Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The thin waist control is definitely an exaggeration when it comes to poor people returning to their old jobs.

But it is a fact that he is the poorest among the Red League.

David has several mines in F State.

Guan Yan invests well, but it is better to not have a company in his name than to have a company, and he will soon become a global shareholder.

Only him...

In addition to squatting in the Hongmeng family and playing games, my income depends entirely on commissions from the dark web...

He is also lazy, he will starve to death, and he will only accept an order when he is about to starve to death. He wears a head of bird feathers and dark circles under his eyes all day long, and walks a decadent route.

There was no billing for two years... His poor underwear had three patches on it before he took the order with itchy hands, and even received it on the head of their boss.

"The baby is in pain!" The slim-waisted control girl was about to cry. What a fucking pain! Being a teacher is worse than going home and selling sweet potatoes.

"Boss, you won't want to retaliate against me because I said a few words to you at a young age, right?"

"..."

"No way, no way."

The veins under Qiao Nian's forehead twitched twice, and she scolded him in a low voice: "Speak carefully."

The slender waist controller is very aware of current affairs: "Okay. This is how things are, I have explained everything. I will cancel the order."

"No need." Qiao Nian called him, tapping his thigh lightly with his fingertips, covering his dark pupils with thick eyelashes, "Just tell them everything you found out."

"Uh, boss, are you crazy?" The thin-waisted control asked honestly, "Aren't you the most disgusted with having your details checked out?"

Qiao Nian asked him back: "Does that ID count as my bottom line?"

Doesn’t it count? The slender waist control carefully thought about what she just said, gritted her silver teeth and admitted that she was really fucked and didn't count her details...

He struggled for almost a day to check the ID, and almost lost a high-end computer. Finally, he asked for help from the sidelines... It turned out that the ID behind the layers of fog was actually a trumpet that their boss had made casually when he was young.

What a detail.

He now seriously doubted that she would not use this account in the future. She simply forgot that she still had this account when she logged into the black network later.

Or maybe the section she wanted to play on later when she logged into the black website was not the same section as her trumpet account. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she re-registered a new account.

Qiao Nian didn't know what was going on in his mind during the few seconds of silence, so he continued speaking.

"Tell them what you are checking, and ask them why they are checking me, or send me his account number and I will check it myself."

"I'll send you his account number so it's faster." said the slim-waisted man.

Qiao Nian had no objection.

She received the account number sent by Slim Waist Controller on her computer. Qiao Nian glanced at it and did not rush to check it. Instead, she lowered her eyes and leaned back, relaxed her body and said, "Send me your account number."

"Um?"

"I'll pay you Chenchen's tuition fee."

The slim-waisted controller was stunned for a moment: "Boss, are you serious?"

Qiao Nian bent her elbows and propped herself up on the back of the chair, her posture was wild and wanton, and her eyebrows were sharp: "No? I have a little money, but I won't be short of it for the time being. You don't want money?"

The slim-waisted man suddenly remembered how much assets this wealthy man had, and was immediately ashamed of himself for wanting to refuse him a second ago. He was the only poor person, and he didn't want money. He was almost as sick as he was.

So he answered without hesitation.

"want!"

"Well, send me your account."

"Okay."

"Thank you boss, boss will make a fortune."

Qiao Nian received the bank card information from him and without hesitation cut off the satellite phone to protect her ears that were numb from the noise. By the way, with a few quick operations, Qiao Nian transferred nine digits to his account. .

Remarks [Chenchen Tuition Fee]. (End of chapter)