Zhou Hao was thinking about the matter of diet pills soup as he walked, and a very familiar person approached him in front of him, and it was actually Wu Zimo who returned to Quancheng from the imperial capital. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ha! Zimo, why did you come back so soon?" Zhou Hao watched Wu Zimo say hello to his father, then stretched out his fist and prepared to greet him, who knew that Wu Zimo couldn't help but open his arms and hugged him, and said in his ear: "I saw my uncle." Thank you bro!"

"It's all brothers...... Zhou Hao patted him twice on the back, then pushed Wu Zimo away, and said with a straight face: "In the future, I won't hug and hug, lest someone say that we have a foundation!"

"I'll go, who is so bold?" Wu Zimo immediately pulled his shirt up and put on a posture of wanting to fight. However, the smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed his happy mood at this time.

"Why did you go with your uncle?"

"Oh, the one in the back, the old neighbor. The body is too fat and the result is a problem, I just took a look at him, and I was going to go back to the hospital to treat him. When Zhou Hao said this, he pushed Wu Zimo and turned around and followed him towards the medical hall.

"You won't say that you have a diet prescription in your hand, right? Zhou Hao clearly saw in his eyes countless red grandfathers spinning rapidly.

"I said that you have started to cultivate, why are you still like a pervasive profiteer, you can think of anything on money!" Zhou Hao looked Wu Zimo up and down, as if he didn't know this person.

"I'm serious!" Wu Zimo's teeth creaked, this person is so hateful, I don't know if my buddy can't resist the temptation of money!

"Give!" Zhou Hao pursed his lips and only said one word, and then saw that the macho man in front of him immediately regained his gentle and elegant expression, and even helped her tidy up the clothes that had just been crumpled by him.

"You said that there are so many kinds of witch cultivators, why is there no such thing as a wealth witch?" Wu Zimo, who was in a good mood, smiled at Zhou Hao and said his ideals with a smile. "If there is a wealth witch like a novel, I work hard to make money every day, the more money I have, the higher the cultivation, how beautiful!"

Fortune Witch?

What a big brain hole, Zhou Hao turned his head speechlessly and left, this person's nature is like this, there is no way to save it.

"Good brother, is there a wealth witch, I read a lot of novels?" Wu Zimo didn't think it was wrong, and still chased after him with a smile.

"It's really there!" Zhou Hao was tempered by him, and whispered a few words from his mouth.

"Teach me! I like this, I must be a ...... with the dual attributes of water and wealth."

"The basic skills of finance require you to withdraw all the money you earn every day, and then click ten times a day, and visualize Taizu while counting, and you will be the number one in the world in less than three years!" Zhou Hao said and suddenly smiled.

"I said that money can make the devil grind...... Brother Hao, are you talking nonsense in a serious way?" Wu Zimo just wanted to be happy, but suddenly realized that there was a problem.

One hundred banknotes is 10,000 Chinese dollars, and one hundred million is 100,000 banknotes.

How does this thing sound unreliable, and I have to count the money at home every day......

"Doesn't finance have to practice counting money? With your current cultivation and perseverance, you will definitely be the fastest money counting in the world in less than three years. Zhou Hao smiled and grimaced at Wu Zimo.

It can be seen that Wu Zimo's whole person seems to be much more relaxed now. Zhou Hao is still very happy to see his friends completely liberated from the so-called rules and the so-called family protection.

Zhou Hao, who has several experiences in treating diabetes, easily solved the Buddha's biggest trouble, then took out a few medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet and ran to the backyard to decoct the Buddha in person. Wu Zimo naturally followed.

"You're so bored today!" Zhou Hao glanced helplessly at the money fans who were squatting beside him, constantly instilling in himself the so-called knowledge is wealth.

"I'm about to break the bank, so naturally I have to keep an eye on this. Wu Zimo suddenly became weak and said something to Zhou Hao.

He was also going to Paris, and on October 5, Christie's had an auction in which the bronze head of the long-missing snake in the Old Summer Palace was auctioned.

"I don't remember that you like to play with antiques!" Zhou Hao looked at Wu Zimo suspiciously, he was definitely a layman in addition to making money, and he didn't have any other hobbies at all. Zhou Hao and Dai Lin don't know how many times they despise him, Wu Zimo has always said that his hobby is to make money, and everything else is a plaything.

This time he actually wanted to shoot antiques, if it weren't for the breath on Wu Zimo's body, Zhou Hao would even wonder if the person in front of him was Wu Zimo.

"You have a little sympathy, okay!" Wu Zimo's eyes widened, revealing an expression of accusation and grievance.

Yesterday, Wu Feiyang's return to the house naturally made the Wu family very happy, and when the three men of the Wu family chatted in the study after dinner, Wu Zimo proudly showed off his achievements in the past few years to Wu Feiyang. It's normal, a boy has good things and wants his parents to show their work.

