The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 658 Director Rowan Vomiting Blood

Young Master Yan chose Director Luo Wen's personal computer this time.

When the boy's smiling words sounded, Luo Wen refused.

He said blankly: "No one."

"Well, aren't you human?"

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows, and Luo Wenbian saw a cute little bald head coming out of the lower right corner of his computer.

Wearing a slightly loose cassock, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

Big eyes, small arms, so cute.

It clasped its fleshy hands together, and said seriously in a small milky voice, "Adults can't deceive children, and those who deceive children are big villains."

Luo Wen: "Please don't rant, I never said I would buy you."

"Huh?" The little monk rolled his eyes, his face full of innocence, "You didn't say that, isn't there anyone?"

Rowan...

Oh shit.

You secretly change the concept!
This foul!
The little monk pulled back a round, blinked his big black and white eyes, tilted his head and smiled.

He also stretched out two fingers at Rowan.

YEAH!

Rowan...

Reaching out to close the laptop: "Goodbye."

Oh no, never see you again.

The book is closed.

The sound is still a bit.

The little monk's voice was muffled by the cover.

It got angry, "If you don't listen to me, then I'll tell the people outside. You cheated children, took my things, and still haven't paid me back!"

"Humph!"

Rowan...

Torn between losing face and losing money.

The face is his.

The money belongs to the government.

Resolutely turned on the computer and smiled flatteringly, "Cute, let's discuss it again."

The little monk just pressed him into a paper man, and the 2D version turned his eyes and kicked his legs.

Slowly recovering into a fleshy pink and tender villain, with his fleshy hands folded around his chest, he snorted with his nostrils turned towards the sky.

"..."

Rowan stretched out a finger, "100 million?"

"You think I'm collecting junk?"

The Q version of the little monk stood up, "Forget it, I'd better go talk to your president."

"Hey, wait a minute—" Rowan grabbed the notebook in fright, and stretched out another finger with heartache, "200 million?"

Little monk: "Oh."

Rowan... you bandit!
"300?"

"Ah."

"400?"

"Ah."

Rowan...! ! !
He looked at the four fingers he had drawn out, and slowly stretched out the last one, struggling desperately, "There really can't be any more, and we have no money! Five million dollars is enough for me to spend my whole life!"

The little monk scratched his head, blinked his big eyes, and his eyes showed ignorance, "What is the ratio between the US dollar and the Chinese national currency?"

"One to six."

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were talking about Hua Guocoin."

The little monk frowned, reluctantly nodded and said, "Five million dollars, forget it, it's almost fine."

Rowan...! ! !
Am I sick?
A mouthful of old blood accumulated in his chest, and he almost killed himself from anger.

500 million.

U.S. dollars and Chinese currency!

That's a qualitative difference!
The little monk stroked his chin, and flicked his fleshy hands in the air.

An account number appears on the screen.

"Just put your money here."

"It's a pleasure working with us."

The Q version of the little monk stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Luo Wen, who was so hopeless and wanted to slap him to death in the void.

"Let's work together next time."

Rowan... who the hell wants to work with you!

"Director, the terrorist attack in Nas City has been resolved..." A team leader knocked on the door and came in, looking at Luo Wen with puzzled eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

Luo Wen: "I'm dead, I want to cry."

A team leader...

(End of this chapter)