Then he reached for five fingers“ Five hundred dollars? " Duan Hong directly took out a stack of 100 yuan banknotes from his cowhide bag and said, "I'll give you 10000 yuan, and you still owe me 9000 yuan. You can write a note for me if you are my brother." You're not, are you? The whole money out of the eyes, this is a bastard money, you even dignified as their own? Do you want to settle with me? How many black pots did I carry for you in those years? I secretly watched the white widow's daughter take a bath and stole the old man's black eggs in Baisha village. I was the one who carried the black pot. You are a good man. Now I'll settle the accounts with you? Wu re was so anxious that he grabbed the money and said angrily, "Duan Hong, you are a white eyed wolf. I was in kuchan temple and treated you like that, but now you have to settle accounts with me?" Duan Hong smiles, reaches out the small iron spoon on his right hand and says, "do you want it or not?"“ Fuck, of course Wu re put the money into his pocket, when his phone rang. He looked at the number display and threw it to Duan Hong, saying: "Yan Xiaowen's grandson." Duan Hong answered the phone and said, "how about boss Yan?" When I heard the phone, I gasped like a mad dog who had been running for a long time. Yan Xiaowen said: "no problem, I took out my speech eloquence when I was in college in the United States, and finally convinced them that Shura arena and Pirlo Nasi agreed to compete in the sea, and the time was set in the evening after three days. Are you ok?"“ In three days? No problem. " Duan Hong answered seriously. Yan Xiaowen is happy and says in secret: the Shura arena is national, and Gusu is just a branch of it. Haizhong city is developing rapidly, and it has just been built there. This competition is a lottery“ Brother Duan, I'm going to find you in the sea tomorrow. Is there anything I need to bring? " With this polite remark, Yan Xiaowen regretted it. Sure enough, the other end of the phone was silent for five seconds, listening to another voice“ Haha, boss Yan, thanks for your intention, my elder martial brother said that he had no choice but to bring hundreds of Lafite from 1982 and a hundred boxes of Cuban cigars - "why don't you die?" Yan Xiaowen hangs up like spitting blood, and his face twitches. This Wure is a fuckin 'jerk. He thinks that the wine in 1982 is boiled water. He wants to drink as much as he wants. But still to the driver around old six: "old six, ready for us to go to the sea." Old 61 trembles, way: "boss, isn't tomorrow?"