Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 974
As Xin Jing said, Wilson was short of money during this time.

The development of the company needs money, and the business has not been so easy recently, and there have been some troubles in private activities before.

Of course, it's mainly because the IRS bastards are like rats in the sewer, and all the money hidden in private has been dug out.

This group is armed with the same strength as the best troop equipment.

With a large number of people and guns, the Wilson family was hit hard.

As a result, Wilson is now very short of money, and even had to tearfully break up with his beloved Hollywood lover.

Use this to avoid big expenses on jewelry and yachts.

At this time Qiu He appeared, and Wilson's first reaction was suspicion.

"Who sent you to test me?"

Qiu He could clearly feel that he was probably facing a gun behind him.

His expression didn't change at all.

"Your skepticism is still the same as before. If you don't believe it, then just pretend I didn't say it. I can find other partners."

Seeing Qiu He get up cleanly and prepare to leave, Wilson's eyes fluctuated.

Suddenly he burst out laughing.

"Dear friend, how could I doubt our friendship, it's just a little joke with you."

The man waved his hand, and the follower who took out the gun immediately put the things back into his arms.

Wilson stood up and even took out the cigar from his mouth.

He hurriedly stopped Qiu He.

"Of course I know how smart and trustworthy you are. To be honest, you are the best friend I have ever met."

Qiu He was also smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He reached out and tapped his temple.

"Of course, but my wisdom serves only true friends."

Wilson pressed his tongue against his cheek, making a bump.

This Qiu really made an inch of it, it's really a big change after not seeing him for a few years.

However, the desire to make money made Wilson bow his head.

After all, for people like them, face is just unnecessary.

People can't even make money for the sake of face.

Wilson put his arm around Qiu He's shoulder, looking very sincere.

"You are right. I really shouldn't test you. I promise, as long as you can do what you just said, similar things will never happen again."

Only then did Qiu He half push and half sit back on the spot.

"I'm looking for you for two reasons. First, you are my friend. Second, I want your help so that I can safely bring the money back to my country."

The security that Qiu He mentioned was naturally transformed into normal trade or other income through certain means and various channels.

Make it impossible to see the source.

This is not too difficult for Wilson, who is rooted in the local area and has many years of experience in fighting wits and courage with the IRS.

What's more, from Qiu He's point of view, the money was legally obtained from the financial market, and it was not black or gray income, so naturally it didn't need to be so troublesome.

Wilson raised his palm, bit the fingertips of the leather glove with his teeth, and removed the glove.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Qiu He.

"I promise you."

The two looked at each other, and Qiu He had a faint smile on his face.

"You won't be disappointed, Santa needs gifts too, doesn't he?"

Another name for the Wilson family is the Santa Claus family, implying that their clothes are soaked in blood and they are ruthless.

However, the words spoken from Qiu Hekou now seem to be very interesting.

Wilson laughed out loud, as if he was about to burst into tears.

"Qiu, you are really getting more and more humorous."

As if he was being amused.

It's just that he doesn't know whether it's Qiu He's words that make him happy, or the bright future of making money in his imagination.

(End of this chapter)