What is the meaning of the general agent of the sales channel......

"That is to say, the nest game hall, he is finished! We reported that he used a malicious overdraft credit card to charge the player, do you know, the nest manager, he collects the money of all the players in the guild, and then uses all overseas black cards when recharging! I don't know how many tens of thousands have been swallowed!"

No wonder the Nest Ace is invincible...... Although it is true that it costs enough money. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It seems that he has a conflict with the people in the guild, and deliberately did not repay those people, so that their accounts were all blocked. Anyway, there was such a big mess in his substitution channel, of course Tengyun directly accepted his agency and sent a lawyer's letter to return it. Then, I got the agency as a matter of course. You can come to me and play games in the future!"

"Sounds good, but uncle, where is your arcade?"

When asked, it was actually three or four kilometers away from the school, and Mo Chongqian had no choice but to shake his head. However, after the 500,000 yuan owed is paid off, it should not be a problem to earn a few thousand more to buy a helmet, as long as Daddy Mo agrees.

As for the celebration in the evening, Mo Chongqian did not immediately agree. Zhong Lili had just returned home and couldn't go to witness him accept the award on stage, and he couldn't help but regret in his heart - he couldn't stand up to the girl he liked and prove to her that he could be reliable.

The shuttle arrives at the end of another line. Mo Chongqian got out of the car and saw the Tengyun Group Building above the green trees from afar.

The 40-story building has a modern and modern appearance, which at first glance feels a little similar to a comb, and on closer inspection, it looks a bit like a giant air conditioner. It is said that Tengyun Group's business is sophisticated, and even all the surrounding office buildings are actually owned by the group.

If I can work here in the future, it seems to be very good, Mo Chongqian thought. However, he is just a high school student, and such a large group is estimated not to recruit employees with only a high school degree.

Mo Chongqian walked into the neighborhood. The shade of trees obscures the glass curtain wall, a puff of smoke rises from the air conditioning vents above ground, and there are almost more motorcycles for delivery and delivery than passers-by. It was full of young people, and men in shirts hurried along their mobile phones.

Probably asked about the usual location of the studio activity, Mo Chongqian walked outside, looked at the place, and knew that he didn't belong here.

He flipped out his phone for a memo and prepared to go to the city library.

Mo Chongqian was walking on the street, a few meters away, across the iron guardrail, on the road that was not divided into fast and slow lanes, a Maserati drove like a speed, and staggered past him.

The window of this car was lowered, and on the driver's seat was an athletic young man in a black basketball vest, who was the local tyrant god who generously rewarded Yin Anzhen with millions - Jun Yingxian. He still had sweat stains on his forehead, his crisp and short hair was disrupted by the wind, and the drums and energetic pop music were thrown along the way of the car.

When the two staggered, their bodies flashed by each other's field of vision, and neither of them cared about anyone. In the blink of an eye, Mo Chongqian's figure was already a hundred meters behind.

Jun Yingxian drove around a street corner and stopped in front of a compound with a closed iron gate, and as soon as he got out of the car and lit a cigarette, two shirted men trotted over with bags and nodded to him.

Click, the door of the passenger seat opened, and a man in a shirt leaned down, but did not go in to sit, but poured some solid powder into the palm of his hand, shook it a few times, and then sprinkled it into the air conditioning outlet under the seat.

"You pay attention to the time when the co-pilot's air conditioner is turned on," another man in a shirt opened the driver's seat and pointed over from this side, asking Jun Yingxian to pay attention to the co-pilot's side, "If the wind is driven for too long, it may not work for a simple nasal congestion, and if it is driving, it may cause danger." ”

"Okay, don't say so much," Jun Yingxian shook his hand, "It's not the first time I've bought it from you." ”

After the man in the passenger seat shirt finished doing his hands and feet to the air conditioning outlet under the seat, he fanned his palms and smelled some solid sublimated steam, so he gently pasted a piece of transparent glue on the air vent. In this way, the smell usually can't come out, but if you open this tuyere, you can blow the glue over.

"Last time, I felt that the effect of the drug was not long-lasting enough. Jun Yingxian loosened the cuffs of his vest on his shoulders.

"Too much may cause harm to the human body, so a normal dosage is fine. The man in the shirt handed Jun Yingxian a bag of simple nasal plugs in a small transparent package, and then left with another companion.

Jun Yingxian sat in the driver's seat and scratched the page of the iPhone.

On the page, Yoon An-jeong's profile and photo album are displayed. With the continuous plucking of the fingers, the beach volleyball girl Yin Anzhen, the idol Yin Anzhen, and the golden little prince of Xianyin Pavilion coser Yin Anzhen......

Jun Yingxian pressed the mobile phone, wiped the top of his head, looked at the Tengyun Group building in the distance, and showed a smile that he was determined to win.

The luxury car started and accelerated violently. However, on the rear wheel of the car, I don't know when the black tape that sealed the courier box was glued, and the tape rotated with the wheels, constantly brushing the ground in circles, which looked quite funny.

The lawn outside the city library building is full of greenery, and the palms on the roadside are swaying in the hot afternoon breeze. Citizens' private vehicles turned into parking spaces from the main road, crushing the grass growing between the tiles, and a few wild cats sat on the side of the road, scattering and fleeing as the girls approached excitedly with bread.

The lobby of the library is full of people who come to read books, but because it is a working time, there is not a high proportion of young people.

Mo Chongqian took the books asked for by the math teacher and went to the service desk to fill out the form and borrow them.

Dozens of meters away from the crowd, Yin Anzhen was wearing a light orange lace floral dress, and was reading fashion magazines on the bookshelf, and next to her was the local tyrant god, Jun Yingxian, a young man who was athletic, and he looked at Yin Anzhen occasionally while flipping through his mobile phone, showing a slightly impatient expression.

Yin Anzhen deliberately chose this scene for a date, while ensuring personal safety, when she looked at the book, time dragged on, and she could also justify her absent-mindedness. Jun Yingxian didn't know it, but at this time, he could only forbear it temporarily, after all, if it was just a date with this kind of content, it would be impossible for him to confirm the 1.21 million reward, and Yin Anzhen would definitely have to make some concessions later.

Mo Chongqian, on the other hand, had a clear goal and left as soon as he found the book, so he completed the task within half an hour and left the library with three reference books.

He chose to go out through the side door and walk through the parking lot, where he could take a slightly shady path.

A corner of the parking lot on the ground has been exposed to the sun, and the shiny body reflects the scorching sunlight like a weapon. Mo Chongqian chose to walk in front of the car and stepped on the demarcation floor tiles next to the flower bed.

At this moment, Mo Chongqian seemed to hear something.