Shenhao Sign-in System: Starting From 9 Yuan and 9 Seconds Kill

"Mr. Tang..." Mo Wusheng looked at Tang Hao, who was dressed strangely and squatting on the ground smoking, looking like a little ruffian. For a moment, he couldn't accept the fact that he was Crazy Hao.

"My name is Brother Hao!" Tang Hao corrected Mo Wusheng's grammatical errors, and then asked: "What are you going to do next?"

"My adoptive father said that all of his property will be donated to charity, and he probably has tens of billions of assets, right?" Mo Wusheng still showed no emotion, as if these tens of billions of assets were completely dispensable to him. The same thing.

Let me tell you something, Mo Wusheng's state of mind is definitely something that 99.99% of people can't achieve!

"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?" Mo Wusheng's eyes showed a blank look, "My adoptive father said before that he asked me to follow Jiang Dong, but I don't know if Jiang Dong needs me, and I don't know if I am suitable to follow Jiang Dong.

"Follow Jiang Dong..." Tang Hao frowned and thought about this matter. After a moment, Tang Hao suddenly realized that it was the right choice for him to kill the cook first, "Don't follow Jiang Dong either. If you have nothing to do, just choose a few of your adoptive father's properties to keep and take care of them for fun first. When Jiangdong needs your help, you will take action. "

"Brother Hao makes sense." Mo thought silently for a moment and suddenly grinned, "Just do what Brother Hao said."

Tang Hao looked at Mo Wusheng and didn't say anything else, because he had already seen that Mo Wusheng was a miserable person. He had no goals of his own in life. He just lived like 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 afternoon, the bar was still very busy. Although there was no deafening music like at night, there were countless customers coming and going. Even Zheng Yi stood at the door to greet the customers.

Seeing Jiang Dong walk in, Zheng Yi immediately put down what he was doing and ran all the way to Jiang Dong's side, "Brother Dong! Why are you so free today? Aren't you going to box with the cook?"

"It's not time yet!" Jiang Dong glanced at the bustling bar, shook his head slightly, and walked out of the bar.

"Brother Dong, is something wrong?" Zheng Yi chased out and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen." Jiang Dong frowned and murmured softly.

"Could it be related to the boxing match tonight?" Zheng Yi also frowned subconsciously.

"I don't know either!" Jiang Dong unknowingly performed Tang Hao's signature move, squatting on the side of the road and looking at the busy street.

Zheng Yi also squatted down next to Jiang Dong, lit a cigarette, and said with emotion: "Actually, Brother Dong, I have been thinking about whether this boxing match between you and the cook should be fought... "

"What do you mean?" Jiang Dong turned his head and looked at Zheng Yi with interest.

"Brother Dong..." Zheng Yi rarely showed a solemn expression, "During this period, I suddenly found that I don't seem to care so much about the hatred in the past..."