it, but he's not here now."

"where?"

Deacon Mo glanced at Manager Gao beside him, and suddenly said sarcastically:

"Of course it's where he works. I'm going there now. Are you going?"

Jiang Wenming looked at the big men in black beside Deacon Mo. They were all unusually thick and strong. They must have good skills and should be professional bodyguards, but he still nodded without fear:

"lead the way!"

"The way to take your sister! How did you talk to Deacon Mo?!"

Manager Gao said angrily, but Deacon Mo waved his hand, followed the man in black who opened the way and walked straight ahead, and Jiang Wenming followed without hesitation.

The place they went was not far away, and Xinyang City was actually not that big, but Jiang Wenming was a little surprised by where they went.

It turned out to be...