Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Yu Guan double blows to attract the phoenix, and they go to Baiyun Township together during the song.

How come Qin Taimeng will not see Xiao Lang and Shen Lang in the future.

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"Jiannan. Do you love me?"

In a villa on the banks of the Charles River, Song Xiaodan held his snow-like neck high, his delicate face was so delicate that his cheeks were dizzy, and the mist in his starry eyes was full of tenderness.

Shen Jiannan couldn't laugh or cry.

I really don't understand why women always like to talk about love and ask such meaningless things.

love?

Shen Jiannan didn't know.

He knows very well that for a person like him, love is a luxury.

Don't you love it?

Nor is it. But he's really not sure what exactly love is.

Life and death promises or day and night care?

Can you do it yourself?

After brushing Song Xiaodan's hair habitually, Shen Jiannan smiled.

Although I don't know, this question is not difficult to answer. I often hear this kind of question, and the answer has long been on my lips.

"like!"

Song Xiaodan was a little dissatisfied with this answer.

Although she didn't know why she was not satisfied with this answer.

"What love."

"Baby. A man's love will never be talked about. Love is not said, but done."

"Big villain. Just every shape all day, hurry up and don't try to fool me."

"I'm so serious, okay? Once you understand what is obviously serious, it will be distorted?"

"Kill you."

"Ha ha."

"Tell me how much you love me."

"Then I said it, Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and he can see people's hearts over time!"

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How much love?

After being reminded by Song Xiaodan, Shen Jiannan realized that he really loved this woman who had given everything to him.

Love is deep, very deep.

That 10,000 yuan, like a flash of lightning, echoed in his heart forever.

a long time.

Seeing Shen Jiannan's sincerity, Song Xiaodan fell asleep contentedly.

night, already deep.

Standing in the garden at night, you can feel the autumn colors of Boston.

The bright moon has reached the sky, and the silver brilliance shines on the earth, like a veil covering the sky over Boss.

Shen Jiannan walked out of the bedroom wrapped in a towel and went to the spacious yard.

Peng Er came out of the shadows silently.

The tall body is powerful and powerful, but the silent steps are like ghosts walking in the dark night.

"boss."

Shen Jiannan casually threw a cigarette over.

Marat Savage took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. As the nicotine entered his body, he shrugged.

"Boss. Why do you Chinese have a better relationship, the more you want him to die."

Shen Jiannan couldn't help laughing.

Swallowed a suicidal nicotine, quipped.

"Are you still afraid of death?"

"Of course. The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, the beauties are so coquettish, the air is so fresh, and the moon is so bright. It feels so good to be alive, to be free."

"Then you still smoke."

“But the taste is really good!”

Speaking shamelessly, Marat Savage took a deep puff of the cigarette, enjoying the intoxication of nicotine entering his body.

"Have you heard anything?"

"Oh. Nothing special. The bastard went to see a bunch of niggers this morning. I think he might be planning a robbery. Of course, I don't think you want to hear what he said."

"What about people now?"

"The monkeys are following, everything is under control."

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Eastern suburbs, slums.

The path full of mud, dilapidated and crumbling houses, walking on the road, you can smell the smell of urine from time to time, and you can even see disgusting stool.

This is where Boston's blacks and Indians gather.

The dirty environment made people want to frown as soon as they approached.

Ken Hughes looked disgusted, and walked into an old building under the leadership of a black man.

The three-story old building has been in disrepair for a long time. With the steps, people wonder if the stairs will be broken at any time.

Finally, the two stopped on the second floor.

In a small room with an open door, five or six black men were lying on the floor like walking corpses, flipping through pornographic magazines they had picked up from nowhere.

The pungent stench came oncoming, making Ken Hughes, who was about to take a step, stop.

"Damn it. What a bloody place. Damn niggers, what a disgusting maggot."

Ken Hughes cursed in his heart.

He has always been very disgusted with black people.

These creatures are lazy and dirty by nature, they can rest for three days after one day of work, and they talk about human rights every day. They are really disgusting creatures.

If he didn't want to use these guys, he wouldn't have come to this hellish place.

"Hey, man, who's he?"

A black man in the room found Ken Hughes standing motionless at the door, and asked his companion who had returned.

"Tony. He's my friend. Hey man, come on in first."

Ghosts will go in.

Glancing at the blanket on the ground that had been bitten by rats, Ken Hughes' eyes were full of disgusting smoke. God knows why these guys don't get dysentery and plague.

"Nigella. You tell them about it."

The black man named Nigella danced happily, and told his companion what Ken Hughes had told him.

"Listen, guys. There's a big deal waiting for us, and we're going to be rich."

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"Walter? You said that woman carried tens of thousands of dollars with her?"

"Yes. At least tens of thousands of dollars."

"Is she Japanese?"

"No no. She is Chinese, she is Chinese."

"Oh! My God! We're really going to get rich."

"Now. Let's talk it over."

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Not long after, Ken Hughes walked out of the slum, covering his mouth and nose. The moment he took in the fresh air, a twist flashed across his handsome facial features.

Hatred and humiliation burned in his chest like a raging fire.

Thinking of the day he was humiliated and picked up the banknotes on the ground, Ken Hughes' face twitched.

Song!

I think you will taste the gift I have carefully prepared for you soon.

You will thank me, right!

Wild fire, in spring.

A guy like Shen Jiannan is already extremely dark in his bones. On that day, when he saw Ken Hughes' resentment, how could he let him continue his resentment.

Ken Hughes may never understand what exactly he provoked. He didn't even know that when he accidentally collided with someone on the street, he already had a bug the size of a button.

CIA product.

Market price, $50,000.

Sunlight poured into the room from the window sill, Song Xiaodan who was sleeping soundly blinked his long eyelashes, and quietly opened his eyes.

Her brain paused for a while, and she smiled subconsciously when she met a pair of black eyes.

"When did you get up?"

"Wake up early."

"Then you don't ask me to get up and cook."

"I made some casually. I fried two eggs and heated up the ham. Get up and eat."

"How can a man cook?"

"It's an honor to serve beautiful ladies."

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