It's just that after Wu Zimo proudly finished talking about his assets, he was slapped by Wu Lao.

The Wu family is too popular now, go and take a picture of Christie's snake beast and hand it over to the country!

Wu Zimo didn't care about it at the time and casually agreed, but when he went back to check, he cried. The most recent auction was in 05, and the Yinhu bronze head was close to 160 million Chinese dollars, which was also done by Christie's.

"I despise you, it costs money for Wu to get his things back?" Zhou Hao looked at the medicinal juice, reached out and picked up the medicine jar and stood up, and gently kicked Wu Zimo's calf with his toes.

This kid actually wants to use the money to buy back his own things, it's really dizzy!

"Then what do you say I should do?" Wu Zimo was kicked by Zhou Hao lightly and heavily, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

How do you get a bronze head from an auction without spending money?

"You hurry up and cultivate, it took Dai Lin three days to pass the third order, Meng Meng took one day, and Sister Zhuoma is also one day, what about you? Do you know that when you reach the third order of mortal witches, all the things within the scope of your divine consciousness can be received in the storage space I give you. Why do you have to spend money to buy it? You have to donate it when you buy it, isn't it good for you to open your own museum?"

Zhou Hao saw that Wu Zimo's cultivation had been staying at the first order for so many days, and he hadn't cultivated since he got off Mount Everest. If he uses the strength to make money to cultivate, it is estimated that he should be able to use witchcraft at this time. Fortunately, he is just his brother, if he has this kind of apprentice in the future, Zhou Hao can't wait to slap this demon.

"But if you steal it back, there is no way to show it publicly? Wu Zimo was a little moved, but thinking that the appearance of stolen goods in China seemed to be bad for public opinion, he hurriedly chased a few steps and asked.

"Why should we reason with bandits and hooligans?" Zhou Hao glanced at Wu Zimo strangely and went directly into the front room.

"What Ah Hao said seems to be very reasonable! Why should we reason with the hooligans and bandits, if he robs me, I can't steal it? It seems that there are still two bronze heads in Paris, do you want to do this together?" Wu Zimo stopped, looked at Zhou Hao who had entered the front room blankly, touched his head and muttered to himself.

As soon as Zhou Hao entered the front room, he found that his father was standing in front of a medical bed, gently pressing the spine of a blonde man with his hand, and a tall man standing next to him holding a wheelchair.

It's actually Muzi, so the one lying on the bed is Jeremy!

Muzi also saw Zhou Hao at this time, and just when he wanted to come over, he heard Zhou Hao's words, "Later!" The person had already walked to another consultation bed.

"Uncle Buddha, come and take medicine!" Zhou Hao gently pushed the Buddha who was already asleep at this time with his hand, and then reached out to his back to help him up.

"Oh, I'm old, I can't sleep enough every day!" the Buddha took the medicine a little embarrassed and explained.

"It's not because you're old, it's because I've just conditioned your body, and your body needs sleep to adapt to sudden changes. After drinking this medicine, you go back to sleep and wrap up!"

"You don't have diarrhea with this medicine, right?" After drinking the medicine, the Buddha remembered the pain when he used to take diet pills, and asked Zhou Hao with palpitations.

"No, it won't. It's only a fever all over the body, so drink more boiled water!" Zhou Hao took a tissue and carefully wiped Uncle Fo's mouth, Uncle Buddha is old, and it's no longer the time when he and the nerd slept on his stomach before.

"It's still Xiao Hao who is amazing! After these few stitches, your head is not dizzy, your ears are not ringing, and the whole person seems to be more than 100 pounds lighter!" After taking two steps, he turned his head to look at Zhou Hao in disbelief, and after seeing Zhou Hao looking at himself with a smile, the Buddha just stretched out his thumb and shook it at Zhou Hao and walked back.

It's really a god, as if all the strength of the body is back to himself.

"Uncle Buddha, ask your aunt to find a few thin clothes at night, otherwise you won't have any clothes to wear tomorrow!" Zhou Hao's grinning words came from behind him, and Buddha shook his head funny and angry. This kid is finally a little naughty when he was a child.

Seeing off Uncle Buddha, Zhou Hao walked to Muzi's side. "It's coming so fast!"

Muzi smiled bitterly, "Can you not hurry up? At this time, the schedule of good models is full, if you don't hurry up, Paris will be in vain this time." Are you sure?"

Zhou Hao nodded a little embarrassedly. He watched the news last night, Paris Fashion Week has already begun to promote it with great fanfare, and at this time he suddenly said that he would not participate in the catwalk, and he couldn't figure out that Muzi only had Jamie, a disabled person, to count on.

"It's okay, he's not hurt long. It's going to be good soon, and you can get back to training in a day or two. I won't delay your business!"

"I hope so!" Muzi spread his hands, looking helpless. The main one in front of him can't be scolded, and he can only pray that his medical skills are really as good as his brother-in-law said. (To be continued.) )