"Okay, you're busy with yours, I still have something to do, hang up first. ”

After hanging up the phone, Master Dongzi looked at the group of people behind him and said lightly, "Ready?"

"Don't worry, Alliance Master. ”

"Okay, let's go......"

At night, Dongzi lay on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

His headache has been going on for a few minutes every day since that night, and Dongzi has also asked Master, but Master can't answer one, two, or three.

Anyway, the onset of the disease was not long, and Dongzi didn't take this matter to heart.

After a night of silence, Dongzi still got up early the next day, and this time he managed to sneak out of the house before his father went to work, which can also prevent him from wasting his brain cells and making up lies to fool his parents.

First went to the breakfast shop at the door and had some breakfast, a very simple porridge bun, Dongzi was satisfied.

Pursing his lips, Dongzi was about to go to the shantytown to take a look, and suddenly thought about whether he should have a mobile phone, and he would often perform tasks outside in the future, and it would be too inconvenient to have no communication tools.

The master is really picky, and he doesn't even have any contact tools, which makes Dongzi turn the master out in his heart again and complain.

He remembered that in addition to his parents' 100,000 yuan last time, there were other victims' money that was returned by the master, and the master gave him another 30,000 yuan, saying that it was saved, and when he was the first activity fund, then buying a mobile phone now should also be regarded as activity funds, right?

With the development of economy and society, many post-modern facilities have quietly disappeared from the public eye, and the public telephone on the side of the road is one of them.

Finally found a newsstand, and after spending two cents, Dongzi finally dialed Master's number.

"Hey. The phone was answered as soon as possible, but Master's voice sounded very tired.

"Master, it's me. ”

"I know, you say. ”

"That's right, Master, I'll buy a mobile phone first, didn't you say you gave me 30,000 ...... last time?"

"In the second drawer of my room in the factory, there is a fold with your name written on it, and you can take your ID card to the bank and get as much as you need. Before Dongzi finished speaking, the master had already understood.

"Yes!" Dongzi was secretly happy, he thought that it would take a lot of trouble to ask for money this time, but he didn't expect the master to be so refreshing.

The master on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a hurry, and hung up the phone in a hurry after speaking.

However, Dongzi couldn't interfere in the master's affairs, so he didn't think much about it, and came to the factory in a hurry, and after doing the morning training, Dongzi found the passbook according to the master's instructions.

I went home again and got my ID card, but fortunately, my parents went to work, and Dongzi also explained.

After taking his ID card, Dongzi went to the nearest bank to his home, ready to withdraw money.

Because Dongzi got up early in the morning, had a meal and trained again, it was only a little after 9 o'clock, and the people from the bank had just gone to work and were cleaning.

Dongzi took a number and sat on the side, waiting boredly.

Suddenly, behind him he heard a rush of footsteps!

It wasn't one person! With Dongzi's extraordinary hearing, he could tell that it was a group of people!

"Don't move, pick up your head and squat on the ground!"

Before Dongzi could turn back, he instinctively turned to face the kidnapper, squatted on the ground, and picked up his head.