Young Master Yan chose Director Luo Wen's personal computer this time.

When the young man's words sounded with a smile, Rowan refused.

He said with a blank face: "No one. ”

"Hmm, aren't you human?"

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows, and Luo Wenbian saw a cute little bald head coming out of the lower right corner of his computer.

Wearing a slightly wide robe, sit cross-legged on the floor.

Big eyes, small arms, so cute that you don't want it.

It clasped its fleshy hands together and said in a serious voice with a small milk voice, "Adults can't deceive children, and those who deceive children are big villains." ”

Rowan: "Please don't spew blood, I never said I wanted to buy your news." ”

"Huh?" The little monk's eyes flickered, and his face was full of innocence, "Didn't you say it, is there no one?" ”

Rowan......

, yes.

You've changed your concept!

This foul!

The little monk pulled back a game, blinked his big black and white eyes, tilted his head and smiled.

He also stretched out two fingers at Rowan.

YEAH！

Rowan......

Reach for your laptop: "Goodbye." ”

Oh no, yes never again.

The book is closed.

The sound is still a little.

The little monk was covered in a muffled voice.

It got angry, "If you don't listen to me, then I'll tell the people outside." You deceived the children, took my things and used them, and you still didn't pay me back! ”

"Humph!"

Rowan......

There is a struggle between losing face and losing money.

The face is his.

The money is governmental.

Decisively turned on the computer and smiled flatteringly, "Little cutie, let's discuss it again." ”

The little monk just pressed him into a paper man, and the 2D version of the little eyes rolled and kicked his legs.

Slowly reverted to a fleshy pink little man, fleshy hands around his chest, and his nostrils snorted to the sky.

“……”

Rowan held out a finger, "A million? ”

"You're going to collect the rags when I'm going to collect them?"

The Q version of the little monk stood up, "Forget it, I'll go talk to your president." ”

"Eh, wait a minute, wait a minute—" Rowan grabbed the notebook in fright, and held out another finger in pain, "Two million? ”

Little Monk: "Huh." ”

Rowan...... You robber!

"Three million?"

"Huh."

"Four million?"

"Huh."

Rowan......!!!

He looked at the four fingers he had pulled out, slowly and slowly stretched out the last one, dying and struggling, "I really can't have any more, we don't have any money!" Five million dollars is enough for me to spend a lifetime! ”

The little monk scratched his head, blinked his big eyes, and there was ignorance in his eyes, "U.S. dollars against Chinese national currency?" What is the ratio? ”

"One to six."

"Oh oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were talking about Chinese currency."

The little monk frowned, nodded reluctantly, and said, "Five million dollars, forget it, it's almost fine." ”

Rowan......!!!

Am I sick?

A mouthful of old blood accumulated in his chest, and he almost himself off.

Million.

US dollars and Chinese dollars!

That's a qualitative difference!

The little monk rubbed his chin, and his fleshy little hand swiped in the air.

An account number appears on the screen.

"You're going to get the money here."

"We're happy to work together."

The Q version of the little monk stretched out his hand and shook hands with Rowan who wanted to slap himself to death in the void.

"We'll work together next time."

Rowan...... Who wants to work with you!

"Director, the terrorist attack in Nas City has been resolved...... "A group leader knocked on the door and came in, looking at Rowan with puzzled eyes, "You, what's wrong with you?" ”

Rowan: "I don't live anymore, I want to cry." ”

A group leader......