"I think you should go back to the mountains, this is not for you." The little snake said to Yan Murong while driving.

"Not for me? What's not for you? Yan Murong asked strangely.

"It doesn't fit anywhere." Little Snake said. "You see, just because you don't stay in the mountains honestly, even I have to spend time with you."

"Your time is not worth anything." Yan Murong rolled his eyes and said.

"My time is not worth anything?" The little snake said angrily. "Why is my time worthless? You say, I followed you and worked as a bodyguard and a driver for you, how much business was delayed? Do you know how much my appearance fee is? I'm telling you, 20 million dollars, do you hear me? That's a full 20 million dollars -- 24 hours a day, and in addition to the 12 hours spent eating, sleeping, and watching TV, I still have 12 hours to work, and if it takes three hours to kill a person, I can make 80 million dollars a day by killing four. ”

"Can we not mention the money? It's all so familiar, how much does it hurt to raise money? Listening to the little snake spitting bitterness here, Yan Murong was depressed.

"Okay, don't mention the money." The little snake pouted, changed the conversation, and said. "Then tell me what happened just now, what did you say to him?"

"Nothing, he didn't do it." Yan Murong said.

"You believe it?"

"I believe it."

"Okay, didn't you say anything else?"

"Got it." Yan Murong nodded.

"What did you say?"

"He said he was going to despise me strategically and value me tactically." Yan Murong thought about it seriously and said. "But I think I'm better than him."

"The first half of the sentence is right, and the second half of the sentence is wrong." The little snake said in conclusion.

"What the hell are you from?" Yan Murong was furious, this woman really didn't go to the house for three days, and she actually dared to help Zheng Wuming despise herself.

"Giggles, don't be angry." The little snake laughed coquettishly, and the laughter was called a flower branch trembling, if it weren't for the excellent driving skills, if it was a shake of the hand, it would have to cause a car accident.

"Actually, I have a lot of confidence in you." The little snake glanced at Yan Murong and said encouragingly.

"Do you have faith in me?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "I don't know where your confidence in me comes from, I don't have confidence in myself."

"You're a strange man." The little snake pursed his lips and said. "Just now I kept saying that you are better than him, but this minute hasn't passed, and you have changed your hexagram again."

fickleness is a woman's patent, how can a man say that he can change?

"To be honest, I have to admit that he is better than me." After thinking about it, Yan Murong added again. "At least better than me now."

"Who is better than you?" The little snake asked curiously.

"Talent. A flair for business. Yan Murong said. I admit that he has a strong talent and vision in business, just like a personal money printing machine, just turn around, and a lot of banknotes will fall into his pocket - important people, their Zheng family is very well-connected, otherwise how could people like Ning Kun and Chang Xiaopeng be willing to run errands for him? Asking for money, the three major consortia in China are not called for nothing - do you know how much money Su Qingwu has? Do you know how much money my sister-in-law has? Zheng Wuming also has a lot of money, and the number of more sheets can be counted for several years. ”

"You have a lot of connections." Little Snake said. "Moreover, your talent is not bad."

"My talent?" Yan Murong looked at the little snake strangely. "Are you talking about curing the sick and saving people?"

"It's not." The little snake shook his head, looked at Yan Murong with a serious face, and said. "Your talent is thicker than his."

Yan Murong wondered if he should find a place to strip this woman naked, hang her, and beat her.

"Are you complimenting me?" Yan Murong said angrily.

"Yes, of course I'm complimenting you." The little snake said seriously. "I ask you, do you know what is the most expensive in the twenty-first century?"

"Talent?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.

"Sort of." The little snake nodded. "But if you compare it with the skin, talent is too inferior - if talent is an expensive luxury, then the skin is an out-of-print limited product that is difficult to buy even if you have money, you know, not everyone in this world has a skin as thick as the bend of the wall."

"What do you mean?" Yan Murong asked stunned. He admits that he has no culture, and what the little snake says is so profound that he is really confused.

"It's simple." The little snake laughed coquettishly. "You think, you always say that Zheng Wuming has a good face, and that he is hypocritical, isn't this his shortcoming-even if some things are done in their favor, they feel ashamed to do so, so they won't do it. But you are different, you are thick-skinned, and you do what they don't do, so that you won't get more benefits than them? ――In terms of the thickness of the skin, Zheng Wuming is a rat that is still burrowing in the ground, and you are already standing in the clouds. ”

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, always feeling that Little Snake was scolding him for being shameless, but it sounded a little reasonable.

"Do you think I'm right?" The little snake asked with a smile.

"It's, it should, it's almost, right?" Yan Murong asked with a tangled expression. "Am I no more gifted than him?"

"Yes, yes." The little snake shrugged his shoulders and said. "But I haven't found it yet, maybe I'll show it later."

"It's the same as if I didn't say it." Yan Murong said depressedly.

"Don't be discouraged." Looking at Yan Murong's depressed face, the little snake trembled with laughter. "You see, at least you have something better than him - this man should know contentment. Contentment is the truth. ”

"Truth?" Yan Murong sneered disdainfully. If this sentence is true, why are there so many people who try to make a fortune every day? Just share a basket of sweet potatoes for one person, steam, eat, roast, eat, boil, whatever they want, just starve to death. ”

"Giggles, you're so cute." The little snake trembled at Yan Murong's words. "Can I understand that you are jealous?"

"I'm jealous." Yan Murong blushed and said defensively. "I'm just telling you the truth."

"Okay, let's tell the truth." The little snake didn't argue with him and asked. "Where are you going now?"

"Find a hotel."

"What are you looking for a hotel?"

"Hit you—" Yan Murong said through gritted teeth.

PS: A chapter owed yesterday is updated at 8 p.m.! A new week has begun, so ask for some flowers by the way.